I have mentioned previously that one of my favourite satires is ‘Entirely A Matter For You’, Peter Cook’s send up of the judge who presided over Jeremy Thorpe’s trial. Cook performed his sketch at ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’, a 1979 fundraiser for Amnesty International. The irony is that people involved with Amnesty and even some of those who performed in ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ knew about the barrel of crap which was concealed at the highest levels and resulted in Thorpe’s acquittal.
At ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ Cook also performed ‘Interesting Facts’, in which he played a man on a park bench imparting various ‘facts’ – such as ‘did you know that your intestine is four miles long’ and that ‘because the food travels down at one mile per hour, it take’s four hours to digest’ to an increasingly irritated John Cleese.
Despite blogging so extensively about the paedophiles’ friends, readers might be surprised to learn that there are still many links and loose ends that I have not yet covered. So here’s a post of Interesting Facts – unlike Peter Cook’s Interesting Facts, these are correct – to plug just a few of the gaps.
Previous posts have mentioned Professor Hugh Bentall, the cardiac surgeon at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School, who converted his secretary into his mistress and arranged for her to do a degree and then a PhD in anatomy. The secretary-turned-mistress was subsequently given a job at RPMS as a lecturer in anatomy, behaved appallingly and pissed everyone off but was untouchable because of whom she had slept with for so many years.
Hugh Bentall was a very big name in medicine, he pioneered open heart surgery. On April 17 1953, Bentall became the first British heart surgeon to carry out an open heart operation. Along with Professor Bill Cleland, Bentall made history when he successfully operated on a 30 yr old woman with a blocked aortic valve. The operation was performed using the newly developed heart-lung machine, which was the result of Bentall’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose’s ingenuity, another first for British medicine and indeed for Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS.
After demobilisation in 1947, Hugh Bentall taught anatomy at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School until 1950. He then joined Hammersmith/RPMS as an assistant to Professor Ian Aird in general and thoracic surgery. At the same time, Bentall was involved in research to develop cardiac surgery and, with Aird and Melrose, developed the heart-lung machine.
Bentall and his colleagues from the Hammersmith cardiac team became world famous when, in April 1959, at the height of the Cold War, they travelled to Moscow to demonstrate their newly developed surgical technique, using their newly invented heart-lung machine. Bentall was assistant surgeon, Denis Melrose was the physiologist, Bill Cleland was the surgeon, John Beard was the anaethetist and Arthur Hollman was the cardiologist.
The Hammersmith team held the demonstration at the Institute of Cardiac Surgery at Leninsky Prospekt. Prof A.N. Bakulev from Moscow had seen the heart-lung machine, wanted to buy one and start open heart surgery in Moscow, so he invited Bentall et al over. The Hammersmith team carried out five open heart operation on adults and children, watched by more than 200 surgeons from across the Soviet Union. It was thought to be the first time that foreign doctors had worked in the Soviet Union and the event received huge media coverage, both in Russia and the UK. It made the front page of ‘Pravda’ and the front page of The Daily Torygraph.
It was a coup for both Gov’ts. In Britain at that time the PM was Harold Macmillan. In 1963 Macmillan’s Gov’t became mired in scandal as a result of the Profumo Affair, the centre of which were concerns regarding national security resulting from events in 1961 including War Minister Jack Profumo’s affair with 19 year old Christine Keeler. Christine and her friend Mandy Rice-Davies were call girls who were sleeping with many other people at the same time, including a Soviet naval attache who was suspected of being a spy. It was revealed that there had been much interesting action at Lord Astor’s country seat Cliveden, involving Gov’t Ministers, aristocrats, members of the Royal Family, alleged spies and call girls. Osteopath Stephen Ward was the biggest scapegoat and ended up dead in questionable circumstances. The scandal eventually brought down Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t in 1963. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’ for details.
Good news about British Heroics was badly needed from 1961 onward as the gossip and scandal about Profumo and his associates escalated.
On 22 March 1961 Bentall and his team appeared on a programme in the BBC documentary series ‘Your Life In Their Hands’, where he performed an operation to repair a hole in the heart. Three years later Bentall was appointed Professor of Cardiac Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS.
The DG of the BBC, 1960-69, was Sir Hugh Carleton Greene. Greene became famous for doing battle with Mary Whitehouse, who believed that she was seeing ‘filth’ on the BBC. Greene was a former Berlin correspondent for The Torygraph who then joined the BBC in 1940 as Head of the German Service.
Greene presented news and discussion programmes and became fairly well known in Europe in this role. From 1941 he helped to smooth the relationship between the BBC and the Political Warfare Executive, (PWE), whose goals were somewhat at odds: the BBC strove for accurate, unbiased journalism whereas the PWE was largely concerned with propaganda.
Following the war, Greene helped with the rebuilding of German broadcasting infrastructure in the British Occupied Zone. With the Cold War developing, he was given the task of leading the BBC’s East European Service and produced propaganda for the British Army in Malaya during the Communist uprising in 1947.
Greene returned to the BBC in the 1950s and started as Director of Administration. In 1958 he become Director of News and Current Affairs and was appointed Director-General two years later. The news department had come to be known as the ‘Kremlin of the BBC’ and a secret BBC document was leaked to the competing Independent Television Authority (ITA) in which concerns were voiced about the financial interests of newspapers in ITV companies. Greene learned of the leak from a Ivone Kirkpatrick, the Chairman of the ITA. (Kirkpatrick had been a member of the PWE, Head of the BBC’s wartime European Services and High Commissioner of the British Occupied Zone in Germany and had worked with Greene many times.)
So Hugh Greene worked for the security services.
Hugh Greene’s brothers were Graham Greene, the novelist, Herbert Greene, the poet and Japanese spy and Raymond Greene, a Top Doctor who was a member of the 1933 Everest expedition. The successful 1953 Everest expedition was announced on the BBC by Raymond Greene. Sir Charles Evans, the Liverpool neurosurgeon and Principal of UCNW whilst the sex trafficking ring operated within that college, was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition. The 1933 Everest expedition was led by Hugh Ruttledge, who also led the 1936 Everest expedition. Tenzing Norgay was a member of Ruttledge’s 1936 expedition and was of course also a member of the 1953 expedition along with Sir Charles Evans.
Charles Evans will have known Raymond Greene, climbing is a small world and in that era, climbing in the Himalayas was a gentleman’s sport pursued by a very select small group of people.
During WWII, Raymond Greene was member of the SOE. So he was working for the security services as well then, as was John Hunt, who was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition with Charles Evans. Raymond Greene was physician to President de Gaulle during de Gaulle’s state visit to England in 1960.
The Chairman of the Governors at the time of the BBC documentary starring Hugh Bentall and his colleagues was Sir Arthur fforde. fforde went to Rugby School and then Trinity College, Oxford. After graduation fforde became a solicitor. He was a partner in Linklaters & Paines (later Linklaters) and helped establish the Unit trust. Sir Arthur was Head of Rugby School, 1948-57, before becoming Chairman of the BBC.
The entry for Hugh Bentall on the Royal College of Surgeons ‘Plarr’s Lives Of The Fellows Online’ tells us exactly what the circumstances were that led to the appointment of Bentall as Professor of Cardiac Surgery at RPMS: ‘a donation from his father’s successful department store at Kingston-upon-Thames financed Hugh’s appointment to a personal chair of cardiac surgery at Hammersmith (the first in England)’.
That is quite some admission from the Royal College of Surgeons. It does however explain what I noticed when I was a postgrad at RPMS in 1986-87; that was, huge resentment towards Bentall from within Hammersmith/RPMS, allegations that he was virtually dictating what happened throughout the whole institution and the references to his family’s wealth.
So what did the Royal College of Surgeons think about Bentall’s surgical skills? Plarr’s ‘Lives Of The Fellows’ tells us that ‘he was technically a good surgeon but would never accept responsibility for any technical problems which might develop in an operation – and his assistants found it difficult to accept this situation’.
‘Technical problems’ developing in an operation can lead to patient death. So when someone pegged out it wasn’t Bentall’s fault.
Here’s the man who purchased himself a Chair, huge influence over a leading medical institution, a career as an internationally renowned cardiac surgeon, influence with the British Gov’t, a mistress and much more besides:
The whole lot was founded upon flogging upmarket goods to the middle classes of Kingston-upon-Thames.
The King’s New Clothes which was Hugh Bentall explains much of the chaos that followed the Bristol Children’s Heart Surgery Scandal involving events in Bristol, 1984-95. The Bristol cardiac surgeons stood accused of operating in a cavalier manner and well beyond their competence, which led to the death of a number of their young patients. Opinions of other surgeons working in the same area were sought, but as accusations and counter-accusations flew, no-one seemed to be able to ascertain for sure whether the Bristol team had been reckless or not. Then allegations were aimed at other children’s heart surgery units – once more, peer assessments were sought, but again, no-one seemed to be able to conclude for certain whether those surgeons had been reckless.
I’ll tell you an Interesting Fact. No-one could come to a firm opinion, because not only was there deception being practised at the highest echelons by so many of these ’eminent surgeons’, but so many of the Top Docs had so much dirt on each other and info regarding the wrongdoing of those at Gov’t level past and present as well as members of the Royal Family, that they just did not dare expose each other.
Hugh Bentall’s colleagues at Hammersmith/RPMS were conducting research frauds and fiddles all over the place, people were being appointed to jobs on the basis of whom they had slept with and some of that lot knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang and were concealing that as well. Including Hugh Bentall.
My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ described a few of the many excesses that I witnessed and was told of at first hand whilst I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, 1986-87. In my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ I mentioned Cyril Rooney, an MSc student at RPMS whom, it was alleged by his fellow students, had discovered wrongdoing and as a result had bagged a fully funded place with the Royal College of Surgeons to study for a medicine degree.
It gets better than that. The 70th anniversary of the NHS? Let’s celebrate with Interesting Facts! When I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, I did not go boozing in the medical school bar with everyone else. Partly because I don’t drink much, partly because I had so little money that I couldn’t afford to, but mainly because I had detected much backstabbing among staff and students and I wanted to avoid it. I was however friends with a couple of students who did socialise and told me that the atmosphere was so toxic that I made the right decision to avoid the bar. By the end of the course, many students loathed Professor Sir Nicholas Wright, the Head of the Histopathology Dept which provided most of the input on our course and they alleged serious wrongdoing on his part. Nick Wright later became the Warden of Barts and the London School of Medicine and Dentistry and has been a leading light in CR UK for years (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).
The postgrads were particularly angry at what they perceived to be the frank racism directed at an Iraqi GP who was an MSc student at RPMS. The staff were as rude as they could be to this man. Nick Wright then demanded that the Iraqi GP carry out a project with him. It was subsequently discovered that the Iraqi GP had made up the data for the project and RPMS told him that he would not be receiving his MSc. The Iraqi man, in his defence, stated that Nick Wright had pressurised him into making up the data. Wright hit the roof and I was told that the Iraqi GP expressed extreme distress at what would happen to his wife and children if he returned to Iraq in disgrace. Iraq was ruled by Saddam Hussein at that time. So Nick Wright thought it would be a real laugh to make the Iraqi GP lick his boots and beg forgiveness before it was agreed that he would be awarded his MSc. It wasn’t a student who told me what Wright had done to the Iraqi GP in the disciplinary hearing – it was a member of staff. They thought that it was hilarious.
A lot of students also fell out with our course tutor, Dr Malcolm Alison. I was told repeatedly that Malcolm was completely unscrupulous and that no-one should trust him ‘further that you can throw him’. It was alleged that one female student had developed a deep and meaningful relationship with Malcolm which enabled her to bag a very nice number with a drug company after she finished the course. I thought that this was just speculation, until it was explained very clearly to me that on the course the previous year, a student feared failing so she ‘offered herself to Malcolm and he did not refuse’. I was given corroborating evidence…
Malcolm, if you did not want this sort of info to ever become public, you should not have colluded with a gang of paedophiles in north Wales. I cannot believe that you thought that the scale of wrongdoing could be kept quiet.
The icing on the cake was when I was told by a senior academic from another university, who was sent on secondment to Hammersmith with a view to his institution collaborating with them, that the collaboration was definitely off because ‘this lot are a bunch of crooks and we’re not going to touch them with a barge pole’.
My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ described what I believe was a major research fraud carried out by Professor Dame Julia Polak – an RPMS immunohistocytochemist who was alleged to have been the worst character at RPMS in terms of cheating, lying and shafting people – in collaboration with Sir Magdi Yacoub of Harefield Hospital. The Princess of Wales’s beau of a cardiac surgeon Hasnet Khan ended up working at Harefield after Diana’s death.
How could anyone ever have believed that it was in the ‘national interest’ to conceal all this, lest confidence in the medical profession was damaged?
Hugh Bentall would have had ample opportunity to gain knowledge of wrongdoing in high places before he ever rocked up at the Sodom and Gomorrah that was Hammersmith/RPMS.
Bentall was born in Sussex and educated at Seaford College, Sussex. Many of the paedophiles’ friends had their base or origins in Sussex – Brighton was the location of some of the brothels owned by John Allen to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales. The firebomb which, in April 1992, killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, was thrown into a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
Bentall trained at Bart’s. Which was where Lady Juliet Bingley’s father worked as a surgeon and where Juliet worked as a medical social worker. Juliet Bingley and her son William spent years concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, when the Bingleys worked at MIND and when William Bingley later became Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Linford Rees also worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Linford’s daughter was the 1970s sex symbol, Angharad Rees, who played Demelza in ‘Poldark’ and put on that rather unconvincing Cornish accent whilst she did it. Angharad was married to actor Christopher Cazenove, who went on to hit Hollywood as an actor in ‘Dynasty’, alongside Joan Collins.
Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School – who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles as well as a linked paedophile gang in south London – was a personal friend of Cilla Black. I imagine that Chamberlain rubbed noses with many other celebs as well, but the identities of the celeb contacts of the consultants were a closely guarded secret. The friendship with Cilla was openly discussed, because Cilla herself had talked about Chamberlain in media interviews. Cilla provided much good PR for a man who was concealing organised crime, including sex offences against children.
Cilla was a big fan of Thatch – I wouldn’t be surprised if there was personal contact between the two of them. You can’t get much more blatant than sitting on ‘Blind Date’ telling everyone that Thatch ‘has put the Great back into Britain’. Yes Cilla, she was also personal friends with at least two serious sex offenders:
Sir Peter Morrison:
And a man who spent many a Christmas at Chequers:
As indeed did this man:
‘And ‘ere’s our Graham to feed you the latest load of political propaganda whilst he introduces your sex offending dates for tonight’.
When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, one of the senior registrars who worked in Geoffrey Chamberlain’s dept was Jonathan Frappell. I never heard any allegations of misconduct relating to him, but he knew what his colleagues were up to. Jonathan Frappell’s wife Susan is a former Bart’s nurse. After leaving St George’s, Jonathan Frappell was appointed to a consultant’s post in Plymouth at the rather troubled Derriford Hospital. He has now set up his own medico-legal gynaecological consultancy.
Hugh Bentall served as a surgeon-doctor in the Royal Navy, 1945-47. Gwynne the lobotomist served in the Royal Navy, as did Geoffrey Chamberlain. Chamberlain continued his relationship with the Navy as a member of the RNVR for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ detailed how many people at senior levels in the Royal Navy or the Admiralty – including Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Lord Louis Mountbatten – were directly linked with people who concealed organised sexual abuse or were even accused of it themselves.
Bentall worked at Hammersmith/RPMS between 1959 and 1985. After that he taught anatomy at the Royal Free Hospital Medical School until 1989. While Bentall was teaching there, I had an interview at the Royal Free and I noted that they were in possession of information about me which could only have come from Gwynne the lobotomist, Dr D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis or Dafydd. It wasn’t Top Secret or sensitive info, which is probably why the interviewing panel let it slip – but it could only have come from one of those four people.
Hugh Bentall’s son, as I have mentioned in previous posts, is the clinical psychologist Professor Richard Bentall. Richard Bentall did his first degree in the Dept of Psychology at UCNW and has held a Chair in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. I thought that Richard Bentall had done his clinical psychology training in north Wales, but I need to correct that – he did his clin psych training at Liverpool University.
Bentall did his degree at Bangor whilst Dafydd still ruled the roost in the Psychology Dept. Bentall then stayed on in the Dept to do a PhD in Experimental Psychology. So Richard will know about the sex trafficking gang that Dafydd and a number of staff at UCNW were facilitating. He’ll have known about Dafydd working a fiddle to ensure that his daughter Dwynwen was given a place to do a PhD in the Psychology Dept although her degree wasn’t good enough to have been offered the place. Furthermore, Richard will know that Dafydd tried to embezzle a load of dosh from UCNW and the NHS in order to fund Dwynwen’s place at a private college when Dwynwen was turned down for a clin psych place after her PhD.
Richard Bentall will know about another rather worrying Psychology PhD student at that time too, a young Greek man called Nick. Nick was a bit bonkers; he established a relationship with a local girl who was the single mother of a little boy and Nick was carrying out bizarre experiments on the little boy. Other PhD students in the Psychology Dept knew about this and were worried about the effect on the boy that Nick’s experimenting was having, but no-one raised any official concerns. Although there probably wouldn’t have been much point, the child protection services in Gwynedd County Council had been hijacked by a paedophile gang run by Dafydd and Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.
So Richard Bentall finished his PhD at UCNW and did his clin psych training at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and domain. After this, Bentall’s wiki entry tells us that he did a ‘brief stint’ working as an NHS forensic psychologist. At that time, the NHS forensic mental health services were choc full of victims of child sexual abuse who were being diagnosed as psychotic and banged up if they talked about what had happened to them. I don’t know where Bentall worked as an NHS forensic psychologist, but I’m wondering if it was at Ashworth Hospital on Merseyside. Because if it was, Bentall needs to make a police statement.
Ashworth served as a personal prison of Dafydd and the paedophiles; the patients were horrendously abused, physically and sexually and at least one patient was beaten to death by the ‘nurses’. The Angels belonged to the POA – many of them were members of the National Front and there was a civil war going on between the Angels, the Top Docs and the clin psychs. The Angels were the biggest thugs, so it was the Top Docs and clin psychs who received death threats and had their tyres slashed. However I have read a witness account of two clin psychs having a punch-up on the hospital premises – one of them was the person responsible for holding the anger management sessions with the patients. See my post ‘Security, Security’ for details regarding Ashworth.
After Richard Bentall worked in the ‘service’ which ensures that the victims of influential sex offenders remain excluded and discredited for the rest of their lives, he did an MA in Philosophy as Applied to Healthcare at Swansea University.
Richard Bentall has stated that people ‘have compared me to R.D. Laing’. I knew a former patient of Laing’s who not only told me that Laing was sadly a complete hypocrite who seriously neglected his most needy patients, but many people alleged that Laing was also sexually exploiting his patients.
If the mortar board fits Richard!
During the 1990s, Bentall was Professor of Clinical Psychology at Liverpool University. Throughout the years that, despite police investigations, there was ‘no evidence’ found of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Witnesses to the paedophile gang which didn’t exist were regularly found dead during that time.
In 1999 – once Ronnie Waterhouse had called the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles a bunch of liars and criminals and had begun to write his whitewash – Richard Bentall accepted a position at Manchester University ‘researching the psychology and treatment of psychotic experiences’.
Manchester University employed Tony Francis immediately before Tony Francis relocated to north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson moved from the Maudsley to Manchester University in 1974 and built an empire there (see post ‘The Mentor’). There was a lot of traffic in mental health staff between Manchester and north Wales during the 1990s and many Angels and more recently staff working in north Wales acquired what were clearly worthless qualifications in Mental Health from Manchester University (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).
In 2007, Richard Bentall returned to Bangor University as a Professor of Psychology. By which time Prof Fergus Lowe was causing havoc in Bangor University, having expanded his influence outward from the School of Psychology on the back of his knowledge of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and all those who had concealed them.
Richard returned to Bangor when the paedophiles’ friends had entered panic mode and were calling in reinforcements. Not only were people demanding that the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal be re-opened, but Brown and I had started publishing about the shortcomings of the mental health services.
The VC of Bangor University’s wife was dying after the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre in Liverpool somehow found that they ‘could not treat’ her condition and he took compassionate leave to look after her. Fungus took the opportunity to tell everyone that they could all forget about the VC now, Fungus was the only one who counted.
It was then that Richard Bentall heard the call of the green, green grass of home!
Shortly after Richard arrived back in Bangor, I was shown an e mail that he had sent in which he admitted that it had become virtually impossible to recruit patients for mental health research in north Wales. I know why that was – the patients had been so badly neglected or abused by the mental health services that they had as little as possible to do with them and simply ran away screaming if the word ‘research’ was mentioned.
So Richard, how do you explain that although none of you could recruit participants in north Wales, mental health researchers in Bangor continued to churn out publications boasting of ground-breaking new ‘interventions’, which were based on research trials which had allegedly involved hundreds of mental health patients from north Wales?
Richard Bentall returned to a Professorial position at Liverpool University in 2011. Just as Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.
At Liverpool University, Richard ‘is building a research group which focuses on the psychological mechanisms of severe mental illness and social factors that affect these mechanisms, which has led to a recent interest in public mental health’. In 1989, he received the BPS’s Division of Clinical Psychology ‘May Davidson Award’, an annual award for outstanding contributions to the field of clinical psychology, in the first ten years after qualifying. In 2014 Bentall was elected a Fellow of the British Academy.
Bentall has critiqued much of psychiatry, but he has not said anything that was not said many years ago by many other academics. Yet for reasons that I never understood – until I found out who Richard’s dad was – Richard Bentall has received acres of media coverage and has won prestigious awards. Furthermore, Dr Mike Jackson, one of Bentall’s Bangor colleagues who has also built his recent reputation on ‘psychological interventions in psychosis’, admitted to me that those interventions don’t work. Not that Mike et al ever admitted this in their publications or in any of the training sessions or the mountains of training material that they have produced.
Here’s an Interesting Fact, in the light of the Bentall family owning much of Kingston-upon-Thames: After I left St George’s, St George’s Hospital Medical School merged with Kingston Poly. The staff of the elitist den of hatred which is St George’s had a great many hissy fits at the thought of merging with a bunch of oiks from a Poly, but the Dean/Principal of St George’s, Professor Sir William Asscher, drove the merger through. Asscher spent most of his career as a Top Doctor in Cardiff until he heard the siren call of the serious organised criminals of St George’s in 1988, who were in need of help after their Prof of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Asscher spent the rest of his career at St George’s, concealing the cesspool that remained virtually unrippled even after Brooke was jailed.
Adrian Bell, a lecturer in Plant Biology at Bangor University, did his first degree at Kingston Poly. Adrian then worked as a forensic scientist but told students in Bangor that he left that service because of the endemic corruption within. Adrian was friends with Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the sex trafficking ring whilst he worked as a GP in the Student Health Centre. I presumed for years that Adrian Bell had no idea at all what Wood, Dafydd and Gwynne were up to. I have recently been told that he knew exactly what was going on.
That gang killed people Adrian. You spineless tosser.
Someone else knows all about Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang as well – Richard Bentall’s former wife. She did a degree in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW and then trained and worked as an Angel. She left the NHS to work in her own complementary therapy practice on Anglesey and she knows exactly how lethal the NHS is because she told me.
Richard’s former wife has good reason not to utter a word about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Her dad, Dr Eifion Jones, was for many years the Dean of the Faculty of Science at UCNW – whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles ran the institution.
I never told Richard’s ex-wife this, but her dad was notorious. He knew that there was a very big problem with the poor quality of statistics teaching at UCNW (see post ‘They Think That It’s All Over – It Is Now’) and Eifion Jones also knew that the teaching in the Maths Dept was so bad that all the science students who opted for the ‘Basic Maths’ module in their first year failed and were kicked out of the University.
In Freshers’ Week, all the science freshers were warned by the peer guides (or as they were called in my day ‘Freshers Helpers’) not, under any circumstances, to opt for Basic Maths, because if they did they would fail the first year and would be thrown out. A few days later, we were all herded into Top College to select our modules and I was accosted by a lecturer who wanted to know which modules I had selected. When I told him, he demanded to know why I hadn’t chosen Basic Maths. I didn’t say ‘because I’ve been warned’, I just said that I was more interested in the modules that I had chosen. This man then spent 15 minutes promising me that I ‘would be in trouble without Basic Maths’ and actually sent me back to the administrators to tell them that I wanted to sign up for Basic Maths. I was really worried by this and wondered if this old boy was right, but my bacon was saved by a second year student who had seen what was happening, came over, dragged me to one side and said ‘DON’T DO IT, he’s only trying to get you to sign up for Basic Maths because no-one has enrolled for it and it’s making them look bad’. So I avoided the old boy who was ordering me to sign up for Basic Maths and stuck with my original choices.
That old boy was Eifion Jones, Richard Bentall’s former father-in-law.
At the end of my first year I was told that one student had been kicked out of UCNW after they failed a module that the Dean of Science had coerced them into doing. It was of course Basic Maths.
Eifion Jones will have known about many other things as well. The chaos in the Psychology Dept involving Dafydd for a start and his son-in-law’s fellow PhD students in that Dept. Eifion Jones probably also knew that one of the lecturers in the Plant Biology Dept was known to be frequenting pubs in Bangor and picking up under-aged girls. Adrian Bell and his wife Alison knew about this because they were telling people that they were worried that their colleague was going to get himself arrested.
Richard Bentall met Eifion Jones’s daughter when they were undergrads at UCNW and I think that they got married when they were quite young – as undergrads or when Bentall was a PhD student.
No chance of your colleague getting arrested Adrian and Alison, the whole town was facilitating the trafficking ring, including, as you knew, your own colleagues. As well as Eifion Jones, who’s daughter was a student of the potential sex offender and who’s son-in-law did two degrees in a Dept ruled over by Dafydd. Eifion Jones will have known that there was a lobotomist employed in the Student Health Centre as well.
Eifion Jones will have been fully aware of the shenanigans in the Agriculture Dept and the circumstances under which one of the secretaries there, Mary Wynch, was wrongfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and was subsequently ruined by Michael Howard when he was Home Secretary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Eifion will have known about the resident groper in the Agri Dept, Gordon Farley and Eifion I think was Dean of Science when the hopeless J.B. Owen was given a Chair in Agriculture, allegedly because his family had provided the cash which founded the Agriculture Dept back in the pre-Cambrian. But then Efion’s son-in-law’s father purchased his Chair and career as well, so it will have been business as usual for Eifion Jones.
Eifion is dead now, but if he were still alive he would no doubt be able to explain why Professor Richard Howarth, one of the washed-up old farts in the Agri Dept, was appointed an adviser to Thatch, but disappeared off the planet after Sir Peter Morrison was found dead in 1995.
The last time that I had an Eifion Jones Experience was in 2001 when I was doing my PGCE. Eifion was invited to give us all a talk on the construction of the Britannia Bridge, which was something that Eifion had a big interest in. I can imagine that some people could have given an interesting lecture on such a topic, but Eifion most definitely did not.
At the time, the paedophiles’ friends of yore were doing their best to organise a military coup to overthrow the acting VC, Meryn Jones. They would gather at public events to insult him. I used to hear their plans because I arrive for most things early and they would all be there plotting – they were all so pompous and grandiose that they used to ignore me. I heard everything… Plans to fit the VC up for a criminal offence, the spreading of scurrilous rumours regarding his personal conduct whilst his wife was dying, plans to put the boot in as soon as his wife was dead ‘because it’ll look bad if we get him when his wife is dying’, the plan to approach Prof Eric Sunderland – the previous VC and a paedophiles’ friend but one who was well-camouflaged – and enlist his help in terms of spreading the poison…
Eifion Jones was one of the Grand Plotters. One of a bunch of clapped-out friends of a paedophile gang who’s crimes were so serious that year after year after year and unto the next generation, people who were not mates with Dafydd et al had to have their lives destroyed.
To return to Mr Big at Hammersmith, Hugh Bentall. The heir to a posh version of M&S was not the only man who combined Trade with the Professions. Hugh’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose – the clinical physiologist who led the Hammersmith delegation to Moscow – did so as well.
Melrose was originally from Cape Town. He studied at Oxford University, then at UCH Medical School, qualifying in 1945. Like so many other paedophiles’ friends, Melrose joined the Royal Navy. He subsequently took up a lecturing post at the Dept of Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS, under the Head of Dept Prof Ian Aird.
Aird and Melrose had ambitions to develop a heart-lung machine. A Hungarian refugee Francis Kellerman had established a medical instrument firm, New Electronic Projects – NEP – and ‘in spite of severe financial constraints’ Kellerman collaborated with Melrose to design and manufacture what became known as the Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine. I have not discovered where Kellerman found the funding to develop the machine. The Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine was first used in the pioneering operation at Hammersmith on 17 April 1957. It was such a good advert that sales boomed and the Melrose-NEP machine was quickly used across the UK, then in New Zealand and in Australia. Melrose ‘gave great personal support to units starting to do open heart surgery’. Well he and his mates had invented the technique which was dependent upon the use of the machine which went ping which they had not only also invented but were marketing and selling. That machine will not have come cheap, it cost rather more than a pair of posh knickers sold by Bentall’s in Kingston-upon-Thames.
A group of Russians decided to buy a Melrose-NEP machine and this is why Bentall et al went to Moscow with a machine that went ping…
In Moscow, the Soviet Deputy PM Anastas Mikoyan greeted Melrose’s team, embraced who we are told was ‘the buxom theatre nurse’ Phyllis Bowtle, saying ‘Medicine is clean, politics are dirty’.
Not if Bentall, Hammersmith and Melrose are involved, particularly when they have machines that go ping to flog and a Gov’t in trouble in need of good PR…
Bentall, Melrose et al didn’t only invent open heart surgery and the machine that went ping to go with it – they invented something else as well. When open heart surgery was performed using Melrose’s heart-lung machine, the patient’s heart would remain beating during the operation. This didn’t make the surgery impossible, but it was a hassle for the surgeon. Therefore Melrose and his team developed a way of inducing cardiac arrest in the patient being operated upon by using a potassium citrate perfusion into heart. Potassium arrest is still used in open heart surgery, but these days St Thomas’s cardioplegic solution is used.
When I read that potassium citrate had been replaced by something else, I wondered if there were perhaps risks associated with inducing cardiac arrest by potassium citrate. Not according to the blurb one usually finds associated with Bentall et al’s operations at Hammersmith. The usual claim is that by 1984, 300 patients had been operated on at Hammersmith and that there had been no deaths.
Yet I found it clearly stated in a 1957 academic paper which reviewed the outcomes of open heart surgery patients at Hammersmith who had undergone elective cardiac arrest using Melrose’s heart-lung machine that out of 37 patients, 13 had died.
As Peter Cook would have said ‘Is that a fact? How very interesting.’
So the Hammersmith version of a McDonalds Happy Meal – open heart surgery, heart-lung machine, potassium citrate induced cardiac arrest – carried considerable risks for patients, yet those risks were air-brushed out of the picture at some point between 1957 and 1984.
I wonder if Hugh Bentall offered fries with that.
Prof Bill Cleland was the leading surgeon who was showcased in Moscow. Cleland was an Australian. After coming to the UK, he eventually became consultant cardio-thoracic surgeon at King’s College Hospital, Hammersmith Hospital and the Royal Brompton Hospital, 1948-77. Cleland was Director of the Dept of Surgery at the Institute for Diseases of the Chest (later known as the Cardio-Thoracic Institute, Royal Brompton Hospital), 1960-77. Cleland lectured and operated across Europe and the Middle East.
The Royal Brompton is another ‘leading medical institution’ in London. When I worked at St George’s, the dreadful Mandy Leigh and Dr Cathy Wilson (see previous posts) were researching in collaboration with the Royal Brompton. The process involved Mandy and Cathy spending much time swearing and cursing about the Royal Brompton and its alleged inadequacies, but Mandy and Cathy responded to the whole universe in that way, so it may not have been a reflection on the Royal Brompton.
Prof Bill Cleland’s son is a neurologist. I think that he is probably Dr Peter Cleland, who is now retired, but previously practised in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Peter Cleveland also worked for Nuffied, BUPA and Spire hospitals. There was a direct link between the paedophile gang which operated in the Newcastle area and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. A number of mental health professionals from Newcastle-upon-Tyne went to work in north Wales with Dafydd and the paedophiles, including psychiatrist Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods of the School of Psychology at UCNW/Bangor University. Lord John Walton, Dafydd’s Big Mate who protected Dafydd for decades was a neurologist based in Newcastle (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).
Professor Ian Aird was Hugh Bentall’s senior colleague at Hammersmith/RPMS. Ian Aird trained at the University of Edinburgh and then worked at the Royal Hospital for Sick Children in Edinburgh and also at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary. Aird served in the RAMC during WWII. In 1946 Aird was appointed Professor of Surgery at RPMS.
By all accounts, Aird was quite something. He became famous in 1953 for separating Nigerian Siamese twins, the first time that the operation had been carried out in the UK and he travelled across the world lecturing and operating. He is described as being hugely energetic and popular, but unusually for a surgeon, as ‘sensitive’.
In fact Ian Aird was so sensitive that it killed him. On 17 Sept 1962 he was found dead in his bed at Hammersmith Hospital. The cause of death was barbiturate poisoning. Prof Aird was said to have been taking barbiturates for depression.
So Prof Ian Aird – Bentall’s eminent senior colleague who did not join the PR trip to Moscow – died some 18 months after Bentall starred in the BBC documentary. Bentall purchased his Chair at RPMS less than two years after Ian Aird’s death.
Barbiturates were generously prescribed in the early 1960s, but the problem with barbiturates is that they are very toxic in overdose. Ian Aird would have known that.
Professor Ian Aird was working with a bunch of scoundrels who’s lying, cheating and dreadful behaviour permeated the whole of Hammersmith/RPMS 25 years later. Unlike some, Professor Aird did not purchase his Chair and career. Furthermore, Aird’s work eclipsed the work of the Hammersmith surgeon who did do that. Until of course Ian Aird died. Then the coast was clear for another Great Surgeon to emerge from Hammersmith.
Mary Wynch always maintained that her mother died of barbiturate poisoning in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. But Mary was mad. Dafydd said so after he unlawfully imprisoned her for a year.
Here’s Professor Richard Bentall, following in his dad’s footsteps as an Eminent Academic…
I have mentioned before that the IVF pioneer Prof Bob Edwards was a former UCNW student, but Bangor University wouldn’t admit to being associated with Bob Edwards until he won his Nobel Prize. What Bangor did used to max out on though – to the entertainment of the students – was Roger Whittaker being a UCNW graduate. Roger often got a mention, but at graduation in either 1984 or 1985, UCNW really developed Roger-mania and Roger turned up in person. He strummed his guitar, he sung a few songs and he whistled. Welsh TV and the press were there and Roger was interviewed and explained how studying at UCNW was the best thing since sliced bread. Roger studied biochemistry at UCNW back in the dark ages. He doesn’t mention this much, but Roger and academia didn’t go too well together. Roger only went to UCNW because his grades were so bad that nowhere else offered him a place and he ended up with a Third. When the media asked Roger if he ever regretted following a career as a whistling folk musician rather than a biochemist, Roger didn’t admit that he was so bad at biochemistry that he couldn’t have been a biochemist, he maintained that his whistling made people happy and that was more important than anything else.
Roger’s whistling certainly made a gang of sex traffickers happy. Roger arrived in Bangor to provide much needed PR in the wake of Brown and I complaining about Gwynne the lobotomist and me writing to the GMC about him. There had also been three students who had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne and an Agri student had hung himself in one of the halls of residence. Goodness what that was all about, there was never any info provided, other than that one of the cleaners found his body.
One of Roger’s hits was ‘I’ve Got To Leave Old Durham Town’, which is what Professor Eric Sunderland did when the paedophile gang sent up a distress flare in 1984 and asked him to be Principal of UCNW. According to Roger’s wiki entry, he began his musical career when he was a student at Bangor, 1959-62, by singing in local clubs. Roger gave away a Flexi disc with the Bangor student newspaper, the ‘Bangor University Rag’. Roger seems to be telling porkies with regard to this. There were no clubs in Bangor until 1984. Even if we give Roger the benefit of the doubt and entertain the notion that in the early 60s, Bangor was not a tiny Welsh town rather inaccessible to much of Wales yet alone the rest of the UK, but a thriving metropolis where night was turned into neon day with streets thronging with nightclubs, strip joints and casinos, with a Chinatown and branches of all the best stores, Roger’s story still doesn’t add up. Bangor University wasn’t called Bangor University until many years after Roger graduated. It was UCNW until well after I graduated in 1984, its next incarnation was as the University of Wales, Bangor and in 2007 it became Bangor University. So whatever Roger Whittaker did when he was a student, he did not give away Flexi discs with a student newspaper called the ‘Bangor University Rag’.
However, Roger will have been a student at UCNW with the Burmese Generals – or as Brown called them ‘the Welsh gerontocracy’ – who subsequently ran Bangor, who doubled up as paedophiles’ friends and who attempted the military coup some 10 years ago. No wonder they dined out on Roger being a UCNW graduate and invited him back to do his whistling when there was a Challenge To Gwynne.
This morning I was reading a copy of the i newspaper from last Friday when I was faced with an interview with Ken Clarke, as part of the i’s ‘NHS at 70’ celebrations. Ken Clarke has featured extensively on this blog, so I won’t repeat his crimes here. Suffice to say that in just about every capacity in which he has been employed, Clarke colluded with and concealed serious crime in the NHS, including that of Dafydd and the paedophiles and the charmers at St George’s.
Ken reminisced about his time as Health Minister and then, from July 1988, Health Secretary, to the i. He of course remembered his famous battles with the BMA. Ken told the i that the BMA was ‘the most ruthless and determined opponent I ever faced’ and that they ‘were completely ruthless and unscrupulous’.
Before I realised what D.G.E. Wood and Tony Francis were doing to me without my knowledge, I used to chat to them a great deal about medicine and politics and of course about Ken Clarke. It’s how I found out how fond of Dr Death DGE Wood was. At the time of the BMA’s famous advertising campaign which involved an ad with the slogan ‘What do you call a man who ignores medical advice?’ ‘Ken Clarke’, I told Wood that the Tories were going to lose the battle with the BMA, although they probably deserved to win it. I quipped to Wood that all the BMA needed to do if Ken Clarke didn’t do exactly what they told him to do was to invite the TV cameras into the neonatal ward of any hospital and film all those babies being cared for by Angels. Ken Clarke would lose hands down. Wood laughed more loudly than I had ever heard him laugh before and smugly said ‘it’s called political muscle and we’ve got more of it than anyone else’.
Wood and his colleagues were running a sex trafficking ring which was murdering witnesses and Ken Clarke knew it. Clarke took on the BMA to a far great extent than any other Health Secretary ever has, but he didn’t win. The fight ended in stalemate because some of the BMA members were facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying underaged children to a whole selection of people, including Gov’t Ministers and two friends of Thatcher’s. Ken knew it and he knew what was happening at Hammersmith Hospital as well.
Ken told the i last Friday that the NHS had been transformed by the Tory Gov’ts of which he was a part and as an example of the transformation, Ken reminded the i that ‘you had awful old fashioned asylums who were dealing with people who were mentally ill’.
The awful old fashioned asylum in Denbigh was illegally imprisoning the victims of the paedophile gang which Ken was ignoring in a dungeon.
Ken’s solution? It was to do a deal with the BMA for their mutual benefit – which involving destroying the careers of me and a number of my friends who had found out some of what was going on in north Wales and allowing Carlo’s mate the Duke of Westminster to buy a piece of real estate in Knightsbridge worth millions for £6000 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).
Nice one Ken! The Chancellor of the Exchequer has just announced that the Treasury has completely run out of money – it’s all been given to the NHS. The lot. Nothing left. Mentally ill people are just as badly off as when they were left to rot in Denbigh and every Dept of Children’s Social Services in the UK has been hijacked by sex trafficking gangs. The health outcomes for certain cohorts in much of the UK are some of the worst in Europe.
What an achievement.
Ken Clarke. Westminster’s answer to Edwina Hart. They knew what was going on, they tried to stand up to the Top Doctors, but because they were both so desperate to be PM/FM and didn’t dare lose the support of the caring sharing NHS they didn’t see it through. Instead they did deals with child abusers and killers.
Ken Clarke did not become PM. Edwina did not become FM. A lot of people died.
I note that Richard Bentall has passed through Swansea University, as well as the paedophiles’ friends’ favourites Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester Universities. Swansea University was the playground of Rhodri Morgan and Edwina Hart. It was also part of Lord Brian Flowers’ train set. Other institutions which Brian Flowers were given to play with were Hammersmith/RPMS and Manchester University.
Never mind, Richard Bentall is leading a research team developing interventions which his colleagues admit don’t work.
The social worker daughter of one of Dafydd’s henchmen who worked as an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was given a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales, an Office which was established on the recommendation of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse to ensure that It Never Happens Again.
The son of one Mr Big at Hammersmith who concealed an even bigger vat of worms, including the criminal activity in north Wales, is a Professor of Clinical Psychology who is dedicating his career to Liberating Service Users. Whether Richard Bentall’s family business made generous donations to the Universities of Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester in return for Richard’s Chairs I have no idea.
‘The Morning Star’ today is looking to Dave Prentis, the General Secretary of UNISON, to lead the 70th anniversary celebrations of the NHS in style. Dave Prentis has been General Secretary since 2001. Prentis was appointed Deputy General Secretary of UNISON upon it’s formation in 1993 from the merger of NALGO, NUPE and COHSE. Many of those who abused children in north Wales were members of NALGO and NUPE. Some of the abusers were shop stewards of those unions. Those unions provided full protection for their members even after they had admitted to, or had been convicted of, serious offences against children. One NALGO rep who had abused children managed to produce a letter from a psychiatrist which enabled him to retire on favourable terms re financial provision. Numerous staff at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were members of COHSE. David Williams, the General Secretary of COHSE, was a former Angel from the North Wales Hospital. Dafydd’s henchman led the union. See post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’.
I am not going to concern myself so much with media reports regarding the excesses of the ‘services’ on this blog any longer because the excesses are such that, as the NHS and other ‘services’ disintegrate to such an extent that it can no longer be concealed, paedophiles’ friends are popping up in the media from all directions screaming loudly that all that is needed is for them to be given many more millions of pounds and then everything will be OK.
The sociologist Loic Wacquant argued some years ago that because neoliberal capitalism had left politicians powerless, all that they could offer was ‘solutions’ in terms of crime and punishment and that was why so many were banging on about the necessity to build more prisons and get tough on crime and the causes of crime. Loic Wacquant lives in the US so he might not waste his time following what UK politicians are doing, but their latest offering is legislation to imprison anyone – for up to two years – who takes ‘up-skirt photos’. I’m unimpressed with this gesture because there is already legislation in place to cover this behaviour. If I can be prosecuted for staring at a social worker in Safeways, one who’s colleagues are running a paedophile gang at that and then also prosecuted for telling the secretary of another facilitator of the same paedophile gang that he is a fat idiot, I can only presume that the up-skirt peeping toms have not been prosecuted for reasons other than a lack of legislation. Furthermore, Dafydd illegally imprisoned people in a dungeon and like the up-skirt photographers he was never prosecuted. But as with demanding that Somalis are prosecuted for FGM – even in the absence of evidence – demanding tough sentences for up-skirt photographers is rather easier than tackling organised crime in the welfare services.
One thought occurs to me MPs – to take an up-skirt shot, the photographer would have to be in the vicinity of the woman’s feet/ankles. A solution would be for the targeted woman to kick them in the chops, very very hard. Easier, quicker, cheaper and one would not have to take one’s chances with an endemically corrupt criminal justice system. Something tells me that Dafydd could have spent 24 hours a day taking up-skirt shots and there would have been no action taken against him. After all, Dafydd’s mate at Bart’s, Prof Linford Rees, photographed female patients in the bath and showed the photos to students in his lectures (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
Instead I am using this post to name a few more of those who’s Big Ideas contributed towards a gang of paedophiles remaining untouchable for many years.
My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ detailed those managing Gwynedd Social Services whilst the paedophile gang operated in the Council’s children’s homes. For much of that time the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council was Ioan Bowen Rees, who has featured in a number of previous blog posts. I have mentioned that despite the havoc in Gwynedd County Council during his years of leadership, Bowen Rees was an intelligent erudite man, an Oxford graduate who was considered one of Europe’s leading experts on local democracy.
This might explain why, when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was described in the media as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’ and the social workers who ran the paedophile gang were constantly telling people that the ‘services’ were the best in Europe. Us service users used to shriek with laughter when we read such descriptions of the people who were trying to shag us, who were threatening us, assaulting us, lying about us in court and leaving some of our friends so desperate that they killed themselves. The extraordinary thing is that Bowen Rees really was considered an expert in local gov’t at a European level. So we can only wonder why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Gwynedd County Council when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec and why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Dyfed when Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council prior to relocating to Gwynedd.
Dafydd and the paedophiles were linked with a pan-European paedophile gang. Gwynedd social workers tripped over themselves to become involved with projects that sociologists in Bangor University were running with sociologists and social workers in Europe. The Gwynedd social workers knew bugger all about the academic work involved, but they were there at every workshop, at every buffet and stressed to the visiting European academics that the services in Gwynedd were, of course, leading the way.
Two Bangor lecturers who were particularly keen to climb aboard the European projects bandwagon were John Borland and Aled Griffiths. Borland had retired by the time that I began work as a sociologist at Bangor, but I was interested to discover that Borland had set up a company to supply ‘service users’ who would provide the legally required ‘feedback’ on the ‘services’ in north Wales. I had never met one ‘service user’ who had heard of John Borland, yet alone worked for his business. Borland’s wife was Sandra Betts, an expert on Wimmin in Wales who was rarely seen in the University and who’s own work was substantially done by unpaid female PhD students. Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer is married to Joanna Griffiths, who until her retirement was Director of Conwy Social Services. Joanna was Director when Conwy failed to respond to complaints that residents in Prestwood Homes were being appallingly abused (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’). Aled’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, who was Director of Gwynedd Social Services after Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes ‘retired’ from that role when the Waterhouse Report was published. Aled Griffiths’s brother Huw was a highly incompetent solicitor who was one of those who sat in Bangor Magistrates Court watching Dafydd and the paedophiles fit up their victims. In fact Huw watched Dafydd and the paedophiles fit me up, that’s how I knew him, years before I encountered the joys of the Buffet Slayer.
A very cosy arrangement for everyone involved. This bunch were colleagues of Professor Mark Williams and some of them appear on his ‘Mindfulness’ publications (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Mark Williams has now taken his pyramid selling Mindfulness scam to China and Hong Kong.
Ioan Bowen Rees, being very keen on Europe and their systems of local democracy, some of which Ioan maintained were far superior to that found in the UK, spent a lot of time in Europe. I have mentioned previously that Max Beloff, the father of Cherie Booth’s friend and colleague Michael Beloff, rated one of Bowen Rees’s books so highly that he maintained that it was ‘essential reading for public servants’. Bowen Rees doubled up as an adviser to Plaid MPs Gwynfor Evans and Dafydd Wigley, both of whom knew that organised child sexual abuse bloomed wherever Ioan was to be found but who said nothing (see posts ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’).
There is however someone else who was a mate of and intellectual traveller with Ioan Bowen Rees whom I have not yet mentioned – Professor Leopold Kohr. Kohr grew up in Oberndorf near Salzburg and it remained his ideal of community. He held a doctorate in law from the University of Innsbruck, Austria and one in political science from the University of Vienna. Kohr also studied at the LSE.
Kohr became a freelance correspondent during the Spanish Civil War where he was impressed by the self-contained governments of Catalonia and Aragon, as well as by the small Spanish anarchist city-states of Alcoy and Caspe. He became a close friend of George Orwell and shared offices with Ernest Hemingway and Andre Malraux.
Kohr fled Austria in 1938 after it was annexed by Nazi Germany and emigrated to the US, later becoming an American citizen.
Kohr taught economics and political philosophy at Ruthers University in New Jersey, 1943-55. From 1955-73, he was Professor of Economics and Public Administration in the University of Puerto Rico in San Juan, except for a period in 1965-66 when he was Professor of Economics at the University of the Americas in Mexico City; during these years Kohr developed his concepts of village renewal and ‘lent his advice to local city planning initiatives.’ He also advised the independence movement of the of Anguilla.
After many rejections by American and British publishers, Kohr’s first book, ‘The Breakdown of Nations’, was published in 1957 in Britain after a chance meeting with anarchist Sir Herbert Read.
Kohr moved from Puerto Rico to Wales, where he taught political philosophy at the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth from 1968-77. So Kohr was there when Carlo spent a brief period at Aber learning Welsh. Kohr worked in the Department of Extra-mural Studies at Aber and was senior tutor, 1973-77.
The project of Welsh independence, founded on the ideal of ‘cymdeithas’ (community) was dear to Kohr and he became a mentor to Plaid and a close friend of its then leader, Gwynfor Evans.
Yma O Hyd! Sing-a-long-a Dafydd Iwan and a gang of molesters with intellectual aspirations. Which provided a very useful carapace.
After retiring from teaching, Kohr divided his time between Gloucester and Hellbrunn, near Salzburg. He was planning to return to his hometown of Oberndorf to live when he died in 1994.
Kohr described himself as a ‘philosophical anarchist’. He protested the ‘cult of bigness’ and economic growth and promoted the concept of human scale and small community life. Kohr’s vision called for a dissolution of centralized political and economic structures in favour of local control, which was pretty much Ioan Bowen Rees’s ‘vision’ for Wales. Ioan’s cup brimmed over when the National Assembly for Wales was established – he was an adviser to the Welsh Office civil servants and to Ron ‘it was a moment of madness/I was looking for badgers’ Davies (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) regarding devolution.
It is not a coincidence that the Welsh Assembly is stuffed full of weak, third-rate AMs who in their previous lives concealed a paedophile gang.
This was the Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who did his best to ensure that Ron Davies would be Wales’s First Minister, until that male prostitute Boogie got in the way:
According to Clarissa Dickson Wright, when Blair was at Oxford he was widely suspected of being gay and was known as Miranda.
I’ve only ever met one person called Miranda and that was a young patient at Springfield Hospital in 1991. She was relentlessly pursued by a predatory male patient and was actually quite frightened of him. The staff watched this man shout ‘Miranda, I’m coming after you’ and she fled on a regular basis, yet they did nothing.
Kohr was an important inspiration to the Green, bioregional, Forth World, decentralist and anarchist movements. He contributed often to John Papworth’s `Journal for the Fourth World’, ‘Resurgence’. One of Kohr’s students was economist E.F. Schumacher, whose book ‘Small Is Beautiful’ took its title from one of Kohr’s core principles.
In 1983, a student with a sense of humour at Aston University was faced with a finals paper in which one of the questions was ‘Small is beautiful. Discuss.’ This student did indeed discuss Small Is Beautiful. He wrote a whole essay arguing why he preferred to have sex with women with small boobs. When faced with his essay, the exam board weren’t sure what to do, so a meeting was held and it was agreed that for that essay they would simply give him a pass mark. The rest of his work was of a high standard and he emerged with a 2:1.
The VC of Aston University at the time was Sir Freddie Crawford, aka ‘Mrs Thatcher’s favourite Vice-Chancellor’. At least the student who liked small boobs sat his own exams. There was a problem at Aston at the time – it was discovered that several members of Middle Eastern Royal families had registered for engineering degrees and had sent their servants along to attend the lectures and sit the exams for them. The degrees were issued in the names of their employers, who found themselves in possession of engineering degrees whilst knowing nuzzing. I was told that Ruhi Behi, a former psych nurse from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, used the services of someone else to acquire his degree in psychology from UCNW in the 1980s. Behi subsequently became Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi bagged his degree when paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland was Principal/VC and was appointed Head of Healthcare Sciences when paedophiles’ friend Roy Evans was VC.
Leopold Kohr’s ideas inspired Kirkpatrick’s books ‘Human Scale’ (1980) and ‘Dwellers in the Land: The Bioregional Vision’ (1985). Sale arranged the first American publication of ‘The Breakdown of Nations’ in 1978 and wrote the foreword.
Ioan Bowen Rees also co-authored with Hugh MacDiarmid and Owen Dudley Edwards.
Hugh MacDiarmid was the pen name of Christopher Murray Grieve, a Scottish poet, journalist, essayist and political figure. He is best known for his works written in ‘synthetic Scots’, a ‘literary version of the Scots language that MacDiarmid himself developed’. So he invented his own language. He probably awarded himself a prize for it as well a la the Learned Society of Wales. However, Grieve’s earliest work was written in English and from the early 1930s onwards much of the poetry published under MacDiarmid’s name was also written in an English.
MacDiarmid was born in the Scottish border town of Langholme, Dumfriesshire. He was educated at Langholm Academy before becoming a teacher for a brief time at Broughton Higher Grade School in Edinburgh. MacDiarmid lived in London, Liverpool and Thakeham in West Sussex. He lived on Whalesay in Shetland, 1933-42 and in Glasgow, 1942-49. MacDiarmid worked as a journalist for a number of local Scottish papers. He spent time living in Ebbw Vale and contributed to the socialist newspaper ‘The Merthyr Pioneer’, run by Labour Party founder Keir Hardie, before joining the RAMC on the outbreak of WWI. MacDiarmid served in Salonica, Greece and France before developing cerebral malaria and subsequently returning to Scotland in 1918.
Somebody seems to have been having fun with MacDiarmid’s wiki entry regarding the first few decades of his life, because the dates provided in that entry do not always correlate with MacDiarmid’s activities at the time.
After the war MacDiarmid continued to work as a journalist, living in Montrose, Scotland – which boasts a place called Charleton Road no less – where he became Editor and reporter of the ‘Montrose Review’, as well as a justice of the peace and a member of the county council. In 1923 his first book, ‘Annals of the Five Senses’, was published at his own expense, followed by ‘Sangschaw’ in 1925 and ‘Penny Wheep’ and ‘A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle’ in 1926.
On the Shetland island of Whalsay in 1933 with his son Michael and second wife, Valda Trevlyn, MacDiarmid wrote essays and poetry despite being cut off from mainland cultural developments for much of the 1930s. He died at his cottage near Biggar in 1978 at the age of 86.
Norman Lamont – who was a member of the Cambridge Mafia which produced so many of the big beasts of Thatcher’s Gov’t – held Ministerial positions under Thatch and was Chancellor of the Exchequer under John Major, was born in Shetland; his father was the Island’s Top Doctor. Lamont was Chancellor on Black Wednesday.
This man was Norman’s special adviser at the time:
MacDiarmid was a supporter of both communism and Scottish nationalism. He was a founding member of the National Party of Scotland, (forerunner of the SNP) and stood as a candidate for the SNP in 1945 and 1950 and for the Communist Party of Great Britain in 1964. So MacDiarmid will have known those other members of the Communist Party of Great Britain who used to spend the summer at Croesor in Merionydd in the 1960s – who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The Village’).
MacDiarmid was a ‘controversial figure’ during his lifetime. He was expelled from both the SNP and the Communist Party but then the CP let him back in again many years later. MacDiarmid was a member of a secret Scottish Nationalist society Clann Albain.
Between 1931-43, MacDiarmid was kept under surveillance by the security services and when Orwell compiled a list of suspected communist sympathisers, he included MacDiarmid’s name on it. Not that it will have done MacDiarmid any harm. After all, MI5 provided Dafydd et al with full protection, it was only the service users who bothered to find out what Dafydd was up to by ringing him up, using the public phone box in the village where Ioan Bowen Rees lived. Ioan didn’t suffer as a result, he was never in the queue for that phone box, Ioan the Common Man will have had several land lines and at least one mobile down in his Plas some distance away from the village centre.
In 2010 letters written in the early 1940s by MacDiarmid were discovered, showing that he believed that a Nazi invasion of Britain would benefit Scotland. Marc Horne in the ‘Daily Telegraph’ commented: ‘MacDiarmid flirted with fascism in his early thirties, when he believed it was a doctrine of the left. In two articles written in 1923, ‘Plea for a Scottish Fascism’ and ‘Programme for a Scottish Fascism’, he appeared to support Mussolini’s regime. By the 1930s however, following Mussolini’s lurch to the right, his position had changed and he castigated Neville Chamberlain over his appeasement of Hitler’s expansionism.’ Deirdre Grieve, MacDiarmid’s daughter-in-law and literary executor, noted: ‘I think he entertained almost every ideal it was possible to entertain at one point or another.’
MacDiarmid’s son Michael Trevlyn became Vice-Chairman of the SNP.
MacDiarmid was considered controversial in his lifetime but is now considered one of the principal forces behind the Scottish Renaissance and has had a lasting impact on Scottish culture and politics. He was accused of plagiarism by supporters of the Welsh poet Glyn Jones but responded with ‘the greater the plagiarism, the greater the work of art’. Perhaps Charles Saatchi would like to pay someone a great deal of money for MacDiarmid’s plagiarised poetry or indeed the poetry that he wrote in the language which he made up himself and display it in the Saatchi gallery in Chelsea.
In ‘Who’s Who’ MacDiarmid listed Anglophobia as one of his interests. It’s a good job that the Englisher Thatcher’s mate the Englisher Sir Peter Morrison had a sexual interest in young boys though, because MacDiarmid’s mate Ioan Bowen Rees and Dafydd would have been out of business without that and perhaps in prison as well.
Ioan’s co-author Owen Dudley Edwards is an Irish historian and former Reader in Commonwealth and American History at the University of Edinburgh. He is the son of Professor Robert Dudley Edwards and brother to the Irish writer, Ruth Dudley Edwards. He is the General Editor of the Oxford Sherlock Holmes series and is a recognised expert on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. There was plenty about his co-author Ioan that he could investigate. Dudley Edwards was also an authority on P.G. Wodehouse.
Wodehouse’s first published novel:
It was about the drug squad in North Wales planting illegal substances on the paedophiles’ victims. Although Dafydd pronounces it ‘mari-jew-ana’.
The following year – 1903 – Wodehouse published this:
Which is worrying when one remembers what was happening to kids in the ‘residential schools’ and children’s homes scattered across Gwynedd when Ioan Bowen Rees was presiding over his own little bit of local democracy.
Owen Dudley Edwards attended Belvedere College, Dublin, University College, Dublin and John Hopkins University in Baltimore.
In 1966 Dudley Edwards married Barbara Balbirnie Lee. They have three children. Dudley Edwards is a practising Catholic and actively involved in the church.
I am reading Jeremy Paxman’s book ‘Friends In High Places: Who Runs Britain?’ at the moment. It was published in 1990 and I wished that I’d read it when it was first published, because it names everyone who was propping up the corrupt regime of which the London medical establishment was an integral part. I’ve named many of them on this blog, but it would have been helpful to know that they were the powers behind the criminality of which I was on the receiving end at the time. Paxo’s done a very good job – I still have more chapters to read, but so far I’ve come across a few people who had escaped me.
I have mentioned Alan Walters previously, Thatch’s economic adviser who’s presence concerned a great many people. It is believed that it was Nigel Lawson who managed to elbow Walters out of the way. Lawson certainly did everyone a favour there. I read up about Walters before I discovered the key role that Leicester University had played in concealing organised sexual abuse in Leicestershire, so it took Paxo’s book to clobber me with the info that Walters was a Leicester University graduate. Leicester University has played a role in the education or careers of a number of people like Walters who were hailed as gurus by PMs concealing abuse and trafficking. Many of these people very obviously did not have much to offer and their influence on PMs was inexplicable. For example, the man who invented the Third Way for Blair and who explained it all in a short pamphlet which one could read over breakfast:
Paxo writes about the Institute of Economic Affairs (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). He mentions David Green, who was Head of the IEA’s Health Policy Group. In 1988, Green argued that inequality of health services is desirable. Green would have been delighted with Bethesda in the 1980s and 90s, it was littered with destitute ‘service users’ who were being targeted by Dafydd to sell sex to dreadful old politicians and others and the empty shells of those who had already been used in this way and had returned to north Wales, completely drained, traumatised, fragile and refused all ‘services’. Furthermore their tales of sex with the rich and famous were so extraordinary that no-one believed them.
BBC News Wales is reporting that the Rolling Stones are coming to Wales. Will they be looking up a few old acquaintances in Bethesda?
If they do, I don’t suppose that we’ll hear anything about it.
David Green writes for ‘The Sunday Times’, ‘The Times’, the ‘Daily Mail’, the ‘Sunday Telegraph’ and the ‘Daily Telegraph’. Green has taken part in broadcast programmes such as ‘Newsnight’, the ‘Moral Maze’ and the ‘Today’ programme. He has made occasional contributions to the Guardian’s ‘Comment is Free’ site and he has contributed pieces to ‘Daily Telegraph’ news blogs.
NB: Perhaps Claire Fox, a regular on the ‘Moral Maze’, could explain why despite her self-styled neocon say-the-unthinkable re the welfare state stance, she has never breathed a word about Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Because Claire certainly knows about them. Claire grew up in Flint, north Wales when Dafydd and the paedophiles were busy. She attended St Richard Gwyn Catholic High School in Flint, went to Warwick University and worked as a mental health social worker, 1981-87. Claire completed a PGCE at Thames Poly in 1992.
Why so silent Claire? I read ‘Living Marxism’ for years when you and your mates from the Revolutionary Communist Party were publishing it – I even had copies of it in my house when the paedophile gang used to send the police around to arrest me after they had perjured themselves. Then Brown and I followed ‘Spiked Online’ when you reinvented yourselves as neocons in 2000. One of your lot asked Brown if we’d like to write for you after you read one of our books. Brown said no thanks because we noticed that there were certain things that none of you dared write about. Such as what had happened to us during the 1980s, 90s and was still happening at the very time that we were asked if we wanted to write for ‘Spiked’…
What we had Claire were a bunch of twats from the security services bothering us, whilst you built your reputation as Ms Fearless.
Claire’s fellow panellist on the ‘Moral Maze’ Matthew Taylor – Blair’s former policy adviser – knows about Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Matthew’s dad Laurie is mates with Prof Dick Hobbs who was a friend of the criminologist Jane Morgan, widow of Lord K.O. Morgan. Jane and Lord Ken were at the scene of the crimes as it were (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).
David Green was an undergraduate at the University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1970-73 and remained there for his PhD. He was a Labour Councillor in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1976-81. So Green knew about the paedophile gang in the north east with links to Dafydd and he knew that the Councils in the north east were sending great numbers of children in care to children’s homes in north Wales and continued to do so even after complaints of serious abuse were made.
Green worked as a Research Fellow at the Australian National University in Canberra, 1981-83. He worked at the IEA from 1984 and was Director of its Health and Welfare Unit, 1986-2000.
Green funded the think tank Civitas in 2000 and is also its Chief Executive.
Any more bright ideas to keep a bunch of sex traffickers in business then David?
Green’s book, ‘Community Without Politics’ (London, IEA, 1997) was awarded the Sir Anthony Fisher Memorial Prize in 1997. In 2004 Green was voted one of Britain’s top 100 British intellectuals by readers of ‘Prospect’ magazine and in 2009 he was included on the Evening Standard’s list of the 1,000 most influential Londoners. Green’s 1993 book ‘Reinventing Civil Society’ has been translated into Chinese and Russian and probably that language that Ioan Bowen Rees’s mate MacDiarmid made up as he went along whilst he was plagiarising poetry.
If anyone knows whether Green is one of the literary figures who takes part in the events organised by the paedophiles’ friends who run the charidee Wellbeing of Women, do let me know (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’). He’s probably been on the guest list for an event at Compton Verney as well.
Health inequalities in action for you David:
A leading forensic psychiatrist at an old boys’ public school reunion:
A service user with a ‘severe and dangerous personality disorder’ who complained about the serious crimes of a colleague of the man above:
Paxo’s book informed me that Keith Joseph’s outfit which Joseph founded in 1974, the Centre for Policy Studies, was funded with money from Nigel Vinson. My post ‘Include Me Out’ detailed a debate in the House which involved a number of politicians defending the appalling suicide rate among the victims of Dafydd et al in Risley Remand Centre. It was mentioned in the record in Hansard that one of those contributing to the debate would be giving a talk to the Centre for Policy Studies.
So who is the man who bank-rolled the ‘intellectuals’ behind a paedophile gang? Nigel – now Lord – Vinson is the son of Ronald Vinson, a farmer. Vinson was educated at Pangbourne. After school he served in the Queen’s Royal Regiment.
In 1952 Vinson began a small plastics company in Guildford (Plastic Coatings Ltd), which in 1969 was floated on the Stock Exchange, with over 1,000 employees. The business won the Queen’s Award for Industry in 1971. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of the CBI’s Smaller Firms Council, 1979-84 and President of the Industrial Participation Association, 1979-89. Vinson was Director of the Sugar Board, 1968-75, Director of the British Airports Authority, 1973-80 and a Director of Barclays Bank, 1982-87. He worked for the Centre for Policy Studies, 1974-80. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of Electra Investment Trust 1990-98. From 1976-78 Vinson was an honorary Director of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee Appeal. In the light of how close the Royal Family are to Dafydd’s mates, I really am very glad that I’ve never been the sort to buy Royal mugs or plates with pictures on of yet another couple who have just had a fairy tale wedding.
I have recently discovered that before she came to that sticky end in a tunnel, the heart surgeon with whom Diana was having a fling, Hasnet Khan, later worked at Harefield Hospital with Sir Magdi Yacoub, where I am fairly sure that major research fraud was carried out (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Before Hasnet Khan worked at Harefield, Diana had been allowed into his previous place of work to watch heart surgery. People started complaining that it was a security risk. It was also completely unethical but no-one mentioned that.
Vinson was a Member of the Northumbrian National Parks and Countryside Committee, 1977-87 and a member of the Foundation for Science and Technology, 1991-96. Since 2003, he has been a Trustee of Civitas. Vinson is life Vice President of the IEA, where he was Chairman of Trustees 1989-95.
Vinson was also a member of the Design Council, 1973-80 and the unsalaried Chairman of the Rural Development Commission 1980-90. He was founder donor of the Martin Mere Wildfowl Reserve in 1972 and gave a village green to Holbourn, Northumberland, in 2006. Presumably in exchange for domain over the villagers in order to force them into human slavery.
In Feb 1985, Vinson was given a peerage.
We’ll drink to that!
Vinson was a council member of St George’s House, Windsor Castle, 1990-96. He has been married to Yvonne Collin since 1972; they have three daughters.
Lord Vinson of Health Inequalities is a regular attender at Lords debates, and spoke in the 2007 and 2014 sessions in support of nuclear power. Here’s an explosion for him.
In 2012, Lord Vinson threatened to defect to UKIP unless the Conservatives took a more ‘Better Out’ approach to Europe. He obviously didn’t understand the potential markets in Europe, unlike Dafydd and the Gwynedd social workers.
In June 2013 Vinson spoke and voted in the Lords against the Marriage (Same Sex Couples) Bill. Keep it all as illegal as possible Nigel, it enables Dafydd to keep the prices high and blackmail the victims.
Paxo’s book also names Professor Brian Griffiths, who ran the Downing Street Policy Unit for Thatch. Griffiths was educated at Dynevor School, Swansea and at the LSE. So Griffiths will have been part of the Heseltine-Lord Brian Flowers-Swansea contingent. The Labour Party Swansea Mafia – Rhodri Morgan, Edwina Hart et al – will have known him as well, but his mates were bigger than theirs and the one thing that none of them were going to do was blow the whistle on the fact that his big mates were running a paedophile ring in west and north Wales, because a Windbag in Islwyn was hoping to become PM on the basis of the votes of the staff of the public services who were colluding with it all.
Brian Griffiths was Dean of the City University Business School, but in 1986 he resigned his Chair to become Thatch’s Chief Policy Adviser.
Griffiths was given a peerage in 1991. The year that Peter Morrison was knighted and a number of other paedophiles’ friends picked up honours for no good reason. The year that the careers of me as well as of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales were destroyed.
Brian Griffiths was Chairman of the Centre for Policy Studies, 1991-01. He served on the Board of Directors of the Conservative Christian Fellowship, 2000-02. Griffiths was a member of the European Union Sub-Committee F (Social Affairs, Education and Home Affairs), 1999-03 and the Religious Offences Committee from 2002-03. I expect that Griffiths also Chaired which ever Committee decreed that swearing was an offence so serious that Dafydd was compelled to report me to the police when I said ‘bugger’; Bluglass agreed that me calling Dafydd a wanker was one of the many signs that I was Dangerous, had a Homicidal Capacity and that I would ‘end in a ward for the criminally insane’. Bluglass has a very sweary daughter called Amanda, who as far as I am aware, has never been consigned to a ward for the criminally insane. But then her father is not in prison, despite colluding with a serious offender. I wonder why not?
Griffiths is a Vice-President of the Nature in Art Trust. He serves as Vice-Chairman of Goldman Sachs International. He said that he was ‘not ashamed’ of the bank’s compensation plans and that the issue of banking compensation should not be thought about solely from a short-term perspective. Griffiths defended the bank’s bonuses and said that the general public should ‘tolerate the inequality as a way to achieve greater prosperity for all’.
I wish I’d known that when Dafydd and the paedophiles had hounded me out of my job and then tried to set fire to my house while I was living in poverty in Ioan Bowen Rees’s local democracy, it would have explained everything. I could have also reminded the staff of St George’s of it when they all turned green upon finding out that the foul research assistant Mandy Leigh’s brother Charles – who worked as a banker – received more than their annual salaries for his Christmas bonus. It’s why they all thought that they were so badly paid. Mandy thought that she was badly paid as well, even though St George’s had done a fiddle with her PhD funders to ensure that she was paid more than her colleagues. As Mandy breezily explained to me one day, she was ‘a rich bitch funded by Wellcome’. I’d like to have known how that happened – Mandy was thrown off of one degree course for reasons which were never explained, so there wasn’t exactly an outstanding academic record there. Perhaps she simply explained on her application that she would be having sex in the lab during working hours with Top Doctors and would be hurling racist abuse at overseas staff?
Brian Griffiths also stated that ‘we should not … be ashamed of offering compensation in an internationally competitive market which ensures the bank businesses here and employs British people’. Such as Charles Leigh, obviously.
Paxo’s book mentioned a very influential figure in academia with connections to Dafydd et al – Dame Kathleen Mary Kenyon. Kenyon was a leading British archeologist of Neolithic culture in the Fertile Crescent. She is best known for her excavations of Jericho in 1952-58 and is considered to have been one of the most influential archaeologists of the 20th century. Kenyon was Principal of St Hugh’s College, Oxford, 1962-73.
Kathleen Kenyon was born in London, England, the eldest daughter of Sir Frederic Kenyon, Biblical scholar and later Director of the British Museum. Her grandfather was the lawyer and Fellow of All Souls College, John Robert Kenyon and her great-great-grandfather was the politician and lawyer Lloyd Kenyon, 1st Baron Kenyon.
It was the 4th and 5th Baron Kenyons who were Presidents of UCNW (Bangor University). Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron, was President whilst UCNW was run by Dafydd and the paedophiles and it was the 5th Baron Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon who was sexually abusing at least one boy in care in Wrexham. Thomas was caught red-handed in 1978 and made a complaint of theft against the boy. The boy was sent to a detention centre and Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of an HIV related condition in 1993. See previous posts for the details of the many public roles of the 5th Baron Kenyon – he was involved with national museums and art galleries as well as with public life in north Wales – and for details of the occasion on which Thomas was caught in action.
Kathleen grew up in Bloomsbury, London in a house attached to the British Museum, with her mother, Amy Kenyon and sister Nora Kenyon. Known for ‘being hard-headed and stubborn’, Kathleen ‘grew up as a tomboy, fishing, climbing trees and playing a variety of sports’. As did I, but I didn’t collude with a sodding paedophile gang, which it seems that Kathleen did.
Kathleen’s father ‘encouraged wide reading and independent study’. In later years Kenyon would remark that her father’s position at the British Museum was particularly helpful with regard to her education. You don’t say! Kathleen ‘was an excellent student, winning awards at school and particularly excelling in history. She studied first at St Paul’s Girls’ School where she was Head Girl, before winning an Exhibition to read History at Somerville College, Oxford.While at Oxford, Kathleen became the first female President of the Oxford University Archaeological Society’. Oh put her on the ‘Woman’s Hour’ Power List, she’s broken a glass ceiling.
Somerville College, Oxford, was Thatch’s college. Although Kathleen was a bit older than Thatch, I’m sure that maximum use was, in subsequent years, made of the alumni network to the benefit of everyone but the victims of Dafydd and the gang.
A career in archaeology was first suggested to Kathleen by Margery Fry, librarian at Somerville. I wonder if Margery had noticed who Kathleen’s dad was. After graduation, Kenyon’s first field experience was as a photographer for the pioneering excavations at Great Zimbabwe in 1929. Returning to England, Kenyon joined the archaeologists Sir Mortimer Wheeler and his wife Tessa on their excavation of the Romano-British settlement of Verulamium (St Albans). Kenyon worked there each summer between 1930 and 1935 Mortimer Wheeler entrusted her with the direction of the excavation of the Roman Theatre.
Mortimer Wheeler was the Keeper of Archaeology and then Director of the National Museum of Wales and the London Museum, Director-General of the Archeological Survey of India and the founder and Honorary Director of the Institute of Archaeology in London.
When Mortimer Wheeler was appointed as the Keeper of Archaeology at the National Museum of Wales, the job also entailed becoming a lecturer in archaeology at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire (later Cardiff University). He moved to Cardiff with his family in 1920. The museum was in disarray; prior to the war, construction had begun on a new purpose-built building to house the collections. This had ceased during the conflict and the edifice was left abandoned during Cardiff’s post-war economic slump. Wheeler recognised that Wales was very divided regionally, with many Welsh people having little loyalty to Cardiff; thus, he made a point of touring the country, lecturing to local societies about archaeology. According to the later archaeologist Lydia C. Carr, the Wheelers’ work for the cause of the National Museum was part of a wider ‘cultural-nationalist movement’ linked to growing Welsh nationalism during this period. Plaid Cymru, was founded in 1925 by Saunders Lewis and others. Lewis was a lecturer at Swansea University – he taught Rhodri Morgan’s parents. When Dafydd was a young Plaid activist he hung out with Saunders Lewis.
In 1924-25 Wheeler excavated the Roman fort – Y Caer – near Brecon and also Isca Augusta at Caerleon. Intent on attracting press attention to both raise public awareness of archaeology and attract new sources of funding, Wheeler contacted the press and organised a sponsorship of the excavation by the ‘Daily Mail’. In doing so, he emphasised the folkloric and legendary associations that the Caerleon site had with King Arthur. In 1925, Oxford University Press published Wheeler’s first book for a general audience, ‘Prehistoric and Roman Wales’; he later expressed the opinion that it was not a good book.
Whilst Director of the National Museum of Wales – a position he obtained in 1924 substantially via influential friends – Wheeler succeeded in obtaining funding from the Treasury to build up the National Museum and link it with regional museums throughout Wales. A new building was completed and King George V opened it in 1927.
The 5th Baron Kenyon was President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57.
Upon the retirement of the Keeper of the London Museum, Wheeler was invited to fill the vacancy, which he did. He had been considering a return to London for some time and eagerly agreed, taking on the post, which was based at Lancaster House in the St James’s area in July 1926. In Wales, many felt that Wheeler had simply taken the directorship of the National Museum to advance his own career prospects and that he had abandoned Wales when a better offer came along.
In 1934 Kathleen Kenyon assisted Mortimer and his wife Tess in the foundation of the Institute of Archaeology of University College London. UCL often seems to be at the scene of the crime. The first premises that Mortimer Wheeler secured for the Institute of Archaeology was St John’s Lodge in Regent’s Park, the Portakabin below:
St John’s Lodge had been left empty since its use as a hospital during WWI. The building was owned by the Crown and was controlled by the First Commissioner of Works, William Ormsby-Gore, who was very sympathetic to archaeology and leased the building to the Institute at a low rent. William Ormsby-Gore was the 4th Baron Harlech and the father of David, the 5th Baron Harlech. Lord David Harlech was the British Ambassador to the US when J.F. Kennedy was President. David Ormsby-Gore and his descendants have a penchant for dying in unpleasant ways, often when young. The family show every sign of having been under attack by the paedophile gang and their associates (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).
Mortimer Wheeler continued with an incredibly high profile career, leading famous excavations, such as that of Maiden Castle in Dorset. He served in WWII, led extensive digs in Asia, held key roles in UNESCO and in the British Academy and in the 1950s broadcast for BBC TV.
Wheeler married three times. Tessa died in 1936 – their only child, Michael Mortimer Wheeler, became a barrister. Following Tessa’s death, in 1939 Wheeler married Mavis de Vere Cole, widow of the prankster Horace de Vere Cole. Cole’s diaries revealed that Wheeler physically hit her when she annoyed him. In 1945 Mortimer Wheeler married Margaret ‘Kim’ Collingridge. They became estranged in 1956, but Collingridge’s Catholicism prevented divorce. Wheeler was well known for his promiscuity and for favouring young women for one night stands, many of whom were his students. He was known for having casual sex in public places. Archaeologist Gabriel Moshenska informed a ‘Daily Mail’ reporter that Wheeler had developed a reputation as ‘a bit of a groper and a sex pest and an incredible bully as well’.
The Dafydd of archaeology.
From 1936-39 Kathleen Kenyon carried out important excavations at the Jewry Wall in the city of Leicester. These were published in the ‘Illustrated London News’ in 1937 with pioneering reconstruction drawings by the artist Alan Sorrell whom Kathleen had just happened ‘to notice sketching her dig’.
Alan Sorrell was Senior Assistant Instructor of Drawing at the Royal College of Art, 1931–39 and 1946–48. According to Kathleen’s wiki entry, Sorrell was passing the time of day hanging around her dig in Leicester. According to Sorrell’s wiki entry ‘He began his archaeological reconstruction drawings after a chance meeting in 1936 with Kathleen Kenyon on a dig of a Roman site in Leicester, who asked him to produce illustrations for her article for ‘The Illustrated London News’. More commissions then followed at Maiden Castle, in collaboration with Mortimer Wheeler and at Roman Caerwent and Carleon, in collaboration with Cyril Fox and V. E. Nash-Williams of the National Museum of Wales.’
Alan Sorrell was best known for his archaeological sketches, so clearly the arrangement between him and Kenyon in Leicester was fruitful for everyone.
I haven’t looked up who owned or edited the ‘Illustrated London News’, but it would not be that much of a surprise to find out that they were a mate of Kathleen’s dad or someone senior in UCL or Leicester University.
In WWII Alan Sorrell worked for the intelligence services. Here is his 1945 work ‘FIDO In Operation’.
And here is Fido himself:
Here’s Fido’s trainer supervising a dig in 1977 – so it was probably one on the turf of the paedophiles’ friends at Chester:
During the Second World War, Kathleen Kenyon served as Divisional Commander of the Red Cross in Hammersmith, London and later as Acting Director and Secretary of the Institute of Archaeology of the University of London.
Kathleen Kenyon retired in 1973 to Erbistock near Wrexham. She never married, perhaps having seen quite enough action whilst she worked with Mortimer Wheeler. From 1974, Kenyon was the Honorary Vice President of the Chester Archaeological Society. She died at Wrexham in 1978.
So Kathleen was in the Wrexham/Chester area whilst Dafydd and the paedophile gang were operating there and whilst the 5th Baron Kenyon allowed them free reign in UCNW – whilst his son Thomas was partaking of the services that the paedophile gang provided.
The British School of Archaeology in Jerusalem amalgamated within the Council for British Research in the Levant in 1998, was officially renamed the Kenyon Institute in July 2003 in honour of Kathleen Kenyon. The Kathleen Kenyon Archaeology Collection, a collection of Kenyon’s books and papers purchased from her estate in 1984, is housed at Baylor University in Waco, Texas. The finds from her excavations are held in a number of collections, including the British Museum and the UCL Institute of Archaeology, while the bulk of archive is located at the Manchester Museum.
So there’s the myth of a few more outstanding careers built upon pure talent busted.
Paxo’s book details big wigs who exerted control over ‘the establishment’ at the time that I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-91. The institution was, as described in previous posts, colluding with organised child sexual abuse and trafficking, class A drugs offences, research fraud and much other wrongdoing which was resulting in patient harm.
My post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’ mentions some very odd happenings when I shared a house with Dr Andrew Aldridge, a junior surgeon at St George’s and his wife Di, who worked for a City firm. I don’t know how much Andrew knew about the appalling corruption at St George’s, but I do remember that his family lived at Alderley Edge in Cheshire and were Tories. Andrew’s father’s business was I think a carpentry/furniture business. His family were definitely not Top Doctors, they were business people.
Alderley Edge is a very wealthy area and it was where many of the professional people who concealed the activities of Dafydd et al lived. The crooked barrister George Carman QC lived near there and the area was crawling with senior police officers, Top Docs, financiers, lawyers etc. Sir Peter Morrison was just down the road at Chester molesting children.
I cannot imagine that Andrew and his family would ever find the conduct of Dafydd et al acceptable, but I do wonder if they were duped or whether their political allegiances blinded them. Andrew and Di considered me a real old leftie and I remember that once I tried to tell Andrew what I had been told about Jimmy Savile. Andrew just wouldn’t have it and told me that Savile was ‘a Samaritan’.
An ‘NHS volunteer’
No Andrew, he was a very serious sex offender, which is what I had been told by the time that I shared a house with you. Peter Morrison was a very serious sex offender as well – Thatcher knew about it and Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, with whom your mum and dad drank champagne at graduation, was concealing the crimes of Savile, Morrison and many more.
At the time that I was living with Andrew and Di and was under attack from Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, the constituency MP for Alderley Edge was the illustrious Neil Hamilton. Hamilton has of course featured previously on this blog and used to socialise with Peter Morrison. However, Hamilton’s constituency – Tatton – was created in 1983. Peter Morrison was elected as the MP for Chester in 1974 – and was one of those who supported Thatcher to succeed Ted Heath as leader of the Tory Party – but there had been organised abuse of young people in the region long before 1974. Dafydd and Gwynne had been in business for decades and things really got going in 1968 when John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community and was rapidly followed by many other abusive people with money to spare who suddenly decided to open a children’s home or school in north Wales.
Before the constituency of Tatton existed, Alderley Edge and neighbouring Wilmslow were in the constituency of Knutsford. Knutsford had been held by the Tories since the pre-Cambrian. Between 1945-70, the MP was Walter Bromley-Davonport – so he was there when Dafydd and John Allen put their Big Business Plan into action. The Bromley-Davonports were friends of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.
In 1970, John Davies was elected MP for Knutsford – he resigned in Nov 1978, after developing a brain tumour. Davies was the MP when Sir Peter Morrison decided that Chester was the constituency for him – although his family seat was in Wiltshire and his house was in London – and as business boomed for Dafydd et al.
John Davies was the first Director of the CBI, 1965-69. He was Minister of Technology in 1970 in Ted Heath’s Gov’t; then Secretary of State for Trade and Industry and President of the Board of Trade, 1970-72; Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster with special responsibilities for the co-ordination of British policy towards the European communities, 1972-74; and then Shadow Foreign Secretary under Margaret Thatcher, 1976-78.
Davies was born in Blackheath, London in 1916, the second son of Arnold Davies, a Chartered Accountant and his wife Edith Harding. Davies went to Windlesham House School in Sussex and St Edward’s School, Oxford. He followed his father into accountancy and served in the Royal Army Service Corps in WWII. Davies spent most of the war in the Combined Operations headquarters. From 1945 he worked for Combined Operations Experimental Establishment (COXE). In 1943, he married Vera Bates, only child of George William Bates, Managing Director of Barratts Shoes and his wife Elvina Taylor. They had two children; a daughter, Rosamond Ann and a son, Francis William Harding Davies.
Davies joined the Anglo-Iranian Oil Company as an accountant in the marketing division and worked for the company in London, Stockholm and Paris; the company was renamed as British Petroleum in 1954. In 1956, Davies was promoted to be General Manager (Markets) for BP and in 1960 he was Director of BP Trading.
In 1961, Davies was appointed as Vice-Chairman and Managing Director of Shell-Mex and BP Ltd. He also became a Director of Hill Samuel Group. Due to his position he was made a member of the Grand Council of the Federation of British Industry and Chaired a committee on technical legislation.
Davies supported initiatives such as the National Economic Development Council, where Gov’t, employers and trades unions met to discuss the economy and set up a joint CBI-TUC joint committee. He was supportive of British entry into the European Community when the Gov’t applied in 1967.
Davies surprised some, such as Enoch Powell in May 1967, when he made a speech in California in which he observed that the Labour government’s measures to keep pay and prices down were working; Powell considered this not only untrue but an example of collaboration in which ‘the very spokesmen of capitalism’ were doing the work of the socialists. As CBI chief, Davies had some quango appointments as a member of the British Productivity Council, the British National Export Council and the Council of Industrial Design. He was briefly a member of the Public Schools Commission.
After the devaluation of the pound in Nov 1967, Davies became much more critical of the Gov’t. Increasingly he would lambast Labour ministers on television, although he continued to work together with Ministers in private.
In 1969, Davies was recruited by Heath to join his Gov’t once he won the next election. Heath was looking to lead a ‘businesslike’ Gov’t and believed that senior business figures serving in senior posts would provide more expert management. Davies began to be more quotably critical, describing the ‘solemn and binding’ accord between the Gov’t and the TUC (after the failure of ‘In Place Of Strife’) as useful only in the lavatory.
Davies failed to win the selection for the Conservative nomination at the Louth by election of 1969 and for Cities of London and Westminster for the General Election. However, with Conservative Central Office support, Davies was found the seat at Knutsford, which was solid Tory country. He won the seat in the General Election in June 1970.
The Chairman of the Tory Party who would have worked so hard to get John Davies into the constituency of Knutsford was barrister Lord Anthony Barber, who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Heath. Barber had been the MP for Doncaster, 1951-64 and then was MP for the Cheshire constituency of Altrincham and Sale, 1965-74. He had been PPS to Harold Macmillan, 1957-59 and was Minister of Health in 1963 – not long after Enoch Powell had stated that he would not allow things to continue at the North Wales Hospital, but then inexplicably backed off from his vow to close the place down but never explained why. Barber served in the RAF during WWII and was almost certainly a member of the security services.
In his capacity as Secretary of State for Trade and Industry, John Davies reiterated Heath’s pre-election policy of refusing to intervene in industry. In the House of Commons on 4 November, Davies said:
“We believe that the essential need of the country is to gear its policies to the great majority of people, who are not ‘lame ducks’, who do not need a hand, who are quite capable of looking after their own interests and only demand to be allowed to do so.” (Hansard 5th Series, volume 805, column 1211)
The term ‘lame ducks’ became associated with Davies. However, when Rolls Royce (a vital defence contractor) ran into financial difficulties early in 1971, it was decided that the Gov’t should help by bailing it out. When nugatory efforts did not help, the company was nationalised to prevent it from going bankrupt.
In June 1971, the Upper Clyde Shipbuilders went into receivership after the Gov’t refused it a £6 million loan. The workers at the yard, led by Communist shop stewards, decided to hold a ‘work-in’ when they occupied the yard and continued production. This industrial action tended to refute claims that trade unions were work-shy and was therefore embarrassing to the Gov’t. Davies’ London home was firebombed by the Angry Brigade on 31 July 1971. In February 1972, the Gov’t changed its policy and decided to retain three of the four shipyards at a cost of £35 million, although Davies knew they would never operate on a commercial basis.
Davies moved sideways to become Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster in November 1972. Davies’ role was predominantly behind the scenes in making sure British law was in compliance with European law. In Cabinet discussions, Davies advocated a confrontational approach to the trade unions, although he feared for the future.
In 1979 Davies was to be made a life peer as Baron Harding-Davies, but died before the creation of the peerage passed the Great Seal. Peerage history was made when, by Royal Warrant bearing the date 27 February 1980, Queen Elizabeth II granted his widow Vera Georgina the title of Lady Harding-Davies; his children The Hon. Frank Davies and The Hon. Rosamond Ann Metherell were given the rank of children of a life peer.
So someone somewhere was very grateful to John Davies for something. It was only equalled when in 1983 Thatch made the child molesting Speaker of the House George Thomas Viscount Tonypandy, although as a gay paedophile George Thomas had produced no heirs who could inherit the title.
It did mean that he could dress up though:
John Davies’s son Frank Davies is an Anglo-Canadian record producer. Davies has been a major contributor to the growth of Canada’s music industry and its creative community for more than four decades. He is credited with discovering, producing, publishing, and developing the careers of many celebrated artists and songwriters, as well as being an advocate for their status. Davies received the Juno Awards 2014 Walt Grealis Special Achievement Award, recognizing individuals who have made a significant impact on the Canadian music industry.
Davies was educated at Windlesham House School near Brighton, Pangbourne College and Strasbourg University in north-east France. In 1972 he married the Canadian pop singer Lynda Squires. The marriage produced three children, Meghan Mae Harding Davies, now Ehrensperger, Emily Gwyneth Emerson Davies-Cohen, and Kate Theresa Georgina Davies.
Davies started his music career in 1964 as a French correspondent to Billboard magazine. He later worked for both EMI Records and Liberty Records in London until the late 1960s, before migrating to Canada in 1970. There, he co-founded the independent record label Daffodil (named after the national emblem of Wales and as a symbol of hope and new beginnings), which became the first Canadian label to be distributed by a ‘major’ in that country, in the shape of Capitol/EMI.
In 1978, alongside Daffodil, Frank Davies formed Partisan Music, a production and publishing company that entered into an exclusive deal with a U.S record company (Capitol) to develop talent for that label worldwide – a Canadian first.
In early 1982 Davies put his label and production company on hold to become President of ATV Music Canada. At ATV, he developed the songwriting careers, of Eddie Schwartz, David Tyson, Aldo Nova, the Pukka Orchestra, Headpins, Chilliwack and Toronto, and became a full-time music publisher.
In 1986, as a result of ATV’s purchase by Michael Jackson, Davies formed The Music Publisher (TMP) and built it into Canada’s largest and most successful independent music publisher over the next 14 years. Frank Davies sold TMP to Alliance Communications Corporation and A&F Music in 1994, staying on as its President/CEO until the end of 1999, at which time he founded the music consultancy firm he currently operates – Let Me Be Frank Inc.
TMP secured over 1,500 cover recordings, of the 5,000 Canadian songs Davies published, by artists as diverse as Joe Cocker, Bonnie Raitt, Alice Cooper, The Doobie Brothers, Tom Cochrane, Cher, Don Henley & Sheryl Crow, kd Lang, Tanya Tucker, Alannah Myles, Loverboy, Terri Clark, Emmylou Harris, Wynonna, George Jones, Bette Midler, The Carpenters, Blue Oyster Cult, Amanda Marshall and The Guess Who. Indeed, I can guess who:
‘Do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’
During the TMP years Frank Davies signed and published the songs of many more songwriters and artists. TMP opened a Nashville office in the mid-90s.
Since founding Let Me Be Frank Inc, Davies has been the executive producer for albums by Serena Ryder – whom he brought to EMI Music – The Rankin Family and The Treasures whose debut was released by Universal in the spring. He is currently working on the solo debut for Heather Rankin. LMBF also publishes the works of longtime client and record producer David Tyson, is a consultant to corporate client Ole Media Management, and has consulted to Microsoft/XBox, as well as the Dept of Canadian Heritage, the Neighbouring Rights Collective of Canada and to a variety of songwriters, artists and music publishers with respect to the sale and acquisition of their copyright catalogues.
Davies has served as a director on industry boards including CARAS (Vice President/Trustee), CMRRA (Chair), FACTOR, PROCAN, Canadian Music Publishers Association (CMPA), OMDC, SOCAN and the Socan Foundation (Chair).
In 1998 Frank Davies founded the non-profit Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame/Le panthéon des auteurs et compositeurs Canadiens (CSHF/PACC) serving as its Chairman until 2004. The Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame has inducted Canadian songwriters such as Gordon Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, RUSH, Robbie Robertson, Joni Mitchell and Oscar Peterson.
Frank Davies has sat on the following Canadian Boards:
CHAIRMAN – Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, 2000-04
Ontario Media Development Corporation, 2001-02
FOUNDING MEMBER – Canadian Independent Record Production Association, 1970
VICE-PRESIDENT & TRUSTEE – Canadian Academy of Recording Arts & Sciences, 1983-90
CHAIRMAN – The SOCAN Foundation, 1990-97
Foundation to Assist Canadian Talent on Record (FACTOR) 1985-88
Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers (SOCAN) 1990-99
Performing Rights Organization of Canada (PROCAN) 1983-89
Music Promotion Foundation (MPF) 1985-90
EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE – Canadian Music Publishers Association, 1982-2000
CHAIRMAN – Canadian Musical Reproduction Rights Agency, 1982-2000
Frank Davies has bagged the following awards:
Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, Special Achievement Award (2005)
Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers of Canada Special Achievement Award (2004)
Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences Dedicated Service Award (1993)
Juno Award Dedicated Service Award (1990)
MARQUEE MAGAZINE FRANK DAVIES named one of the ‘Top 30: Canadian Music’s Power Brokers’
PROCAN AWARD Dedicated Service Award (1990)
THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1990)
THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1989)
RECORD WORLD MAGAZINE (US) Gold Label Award (1977)
At the time that my life was made deliberately unbearable by people at St George’s and when Tony and Sadie Francis were busy perjuring themselves in order to try and have me imprisoned – with the full knowledge of the BMA, the MDU and the MDU solicitors Hempsons – the Tories were determined to force Thatch out.
This man – a lawyer from south Wales and a lifelong friend of Ronnie Waterhouse – who undoubtedly knew about the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, stuck the first knife in:
Most of the bestest friends of Dafydd and the paedophiles backed this man – originally from Swansea – when he challenged Thatch for the leadership, Thatch’s campaign being run by Peter Morrison:
This man also stood against Thatch – he had been Home Secretary throughout many of the years when the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles were simply ignored and their victims died in prison:
This was the eventual lucky winner:
The following people all held leading roles in Gov’t Depts which were directly responsible for concealing the paedophile rings active in north Wales and in London while I worked at St George’s:
Politics being what it is, some of those in this Hall of Lame will have been working for the security services and will protest that they were gathering info and working behind the scenes without breaking cover. Whatever it was that they thought they were doing, it absolutely was not enough. They were frightened to touch the Top Doctors and they shouldn’t have been. They should have admitted to the public what was going on, admitted that the NHS was not safe and gone in there and arrested Dafydd et al. They didn’t and people died.
Up in Bangor University, this man was in camouflage as he kept the paedophile gang in business:
After Eric Sunderland died, his widow fulfilled her lifelong ambition and purchased herself a Porsche. A few years previously the body of one of the Hergest Unit patients who had died as a result of serious clinical negligence was kept in cold storage for months because he hadn’t left enough money to pay for his burial and none of his three surviving relatives – two of whom were also near-destitute mental health patients – could afford to pay for his funeral either. The dead man had grown up ‘in care’. Eventually after much wrangling, the local authority agreed to pay for a pauper’s funeral. No members of mental health staff went, but a few Hergest patients did.
The nearest Porsche dealers to Mrs Sunderland’s house at Beaumaris are in Ellesmere Port and Cheshire – Knutsford and Warrington, just down the road from Risley Remand Centre.
Happy motoring Mrs S, one hopes that it is not a case of CRASH, as it was for my house mate and a few other witnesses to the wrongdoing of the paedophiles and their friends. And if you develop a brain tumour, for God’s sake don’t go to the Walton Centre.
The man ensuring that things continued to run smoothly at the hands of Eric was of course the Chancellor of UCNW:
Carlo’s Private Secretary who told people that Carlo couldn’t get involved when people wrote to Carlo informing him that children were being abused in north Wales was Edward Adeane:
Read about the slippery character Adeane in my post ’95 Glorious Years’.
Sir Peter Morrison – the child molester
The woman who died in the Ritz, alone, except for a paid Angel who was in attendance. As opposed to being murdered by the screws in Risley Remand Centre or somehow ending up buried in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh:
Recent posts have touched on how some of the paedophiles’ friends pride themselves on being Arty, in their capacities as collectors but also in terms of them occupying positions of responsibility in museums, galleries or in Gov’t roles relating to the Arts.
Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass excels in this field, he owns Compton Verney in Warwickshire, one of the finest galleries in Europe. In 1993, Compton Verney was purchased in a run-down state by the Peter Moores Foundation, a ‘charity supporting music and visual arts’, established by Littlewoods Chairman Peter Moores, who restored it to a gallery capable of housing international exhibitions. In 1993, my career had been destroyed, as had the media career of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales and the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the abuse of children in care, concluding that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring. Thousands of statements had been taken, hundreds of complaints made and a file was sent to the CPS, yet there were no prosecutions.
In Oct 1993, John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron and his mates were cheerleaders for devolution and it was assumed by everyone that ‘when’ a Welsh Assembly was created, Ron would be First Secretary. It all fell apart when Ron had his moment of madness on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie, just before Blair was about to make Ron First Secretary in the newly established Welsh Assembly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).
Compton Verney Art Gallery is now run by Compton Verney House Trust, a registered charity no less. The charity in question is one Professor Robert Bluglass, who’s ‘Trust’ is ‘supported’ by the Peter Moores Foundation, after the Peter Moores Foundation transferred Compton Verney to the management of Bluglass’s blood-soaked, safe hands. In March 2004, the Compton Verney Art Gallery was opened by Prince Charles. That’s the Prince Charles who’s office told Alison Taylor that he ‘could not get involved’ when Alison Taylor wrote and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused; the Prince Charles who was Chancellor of UCNW when Bluglass’s mate Dafydd and his colleagues were using their roles in the College to run a sex trafficking ring; the Prince Charles who’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Peter Morrison, the constituency MP was abusing kids in care in north Wales; the Prince Charles who’s mater knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991, the month after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was facing possible imprisonment after Dafydd’s colleagues Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves.
Charles, what on earth are you doing mixed up in all this??? You’re the bloody heir to the throne, Bluglass has played a leading role in an international sex trafficking racket and the most probable explanation for Bluglass’s paws being on one of the finest art galleries in Europe is that it is the means by which he is laundering money. This is a very long way from the Duchy Organic range of expensive biscuits. It is, as you might say yourself, ‘sort of…um thingy…um appalling…’. Or if you are anything like the ‘Private Eye’ spoof of you in ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ you might. Heir of serious organised crime. It really is appalling. Pass me an oatcake, this is even more ridiculous than Jimmy Savile offering Charles and Di marriage guidance.
An online guide to ‘Greeting The Queen’ reassures readers that they mustn’t worry about what to say, they must just curtsy.
‘Have you come far?’ ‘Yes, I’ve fled north Wales because your son’s associates tried to kill me.’
It has recently been reported that Charles will be giving evidence to the IICSA relating to Bishop Peter Ball. Peter Ball was imprisoned for 32 months in 2015, for sex offences against children carried out between the 1970s and the 90s. The police received their first report in 1992. No charges were brought, but Ball resigned. It has been revealed that Charles had exchanged letters with Ball and that an independent inquiry found that Ball had ‘exploited his contact’ with members of the Royal Family, but there was ‘no evidence’ that Charles or any other Royals ‘sought to intervene at any point in order to protect or promote Ball’. Well that’s a relief, it’s simply that Charles is constantly rubbing noses with people who are involved with child abuse but can’t ‘get involved’ when he receives a letter telling him that someone has witnessed them abusing kids, it’s really nothing more sinister than that.
When Ball was reported for child abuse in 1992, the CPS received over 2000 letters of support for him, including letters from Cabinet Ministers and members of the Royal Family. It has not been made public who those Cabinet Ministers or Royals were. I was unaware that the CPS ever accepted ‘letters of support’. When I was prosecuted for ‘looking at a social worker in Safeways’ and for ‘calling Alun Davies a fat idiot’, no-one ever told me that I could get my mates to write to the CPS in support of me. I don’t know anyone else who was given that opportunity either.
Well it just goes to show that it’s one rule for molesting Bishops and another rule for the victims of sex trafficking gangs…
It has been admitted that Ball ‘tried to use his contact with with Charles to influence George Carey’, who was Archbishop of Canterbury at the time. I’m not sure that Ball will have needed to do that, George Carey used to be the Bishop of Bath and Wells and Somerset had one ‘dirty vicar’ known to me who molested the Brownies and Guides and another vicar who married a girl of about nineteen when he was nearly 50, who violently assaulted the kids in the local primary school and then nicked the money from the Church. Neither of them faced charges and ‘Bishop George’ – as Brown’s mum used to respectfully call him – did bugger all. All we ever heard about Bishop George were his fund-raising schemes such as the offer for the bereaved to sponsor a pipe of the organ in Wells Cathedral in memory of their loved one. Those pipes came at a very high price and it always sounded like a bit of a con to me.
Now that the paedophiles’ friends have bumped Brown’s dad off, I’ll reveal a state secret. When Col Brown organised HM Lilibet’s Silver Jubilee Celebrations in Bristol – for which Lilibet gave him an OBE – Col Brown wrote to the Palace to ask what to do about providing a bog for Lilibet, only not using that expression obviously. He received a letter back telling him that Lilibet ‘will not need to retire’. How Lilibet knew that she wouldn’t need to go for a piddle I do not know. Perhaps she’s had her pelvic floor tightened by Professor Stuart Stanton at St George’s Hospital Medical School, although she might not have risked going under his knife – his junior doctors all used to observe ‘God, I wouldn’t let him operate on me’.
I recommend that readers visit the Compton Verney website in order to see photos of the landscaped gardens (they were designed by Capability Brown no less) and the treasures that pack Bluglass’s house of ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, here’s the spiel encouraging interested parties to join in the crime spree:
Let’s all join in a chorus of ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there laughing’…
What a bunch of dickwits, even if they are serious criminals of dickwits.
Robert Bluglass is not the only paedophiles’ friend – indeed even Dafydd’s friend – who has an interest in art. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, who’s son Thomas died of HIV/AIDS but before that was known to be abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales, was, among all his many other public positions (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Chairman of Gwasg Gregynog Press, 1978-91; President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57; a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1955-88 and a member of the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts, 1966-93. It was Lord Kenyon who was credited with transforming the National Portrait Gallery from a small specialist museum into ‘one of the great national galleries’.
Previous posts have noted how many paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the Arts Council of Great Britain. Harold Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor Lord Arnold Goodman was Chair of the Arts Council, 1965-72 and had a symbiotic relationship with Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow, who was Minister of Arts, 1964-70, under Harold Wilson (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Goodman was succeeded by Lord Patrick Gibson who was Chair of the Arts Council, 1972-77. Gibson was the paedophiles’ friend who knew that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were being contained in low paid seasonal jobs at Penrhyn Castle (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Sir Kenneth Robinson was Chairman, 1977-82. Robinson did Dafydd and the paedophiles a great many favours when Robinson was Health Minister, 1964-68 under Wilson and then again in his capacity as the President of the National Institute for Mental Health (MIND) (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir William Rees-Mogg was Chairman of the Arts Council, 1982-89. Mystic Mogg was a political appointment of Thatcher’s – he was a Tory, the former Editor of ‘The Times’, 1967-81 and a BBC Governor. He was also Chairman of the publishers Pickering and Chatto and a columnist for The Indie and the ‘Daily Mail’. Mystic Mogg stated in his memoirs in 2011 that Murdoch had been excellent for ‘The Times’ and for Fleet Street.
In April 1986, ‘The Times’ reported the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the Gwynedd Headmaster who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils, after being allowed to return to teaching in spite of a previous prison sentence for abusing his pupils (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). ‘The Times’ had reported on a scandal involving the serious neglect of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh some 20 yrs previously, but remained silent about north Wales abuse horrors from 1986 onward. Rupert Murdoch bought ‘The Times’ in 1981 and Sir Simon Jenkins, who has a home in Gwynedd, was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92 (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Simon must have missed that police investigation and all those deaths…
Rees-Mogg had a house in Somerset but spent most of his time in London, although he waved his Somerset credentials about a lot. He was High Sheriff of Somerset, 1975-78, so he would have known Brown’s father, who was Deputy Lieutenant at about the same time.
Mystic Mogg was of course the father of Jacob. When I was at school, Jacob featured in the ‘Western Daily Press’ and when he was about 10 yrs old he was promoted as a child prodigy with regard to his investments on the stock market. The ‘Western Daily Press’ was a sort of west country version of ‘The Sun’, a right wing newspaper which contained a lot of sex stories, although not pics of topless teenagers. The ‘Western Daily Press’ caught a whiff of sex everywhere, even when reporting serious harm or death. One memorable headline was ‘It’s Sex On Top Of The Cliff, Then Over We Go’, which was a report about quite a dangerous accident.
The ‘Western Daily Press’ also really maxed out on Diana Dors because she was from Swindon, but they had to keep remembering not to mention that her friends were gangsters and armed robbers. I think that Dors and her mates hung out at the Webbington Country Club near Bristol, which was viewed as a sort of Sodom and Gomorrah, the scene of gun fights and a venue for prostitution. The ‘Western Daily Press’ did manage to report it when Dors’ husband the actor Alan Lake was found shot dead. Lake’s death was always attributed to suicide but now I have a greater understanding of the circles in which he and Dors moved, I am wondering if questions were deliberately not asked about that death. As a young man, Lake went to prison after a particularly vicious pub brawl, which resulted in his mate Leapy Lee receiving an even longer sentence than Lake because he stabbed the pub’s relief manager. Leapy Lee was a rather lame pop singer who’s only hit was with the song ‘Little Arrows’. It would be a bit like Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits being banged up for stabbing someone.
One of the Hergest Unit patients who derived such entertainment from Dafydd used to chunder on in a Dafydd-voice about Dafydd listening to Herman’s Hermits records. The joke arose from an incident in which Dafydd had tried to get down with the kids – the man in question had been sectioned and was telling Dafydd that he had gone up into the mountains and ‘I ate some grass’. To which Dafydd responded ‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’ and the Hergest patient said ‘no, grass’. So Dafydd asked ‘why were ewe eating grass?’ The Hergest patient replied ‘because I was thirsty’. Dafydd diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. I had no idea at the time that Dafydd’s gang were selling disadvantaged kids and young people to rock stars for sex, I just used to roll around laughing at Dafydd’s idea of the counter-culture. Who knows, perhaps Herman and his Hermits were buying underaged boys off Dafydd, along with everyone else.
‘There’s a Kind of Hush All Over the World’
One track by Herman’s Hermits was ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.
After coming out of prison, Alan Lake had a serious riding accident which nearly paralysed him and then he became an alcoholic and experienced psychotic episodes. He was treated by a Top Doctor, but I don’t know who. Lake became seriously depressed after Dors’ died and in Oct 1984 he was found dead having been shot in the head after taking his son to the railway station. His body was found in his son’s bedroom.
Lake played parts in the TV programmes ‘The Underworld’, ‘Locate And Destroy’, ‘Dixon Of Dock Green’, ‘Crown Court’, ‘Angels’, ‘No Hiding Place’, ‘Paint Me A Murder’ and ‘Hart To Hart’. His films included ‘Catch Us If You Can’.
Mystic Mogg’s daughter Annunziata stood unsuccessfully for a Somerset constituency for the Tories in the 2010 General Election and caused much mirth by calling herself ‘Nancy Mogg’ for electioneering purposes. Not that it fooled anyone.
In 1989 Lord Peter Palumbo succeeded Mystic Mogg as Chairman of the Arts Council and remained in post until 1993. Tory peer Palumbo is the son of Randolph Palumbo, himself a major property developer. Peter Palumbo was educated at Eton and then studied at Worcester College, Oxford. In 1972 Palumbo bought Farnsworth House in the US, expanded and improved the house by adding furniture of the man who designed the house and by purchasing adjacent properties and placing in them the work of eminent sculptors. Palumbo sold the property at auction to the National Trust for historic preservation in 2003. Palumbo also owns other swish properties in the US and for a time owned a Le Corbusier in Paris. In 1994 Palumbo demolished the Mappin & Webb building in the City of London and replaced it with a building designed by Sir James Stirling, which was opened by the Governor of the Bank of England, Eddie George.
Palumbo was a Trustee of the Tate, 1978-85 and Chairman of its foundation, 1986-87. He served as a Trustee for the Whitechapel Art Gallery and of the Natural History Museum. He was Chairman of the Serpentine Gallery’s Board of Trustees. He was also the Chancellor of the University of Portsmouth and the Chairman of the Friends of Highgate Cemetery. He has been on the Board of Trustees of The Architecture Foundation. Palumbo is or was Chairman of the jury of the Pritzker Prize for Architecture.
Palumbo led the fundraising effort to resurrect and refurbish the Church of St Stephen Walbrook in London, a building by Sir Christopher Wren. Henry Moore was commissioned by Palumbo to build a stone altar for the church. The former rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans, Dr Chad Varah, was the family chaplain.
There were considerable problems in Bangor after the Samaritans refused to help suicidal people if they were mental health patients because the Samaritans ‘weren’t trained’ and ‘people like that often kill themselves anyway’. What made it worse was that the Hergest Unit were refusing to treat many mental health patients and would simply give them the phone number of the Samaritans and then call the police to throw them out of the hospital.
Palumbo was a polo team mate of Prince Charles and the two were close until 1984 when Charles publicly criticised some of Palumbo’s architecture. Palumbo nevertheless still became godfather to Princess Beatrice.
Palumbo was created a life peer by Thatch in Feb 1991 – the same month as Peter Morrison was knighted!
Palumbo’s eldest son is Jamie Palumbo who in 2017 had an estimated fortune of £350 million. He was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. From 1984-92, Palumbo worked for Merrill Lynch and Morgan Grenfell.
In Sept 1991 Jamie Palumbo, together with his school friend Humphrey Waterhouse and DJ Justin Berkmann, founded the Ministry of Sound nightclub in South London. Initially Palumbo lost control of the club to drug dealers and a fight to regain control ensued. One wonders to what extent Jamie Palumbo ‘regained control’. Ministry of Sound has expanded into a number of areas including recorded music, live events, digital media and merchandise. Ministry of Sound Recordings is the largest independent music company in the world. In 2016 Palumbo sold Ministry of Sound Recordings to the Sony Music Group for $104 million.
It was the Sony subsidiary Epic which gave the Super Furry Animals such a generous recording deal (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The leading light in the Super Furries was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile ring made merry within the Council’s children’s homes.
In 1994 Palumbo launched legal proceedings against his father with his sister, claiming that his father had mismanaged the family trust and subsequently his father resigned as a trustee. In 2010 new proceedings were launched relating to another family trust, his father also resigned from this trust and paid legal fees. I hate to think what Jamie will do when his dad dies, the notion of ‘where’s a will there’s a relative’ will be taken to a whole new level.
Jamie Palumbo is a major donor to the Lib Dems and in Oct 2013 received a peerage.
In 1993 Alexander Ruthven, Earl Gowrie aka Grey Gowrie, became Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain. Grey Gowrie’s grandfather was Governor General of Australia and Gowrie was educated at Eton, Balliol College and Harvard.
Grey Gowrie succeeded to the earldom of Gowrie on the death of his grandfather on 2 May 1955; at the same time he succeeded as 2nd Viscount Ruthven of Canberra and 2nd Baron Gowrie of Canberra and of Dirleton (East Lothian). In 1956, he further succeeded his great-uncle the 10th Lord Ruthven of Freeland as 3rd Baron Ruthven of Gowrie.
Lord Gowrie inherited his estate in County Kildare from his great-aunt Sheelagh Blacker in 1967 and later sold it to Tony O’Reilly, to whom he also sold his Dublin home on Fitzwilliam Square. Sir Anthony O’Reilly is the billionaire Irish former businessman and international rugby union player. O Reilly led the Independent News & Media Group, 1973-09 and is the former CEO and Chairman of the H.J. Heinz Company. He was the leading shareholder of Waterford Wedgwood.
Gowrie lived partly in Ireland until 1983 and then moved to the marches region of Wales, while also maintaining a London residence for much of the period.
Grey Gowrie joined the Tory frontbench under Ted Heath in 1972 as a Whip and remained in position until 1974. He served under Thatcher as Minister of State for Employment, 1979-81 and as Minister of State for N Ireland, 1981-83. So Gowrie served in Thatcher’s Gov’t with Peter Morrison and would have been party to what had gone on at the Kincora Boys’ Home. Thatch then appointed Gowrie as Minister for the Arts, 1983-85. He was also Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster between 1984-85. Despite being offered the post of Secretary of State for Education and Science, Gowrie resigned from the Cabinet in 1985, stating that it was impossible for him to live in London on the salary provided for the post. Grey Gowrie is very rich and very posh, so ‘Private Eye’ made much of Gowrie’s low wages as a Cabinet Minister and there was comment about the need to stop the priceless work of art that was The Gowrie from leaving Britain.
Grey Gowrie was also Chairman of Sotheby’s, 1985–1994.
The Arts Council of Great Britain was divided in 1994 to form the Arts Council of England, Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales. At the same time the National Lottery was established and the Arts Council of England became one of the distribution bodies, thus The Gowrie was responsible for dishing out the dosh. The National Lottery was of course Thatcher’s big idea – Thatch maintained that it would provide an opportunity for the creation of more millionaires. If the old cow was still alive I’d remind her that it is quite difficult to make a living by gambling – even George Carman had to use his income as a corrupt barrister to subsidise his huge gaming debts – and contrary to the advert assuring us that it ‘could be you’, it was most unlikely to be. It’s called statistical probability, Thatch would have done well to have acquainted herself with the notion. However there have been a number of scandals when it has been revealed that Lottery money has been used for certain minority interests including gay and lesbian groups, some of which have not been what they pretended to be. The National Lottery looks kindly upon ‘mental health support groups’ and the like as well.
Now why would a filthy rich, multiply titled connoisseur of fine art and paedophiles’ friend like The Gowrie have been interested in causes like that? The Chairman of Sotheby’s was not going to be found sitting in the MIND ‘drop in’ in Bangor, being told that there was ‘nothing they could do’ when distressed Empowered Service Users recounted tales of serious crime on the part of the mental health services and others. There was someone who was banned from the Bangor MIND drop in – it was the Hergest patient who was a fine art graduate and who used to bang on about the World of Art and the filthy lucre and sexploitation involved. But Helen Milne, the inadequate, lame servant of Dafydd’s who ran the drop in, only banned him AFTER he’d given the lecture on art and the free lessons for the Empowered Service Users.
Helen’s colleague Alison Greenaway was the Bangor MIND co-ordinator for donkey’s years – then Alison trained as a psychiatric social worker and made her loyalties quite clear, as patients were found dead and went to prison – she didn’t say a word (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). Alison felt the call of social work at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.
Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.
It was an absolutely joke, there was not one ‘helping agency’ in north Wales that Dafydd and the paedophiles did not control. It seems that they even had The Gowrie in their pocket.
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:
Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:
Now if Wingett’s the auctioneers near Wrexham had been involved in channelling dosh to the paedophiles’ friends, it would not surprise me. This is the Chairman of Sotheby’s that we are talking about.
The Gowrie lectured at Harvard and UCL and was Provost of the Royal College of Art. He is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Together with Rowan Williams and Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, he is a Patron of the ‘Wilfred Owen Association’. In terms of the subject matter of my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, The Gowrie is a substantial part. The Gowrie was a founding Director of the British Friends of the National Gallery of Ireland.
In the summer of 1999, having been diagnosed with a serious heart condition, The Gowrie checked into Harefield Hospital and, after a heart transplant and a long recovery, left hospital in 2000. He became friends with his principal surgeon, Sir Magdi Yacoub and now Chairs the institute named for him.
Magdi Yacoub worked with Dame Julia Polak, the person who was alleged to have been the most unscrupulous liar and fraudster at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was there in 1986-87. Some years later Polak and Yacoub claimed to have performed a life-saving medical miracle on Polak herself and then founded a research institute on the basis of that miracle. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ explains why I suspect that this was the most audacious of all Polak’s alleged research frauds.
In 2003 The Gowrie was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. In Jan 2009, The Gowrie accepted Farad Azima’s invitation to Chair the Advisory Board of the Iran Heritage Foundation.
The Gowrie’s first wife was Alexandra Bingley, daughter of Colonel Robert Bingley. I’ve done a bit of digging to try and find out if Robert Bingley is any relation of the Bingley clan who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years but surprise, surprise, the info doesn’t seem to be available.
The Arts Council dates back to the 1940s. In 1940, the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts (CEMA), was appointed to help promote and maintain British culture. The Council was Gov’t funded and after WWII was renamed the Arts Council of Great Britain.
A Royal Charter was granted on 9 Aug 1946, followed by another in 1967. The latter provided for functions in Scotland and Wales to be conducted by two almost autonomous committees known as the Scottish and Welsh Arts Councils – the basis for today’s Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales.
The Council’s first Chairman was John Maynard Keynes who used his influence in Gov’t to secure a high level of funding, despite Britain’s severe economic problems following WWII. The majority of this funding was directed to organisations with which Keynes had close ties such as the Royal Opera House and was restricted to Central London. Keynes used his political influence to ensure that the Arts Council reported directly to the Treasury, establishing the principle of an ‘arms length’ relationship between UK Arts policy and the Gov’t of the day.
After Keynes’ death, Gov’t funding was reduced, but the Arts Council received wide recognition for its contribution to the Festival of Britain thanks to the new Chairman Kenneth Clark. Kenneth Clark was the father of the odious sexual predator, the Tory MP Alan Clark. Alan Clark was constantly constructed as a bit of a character – he was actually someone who had sex with anything that moved, including non-consenting people who were below 16 yrs old. Clark regularly exposed himself to school girls and would follow young women around London whom he’d seen on public transport and had taken a shine to. Clark was a junior Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t in the Depts of Employment, Trade and Defence. He worked at the Dept of Employment with Ken Clarke and Ken Clarke’s autobiography alleges that Alan Clark rarely made it into work and spent most of his time drunk. Alan Clark wrote about the quality of the ‘globes’ of the young women whom he saw on trains and remarked upon Thatch’s ‘very pretty ankles’. Which caused Ian Hislop to remark that Thatcher’s globes obviously weren’t worth a comment.
It really is quite unbelievable that someone allowed this lot to run a country.
Art works commissioned by the Council for the Festival of Britain were retained to form the basis of the Arts Council Collection.
Under Wilson’s Gov’t of 1964-70, it is said that the Arts Council enjoyed a ‘golden age’, thanks to the close relationship between paedophiles’ friends Chairman Arnold Goodman and the Arts Minister Jennie Lee. This period saw the Arts Council establish a network of arts organisations across the country and a programme of touring exhibitions and performances.
During the 1970s and 1980s the Arts Council came under attack for being elitist and politically biased, in particular from Tebbit. It is clear from the Arts Council Chairs appointed by Thatcher that under the Tories it did not become less elitist or less politically biased in any way – instead of being run by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing bent, it was run by very rich paedophiles’ friends who were Tories. The Gov’t grant to the Council was capped, the idea being that the shortfall would be made up by increased sponsorship from the private sector.
The Secretary-General of the Arts Council from 1975–83 was Roy Shaw, the last Secretary-General to be knighted. Presumably after 1983, Lilibet had her hands full dishing the knighthoods out to Peter Morrison, Jimmy Savile and their ilk. Shaw faced the ‘difficult task’ of reconciling ‘the needs’ of arts organisations with the restricted funding. Mystic Mogg proposed slimming down the Council’s responsibilities. This led to a series of clashes with leading luvvies such as Peter Hall, who resigned from the Arts Council in protest. In 1987 the restructure inspired by Mystic Mogg cut by half the number of organisations receiving Arts Council funding. During the same period, the Arts Council began ‘encouraging a greater level of corporate sponsorship for the arts’, which I think means that Charles Saatchi was allowed to call the shots. Hence the elevation of Tracey Emin’s NHS-style disgusting bed and her ‘everyone whom I have ever shagged’ tent to the status of works of art.
Charles Saatchi became famous all over again in 2013, after he was photographed with his hands around the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, the daughter of former Chancellor Nigel Lawson. Charles maintained that it was a ‘playful tiff’. An acrimonious divorce followed with allegations and counter-allegations of unpleasant behaviour on the part of Saatchi and coke snorting on the part of Nigella. When Nigella Lawson was at Oxford, she was involved with the Dangerous Sports Club, a bunch of Top Tossers who routinely did some very dangerous and frequently unlawful things but who never faced many consequences.
A leading light in the Dangerous Sports Club was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England, 1983-93 . Tommy Leigh-Pemberton died in what is always described as a ‘tragic accident’, the details of which were not made public. I know the details. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was shot dead, deliberately, by someone whom he had really pissed off. Leigh-Pemberton was a twat of the highest order and there was nothing that he liked more than driving dangerously, at speed, through built-up areas. He was living in Kenya and it was known that the staff of one of the embassies in Nairobi were trigger happy and that if someone drove past at speed, potshots would be taken at them. So the wanker Tommy and his mates dared each other to drive past and elicit the bullets. Which they did, repeatedly. Until one of the bullets hit Leigh-Pemberton and killed him. The truth behind Leigh-Pemberton’s death did not appear in any media report.
Leigh-Pemberton and his mates revelled in doing anything, anything at all, knowing that their Top Tory parents would get them off the hook, no matter how dangerous or illegal it had been.
The founder of the Dangerous Sports Club was David Kirke – although that was not his real name – who lied and swindled his way around the world’s best hotels, spinning a yarn about being an Oxford Professor. After many years of fraud and deception, the world finally caught up with David Kirke in the early 1990s and he was imprisoned. His defence team stated that he was a ‘Walter Mitty’ character and was manic to boot. He wasn’t, he was a conman who targeted people whom he knew would be impressed with fuckwittery and a plummy accent. Graham Chapman of Monty Python was associated with the Dangerous Sports Club, as a consequence of Kirke wanting to ingratiate himself to someone affluent and famous to gain, as Kirke himself said, ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’.
Nigella’s association with the crook Kirke and his friends was never publicised. But then no-one mentioned that her father’s constituency was in Leicestershire, in the area of the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal with the associated serious criminality.
Now Nigella! Who ordered Kirke to contact people who knew me from years previously and pay them all that money to ensure that if – or indeed when – I was found dead, or was imprisoned, that a pack of lies would be told about me, by people ‘who really knew what she was like’? Because someone gave them a great deal of money, whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Thousands and thousands of pounds, two Range Rovers were purchased, a country house, it was incredible. Furthermore Nigella, how did your daddy and his mates ensure that no-one went to prison when the man whom you paid to collaborate with you regarding my allegations re Dafydd and the paedophiles KILLED that young Bulgarian student? The whole of Somerset wanted to know why it was only a manslaughter charge, not murder and why the judge ordered them to be acquitted. Bristol Crown Court, 2004. What was going on exactly?
I think that the Angels of north Wales are going to have to give many more interviews about being attacked by Dangerous Patients to get out of this one. We’ll need a few more cures for cancer as well. And a ‘Save The NHS March’ through central London.
Robin Leigh-Pemberton was given a peerage – in 1992. Once those five other witnesses had been safely killed by that firebomb and once my career had been wrecked and the career of my friend who had been planning to make a documentary about north Wales.
Leigh-Pemberton is dead, as is Thatch who appointed him as Governor of the Bank of England. But the man who gave him a peerage is alive and kicking and has questions to answer.
Sir John Major
Here’s a close pal of some murdering bastards, at a photo shoot at Selfridge’s no less. Probably after a visit to the hairdresser and a quick snort. She needs to look her best! Not that Nigel Lawson would ever have allowed his own kids within a mile of Dafydd – it was other people’s children whom he preyed on. Particularly when there was an election to be won.
As for all that modern art that Charles Saatchi purchased, I cannot help but wonder if someone was having a laugh at his expense. Perhaps someone who knew that the World of Art was crawling with rich abusive people and fancied making it a laughing stock? Hence Viz magazine’s awards for the best modern art spotted on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne bus shelters – the prize winner was 14 yr old Jason with his piece of graffiti ‘My Penis Smells of Apples’. Had Jason been blonde and pretty, no doubt ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’ would have found its way into Saatchi’s Chelsea gallery.
My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ mentioned the art student turned Hergest Unit patient who told me that if he wanted, he could take the art world by storm with his construction ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ in return for selling his bottom to the Big Beasts. I doubt that he could have at that point because he was in his 40s and had suffered from the ravages of Dafydd’s ‘help’, but when he was young I think it highly likely that his plan would have worked. This man supplied me with the names of many of the Great n Good, whom he assured me survived on a diet of cocaine, champagne and underaged kids. The names that I was given included Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud and David Hockney. The Hergest staff were far too bigoted to listen to a word that this man said, but I did and the reason why he was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd many years previously was that he objected to a North Wales Police Sergeant appearing at his side when he was in the loo and naked, after he had been fitted up for drugs offences. His objection to the police officer was met with a punch in the face, imprisonment in Risley Remand Centre and a lifetime in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends.
Ella Fisk, an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit, once told me that I was ‘so much more intelligent’ than this man. No I was not, he did have a brain but it had been completely scrambled, initially by psychedelic drugs, but then it had then been finished off by the ‘medication’ that he was assured was absolutely necessary. I knew what he was being given – he didn’t because he knew bugger all about pharmacology – and I knew exactly what it was doing to him…Despite the best efforts of the paedophiles’ friends, some of his memories were crystal clear – of Denbigh, of Risley Remand Centre, of the rock scene in the 60s and 70s and of the art world. Dafydd knew what that man had witnessed and a decision was taken to ensure that – like everyone else who could name people in High Society who had done things that they shouldn’t have – this man disappeared in the criminal justice and mental health system of north Wales.
Mr Murdoch – there is more than one ageing Empowered Service User in north Wales who has named your wife’s ex as being part of a very sordid scene when he was younger. Before he was Sirred and sent his kids to Eton.
The Arts Council England’s website tells us that ‘We invest public money to make great art that has an impact on everyone’s lives’. It’s certainly had an impact on mine, they bankrolled the friends of a gang of sex traffickers who tried to kill me.
One of the websites ‘telling the story’ of the Arts Council features a splendid picture of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen doing their Shakespearean bit. Dame Judi is of course Robert Bluglass’s old mucker and Sir Ian is the man who campaigned long and hard to have gay people accepted into public life and polite society. I don’t have a problem with that, but an archive clip of an interview with Sir Ian on this subject shows him naming Michael Barrymore as a high profile Funnyman who to Sir Ian’s delighht had by then been taken into the nation’s hearts. Sir Ian gave that interview before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool, a sexually injured corpse who’s presence in that pool has never been explained.
I know nuzzing…
Sir Ian only came out as gay in 1988, but his orientation was well-known in the acting world long before then. Sir Ian Bravely Spoke Out against Section 28, the insanity dreamt up by Thatcher’s Gov’t to prevent local authorities from ‘promoting homosexuality’ whilst kids in care in north Wales were imprisoned or killed lest anyone be in a position to testify that her mate Peter Morrison was abusing them. Section 28 was enacted in May 1988, which was after Alison Taylor and I had refused to keep quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles and after Mary Wynch had done battle in court with them. So how about a grand gesture from a Gov’t of hypocrites who were knowingly colluding with the trafficking of kids in care for both heterosexual and homosexual tastes?
It was Jill Knight – now Baroness Knight – who introduced Section 28. Knight had some quaint ideas about gays – she was on record as stating that they were good with antiques – but she didn’t think that they should be promoted or indeed allowed to be parents. More importantly, Jill Knight was for years a member of the Monday Club, which was heaving with Tories who were concealing the abuse of children and contained a number who were actually abusing kids themselves. Jill was MP for Birmingham Edgbaston, 1966-97. Jill, having spent more than 30 years living cheek by jowl with the corrupt professionals who oiled the wheels of Dafydd’s trafficking gang and sent kids in care into his arms, I presume that you are well-acquainted with a man called Robert Bluglass, who virtually ran the NHS in Birmingham.
Sir Ian stated that he had to Do Something About Section 28, even if it ruined his career. Of course it did not ruin his career – everyone already knew that he was gay – in fact it did his career a great deal of good, he was hailed a Champ of the Oppressed. Which could have been very useful if there had been any service users knocking around who might have remembered Sir Ian or his mates utilising the services provided by Dafydd and Lucille.
In 2010 Sir Ian featured in TV adverts to support Age UK, which was formed from the merger of Age Concern and Help the Aged – Sir Ian gave his time free of charge. Paedophiles’ friend Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, was formerly the Chief Exec of Age Concern in North East Wales. Before that, Margaret was a children’s and family social worker and a Councillor in Cheshire. Whilst Dafydd’s paedophile gang operated in that county. Margaret’s husband David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn and the former PPS To Tony Blair.
Sir Ian’s former partner is Sean Mathias, a theatre and film director. Sean Mathias is described as being ‘Welsh-born’ – whether he is any relation of William Mathias, the esteemed late Welsh composer who was Prof of Music at UCNW for many years as well as a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), I don’t know.
Sir Ian was knighted in the New Years Honours 1991 – just like Sir Peter Morrison!
Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:
The Ass-headed Bottom:
Sir Roy Shaw – the Secretary General of the Arts Council, 1975-83 – also sat on Harold Wilson’s OU planning committee, along with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).
Shaw grew up in considerable hardship in Sheffield, but his schooling was terminated early as a result of Crohn’s disease. He left school young, worked first in a butcher’s shop and then at the ‘Sheffield Telegraph’ and for Sheffield Library. Shaw gained a place at the Quaker college at Woodbrooke, Birmingham, for a pre-university course in 1941. Previous posts have mentioned the involvement of a number of Quakers in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Shaw later went to Manchester University, graduating in 1946.
While at Manchester University Sir Roy was an editor of the journal, ‘Humanitas’, along with Herbert McCabe, who later became a Dominican priest. In 1946, Shaw married Gwenyth Baron. They had seven children, including the Sussex University sociologist Professor Martin Shaw and the journalist Phil Shaw. Martin Shaw is a member of the Labour Party, a former International Socialist and was active in E.N.D. and other leftist groups.
In 1946, Sir Roy Shaw was appointed a tutor for the WEA in the East Riding of Yorkshire. In 1947, Shaw became a Lecturer in the Department of Extra-Mural Studies at the University of Leeds and in 1958 he was appointed Director of the Leeds University Adult Education Centre in Bradford. Shaw organised art exhibitions, concerts, and visits by theatre and opera groups.
There was organised sex offending in the Leeds and Bradford areas as well as in the wider Yorkshire region as long the late 1940s – the situation was considerably inflamed by Jimmy Savile just a few years later. People involved in adult education/sociology/community studies will have known about it.
In 1962 Shaw was appointed Head of Adult Education at the University of Keele, which had a long running problem with paedophiles and those who protected them working there. Keele gave Shaw a Chair in 1967. While at Keele Shaw became a BBC Governor and a Governor of the British Film Institute and it was at that time that he became involved in the foundation of the OU.
Shaw was the theatre critic of ‘The Tablet’, 1990-2000. He remained concerned with political issues, for example visiting Israel in 1994 to press for the release of the nuclear whistle-blower Mordechai Vanunu. In 2006, at the age of 88, Shaw Chaired the Celebrating Age festival in Brighton and Hove.
Shaw converted to Catholicism in 1955, but left the RC Church in the late 1960s and returned in the 1970s.
Shaw’s Indie obituary states that ‘he built Keele University’s outreach work in the Potteries and the surrounding villages’, that ‘he also became a national figure in the movement for second-chance education’ and that ‘he championed theatre in the round at the Victoria Theatre in Stoke-on-Trent, and loved music hall and comedians (especially Ken Dodd) as much as the classics’.
A long standing network of abusers targeting children in care with the usual knock-on effect on the mental health services/NHS existed in the Staffordshire area and my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ details Ken Dodd’s links with those involved in the abuse of vulnerable people, including in north Wales.
Shaw also had dealings with Ruskin College, which educated many future Labour MPs (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold taught at Ruskin and Peter Howarth was a student of his. Arnold later became the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn when it bloomed into a major centre of paedophile activity and Howarth was one of the few who did actually end up going to prison for abusing boys there. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where the boys had been abused…
Shaw had a ‘passionate conviction’ that funding the arts was the state’s job – not that of private benefactors or commercial sponsors. At Shaw’s retirement party in 1983 he asked the then Arts Minister The Gowrie whether he had read the paper Shaw prepared on developing wider access to the arts, which The Gowrie had not even acknowledged. The Gowrie replied ‘Oh, yes, but my main concern is to foster the growth of business sponsorship.’
So it was either state-funded sexual exploitation or sexual exploitation funded by corporate sponsorship. It was a win-win situation for Dafydd et al. What nobody would do was expose what was going on. Shaw’s obituary in the Torygraph illustrates the difficulties that anyone alleging the existence of organised Naughtiness In High Places will face:
‘[Shaw’s] showed his wide browsing on the matter — he was able to pose such questions as “Did Orson Welles read Bertrand Russell?” — and it also contained attacks on such Conservative enemies as Kingsley Amis, Alistair McAlpine and Norman St John-Stevas. Shaw had once been on first-name terms with St John-Stevas but, following the latter’s appointment as Arts Minister, was riled when he found himself required to address him as “Minister” and gratefully wait for meetings “like a papal audience”….Margaret Thatcher was keen that sponsorship should play as great a role as subsidy, and the Arts Council often struggled to justify its own existence. Yet the forces within it were frequently so politically opposed that there was little coherence in policy, and attempts to compensate for Conservative policies resulted sometimes in support for wildly self-indulgent work.
Shaw was sentimental about the arts and the status the Arts Council gave him. “Who can deny,” he wrote, “that to sit in a box at the Royal Opera is a delightful experience — diminished only by twinges of regret that so many of the people one had lived with in the North or the Midlands could not share the delight? Who could fail to be excited by those glamorous annual theatrical dinners and lunches where you saw most of the famous actors you could think of — and talked to several you knew personally?”
Literature, Shaw conceded, was “a problem area”. More specifically, he disliked the Director of Literature, Charles Osborne. “I felt it my duty to try and persuade him to resign and devote himself more fully to the writing and broadcasting from which I had the impression he earned almost as much as his Council salary.”
Reviewing ‘The Arts and the People’, Osborne hit back: “Of the four Secretaries General with whom I worked, he was the only one who tended to wave his politics about like an offensive weapon. If one stood up to his hectoring manner, he could be quite genial. If one did not have the temperament to defend oneself, he could behave like the worst kind of bully.”
Shaw angrily denied that he was Left-wing and obsessed with adult education. He pointed to the occasions when he had advocated the withdrawal of grants to various Left-wing theatre groups. None the less, as Secretary General, he gave his support to the cause of North-West Spanner, a Left-wing alternative theatre company that had its grant removed at the behest of a Right-wing local councillor in 1977.
The resulting furore brought together a coalition of actors, theatre groups and leading intellectuals, who complained of political censorship and succeeded in having the money restored. In a way, it was the political theatre’s only tangible victory of the decade; but it was also a caricature of militant aims.
They had won the right to be employed by their avowed enemies, thus arguing the case for a system they were wholly opposed to. Subsequently, some of Spanner’s actors researched a play set in a hospital and so enjoyed the experience of real work that they became hospital porters…
He also turned his mind to policies for the arts and became an unpaid adviser to Jenny Lee, who, under Wilson, was Britain’s first Arts Minister. When the Conservatives were returned to power, Jenny Lee was replaced by Lord Eccles, who retained Shaw and appointed him an unpaid member of the Arts Council in 1972. Three years later Shaw was appointed Secretary General. ‘Private Eye’ noted the appointment of a “provincial academic” to an “Establishment” position.’
It will not have been a coincidence that Shaw, the ‘provincial academic’ was appointed to an ‘establishment’ position. He was a provincial academic who had spent years working in a region that was the hub of organised sex abuse and had worked in the institutions and settings in which that abuse was a substantial problem. Every Gov’t was concealing the same criminality as it snowballed – Shaw will have proved useful to all of them.
Lord Eccles was the Arts Minister, 1970-73, under Ted Heath. Lord Jack Donaldson succeeded Eccles as Arts Minister and remained there throughout Wilson’s and then Callaghan’s administrations. Jack Donaldson is described as, among other things, a ‘prison reformer’ and an ‘Approved School manager’. Abuse of children in Approved Schools was endemic and I don’t think that Jack was very effective where reforming prisons was concerned. Donaldson was a junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, 1974-76, so he’ll also have been in on the shagfest that was the Kincora Boys’ Home and the lengths that everyone went to in order to conceal that. Donaldson was Chairman of the National Consumer Council, 1968-71. He left the Labour Party to join Dr Death and the gang in 1981.
Donaldson was succeeded as Arts Minister by Norman St John Stevas, (1979-81), who was indulging in the very same activities with under-aged boys as Sir Peter Morrison. St John Stevas was succeeded by Paul Channon, 1981-83, (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’), who was succeeded by Earl Gowrie, 1983-85, who was succeeded by Richard Luce, 1985-90, (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), who was succeeded by David Mellor, 1989-90 – who had previously worked in the Home Office and the Dept of Health – and so it continued.
Every one of these Arts Ministers had previously held responsibilities in which they had concealed serious organised sexual abuse. Which set them up very nicely for presiding over a Ministerial Dept responsible for theatre, arts and music, areas in which the sexual exploitation of young people was rife.
So organised sexual exploitation was being concealed across the political spectrum, by people involved in the Arts from a range of backgrounds with different notions of what the Arts should be, who they should serve and who should fund them. Most ludicrously, on a broader societal scale, sex offending was being concealed by the nations’s moralists as well as by the sexual liberators. Mary Whitehouse or Sir Ian McKellen? Neither was going to help the victims of Dafydd et al.
I enjoy using the phrase ‘Naughtiness In High Places’ because when Thatcher was in Gov’t, Brown’s brother and I read an old Monty Python book which detailed their spoof general election campaign involving the Silly Party, who’s manifesto was ‘destroying industry, raising unemployment and encouraging naughtiness in high places’. We were reading it just after the Cecil Parkinson scandal broke and Brown’s brother observed that the Tories had managed to implement the Silly Party’s manifesto, which left us rolling around laughing for a very long time. ‘Vote Wisely – Vote Silly. You Know It Makes Nonsense’. At that time, Graham Chapman’s penchant for having sex with under-aged boys was known, but no-one in showbiz mentioned a word… Graham was just gay and a zany Python. It might have helped that John Cleese was very friendly with a number of analysts and Top Docs who were concealing child abuse, some of whom were personally known to Dafydd. The John Cleese who featured in a 1987 party political broadcast for the SDP-Liberal Alliance.
This man was mates with some of those who’s signatures are on documents in my possession, detailing serious criminal activity on their own part:
The Lord Owen
Dr Death knew exactly what was happening and he knew that witnesses were locked up in Risley Remand Centre, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and high security hospitals. You, Dr Death, need to cough and now. Dr Death’s former place of employment, St Thomas’s Hospital, served as the home of choice for those at the top of the pyramid of people who were ensuring that Dafydd et al never ever were held to account. Why Peter Hennessey gives Dr Death the time of day even when Hennessey trots around the Lords interviewing clapped out old farts who have caused so much damage I cannot imagine.
From 1977-83 Sir Roy Shaw was Visiting Professor at the Centre for Arts, City University London. Shaw died in Brighton, the location of John Allen’s brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the site of the firebombing which killed the five witnesses in April 1992.
The Guardian’s obituary of Shaw provides us with a bit more information regarding the reach of his tentacles and his self-interest:
‘As a member of the British delegation to the first world conference of culture ministers, in Venice in 1970, he greatly impressed Lord (David) Eccles… Preserving the integrity of bodies such as the Royal Shakespeare Company, capable of box-office successes but needing public support for their core work, was a continual concern. Opera brought out even more vividly what was important to Shaw. After he persuaded local government to match Arts Council funding, English National Opera North opened in Leeds with Saint-Saëns’s Samson et Dalila in 1978; since 1981 it has continued as Opera North. On the other hand, in 1990, after he had left the council, he criticised the Royal Opera House in London as “the least accessible arts institution in Britain”…
Again, he met opposition from the more artistically haughty among the staff and council members, and had at first to turn to the Gulbenkian Foundation for funding. However, the highly successful initiative was soon imitated by other arts organisations and the education department became a valued part of the council’s activities.
Shaw became an organising tutor for the North Yorkshire district of the Workers’ Educational Association. Within a year, Sidney Raybould, who was building a formidably committed extra-mural department at Leeds University, offered him a staff tutorship; he stayed for 13 years. The WEA district secretary, Fred Sedgwick, thought Shaw the best tutor in Yorkshire….[Whilst at Keele University] Shaw set up a fine, wide system, made some notable experiments in workers’ education, as with miners’ families in the village of Silverdale, and vigorously encouraged film and related studies.
‘The Guardian’ mentioned that Sir Roy, despite his Catholicism and his long service on ‘The Tablet’, ‘in the new century’, had ‘his faith’ was ‘shaken by events within the Catholic Church and after a brief period of attending Anglican services he finally ceased his lifelong quest and declared himself agnostic.’
I’m wondering if it might have been the tidal wave of allegations of child abuse that emerged from the Catholic Church ‘in the new century’ that shook Shaw’s faith so much, so he got the hell out of there before investigations began, nipped over to join the Anglicans, who then found themselves under fire in exactly the same way. At which point Sir Roy became an agnostic. I’m sure that there’ll be a group of agnostics somewhere abusing kids, Dafydd caters for a great many people, he’s all things to all men, no-one’s left out.
‘The Times’ also paid tribute to Sir Roy when he died: He arrived with a mission to open up the arts to working-class people, one that almost caused a deputation from the art form directors to the then chairman, Lord Gibson, though not for its socialist principles. Shaw had told them that they were too close to their clients, that they operated too much of an old boys’ network and that they needed to be more “clinically detached”. He avoided the threatened confrontation by talking his new colleagues through his intentions, but for some weeks they sported lapel badges reading, “I am clinically detached”.
I notice that Sir Roy borrowed a Top Docs notion. Top Docs are of course supposed to be ‘clinically detached’, it is supposed to protect them from becoming traumatised in the face of their patients’ suffering and it is also supposed to protect patients from things like sexual exploitation. Dafydd and his mates used the concept to dump patients after they had shagged them and then used it as an umbrella for ever after to refuse to answer questions or complaints etc.
Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketelbey. He was a student at the Royal College of Music, before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. He attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968.
Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-Upon-Thames in 1973 with painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing ‘Barley Splatt’, a neo-Gothic building.
Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Sir Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. Ovenden’s daughter, Emily, is a writer and singer with the Mediaeval Baebes and Pythia.
Ovenden’s nude and semi-nude photographic portraits of young girls were published, as were his photographs of the children’s street culture in London taken in the late 1950s and early 1960s when Ovenden was a teenager. His book ‘Aspects of Lolita‘ contains prints inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel ‘Lolita’. A general monograph of his paintings, drawings, prints and photographs was published. Many other publications also contain his work .Ovenden’s work has also graced the covers of record albums and books. His work is in numerous collections, including the Victoria and Albert Museum, The Tate and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
In addition, Ovenden has curated numerous exhibitions, many featuring his extensive collection of antiquarian photographs. Ovenden and his work have been the subject of broadcasts and films, including ‘Lolita Unclothed’ for the series ‘World without Walls’ (ITV, Channel 4, 1993), ‘Stop The Week’ (BBC Radio 4, 1989), ‘Curious Houses with Lucinda Lambton’ (BBC-TV, 1987), ‘Bats in the Belfy – Home Sweet Home’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Robinson Country: The Painter’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Figures in a Landscape: The Brotherhood of Ruralists‘ (BBC Radio 3, 1983) and ‘Summer With the Ruralists‘, a film produced and directed by John Read for the BBC (1978–79). In 2000, the British Library funded a formal interview with Ovenden as part of its ‘Oral History of British Photography’ series.
In 1980 Ovenden was prosecuted but found not guilty of fraud pertaining to his involvement in the production of hoax calotypes, purportedly images of Victorian street children by a photographer ‘Francis Hetling’. The images were actually taken by Ovenden’s friend, Howard Grey, and re-photographed and printed by Ovenden. Some of the images had been shown at the National Portrait Gallery.
Ovenden’s work has long been been controversial for its depiction of prepubescent girls. In 1991, as ‘States of Grace’ was being published, a set of proofs and a photograph for the book were seized by U.S. Customs and held for over seven months. In Feb 1992, the U.S. Department of Justice claimed that the work depicted ‘sexually explicit conduct’ and therefore was illegal to import, sell or own. During a court hearing one month later in the United States District Court, Eastern District of New York, a federal prosecutor identified page 54 as containing the sole offending image in the book, a substantial retreat from the initial position.
A hearing before Magistrate Zachary Carter was held on 28 May 1992. The hearing was attended by the subject depicted in the allegedly offending image, who was then 18 years of age, as well as the eminent photo-historian and critic, A.D. Coleman. Both witnesses were prepared to testify and gave written statements. The subject of the image on page 54 said:
I have known Graham Ovenden as a family friend for fourteen years – since I was four years old. I have modelled for Graham on numerous occasions – in fact, too numerous to count – for both his photographs and paintings. I have modeled for him both clothed and fully nude, both alone and with other children…. The portrait which the United States has charged as indecent is a portrait of me as I was eight years ago. I am not acting in a sexual way in the picture and Graham never asked me to sexual or treated me as a sexual object. The accusation that the image is ‘obscene’ is, to me, an accusation that I am ‘obscene,’ something to which I take offence.
A.D. Coleman’s prepared statement noted the many artistic qualities of the image which were inconsistent with their being labelled ‘lascivious’. Representatives of the American Civil Liberties Union were also in court to offer their brief and were joined by artists, art critics, administrators and various organizations, in opposition to the Gov’ts attempt to censor ‘States of Grace’.
Ovenden himself attested in writing as follows: ‘Symbolically speaking, we are dealing with feelings of the heart and the human yearning for Edenic simplicity – a state of grace, as it were, where there is neither sin nor corruption. The apple has yet to be eaten. The subject, of course, symbolizes this state in the photograph. At the same time, we see that the attainment of Eden is no easy task: the vulnerability of the child suggests, or rather confirms, the fragility of Eden, as well as its fleeting nature in the face of the concerns of the adult world and the demands of modernity’.
Ovenden may well have believed all this, but it reads curiously like Viz magazine’s art critic’s judgement when 14 yr old Jason hit the big time with ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’.
In the face of the subject’s account of her experience of being photographed by Ovenden, the statements proffered by Ovenden and Coleman and the support of the ACLU and others, the government acknowledged defeat and returned the photograph and the proofs. Two months later the book was imported into the US.
On 21 May 1998, censors in New Zealand classified ‘States of Grace’ as UNRESTRICTED, ie. deemed suitable for all audiences.
On 5 May 2000, the San Diego Public Library announced that it did not consider ‘States of Grace’ (as well as David Hamilton’s ‘Twenty Five Years of an Artist’) to contain child pornography and stated that both Ovenden and Hamilton are ‘contemporary and historically important photographers’ whose work is ‘culturally and artistically significant’. The determination was made in response to a ruling by a San Diego Superior Court judge that a man had photocopied images from those books ‘not for art’s sake but for sexual purposes’. In late Oct 2009, British customs permitted entry of Ovenden’s book, ‘States of Grace’, sent to a customer who purchased it at auction in the US on eBay. The auction price was $350.00.
A year later, in England, some of Ovenden’s photographs were confiscated by the Obscene Publications Squad from Scotland Yard but were returned after a campaign by Lord Jeremy Hutchison, Sir Hugh Casson and David Hockney.
Ovenden’s work ‘Five Girls’ and 29 other images in the permanent collection of the Tate were accessible online until Oct 2009, following the scandal that erupted over a photograph of Brooke Shields as part of the Tate Modern’s 2009 ‘Pop Life’ exhibit.
In 2009 Ovenden was charged with 16 counts of creating ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children and two counts of possessing 121 ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children. The 121 images are all versions or stages of the 16 works and had been deleted from Ovenden’s computer at the time his home was raided in 2006. The images were subsequently undeleted by police. The prosecution argued that these images were ‘indecent’. The defence argued that the works 121 images were temporary stages toward the creation of the 16 works, that those works constitute art and in no event were any of the works created with criminal intent. The Crown did not alleged that the images at issue depict any actual children.
On 22 Oct 2009, after less than two days of trial, the jury was discharged and a new trial date set. On 9 April 2010, after a five-minute hearing, the case was thrown out by the judge as two key prosecution witnesses – police officers who had searched his home three and a half years earlier – failed to appear in court. The police declined to comment and the CPS refused to disclose how much the investigation had cost the taxpayer. Graham Ovenden described the police as ‘totally and utterly transfixed by childhood sexuality’ and himself as ‘a controversial figure and, at the moment, a very angry old man’. The prosecution declined to launch an appeal.
On 19 April 2010, it was reported that the Child Abuse Investigation Team of the Metropolitan Police, the force which had carried out the three and a half-year investigation for the trial, was investigating Ovenden over allegations of child sex abuse. Ovenden said such allegations had been made at the start of the previous investigation and dropped, and that ‘the Metropolitan Police are being very vindictive about this’.
In March 2013, Ovenden went on trial at Truro Crown Court, accused with nine charges of indecency with a child and indecent assault on victims aged between six and 14. He denied the claims. On 2 April, Ovenden was found guilty of six charges of indecency with a child and one charge of indecent assault against a child. The charges came from adults who claimed they had been abused by Ovenden as children. Some of them involved claims that he abused children while they were posing for his pictures. The abuse charges related to incidents between 1972 and 1985. Ovenden was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment, suspended for two years. On 9 Oct 2013 the Appeal Court increased his sentence to an immediate prison term of 27 months.
Following Ovenden’s conviction, the Victoria and Albert Museum removed half of their 14 Ovenden images from its website and the Tate removed 34 of his images from its online collection. In 2015, District Judge Elizabeth Roscoe ordered that Ovenden’s personal collection of paintings and photographs, created by him and others, be destroyed, stating: ‘I have very little doubt that sexual gratification is, at the very least, part of Mr Ovenden’s reasons for making these images’. Ovenden responded to the press, saying: ‘I am a famous artist. I am an equally famous photographer and they are destroying material which has been in the public domain for over 40 years.’
The arguments over whether Ovenden’s images were obscene or not are fascinating, although no-one actually grappled with the fact that one cannot control the imaginations and fantasies of other people and that some people might actually have gained ‘sexual gratification’ from Ovenden’s work – as well as other people’s work – that definitely did not fall within any definition of ‘obscenity’. As a quip in Viz magazine said ‘If I sold nude photos of myself as a baby to paedophiles, would I be prosecuted?’ It is widely believed that Lewis Carroll had quite a thing about pre-pubescent girls, although his illustrations and photos were of children fully clothed. No-one has subjected his work to the purifying flames and I don’t think that they should. The real issue is that Graham Ovenden did abuse at least some children. He might not have abused all the kids who modelled for him and the former child model who gave evidence on his behalf may well have been quite correct that he never abused her and that she never felt abused. But he did abuse some children and there will have been people close to him who knew that his conduct was worrying. None of them spoke up and a lot of very big guns were prepared to do everything possible to ensure that Ovenden’s reputation remained unsullied.
Ovenden lived in Richmond-Upon-Thames until 1973. So he was there whilst the paedophile gang based in Richmond-Upon-Thames with links to Westminster and Whitehall which stretched right across London, to north Wales and to Europe was in operation, a paedophile ring which it is now admitted was protected by the very highest authorities (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). It is believed that some victims and witnesses were killed by that gang.
Graham Ovenden was almost certainly acting in the context of a wider group of child abusers.
Every time that a concern was raised about Ovenden, people’s defence of him was predicated entirely on stressing that he was a Very Important Person and Famous with it. He even said that himself. Then lots of other VIPs and Famous People would be wheeled out to testify to the quality of Ovenden’s work. What no-one did was to concern themselves with whether he was actually abusing children. He was.
Very Important People with Famous Friends seem to be very good at ensuring that the obvious is not asked about their conduct. Should those people be Top Doctors, the sound of other Top Docs screaming ‘but he is a very eminent man’ will drown out all other noise for the next few months. Won’t it Bluglass?
Cilla Black was a ‘star’. She was also a personal friend of a man who, along with his Top Doctor colleagues, was without doubt concealing a pan-European trafficking ring which killed some of the witnesses, the ring which included the Richmond-Upon-Thames contingent. Cilla Black may well not have known that, but we really should never be so naive as to believe that someone with famous friends or in possession of a medical degree cannot be a sex offender, because they can and I can name a few who are.
The state has now entrusted the IICSA – which is supposedly going to uncover the truth about organised child abuse – to the very people who caused the problem: social workers, Top Docs and lawyers. Of course not every member of these professions was actively abusing young people, but those professions have become institutionally corrupt and as a whole they concealed serious organised crime involving the mass sexploitation of vulnerable young people. The extent of the abuse that has been inflicted on people in the care of the state could never have happened if the state had not actively helped the abusers.
There is no point in the IICSA and there is no point in all the Me Tooing and the reassurances of the police that the paedos will be caught and ooh we’re building prisons for elderly sex offenders. You’re all bloody guilty, you knew what Dafydd and co were doing and you let them do it. You haven’t got the answers and all that you are doing is adding insult to injury. Excavate those bodies from the grounds of Denbigh, admit what went on so that people like me and Brown no longer have to be smeared and insulted by a gang of paedophiles and their friends and then bugger off and take Buck House and the House of Lords with you. Particularly Dr Death, the world has had quite enough of him.
Let us take a look at those who so robustly defended Graham Ovenden in 2001.
Jeremy Hutchinson QC was a barrister who stood as the unsuccessful Labour candidate in the 1945 General Election, when he received assistance in his campaign from Tony Benn. Hutchison finally entered Parliament as a life peer in 1978 and eventually voted with the Lib Dems in the years after the SDP broke away from the Labour Party. Hutchison went to Stowe School and then Magdalen College Oxford. He was called to the bar at Middle Temple. So he will have known Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Hutchison was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during WWII and served on the destroyer commanded by Lord Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Hutchison became a recorder of Bath and then a Crown Court judge, 1963-88. Jeremy Hutchison was Vice-Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate; Chairman of the London Historic Museum Trust; and Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts.
Hutchison was born into the heart of the Bloomsbury set, his parents were friends of Virginia Woolf et al. He was involved in some of the most memorable trials of the 20th century. He was a member of the defence team in the 1950 Lady Chatterley trial and he defended ‘Fanny Hill’. He led the defence at the 1965 trial of the art thief Kempton Bunton. Hutchison defended Christine Keeler and the spies George Blake and John Vassall; he defended Brian Roberts, the then Editor of the Torygraph and he defended Duncan Cambell in the ABC trial which was presented as a triumph over the vetting of juries by the security services. Hutchison also succeeded in getting Howard Marks acquitted after he was charged with drug trafficking and successfully led the defence for Michael Bogdanov in the 1982 ‘Romans In Britain’ trial.
The Guardian’s review of Thomas Grant’s 2015 book ‘Jeremy Hutchison’s Case Histories’ commented that Hutchison ‘cherished clients’ who were ‘amiable rogues’. Jeremy Hutchison was a highly entertaining performer in court and he had a following because of his challenges to what was perceived as establishment hypocrisy. However there was a high price paid by some for Jeremy having a laugh in court and some of his rogues were not that amiable. He succeeded in having Christine Keeler cleared on some charges – which in itself sounds great, Christine was a teenaged girl who was being eaten alive by friends of the Royal Family and those in Gov’t – but Hutchison did it by defaming Stephen Ward, who was the ultimate scapegoat in the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Hutchison described Ward as ‘a perverted Professor Higgins’ and demolished his character in court. Yet privately Hutchison admitted that he knew that Ward was not what Hutchison portrayed him to be. Ward died as a result of the fall-out from that court case, allegedly by suicide – there are indications that if Ward did kill himself, he was he was given a good push by someone. ‘The Guardian’ review observed that Hutchison ‘had a job to do and he was very well paid’.
In the early 1990s I remember challenging a CPS prosecutor in Bangor Magistrates Court who knew that she was prosecuting me on the basis of the lies of the Top Doctors. She became very angry and told me not to ‘start on’ her, that ‘she was just doing her job’. Had her job been making cakes and I didn’t like the flavour of her cakes, she’d have had good grounds to tell me where to get off. But she wasn’t – she knew that she was smearing someone who was at the centre of a fit-up attempt by some very serious criminals. There must be SOMETHING in a lawyers code of conduct that allows them in such circumstances to refuse to act, even if they are a jobbing solicitor for the CPS. That was the CPS who did not mount one prosecution even when, after the 1991-93 police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, a file of hundreds of complaints was sent to the CPS.
I don’t know what the name of that lawyer was, but she was first language Welsh, had brownish hair and was pregnant at the time of the case. She sat in Bangor Magistrates Court, along with all the other lawyers in Gwynedd, as a gang of paedophiles fitted up witnesses. They all need to be asked to explain themselves.
As for ‘amiable rogues’ – Dafydd used to joke about being one. This led to Hergest patients taking the piss and making comments such as ‘of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones didn’t murder Mary Wynch’s mother, he was just scrumping apples’. Dafydd could have been scrumping apples as well, but he was running a trafficking gang who were murdering victims. He wasn’t an amiable rogue, he was a dangerous offender.
Howard Marks, that other well-known scrumper whom Hutchison successfully defended, later admitted that he had been guilty of drug trafficking. George Blake admitted to being a spy, so Hutchison had to just go for mitigating circumstances, as he did in the case of John Vassall. Yet John Vassall undoubtedly had information about people in the Admiralty rather grander and more senior than himself who were doing things that they shouldn’t. Vassall was the fall-guy and Hutchison would have known that.
With regard to the ABC trial, that did go down in history as a triumph over the security services and state oppression and it sealed the reputation of the judge involved as being the voice of the common man against state corruption. Which was ludicrous, because the presiding judge was none other than Sir William Mars-Jones, a friend of Dafydd (and Ronnie Waterhouse) and someone who provided a very big umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades.
Jeremy Hutchison’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ was written by Geoffrey Robertson QC, the human rights lawyer who was Hutchison’s junior in the 1982 ‘Romans in Britain’ trial, which was brought by Mary Whitehouse. The trial famously collapsed amidst hilarity after Jeremy Hutchison ridiculed the claim of a witness to have seen a penis on stage during the play. The defence stated that it was an actor’s thumb that had been mistaken for a penis and in court Hutchison positioned his fingers around his groin such that his thumb was in an allegedly penis-like position. The court was entertained, Hutchison won the case and the witness became a national joke. Yet with regard to ‘Romans in Britain’, Robertson mentions that Hutchison disparaged an obviously ‘honest’ witness. It rather seems as though Robertson knew that the witness HAD seen a penis rather than, as Hutchison maintained, a thumb pretending to be a penis.
I was glad when Mary Whitehouse lost the ‘Romans in Britain’ trial because she was the most appalling old hypocrite. Neither would I be bothered if an actor did have his penis out on stage as alleged – it was during a scene in which a rape was being played. But I don’t think that Jeremy Hutchison should have undertaken a massive performance for the court, lied through his teeth and ridiculed a witness if Hutchison knew that the witness was telling the truth.
Geoffrey Robertson QC is the barrister who founded Doughty Street Chambers, which houses Theo Huckle QC, who, when he was Counsel General for Wales, maintained that there was no evidence of negligence in the way in which I had been treated by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’). Theo had copies of the 10,000 documents that I now have. There is documentary evidence of the most serious wrongdoing in the NHS, the social services, the probation service and the courts. In the words of a friend who saw those documents, evidence of ‘serious crime in every agency with whom you had ever had contact’.
Helena Kennedy QC also works at Doughty Street. St Helena is a former colleague of Michael Mansfield and also worked closely with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. One of Helena’s books contains an acknowledgement and a thank you to Eastman (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Nigel Eastman was one of those concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.
Jeremy Hutchison was a very well-connected man – his sister married a member of the Rothschild family and he married the actress Dame Peggy Ashcroft. He lived in London and in Sussex, ‘the heart of Bloomsbury country’. It was also where John Allen owned brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the area where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
Jeremy’s second wife June, Lady Hutchison, was as impressive as Dame Peggy. June’s biological father was the lover of Coco Chanel, but he was unaware of her conception and subsequently died in a road accient. After her father’s death June’s mother married the 14th Earl of Westmorland and June subsequently inherited a substantial amount of money. June’s first husband was the pianist Franz Osborn, who died in 1958. June’s was a friend of Lady Diana Cooper, the aristocratic socialite who was a friend of Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Diana Cooper was married to Duff Cooper, who served as Britain’s Ambassador to France, 1944-48. During this period, Lady Diana’s popularity as a hostess remained undimmed, even after allegations that the embassy guest list included ‘pederasts and collaborators’. There’s nothing like guests with a bit of integrity is there.
Anyone for one of Dafydd’s parties? I did hear about them, they’re legendary…
Diana Cooper tried to get June and Cecil Beaton together – although it was well-known that Beaton was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ ie gay, Beaton did have heterosexual liaisons as well. He began to take June out, dining with people like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Beaton subsequently proposed to June twice but she turned him down. Meanwhile Rhoda Birley, the widow of the portrait painter Sir Oswald, tried to encourage June to marry Ted Heath. At the same time, June tried to persuade Rhoda to marry Heath herself. Whilst all this unfathomable matchmaking involving Ted Heath was going on, June became genuinely keen on Jeremy Hutchinson – who was married to Dame Peggy – and Jeremy and June began an affair. All the action happened whilst June lived at St John’s Wood – which was where Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived.
‘In her spare time’ – presumably whilst refusing to marry Cecil Beaton and Ted Heath, yet trying to persuade other people to marry Ted Heath and whilst shagging Jeremy Hutchinson – June ‘worked for the mentally handicapped’. She had previously worked as an Angel during WWII.
My post ‘The Old Devils’ details the paedophiles’ friends who ‘worked with the mentally handicapped’ in north Wales, helping them to ‘explore their sexual needs’. Dafydd’s mate Cledwyn Williams was Assistant Director of Social Services, 1983-96, whilst the whole of north Wales was being run for the benefit of Dafydd’s sex trafficking ring. Cledwyn was responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.
Here he is, but I don’t think that I’d want to explore my sexual needs with a man in a cardigan like this, I’d be fumbling with those buttons:
June Hutchison’s friendship with Heath lasted for a decade. It became known to the general public and to some extent provided cover for her more secret relationship with Hutchinson and possibly for a few things that Heath might have been doing. June was quoted as saying that Heath was ‘a wonderful politician, and would make a great leader’. Er, I don’t remember him being that successful as PM actually June. ‘Who governs Britain?’ ‘Not you, we’ve just voted you out’.
The press noticed that June and Ted were ‘near’ each other on skiing holidays in Switzerland; when there were rumours of marriage she remarked: ‘It is much harder at 45 than at 25. One sees so many failures, don’t you think?’ Well one does in the circles that June moved in, but then targeting Ted Heath as a future husband is probably not going to lead to lifelong marital bliss.
Heath accompanied June to the film premiere of ‘The Yellow Rolls-Royce’ in 1965 and to the reception afterwards at Claridge’s. When pressed to comment, Heath replied: ‘We are just very friendly. I don’t think there’s any more to say. She is also a good friend of Mr Anthony Asquith, who directed the film.’ June was a good friend of quite a few other people as well, including Jeremy Hutchison and her mate Diana was a hostess of pederasts.
In July 1965, shortly before Peggy Ashcroft became aware of the affair with Hutchinson (she was soon to cite June in her divorce proceedings), June said of Heath: ‘He has a woman behind him. I am right behind him, urging him on. He’s a most attractive and wonderful man. No woman in her heart could feel otherwise.’
‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.
Years later however, June said that Heath had never so much as held her hand, let alone breathed a word of love.
In May 1966 Hutchinson and June were married. Cecil Beaton, to whom June had confided her decision to marry, wrote a letter of support; Heath was somewhat put out at first, though in 1971, after he became PM, he invited the Hutchinsons to Chequers and showed them his bedroom, telling them that it was not normally the PM’s bedroom, as nothing would induce him to sleep in a room previously occupied by Wilson.
At a summer party given by the American Mrs John Barry Ryan in the 1980s, Heath approached June to enquire, somewhat prematurely, about her plans for Christmas. After he had moved on, a fellow guest – who was aware of the earlier friendship – was eager to hear what June might say. ‘He’s become awfully fat,’ she volunteered, which sounds like the sort of thing that Oscar Wilde would have said if he was asked if he’d had sex with someone. Although being fat was probably the least offensive thing about Ted Heath.
I have discussed Jeremy Hutchison at length not just because I find the subject matter fascinating, but to illuminate the social circle of some of those who have been accused of involvement in organised sexual abuse and who in return have shrieked with indignation that of course they have done no such thing, how very dare you, they are famous and important and their accusers are no more than nutters, druggies or petty criminals. Hutchison and his associates really did not conduct themselves very well at all in their personal lives. It is true that as a barrister Hutchison exposed hypocrisy which is very welcome, but he also concealed the crimes of some powerful unpleasant people whom he knew damn well could use the lower orders in any way in which they wanted, then completely shaft them if they complained and if necessary drive them to suicide or indeed proffer that as an explanation when their victims were found dead. It really is not just all a bit of Bloomsbury fun – it resulted in people trying to murder Brown and me.
As for those shrieking ‘how very dare you’ about this blog, I can only respond with:
Look at my face – am I bovvered?
And if you don’t all start fessing up and indeed shutting up on the ‘how very dare you’ front, I’ll carry on blogging until I’ve evolved into this:
Sir Hugh Casson pitched in with Jeremy Hutchison to defend Graham Ovenden. Sir Hugh Casson was discussed in my post ‘Heart Of Darkness’. He was Director of Architecture for the Festival of Britain, had his own TV series in the 1980s and was President of the Royal Academy. Sir Hugh was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolours. Casson also knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.
David Hockney also defended Ovenden. Hockney is probably the UK’s most well-known 20th century artist. He was born in and grew up in Bradford, but since the mid-60s has spent much time living in California. He owns property in London as well as properties in California. Hockney has been openly gay for years and his name was given to me a long time ago as one high profile artist whom it said was advancing the careers of boys who had been his sexual partners. Hockney established the Hockney Foundation in 2008. In 2012, Hockney was estimated to be worth £36 million.
On the morning of 18 March 2013, Hockney’s 23 year old assistant, Dominic Elliott, died as a result of drinking drain cleaner at Hockney’s Bridlington studio. He had also earlier drunk alcohol and taken cocaine, ecstasy and temazepam. It was reported that Hockney’s partner drove Elliott to Scarborough General Hospital where he later died. The inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure and Hockney was never implicated. In November 2015 Hockney sold his house in Bridlington for £625,000, cutting all his remaining ties with the town.
Scarborough was a town which was effectively run by Jimmy Savile until Savile’s death in 2011. I have been told by two different sources that the medical services in the region have been completely colonised by those involved with child sexual exploitation and the distribution of class A drugs. Both my informants contacted me after they heard that I had uncovered the same situation in north Wales.
Dafydd has had links with Yorkshire for years and used to hold clinics at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds, which was one of Savile’s hang-outs. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was raped by a group of men whilst Savile watched.
My post ‘No-One Is Innocent’ discussed the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’ who use to rent cottages in Cwm Croesor in Merionydd from the landowner Sir Clough Williams-Ellis during the middle years of the 20th century. At least one of their victims was hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a young distressed woman with an inconvenient pregnancy and she did not emerge again until she was an old lady. Bertrand Russell was a friend of this group and Russell too was most enthusiastic about the use of Top Doctors to diagnose schizophrenia in and then deal with members of his family who pissed him off (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Whilst reading about Jeremy Hutchison and his circle, again and again I noticed the names of people who were, or were associated with, those who gathered at Croesor. Very little has been published about them, but the historian Eric Hobsbawm, who rented a second home off Clough for years, wrote a chapter about Croesor in his 2003 autobiography, ‘Interesting Times: A Twentieth Century Life’.
Eric Hobsbawm wrote about the souring of relationships between the English visitors and some of the residents of Cwm Croesor in the late 1970s. The Hobsbawms, like a number of other regulars, finally stopped visiting. Eric Hobsbawm attributed the hostility partly to the rise of Welsh nationalism – but then Hobsbawm and his family were European Jews who watched Hitler come to power, which left him with a loathing of nationalism of any kind. However Hobsbawm told me that he believed that a great deal of the strife at Croesor was related to the possible closure of Croesor School, which was for some reason held up as a beacon of all that was excellent about north Wales. A number of other people told me that the irony was that the school would have closed down many years previously had it not been for a group of enthusiastic English migrants to the area who drove their children a considerable distance to Croesor School, although it was a Welsh-medium school.
Other people told me that the bad feeling was partly because the second homers and visitors were well-off, rather privileged people and that was very noticeable in comparison to the local people, most of whom had very little. I was told by one local person who did like the visitors and was friendly with them that the visitors’ holiday homes were often better than the only residences of the locals and furthermore that Clough was prepared to spend time and money restoring the second homes for his friends in a way that he never did for local people who rented property from him.
The death knell for the summer crowd at Croesor occurred after Clough’s grandson Robin Llywelyn sent letters to the second homers telling them that he was terminating their tenancies – this happened in the late 1970s or thereabouts. There was a great deal of upset, with second homers who had been friends with Robin’s grandfather and tenants for decades feeling very sore. They did have to go, there was no choice, because Robin stated that he would only rent properties to local people. When I first heard about this, it all sounded a little odd. Not just that these were his grandfather’s mates, but that Robin was, I was told, a member of Plaid and greatly concerned about the problems caused by second homes. Which is understandable, but as the second homers pointed out, the cottages that they were living in had been abandoned. Croesor is a lovely village, but there is no employment there, no public transport and one can see abandoned properties in the area all over the place. Young people who grew up in the village told me that it was great there, but they wanted to leave and they did.
Furthermore Robin Llywelyn is from a family belonging to the landed gentry who many Welsh people would consider to be English, although the correct categorisation would be ‘Anglo-Welsh’. Clough himself didn’t really speak Welsh, he was sent to a English public school and he wasn’t expected to mix with the local people. He was posh and that was how posh people of his generation behaved.
Then I was told by several local people who had lived at Croesor that Robin was not quite as concerned for their housing needs as might be presumed. They complained that nothing was ever repaired, that the rents were still top whack and furthermore that Balfour Beatty were managing the estate. At the time, one could see Balfour Beatty notices everywhere in Croesor, that’s who you had to speak to if you wanted to rent somewhere.
Balfour Beatty is a global multinational company and it does not have an unsullied reputation. It has been at the centre of a number of controversies and scandals. In Oct 2005, Balfour Beatty were found guilty of breaching health and safety laws and were fined £10 million for their involvement in the Hatfield rail crash. The crash resulted in the death of four people and injured more than 70. Among the company’s many acquisitions was GMH Military Housing, a US-based military accommodation business, for £180m in Feb 2008.
In March 2009, Balfour Beatty was found to be a subscriber to the Consulting Association, a firm which then prosecuted by the UK Information Commissioner’s Office or breaching the Data Protection Act by holding a secret database of construction workers details, including union membership and political affiliations and six enforcement notices were issued against Balfour Beatty companies. As of Jan 2010, individual workers had started suing the company for being on the blacklist. The first of these cases however, was ruled in favour of the company.
Balfour Beatty was subsequently one of eight businesses involved in establishing the Construction Workers Compensation Scheme in July 2014, though the scheme was condemned as a ‘PR stunt’ by the GMB union and as ‘an act of bad faith’ by Parliament’s Scottish Affairs Select Committee. In Dec 2017, UNITE announced it had issued high court proceedings relating to blacklisting against 12 major contractors including Balfour Beatty.
Er – we’ve got some conflicting loyalties emerging here. UNITE, that proud defender of everything NHS, who wave their credentials in terms of their support for Angels at every opportunity possible, were shafted by the folk who managed Democratic Robin’s country estate.
From what I discovered – perhaps readers could enlighten me if I’ve got this wrong – Robin’s Democracy and Welshness really began to swell his heart in the late 1970s. One thing that I do know is that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed a few of the local people at Croesor and that some of the summer crowd knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. The Croesor summer crowd were an object of fun for some locals, other people watched them as curious and exotic specimens and they were also the subject of a certain amount of gossip, on account of the nudist swimming, extra-marital relationships and various other aspects of their lifestyle which were inconsistent with what one might imagine of Nonconformist north Wales. Bertrand Russell seems to have done some pretty dreadful things to people and he was indeed a sexual predator, but from what I could work out, many of the summer visitors were quite upfront about their Bloomsburyesque habits. They certainly weren’t carrying on like Dafydd and giving lecturers to the Welsh Baptist Union explaining how learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect one against a ‘serious moral collapse’ in later life, whilst they flogged class A drugs and ran a sex trafficking gang (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’).
By the late 1970s, Dafydd and Gwynne were causing ructions. There was such serious mismanagement at UCNW that in 1979 Dafydd Wigley asked Shirley Williams to hold a public inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s running of the college. It was in 1979 that Dafydd Alun Jones illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and the spotlight was upon north Wales once more. Dafydd and the paedophiles really didn’t need that because business was booming, Dafydd’s associates had opened children’s homes right across north Wales and the homes were all part of the same trafficking organisation. Dafydd Wigley will have known all about it, despite his request to Shirl. Shirl knew about it as well. North Wales was having to deal with the massive problems caused by the Westminster Paedophile Ring but no-one dared admit that was what was at the root of so much of the rot.
Gwynedd County Council and elements in Plaid were making electioneering capital out of issues such as independence for Wales, second homes, the Welsh language and the closure of small schools. These are important issues, but whereas Plaid were happy to flag them up, the havoc caused by a paedophile gang operating across the whole region was ignored, or blamed on other factors. Down in south Wales, the Windbag was basing his future leadership bid on his opposition to devolution and attributing the problems in the schools in Gwynedd to the Welsh language policy of Gwynedd County Council. The Windbag forgot to mention that the real problem was a gang of child abusers – probably because his wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and her parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, one of the people who had covered up for Dafydd and Gwynne for years. And of course everyone remained busy ignoring George Thomas’s molesting of children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).
After about 1977, no-one expected Labour to win another election, it was taken as read that Thatch would be PM. Peter Morrison was by then the Tory MP for Chester and had been one of Thatcher’s key supporters for the leadership after Heath had been shoved out. Morrison was also abusing kids in care in north Wales and this was quite widely known. Morrison was being protected by, among others, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. His fortune was worth about £9 billion and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the strategies that he was using not to pay income tax on it. I’m fairly sure that I read that Grosvenor left the Conservative Party after tax changes were either proposed or implemented that would result in Grosvenor having to stump up. People with a great deal of wealth do tend to like to hang onto it. Particularly if they own family estates – it’s not just about the dosh then, it’s also about their history and their children’s inheritance.
Just imagine what would have happened to Democratic Welsh Robin if Thatcher’s Gov’t had fallen as a result of a scandal involving one of her friends and Ministers sexually abusing children in care in north Wales. A Labour Gov’t would have taxed the arse off Democratic Welsh Robin. Some of those free-living bohemians whom Democratic Welsh Robin had booted off of his estate were privileged in comparison with local people, but they were a load of old lefties who were involved with anti-nuclear and other radical causes. Some of them were also famous – E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm were regulars in magazines like ‘The New Statesman’ and ‘Marxism Today’.
There was someone else who lived down in Croesor as well long ago who might well have found out what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing – he was a young American who was a draft-dodger and had come to the UK to avoid Vietnam. He ended up with the radicals down in Croesor and I was told that he stayed there for quite a long time. He later became a US Senator. Some of the draft-dodgers did pretty well for themselves didn’t they Bill?
‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’
Oh yes you did!
‘There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures.’
Really? Just go and ask that Senator… He could hardly have forgotten this:
The first time that I saw D.G.E. Wood literally blanch was following the row when I complained about Gwynne and after Brown had his first article published in the ‘Journal Of Radical Philosophy’ – I told Wood that Brown was thinking of writing for ‘Marxism Today’… I attributed Wood looking like death to being dim and a ‘Daily Mail’ reader – which he was, I am not simply saying that to insult Wood, he did like his ‘Daily Mail’. That’s the ‘Daily Mail’ that was unbelievably offensive about Eric Hobsbawm after he died and of course who also put the boot into Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband when he died. Ralph Miliband was mates with Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and the New Left contingent. Ralph had also worked at Leeds University and I bet that he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well, particularly as Ed’s Uncle Harry – who’s passion for the NHS was enough to move Ed to tears every time that Ed remembered Uncle Harry – Ralph’s brother-in-law, was a Top Doctor at Tommy’s whilst his colleagues, some of whom were mates with Dafydd, concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring.
After Ralph Miliband died, the ‘Daily Mail’ published their famously insulting article about him, entitled ‘The Man Who Hated Britain’. One of the men who hated Britain so much that he ensured that not a word was ever published about the rot at the heart of the British establishment that led to people being murdered to keep a lid on the barrel of shit that is the Westminster Paedophile Ring was Paul Dacre.
Paul Dacre has just announced his intention to resign as the Editor of the ‘Daily Mail’. On the ‘Today’ programme two days ago, those wonderful old Glendas Ann Leslie and Polly Toynbee were arguing the toss about how much good or otherwise Dacre had done the nation as a publisher of bigoted bile. Ann thought that Dacre was great ‘but his language is terrible’. ‘Private Eye’ refers to Dacre as ‘the double cunting Dacre’ on the grounds that Dacre often strings the c word together when he’s really riled. He hadn’t better do that in front of Dafydd, all I did was call Dafydd a wanker and Dafydd used this as evidence that I was not ‘mentally normal’ and dangerous to boot and then Bluglass agreed. On another occasion I said ‘bugger’, so Dafydd rang the police and reported me.
I don’t know whether Dafydd has ever scene the film ‘Wish You Were Here’, but the scene in which the batty old psychiatrist has the piss taken out of him by a swearing teenager pretty much described Dafydd’s interactions with his own patients.
Poll maintained that Dacre had left nought but a legacy of racism and sexism, but Ann Leslie laughed like a drain and told Poll that the Daily Mail’s campaigns had been rather more successful than the Guardian’s campaigns. Neither of the Glendas has ever published on the deaths of kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales. The Sindie, ‘The Observer’ and ‘Private Eye’ went there of course in 1992 and were successfully sued by one of the police officers who was abusing the kids in care.
Since the double cunting Dacre announced his intention to resign, it has been stated that the next editor of the ‘Daily Mail’ will be another man who might well hate Britain enough not to publish anything about Dafydd, but we’ll have to wait and see – the next Editor will be Geordie Greig. Geordie Greig is a member of White’s club. Other members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William and Norman Lamont. Sir Peter Morrison was a member, as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. David Cameron was a member of White’s until 2008 when he resigned because White’s refused to admit women. Cameron’s father Ian had been a member for donkey’s years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?
Greig is the Editor of the ‘Mail On Sunday’. He previously worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ and has also been the Editorial Director of ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and ‘The Independent’. Greig might well have been Editorial Director of The Indie and the Sindie when they published the article naming Gordon Anglesea as a child abuser which caused Anglesea to sue them and win nearly £400k damages. In 2016 Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of kids in care in north Wales. My posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ detail why I think that George Carman QC, who acted for the newspapers against Anglesea, threw the trial. It wasn’t long before that trial that the five witnesses were killed by the firebomb in Brighton. Weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys, who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.
Geordie Greig’s sister was a Lady-in-Waiting to Diana.
If Mr Greig wants to stay alive, perhaps he’d better keep away from tunnels and be very careful what he publishes. He’s going to have to be another man who hates Britain.
The Croesor lefties could have caused havoc if they’d gone public about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not only would Democratic Welsh Robin have received a great deal of very unwelcome publicity, but his bank balance would have suffered as well.
Democratic Welsh Robin runs the family business, which is of course Portmeirion Ltd. The most famous branch of the business is the Italianate village which Clough built and where the 1960s TV series ‘The Prisoner’ was filmed, but there’s also the shops, the hotel, the restaurant and the other restaurant. Everything related to Portmeirion is really very nice, but it is rather expensive. Very expensive. Well beyond the pockets of the local people…
Democratic Welsh Robin holds a rock festival every year, Festival No 6. Like everything Portmeirion, it is expensive and many of the visitors are affluent people from England. In 2012 Festival No 6 was particularly proud to headline a local boy made good – Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, who made it big with the Super Furry Animals, just as the investigations into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, who was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang caused havoc in Gwynedd children’s homes. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Social Services for Gwynedd. Read all about Ioan’s son’s rise from a schoolboy who practised his music with his friends in the village where I used to live – as people tried to set fire to my house – to international superstar, in my post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.
I’ll just remind readers here that a Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker was appointed sometime in the late 60s/70s and he lived in the Croesor area. This was presented as a triumph for democracy, because the poor sods targeted for incarceration and lobotomy by Dafydd and Gwynne could now be ‘assessed’ in their first language. Which is important, but if the person speaking your first language is working for Dafydd and Gwynne – who were also first language Welsh – and he’s helping them run a sex trafficking ring, you are still going to be in very deep water.
Democratic Welsh Robin is Director of the family charity, the Susan Williams-Ellis Foundation. The Foundation states that it makes grants to organisations including those concerned with ‘community development/employment/children/young people…’
Python fans will remember the Tale of Brave Sir Robin, who ran away.
As well as all the witnesses who can provide first hand accounts of Dafydd’s atrocious conduct, many years ago Dafydd declared himself to be a psychopath and discussed his psychopathology live on the radio. I missed this, but a lot of other people heard it, including Jackie Ehlen, the north Wales forensic psychiatry nurse who knows the truth behind the death of Dorothy Griffiths, the patient who’s body was found in a bathroom at Ysbyty Gwynedd and at whose inquest NHS staff told a pack of lies (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Jackie Ehlen was used by the paedophile gang to deal with all those dangerous patients who had complained about Dafydd. Jackie was up late one night, listening to the James Whale Radio Show when Dafydd rung in and talked about himself being a psychopath. James Whale interviewed him live.
James Whale presented that show in the late 1980s. So whilst the world called Alison and me liars and our complaints remained either uninvestigated or were investigated by the likes of Robert Bluglass who then used the process as an excuse to make serious unfounded allegations against us, whilst the dead bodies of patients and kids in care were turning up everywhere and while everyone reassured everyone else that there were ‘no concerns’ in north Wales, Dafydd rang up James Whale and made a confession.
But then Jimmy Savile wrote about making an arrangement with the police to allow him to sexually use a teenaged runaway in his autobiography.
The James Whale Radio Show was produced by Yorkshire TV. In June 1989 Yorkshire TV approached Alison Taylor with a view to making a film about child abuse in north Wales and in Sept 1989 Alison was filmed extensively by Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned their programme about abuse in north Wales. Although Dafydd had rung them in the early hours and fessed up.
Dafydd was often up and about all night. He crashed into police stations and even into the North Wales Hospital at midnight to see me and a former social worker admitted that Dafydd would turn up to conduct ward rounds at 3 am. He would answer his phone at any time of the night – which certainly entertained Hergest patients when they wanted a bit of fun – lest it was a celebrity criminal ringing, in need of extraction from trouble.
Here are the key characters from ‘Open All Hours’:
One of those who ran the paedophile gang for Dafydd and Lucille was called Glanville rather than Granville.
No wonder Thatch relied upon the services of Dafydd to keep her in power, she had a thing about grocer’s shops.
‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved anything other than professionally and in his patients’ best interests.’
So ‘no-one knew’ where Dafydd was when he didn’t turn up to his clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd, despite him being Open All Hours? Well we service users knew where he was. Sometimes he was at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds and sometimes he was in the south of France ‘with a GP friend’. Because we were ringing him up when he was there. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where kids in care were taken ‘for holidays’. One day Dafydd started mocking us when he was in France and telling us that as penniless service users we really couldn’t afford to go ringing him in the south of France on his mobile, Dafydd being one of the first in Wales to acquire a mobile. Well I’ve got news for Dafydd. Those calls to France cost us bugger all, because the phone box in Rachub was malfunctioning. All we had to do was put the first few 2 ps in and then it kept us connected for as long as we wanted.
Some more Bangor University staff who will know the details of the dirty tricks used by Prof Fergus Lowe to hold all the collaborators with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel:
Dr Kevin Mundy aka the Fat Controller. Mundy was Fungus’s right hand man for years. Mundy was the henchman and was so often employed to do Fungus’s dirty work that a lot of people thought that Kevin Mundy was Fungus. Fungus was small and bald and used to sneak around incognito, whereas Kevin Mundy was big and aggressive and would be the one glowering in people’s faces up close and personal. Mundy was described to me as an ‘evil bastard’ and was Head of the euphemistically titled Planning Dept in Bangor University. The Planning Dept was colloquially called the House of Black Arts and it was known to be the place where wicked deeds were formulated by Fungus which would then be carried out by Mundy and his sidekick, the Poison Dwarf. I didn’t know the Poison Dwarf’s real name, he was Michael someone – he was even smaller than Fungus, but ginger. He was Musical, so often used to wear a bandana around his head, even with his suit when he was on Official Intimidating Business. I was told that the Poison Dwarf learnt all he knew at the knee of the Fat Controller and that the Fat Controller learnt all he knew ‘at the tit of Fungus’.
Dr Mundy will be delighted to know that Bangor University staff derived much entertainment from his role as a leading light and a preacher in a church in Bangor. I could hardly believe it when I was told, so someone showed me the video clips of the Fat Controller leading the singing and shaking the maracas at a ‘happy clappy’ church in Upper Bangor. It was fantastic, but we never knew how he had time to do it all as well as put Fungus’s wickedness into practice. The Fat Controller didn’t just sing and shake the maracas, he was writing prayers and holding group meetings, the lot.
So perhaps the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf would like to provide details of how Fungus was going to use his contacts with influential people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles to fit the Vice-Chancellor up for a criminal offence – after ‘blackening his name’ – whilst the VC was away from the University caring for his terminally ill wife, who didn’t survive the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre, although a member of the paedophile gang survived a very similar illness at the same time and she was treated by the same Top Doctors. I heard from some Fungus acolytes about how everyone could forget about the VC now, because Fungus was going to be the only one who mattered. Oh and would Fungus’s Cunning Plan have been related to the theft of my computer by the brother-in-law of John McTernan, Blair’s policy adviser?
In the light of just how serious matters were and the number of people in high places – like Gov’t – who were involved, if the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf know anything about the letters from my lawyer which were opened before they arrived in my pigeonhole and were then even opened by someone in the Royal Mail when I had them sent to my house instead, please do tell. What about the obstacles and wires that were put across the end of my drive by someone who knew that I usually left the house before dark and would have driven straight into them, had I not been delayed that morning?
Then there was the violent attack on a woman in the grounds of my old Dept – it seems that the meathead who did that thought that he was assaulting me, but he got the wrong person.
Another accomplice of Fungus’s could also explain the background to his orders from Fungus to intimidate my PhD supervisor’s wife out of her job at the University – the accomplice in question being one Prof Lew Hardy, a specialist in sports science and ‘coaching elite athletes’, a serial shagger of postgrads and all round dickwit. You big idiot Hardy, you were doing the work of someone who was concealing a paedophile gang. Explain that to your ‘elite athletes’ who are beating a path to your door to receive your pearls. I presume that it was another dodge between you and Fungus that led to that much-boasted about grant that you landed not so long ago on the basis of your ‘excellence’.
Lew Hardy was a colleague of Dave Brailsford’s dad – the Dave Brailsford of ‘Team Sky’, ‘what doping in sport, of course I know nuzzing’. You all knew about a bloody gang of sex traffickers, it’s how the collection of mediocrities that is you managed to get so far, it certainly wasn’t on ability.
There are now so many stories in the media about miracle cures for cancer and dementia and explanations of how the NHS needs so much more money that I am no longer bothering to read them. However I did manage to read ‘The Daily Telegraph’ letters page earlier this week. I always enjoy reading what the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts have to say as they write in from Barking-in-the-Marshes. So imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find a letter from a Sir Bufton or a Sir Herbert, but I did find a whole load of letters from public-spirited Torygraph readers writing in with their Top Tips with regard to saving the NHS money in these times of austerity. There were the usual suggestions concerning the importance of returning crutches that one has been issued with, but there were a few more imaginative plans as well. It’s good of the Torygraph readers to try to help, but somehow I fear that their efforts will be lost in the face of the millions that are being siphoned off into the pockets of Dafydd and his friends; blown on IT systems which cost billions, which everyone knows will never work but the contract can’t be cancelled because it’s a friend of someone in New Labour who owns the company; the millions squandered on management consultancy fees because the highly paid managers can’t do their jobs, so the Trust has to pay the former managers who were just as hopeless but who took early retirement and have now set up their own consultancy to come in and ‘advise’; the fortune being paid on agency nurses because the Angels can then work on the same ward for double the money and the Trust managers and a few politicians own the agency, so it’s win-win all around; then there’s the ‘ground breaking research’ which will be delivering the cure for cancer/dementia or identifying the ‘gene for schizophrenia’ within the next few months.
Just make sure that those sodding patients don’t cause ‘a rise in demand’ which will ‘push the NHS into crisis’…
The title of this post translates as ‘The Land of the White Gloves’. This refers to the tradition of the Judge wearing white gloves at the Assize Court, but only if there were no criminal cases before him. There is an account of it in a book called ‘Sentenced To Hell’, by J. Richard Williams, about people who were transported from north Wales in the 18th and 19th centuries for staggeringly trivial crimes. On 29 July 1865, the ‘Caernarvon and Denbigh Herald’ proudly reported that the High Sheriff had presented the Judge with a pair of white gloves as a result of there being no criminal cases to try. Everyone ‘rejoiced in the purity of the morals of the people of this county’.
Obviously, that was pre-Dafydd and Lucille.
There is a judge in north Wales who until recently still wore white gloves. Not because he donned them when there were no criminal cases before him – the judge in question will never have found himself short of criminal cases to try, he sentenced me to more than 100 hours of community service because I told Alun Davies’s secretary over the phone that Davies was a fat idiot and when this judge was still a barrister he prosecuted the Rev Emyr Owen from Tywyn for three sexual offence with corpses that were a physiological impossibility. I am of course talking about Judge Huw Morgan Gruffydd Daniel, previous star of this blog.
Huw Daniel wore white gloves when he used to dress up like General Pinochet in his capacity as Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd – that particular role was his reward for decades of insanity and injustice on the bench as he sentenced the victims of the paedophiles and their friends. Huw retired from that position recently, so presumably the old fool can no longer make an even bigger idiot of himself in fancy dress.
This post provides the names and details of yet more people who assisted the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends in the Land of the White Gloves.
Previous posts such as ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ demonstrate just how very serious the criminality in the mental health services in north Wales was over a period of years and how the solution to patients challenging anyone about this was for the mental health services to resort to yet more serious criminality in an attempt to cover their tracks.
I have described how during the 1980s and 90s the MDU and BMA were complicit with the most serious wrongdoing and were happy to supply advice and legal help to Top Doctors whom they knew were committing serious offences.
Previous posts such as ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’ and ‘The Creme de la Creme’ have named some of those in the MDU who colluded with the serious crime, including Sir Robert Francis, Ann Ball, Dr Ian Sanderson, Sir Patrick Holmes Sellors and Lord Simon Glenarthur.
My documentation showed that the MDU acted for Tony Francis (Dr X) and Dr Dafydd Alun Jones on numerous occasions between 1986 and 1995 – the MDU probably acted for them at other times as well, unbeknown to me.
Let’s look at a few of others involved with MDU during those years whom I have not yet named.
Dr Peter Williams was appointed President of the MDU in 2013 – Williams had been Vice-President for the previous five years and had been involved with the MDU for years previously, as a member of the MDU Board and before then as someone on the MDU Cases and Committee. In an interview when his Presidency was announced, Williams referred to his previous discussions of ‘the complex clinical and medico-legal issues of cases involving our members’ and explained that what really impressed him about the MDU was ‘first, the quality of the people in the MDU, not least their willingness to engage in members’ problems and their care and thoroughness in their dealings with members, and second by the extent to which decision-making is driven by providing good service’.
So Dr Williams, in what way were those lofty ambitions consistent with representing Tony Francis and Dafydd whilst they abused patients, facilitated a sex trafficking ring and perjured themselves in an attempt to have me banged up because I had complained about their misconduct and criminality? Neither do I think that the ‘problems’ which Francis and Dafydd took to you could be described as ‘complex clinical and medico-legal issues’ – you had a great deal of evidence that they were both involved with crime so serious that you should have reported their activities to the police immediately.
Peter Williams began his career as a zoologist after graduating from Cambridge, so it is entirely possible that he had a north Wales connection – UCNW (Bangor University) had a well-known Zoology Dept throughout the 60s, 70s and 80s and a lot of the academics there were Cambridge graduates of the same vintage as Peter Williams. For some reason which is not explained, Williams retrained as a Top Doctor – he undertook a one year MB at Clare College, Cambridge and then trained at UCH.
Williams subsequently went into general practice and spent six years as partner in the James Wigg Practice in Kentish Town. Kentish Town is in the London Borough of Camden. So as a GP in Kentish Town, Peter Williams will have known about the very high suicide rate in the Borough, the dreadful mental health services and the paedophile gang operating there. He will have known about the fuckwittery of the Camden Councillors. One of those was Tessa Jowell, who worked as a child care officer for Lambeth whilst their children’s homes had been infiltrated by paedophiles – in addition Lambeth sent children on placement to the children’s homes in north Wales, where they were abused. Tessa also worked as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley, where Dafydd ‘trained’ and where many of the people who concealed his criminality worked. Tony Francis passed through the Institute of Psychiatry, which at the time was attached to the Maudsley. Then there was Tessa’s stint as Deputy Director of MIND whilst MIND was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, as well as forging links with paedophiles’ rights groups. It is likely that Peter Williams will have known Tessa, she was Chair of the Social Services Committee in Camden (see posts ‘The London Connection’ and ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng And Tessa Jowell’). Williams will have known of the local MP – Frank Dobson, who had previously been a Camden Councillor as well and was later appointed Health Secretary by Blair. The Dobson who also ignored the criminality of the Top Docs on his doorstep (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).
After ignoring the abuses inflicted upon the more vulnerable patients of Kentish Town, Peter Williams moved to Oxford to work as a GP there. Barbara Kahan – a Gov’t advisor on children’s social work throughout the 1980s – and her spouse Top Doctor Dr Vladimir Kahan worked in Oxford for years whilst they colluded with the abuse of children (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Williams then worked as a GP course organiser in the Thames Deanery, where he promoted family therapy. Williams had pursued an interest in psychological medicine in general practice for some time.
So Peter Williams undoubtedly knew about the sexual abuse of children by organised gangs and may well have been one of those family therapists who maintained that the abusers of the kids that he was seeing were always the families of the children – which is an awful lot easier than admitting that the NHS is facilitating paedophile gangs.
Williams was approached by a friend who was a clinical negligence defence solicitor who asked if Williams would be interested in writing medico-legal reports. Williams remembered that his ‘very first case ended up in court, which is really quite rare’. By the time that Peter Williams was advising Tony Francis and Dafydd, he knew exactly how to keep cases out of court – perjury, forgery, unlawfully imprisoning patients, nothing was off limits to keep Top Doctors out of trouble.
Whether Peter Williams ended up as President of the MDU as a result of his excellent defence of Dafydd and Francis or whether he crawled to the top by silently blackmailing people using his knowledge of the very great wrongdoing of Dafydd, Francis and their associates I do not know.
Peter Williams might like to remind himself of the following which at present appears on the MDU website:
The Medical Defence Union Ltd Anti-slavery and human trafficking statement:
The Modern Slavery Act (2015) (the Act) requires any commercial organisation which supplies goods or services, carries on business in the United Kingdom, and has a total turnover above a specified level, to publish an annual slavery and human trafficking statement.
This statement relates to actions and activities undertaken during the financial year 1 January 2016 to 31 December 2016 to ensure that modern slavery and human trafficking is not taking place in our business or in our supply chain.
The Medical Defence Union Ltd (MDU) is a not-for-profit mutual company limited by guarantee, based in the UK. Its activities include the discretionary provision, in accordance with its memorandum and articles of association, of indemnity and medico-legal and dento-legal services for its members. The MDU represents members’ medico-legal interests by informing and thereby influencing the government and other bodies on matters relating to healthcare law and the regulatory environment with a view to ensuring that any changes in these areas are equitable and fair…
Policies in relation to slavery and human trafficking
The MDU has a zero-tolerance approach to slavery and human trafficking in its business and supply chains. It is committed to acting ethically and with integrity in all its business dealings and relationships. Whilst working on a stand-alone anti-modern slavery and human trafficking policy, we have long-established procedures to conduct checks to ensure that staff can legally work in the UK. We also have procedures providing appropriate protection for staff reporting concerns about non-compliance with laws, regulations and codes of practice relevant to our business.
Due diligence process in relation to slavery and human trafficking in the MDU business and supply chains, and steps to manage the modern slavery risk
Overall, the MDU’s risks related to Modern Slavery Act compliance have been assessed as low. Nevertheless, we have put in place, and begun to apply, a system to identify risk of slavery and human trafficking in the existing supply chain which takes into consideration factors such as sector, geographical location, and materiality. In some cases, we have asked suppliers to provide information about their own employment and supplier management practices. We also seek follow-up information when this appears necessary or justified….
Dr Christine Tomkins
It’s splendid isn’t it?
In 2016 The Telegraph reported that Dr Christine Tomkins, Chief Executive of the MDU, received remuneration of £926,000 in 2015, including benefits.
Nearly £1 million quid – for keeping Dafydd out of court.
In 2014 the Medical and Dental Defence Union of Scotland (MDDUS) paid £786,000 to the then Chief Executive Prof Gordon Dickson. Gordon Dickson is the brother of Niall Dickson who was Chief Exec of the GMC, 2010-16. I wrote to Niall Dickson repeatedly whilst he was in that post, telling him of the extreme threats and harassment that I was receiving from some of the people whom he was paid to ‘regulate’ and outlining some of their crimes. My correspondence was ignored.
An online MDU article in 2015 featured Professor Parveen Kumar, President of the Royal Medical Benevolent Fund (RMBF), discussing the issues facing ‘doctors in distress’ and how the MDU and the RMBF can help such Top Doctors. The RMBF is based in Wimbledon, which is a popular residential area for the better paid/senior staff of St George’s Hospital Medical School – many of whom for years concealed the abuse of children and mental health patients – including the criminality in north Wales – as well as serious drugs offences (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
Parveen Kumar is Professor of Medicine and Education at Barts and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry, Queen Mary University of London. In 2001 Prof Sir Nicholas Wright was appointed Warden of that institution. Nick Wright presided over misconduct and research fraud at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital for many happy years (see posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Kumar worked in the NHS for over 40 years as a consultant gastroenterologist and physician at Barts and the London Hospital and the Homerton University Hospital. Kumar was the President of the BMA in 2006 and was Vice President of the Royal College of Physicians, 2003-05.
Kumar was a founding non-executive Director of National Institute for Clinical Excellence (NICE) and Chaired the BUPA Foundation Charity for Research until 2013. NICE is a deeply incestuous compromised organisation. My post ‘An Expert On The Betsi Board!’ mentioned that Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone – who sits on the disaster which is the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board – is Chair of the NICE Implementation Strategy Group. One of the ‘interventions’ which has been enthusiastically embraced by NICE is MBCT (Mindfulness Based Cognitive Therapy), which was based on a research fraud carried out by Professor Mark Williams when he worked in Bangor with the paedophiles’ friends in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Jo Rycroft-Malone has received funding for research into MBCT and has co-authored with members of Williams’s network…
Parveen Kumar is a Trustee of British Youth Opera.
The really great thing about being a ‘doctor in distress’ is that as long as you are not in distress as a result of having had your career wrecked because you have blown the whistle on patient harm, there’s plenty of help. If Peter Williams and Parveen Kumar are not sufficient to meet your needs, in north Wales there is the ‘sick doctors service’, which was – and might still be – run by Dr M. Devakumar, one of the Hergest Unit’s self-styled ‘BMA psychiatrists’ who assisted in the numerous attempts to have me banged up on the basis of rumour and perjury. High points of Devakumar’s career included telling me that Dafydd’s criminality was not a matter for the police, it was a ‘civil matter’ – which was why no-one was going to act on my complaints – and rolling up his sleeves in a ward round and telling another patient that he’d fight them whenever they wanted. Presumably that was a civil matter not a criminal one as well.
Devakumar loathed the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team and refused to work with them which resulted in him gaining a cult following among the other CMHTs, who all also loathed the Arfon Team. When Devakumar retired some years ago he made a blistering attack on the Arfon Team at his retirement do – some of them were in attendance. Devakumar stated that he ‘hated’ them and the one good thing about retiring was that he wouldn’t have to encounter them again. Devakumar may have despised the bastards but he could have got rid of them if he had really wanted – by blowing the whistle on their abuse of patients. But he didn’t dare – because he was mistreating patients as well and had also lied to protect Dafydd and Francis, who were facilitating the same paedophile gang as the Arfon Team were.
Although Devakumar retired, he returned after retirement to do locum work. Furthermore I think that he moved house to live over near Denbigh. At the scene of the crimes as it were. Devakumar wasn’t alone in returning after retirement. All the paedophiles’ friends returned in some form after retirement. Dafydd just carried on business as usual; Dr Peter Higson retired as CEO of HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales) when it was branded as not being fit for purpose after he’d been CEO for many years and then he turned up as Chair of the Betsi Board; Sadie Francis (Tony Francis’s wife) popped up as a member of the Community Health Council (‘the patients watchdog/ voice’); Keith Fearns – the leader of the Arfon CMHT – returned, was finally sacked for neglecting patients and then set up in business as a CBT therapist. The only one who retired and didn’t return was Tony Francis and that was because he killed himself and even a paedophiles’ friend would have difficulty returning to inflict damage after they are dead. Although Dafydd will probably manage it.
Documentation in my possession demonstrates that the BMA were on tap for the Top Doctors in north Wales particularly from 1988 onward. The BMA were fully aware of the level of malpractice and criminality on the part of their members, yet were happy to pressurise the police to take action against me in the absence of any evidence that I had committed the serious offences of which I was being accused and also conspired with the MDU and Welsh Office to pervert the course of justice.
So who were the big wigs in the BMA during those years when a group of serious criminals received the full support of that organisation?
Sir Christopher Booth was President of the BMA, 1986-87. He was brought up in Yorkshire and attended Sedburgh School. Booth served as a frogman in the Royal Navy from 1942. A Navy doctor encouraged him to study medicine, so Booth enrolled at St Andrews upon demobilisation. He graduated in 1951 and served as a houseman at Dundee before moving to RPMS at Hammersmith Hospital, where he was Professor and Director of the Dept of Medicine, 1966-77. Booth was a gastroenterologist and was a founder of Coeliac UK. He was Director of the MRC Clinical Research Centre at Northwick Park and was also Research Director at the Wellcome Institute for the History of Medicine. Booth was President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1988-90.
On one occasion Booth noted that taking the Top Doctors’ pay demand to the then PM, Margaret Thatcher, would be not a red rag to a bull, as a colleague suggested, but ‘a red rag to an old cow’. Yes Thatch and the Top Docs despised each other, but they were all concealing the same very serious crimes – the abuse of children by Westminster and Whitehall figures as well as by other ‘VIPs’ – so their battles constantly ended in stalemate.
Whilst at Hammersmith, Booth ‘graphically described what he would do with the offer of a knighthood’, but had a sudden change of heart in 1983 when he accepted one.
A ward at Hammersmith is named after Booth. Perhaps someone would like to rename that ward now that it has been made public that Booth was directly involved in concealing the crimes of a gang of paedophiles and sex offenders.
Booth married three times. His first marriage was to Dr Lavinia Loughridge, a nephrologist who worked at Hammersmith and then at the Westminster Hospital Medical School. Loughridge was one of the pioneers of kidney transplantation. The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ website mentions that Loughridge had two children with Christopher Booth ‘whom she brought up single-handedly’. Which suggests that Booth dumped her and the kids – although as Loughridge was working as a full time consultant and was busy performing kidney transplants, I suspect that it was probably a nanny or a relative who brought up her children single-handedly. Loughridge was the only female consultant at Westminster Hospital and had to gain entry to the ‘men only’ consultants dining room by eating her sandwiches outside of the door.
Loughridge helped out doctors in distress as well – she was a Director of the RMBF, 1988-04.
After Booth had divested himself of his first wife and their children, he married Professor Soad Tabaqchali. Soad had worked with Christopher Booth at Hammersmith – that was when the shagging had begun. After they married, Soad was obliged to transfer to another hospital – she went to Barts – but I’m not sure why. Although having witnessed the way in which the lunatics at Hammersmith conducted themselves, it wouldn’t surprise me if there was some sort of code of conduct which dictated that married couples were advised not to work together because everything must be beyond suspicion and we can’t have allegations of nepotism. Not that such concerns will have raised their heads amongst the extra-marital shagfest that was a feature of life in that institution, which was how one of the Hammersmith surgeons, Professor Hugh Bentall, managed to have a long standing affair with his secretary, enabling her to do a first degree and a PhD in anatomy and then bag a lecturing job at Hammersmith.
Hugh Bentall’s son Richard is a clinical psychologist who trained at Bangor with Dafydd and the paedophiles, who spent many years working in north Wales and who knew all about the carnage.
Soad Tabaqchali has extensive contacts in Iraq and in 1994 she established the charity Medical Aid for Iraqi Children (MAIC) of which she was Medical Director. In 1998 the Indie reported that since MAIC was founded, Soad had organised the sending of medicines, milk and medical equipment including incubators worth approximately £323,400 to paediatric hospitals all over Iraq. Soad’s charity died a death at about the same time as Saddam Hussein.
I’m glad that Soad found acceptance as well as a husband at Hammersmith, because Hammersmith was not always very welcoming to Iraqi doctors. My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ details the naked racism that I witnessed at Hammersmith/RPMS in 1986-87 and also provides an account of the occasion on which Professor Sir Nicholas Wright had a good laugh with his colleagues by terrorising an Iraqi doctor into kissing his shoes and begging forgiveness.
Christopher Booth hung around with Soad long enough for them to have a daughter but Booth was up and off again after that and fell into the arms of Joyce Singleton, who outlasted him – Booth died in 2012.
Booth was President of the BMA not only whilst that organisation supported and protected Top Doctors who were running a paedophile gang, but whilst two of them illegally imprisoned me and whilst Dafydd was locking the victims of the paedophile gang in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Furthermore Professor Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn whilst Booth was President of the BMA – and I bet that Brooke had been a member as well. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.
Sir David Innes Williams was President of the BMA, 1988-89 – whilst Tony Francis and other paedophiles’ friends were detailing their plans to have me imprisoned in letters to the BMA, as well as having personal meetings with the BMA representative Dr A.H. Chadwick . Tony Francis, Dafydd, Devakumar and Sadie Francis were the ‘four BMA psychiatrists’ who, during this time, were demanding that ‘action be taken’ against me. See post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ for details.
David Innes Williams was educated at Sherborne School and Trinity Hall, Cambridge. He served in the RAMC, 1945-48. Williams became a paediatric urologist and is regarded as the founder of this field. As is de rigueur with the Top Doctors, I suspect that Williams’s early achievements have been exaggerated. His wiki entry tells us that ‘In 1948, Williams was a resident in urology at St Peter’s [St Peter’s Hospital for Stone in London]. A boy was brought to the hospital who was suffering from urinary retention. Williams was shocked to know that not even senior staff in the hospital had any knowledge on how to treat the child. Williams also came to know that there was no literature in the field. Deciding that the field needed to be studied more, he began collaboration for a book with Twistington Higgins, a general surgeon interested in urology.’
If none of Williams’s senior colleagues knew how to treat this young patient AND there was no literature in the field, it is highly unlikely that Williams knew how to treat him either. Williams may well have later become an authority in paediatric urology, but he wasn’t one when he saw his first case. One wonders what happened to that boy, as he was surrounded by clueless Top Doctors – the outcome was probably not positive but Williams’s wiki entry doesn’t flag that bit of the story up.
In 1952 David Innes Williams was appointed to the new position of senior genito-urinary surgeon at the Great Ormond Street Hospital, where he worked until 1978. In 1963 Williams founded the Society for Paediatric Urologists, which blossomed into the international organisation which it is today.
David Innes Williams was Pro-Vice-Chancellor of the University of London, 1985–87. So he was in post while London University covertly supported Ann Widdecombe and Lady Olga Maitland in their political projects (see post ‘ Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’) and he was also in post whilst there was endemic research fraud and misconduct in the University (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’) and whilst St George’s employed Oliver Brooke…
David Innes Williams was Chairman of the Council of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund, 1982–91 – he was in post when the ICRF was involved in the 1990 Bristol Cancer Centre/Chilvers Report scandal, which involved a former colleague of Tony Francis and resulted in the suicide of Professor Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).
David Innes Williams was a member of the GMC, 1979-89. During that time, the GMC refused to take any action in response to my complaints about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd. Whilst Williams sat on the GMC, Dafydd illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch for a year and fleeced her of her property (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). The GMC took no action against him. There were also at least five other complaints about Dafydd to the GMC during those years, one of which involved a death. The GMC took no action.
So David Innes Williams, one of the world’s leading specialists in genito-urinary conditions in children, assisted a group of Top Doctors who were facilitating a paedophile ring in their attempts to have me imprisoned in a high security hospital on the basis of nothing but their lies.
David Innes Williams was the son of a Gwynne Evan Owen Williams, a surgeon at UCH. I cannot help but wonder whether David Innes Williams was a relation of Gwynne the lobotomist. David Innes Williams was born in 1919, so was probably about eight or nine years younger than Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne the lobotomist spoke Welsh and had an association with Llandudno, but he trained at the Middlesex Hospital rather than Liverpool, which was the favourite option for Top Doctors from north Wales of his generation. David Williams also liked to be called ‘DI’ – Dafydd encouraged people to call him ‘DA’….
A familial connection between Gwynne the lobotomist and one of the people who protected him and the other paedophiles’ friends is not beyond the bounds of possibility…
There is evidence in my documents that Francis had consulted the BMA as soon as I had made my first complaint in the summer of 1985 – furthermore Francis and the other paedophiles’ friends had all been fully paid up members of the BMA for years, so I’ll provide details of a few of the previous BMA Presidents as well.
Lord John Walton was President of the BMA, 1980-82. Walton featured in my post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ – he was as good a friend to Dafydd and the paedophiles as Lord Wyn Roberts was (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), John Walton loyally served them for years. Walton was Mr Medical Establishment in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, which had close links with the paedophile gang in north Wales and provided mental health professionals including Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods who joined Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). Newcastle-Upon-Tyne provided paedophiles to north Wales as well. Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, the two central figures in the paedophile activity at Bryn Estyn, had previously worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead where boys had been abused (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). The north east of England was the site of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which provided a very useful distraction when the protests from north Wales were getting worryingly loud (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).
John Walton was President of the GMC, 1982-89. Throughout those years when Dafydd and Gwynne were getting away with murder. Literally.
Sir Douglas Black was BMA President 1984-85. Black played a key role in the development of the NHS and authored the 1980 Black Report which linked social inequality with ill health, thus enraging Margaret Thatcher. Black was born in Shetland – as was Normal Lamont, a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t whilst that Gov’t concealed the abuse of children by Sir Peter Morrison and others. Lamont’s father was a Top Doctor on Shetland. Lamont was Chancellor of the Exchequer during the Orkney Satanic Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). Black will have known Lamont.
Douglas Black studied at St Andrews and graduated in 1933. In 1946 he began work at Manchester University where he was Professor of Medicine, 1959-77. At Manchester Black worked with Lord Robert Platt, a man who recommended that good doctors should not waste their time practising psychiatry, although Platt’s wife was a psychiatrist.
Manchester University was host to a whole group of Top Doctors who protected Dafydd and Tony Francis for years – Francis had worked at Manchester University immediately before taking up his job in north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’) – including Kenneth Rawnsley (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’) and Bob Hobson (see post ‘The Mentor’).
In 1974 Douglas Black was appointed as the first Chief Scientist at the DHSS, ‘a job he hated’ and civil service mandarins suppressed his work. Black didn’t seem to have much luck with Gov’ts, no matter what their political hue. In 1977 he was commissioned by Callaghan’s Secretary of State for the DHSS David Ennals to write what became the Black Report. Ennals knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles were doing in north Wales and concealed it whilst he was a Minister in the Home Office, whilst he worked for MIND and whilst he was Secretary of State. Ennals also knew that Dafydd’s mate Dr Jim Birley at the Maudsley was concealing the abuse of children and vulnerable people in Southwark. See posts ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’.
By the time that the Black Report was completed there had been a change of Gov’t and Thatcher was PM – the Report was actively suppressed by her Gov’t. The Black Report maintained that poorest had the highest rates of ill health and death and argued that this could not be explained solely by income, education, mobility or life style, but was also caused by a lack of a co-ordinated policy ensuring uniform delivery of services.
Top Docs such as Douglas Black and Professor Sir Michael Marmot who have built careers on their ‘interest’ in health inequalities do not ever pay much attention to the institutional discrimination which they and the wider routinely NHS practice – the emphasis is always on the plebs eating junk food or boozing or being too fat or indeed being too badly educated to follow the instructions of the Top Docs (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). Practices by the NHS such as leaving ‘do not resuscitate’ notes in the files of learning disabled people or refusing care and treatment to mental health patients or the over-prescribing of medication go unscrutinised. These practices knock many more years of people’s life spans than consuming crisps or not going to a gym.
Black’s obituary in the Indie observed that Black was noted for his ‘social conscience and egalitarianism’. As did every good egalitarian, Black despised Barbara Castle because she forced private patients out of NHS hospitals, thus ‘depriving them of facilities and forcing doctors to waste time and energy on finding outside facilities’.
Whilst President of the Royal College of Physicians, Black gave evidence for Dr Leonard Arthur, a paediatrician who stood trial in 1981 at Leicester Crown Court after he had allowed a Down’s syndrome baby to die.
Leonard Arthur had ordered nursing staff to provide no care or treatment to the newly born baby with Down’s syndrome. Arthur also prescribed doses of dihydrocodeine. Unsurprisingly the baby died. I can remember this case well and although the prosecution was brought by the anti-abortion group LIFE, the only reason why anyone at all got to hear about the baby’s death was because a nurse who witnessed what had happened was appalled at the deliberate killing of a disabled, but very much alive, baby. At the time that nurse was constructed as an interfering know nothing who was well above her station. These days she would be called a whistleblower.
Leonard Arthur was successfully defended by George Carman QC, the crooked, violent, alcoholic barrister who was friends with criminals and bent coppers and who knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring. One of Carman’s pupil barristers at the time was a Tony Blair and another young barrister in his chambers was a Cherie Booth. Cherie spoke of her delight when Arthur was acquitted and stated that ‘justice’ had been done. Would you have wanted him to have treated one of your kids Cherie?
It was whilst he was staying in Leicester for Leonard Arthur’s trial that George Carman had a curious change of mind regarding his future career. He had been getting so fed up with the UK that he was going to take up a position as a judge overseas, but something happened in Leicester that caused him to believe that it would be worthwhile staying in the UK. George’s career subsequently blossomed (see post ‘No Ordinary Methods’).
What could a ruthless crooked barrister who socialised with career criminals and bent lawyers and policeman have possibly found out whilst he kipped in Leicester for a while to make him think that he had a wonderful future in the UK?
When Greville Janner was interviewed by the police in 1991 regarding the sexual abuse of children, Janner’s solicitor David Napley was so certain that Janner would be charged that he retained George Carman, who had built up quite a name for himself since that 1981 visit to Leicester. Charges against Janner were dropped, although the DPP recently admitted that there had been enough evidence to charge him.
Black Chaired the 1984 committee which investigated the leukaemia clusters near Windscale and ‘found the evidence of causation wanting’. Public disbelief re Black’s conclusions were resolved by that time-honoured way of using the scientific principle of changing the name of the thing that has caused such bad PR. Thus Windscale became known as Sellafield. I am only surprised that the same solution was not found to the problem that was Dafydd – the best brains in medicine could have just changed his name to Flopsy Bunny.
Black also investigated healthcare in the Channel Islands and recommended ‘changes in the services’. So Black will have known about the serious abuse of children that had happened there over many years and he will also have known the truth or otherwise re the allegations that Ted Heath was involved.
Black held high office in the GMC which consistently refused to take action against Dafydd, Gwynne the lobotomist and others, as well as in the Medical Protection Society, the other body which, like the MDU, protects Top Doctors no matter how serious their offending.
Black was called in to ‘adjudicate between rival political groups and to help with tricky decisions’. Perhaps to deal with the minefield which was a lunatic in north Wales who, along with his colleagues, facilitated a vicious paedophile gang who’s crimes were so extensive and so serious that a cover-up involving every political party and the highest strata of society was required. One of Black’s obituaries tells us that he was ‘kindness personified’ and ‘would find a consolation prize for those whom he felt had been worsted in various dealings’. Unless of course they were the victims of a paedophile ring who had found themselves in prison or in a high security hospital for daring to talk.
Black was a member of the Athenaeum, along with Jimmy Savile. He will have known about the series of dinners and meetings held at the Athenaeum in the 1980s attended by Savile, civil servants and Gov’t Ministers at which Savile and his mate Alan Franey were offered jobs managing Broadmoor (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).
When Diane Blood was refused permission by the HFEA to use her dead husband’s sperm because it contravened the rules, Black wrote: ‘People banded together are capable of follies and excesses beyond what
the same people, acting as individuals, would perpetrate on other
individuals. Such activities may be termed corporate tyranny…’ In a nutshell Douglas.
Black’s ‘Guardian’ obit stated that ‘he gave short shrift to fuzzy thought or political correctness. On the matter of gender, he was decisive. ‘I abide by the Scottish view that men embrace women’, he would declare with a straight face… you might just hear the chuckle as the door closed’. When they say no they mean yes, as Dafydd will testify.
At Black’s memorial service in 2003, the paedophiles’ friends turned out in force. Guests included Lord John Walton, Sir Donald Acheson (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’ for the appalling wrongdoing that Acheson facilitated), Sir Alexander ‘Sandy’ Macara, Sir Henry Yellowlees and Sir Christopher Booth.
Henry Yellowlees was the former Chief Medical Officer whom, Ken Clarke maintained, was primarily interested in ensuring that the right Top Doctors were awarded gongs.
Sandy Macara was Chair of the BMA, 1993-98. Even more of a laugh was Sandy’s position as Chairman of the BMA’s medical ethics committee, 1982-89. So that’s who was giving ‘the BMA psychiatrists’ at Ysbyty Gwynedd advice.
Macara was born in Irvine, Scotland and studied medicine at Glasgow. For most of his career however Macara worked in Bristol. He was initially a local Gov’t medical officer in public health; then between 1963-97, Macara worked in the Dept of Public Health at Bristol University as a lecturer, then as consultant, then as Head of Dept. So Macara will have taught the corrupt GP who was assisting Dafydd and the paedophiles, Dr DGE Wood. Macara did a postgraduate qualification at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine. Could that perhaps explain why an offer of a place to do an MSc in Medical Microbiology at that institution made to me was unlawfully and inexplicably withdrawn after Wood found out about it?
How are you doing Wood? Are you still popping over to Cyprus to hold clinics for rich ex-pats advertising yourself as a ‘very friendly’ and ‘experienced’ English doctor? What about warning them all that you’re a greedy criminal bastard who’ll do anything for money?
Wood’s old mucker Sandy was consultant to the World Health Organisation for over 20 years and he was President of the National Heart Forum. He was a member of the GMC – of course he was. Sandy was instrumental in achieving a ban on smoking in public places and called for the MMR vaccine to be made compulsory when too many parents exercised their right not to have their children vaccinated. Sandy knew what was good for them! Sandy knew what was for the best on a few other matters as well. He tangled with Thatcher’s Gov’t over the need to keep medical records confidential from the police, the right of girls under 16 to receive confidential contraceptive advice and supplies and how to handle the emergent AIDS epidemic. Sandy’s stance on these matters made the lives of Dafydd and the paedophiles very much easier.
Sandy only became Chair of the BMA after a coup ousted Jeremy Lee-Potter who’s jackboots weren’t big enough for the BMA to be suitably impressed. Like many Top Doctors, Sandy left many people with the impression that he was centre-Labour. He wasn’t. In his 30s Sandy had been active in the Tory Party and had sat on its national committee. What did Sandy spend his time campaigning for when he became Chairman after elbowing out Lee-Potter? Higher pay for Top Doctors of course! Or, as Sandy explained, Patients Will Suffer. Fings Break, as Sandy’s mate Dave Wood will be able to remind us.
One of Sandy’s students at Bristol – as well as Wood – was Sir Liam Donaldson who presided over the disaster that was the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Blair subsequently appointed Liam Donaldson as Chief Medical Officer for the duration of those difficult years after the Waterhouse Report was published (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’) and during his incumbency Liam became noted for his serial cock-ups.
Macara was a Freemason who had connections with the security services.
Sandy picked up his knighthood in 1998, as the Waterhouse Inquiry came to the end of taking evidence from witnesses whilst they were called liars.
Professor Ian Gilmore attended Black’s memorial service. Ian Gilmore is a Professor of Hepatology who was educated at Cambridge and St Thomas’s Hospital Medical School and who subsequently specialised in gastroenterology. Gilmore spent time at the University of California, San Diego, 1979–1980, as an MRC Travelling Fellow and then assumed a consultant post at Royal Liverpool University Hospital. He was made honorary Professor at Dafydd’s alma mater, the University of Liverpool, in 1999. Sir Ian is still at the heart of the Liverpool arm of Dafydd’s empire – he is Chair of Liverpool Health Partners.
In 2001 Gilmore chaired a Royal College of Physicians working party that produced the report ‘Alcohol – can the NHS afford it?’. Obviously Dafydd and the Top Doctors can, which is why so many of them are alcoholics.
In 2010, Sir Ian said that ‘making drugs such as heroin and cocaine legal would ‘drastically’ cut crime and addicts’ health problems’. I’m sure that Dafydd was cheering Gilmore on at the time. Dafydd could sell the stuff legally then instead of distributing it via the ‘peer guides’ of CAIS.
Professor Allyson Pollock turned up to remember Black too. Allyson Pollock supports absolutely any policy which makes Top Doctors even richer and more powerful whilst maintaining that this will be good for the masses. Allyson has done this for her entire career (see post ‘More Summer Reading!’).
Professor Roger Williams was someone else who attended Black’s memorial service. Roger works at King’s College Hospital and was the man who ensured that George Best was prioritised for an NHS liver transplant, although Best continued drinking and broke just about every rule applying to patients on the transplant list. Furthermore, the general public were given the impression that Best had not used the services of the NHS.
Douglas Black’s daughter Theresa is a consultant medical psychotherapist. I wondered if perhaps Theresa had rebelled against her father’s establishment bigotry and hypocrisy, so I was interested when I discovered a short video of Theresa talking about how she became a psychotherapist. Was Theresa overwhelmed by the desire to help people in distress and attracted to the field by the mysteries of the human psyche? Not exactly. Theresa went to university to study French and Russian and discovered that she couldn’t do it. So she went back to mum and dad’s and did basically nothing ‘for months’. She spoke of a ‘crisis of confidence’ which might suggest that Theresa was feeling very bad about her life. So a psychiatrist friend of Theresa’s told her to get up off her bum and do something – they found her a job at the local psychiatric hospital. Theresa remained in the field and became a psychotherapist.
During her interview, Theresa mentions that as a psychotherapist, you notice the times at which somebody discovers something about themselves. I’m wondering at what point Theresa noticed that her mum and dad and one of their friends decided that the only suitable career for a young woman with personal problems was as a therapist to the nutters down the road and how Theresa’s work in this field was no doubt used to keep the lid on the fact that those nutters were being abused and shagged by the Top Doctors who Theresa’s dad was protecting.
In later life Douglas Black lived in Shropshire. Which was the location of the family seat of the unfortunate Ormsby-Gore dynasty, members of which so frequently died in suspicious and unfortunate circumstances (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’), as well as one of John Allen’s children’s homes. Whether the poor sods were clients of Theresa is not revealed. Theresa is at present listed as practising in Wolverhampton. So she’ll be seeing people who’s lives were destroyed by the West Midlands psychiatrists with whom Dafydd and Tony Francis had links and of course people who were framed by the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad. Many children from the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused, whilst Theresa’s dad ensured that Dafydd and the paedophiles were allowed to continue abusing them.
Lord David Pitt, BMA President, 1985-86. I first challenged Tony Francis over the conduct of the mental health services in the summer of 1985 and my documentation suggests that he probably went to the BMA immediately. So Lord Pitt could well have been at the top when Francis first sought advice regarding the best way of discrediting and framing me. Whether Francis had approached the BMA or not by that time, ‘the BMA psychiatrists’ of north Wales were very used to abusing people by the time that Lord Pitt became their President.
Born in Grenada, Pitt won a scholarship to come to Britain in 1933 to study medicine at Edinburgh University, where he was an active member of Edinburgh University Socialist Society. Pitt witnessed the poverty of the working classes in the slums of Edinburgh and saw similarities to the rural poverty that he witnessed as a child. Nicholas Rea, in the BMJ, said of Pitt: ‘it was in the slums of Edinburgh as much as in the Caribbean that he became convinced of the links between poverty, disadvantage, and ill health’. In 1936, Pitt joined the Labour movement.
Pitt returned to the Caribbean, founded his own practice and in 1943 married Dorothy Alleyne. His ‘passion for social justice continued alongside his medical career’. In 1943, Pitt became a founding member and leader of the West Indian National Party (WINP), a socialist party whose main aim was to deliver political autonomy across the Caribbean. Under Pitt, the party demanded self-government for Trinidad and Tobago. The people of Trinidad and Tobago were granted universal adult suffrage by the British Parliament in 1945. The first elections took place in 1946. WINP and others formed the United Front with Pitt as one of the candidates. He was not successful but he continued his activism and in 1947 led a group of WINP members to Britain to lobby the Attlee Gov’t for Commonwealth status for a Federation of the West Indies.
In 1947, Pitt again travelled to Britain and settled in London and opened a medical practice in the Euston area of London.
In 1959 Pitt stood as the Labour Party candidate for Hampstead. Race was an issue in the campaign and Pitt was defeated by the Tory candidate, Henry Brooke. During the course of the campaign, Pitt received death threats, as did his family – despite the racist abuse, he refused to withdraw from the contest. He subsequently founded the Campaign Against Racial Discrimination.
In 1961, Pitt was elected to the London County Council (LCC) as member for Hackney and served on the LCC and its successor, the GLC, until 1975. He was Deputy Chair of the GLC from 1969-70 and in 1974 Pitt was the first black person to become Chair of the GLC.
Members of the LCC and GLC were complicit with the organised abuse of children throughout the 1960s, 70s and 80s and by the time that Pitt was Chair of the GLC, many London Councils had been sending kids in their care to children’s homes in north Wales for a number of years and had ignored reports that they were being severely abused.
In 1970 Pitt was the Labour candidate for Claphman. This had been seen as a safe Labour seat, yet the Tory Sir William Shelton was elected. During his many years in the Commons, Sir William knew a great deal about the crime and organised child abuse in south London that was being concealed by St George’s Hospital Medical School (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). During the 1970 campaign an anonymous leaflet had been distributed with the slogan ‘If you desire a coloured for your neighbour vote Labour. If you are already burdoned [sic] with one vote Tory’.
In 1975, the PM Harold Wilson gave Pitt a peerage. As a member of the Lords, Pitt played a leading role in campaigning for the Race Relations Act and was a leader in the movement against apartheid in South Africa.
Pitt was described as a black radical for suggesting that more ethnic minorities should apply to become police officers, although this angered many in the black community who felt that the police were institutionally racist. Pitt is quoted as having said ‘Some black people regard me as an Uncle Tom, while some whites regard me as a Black Power revolutionary. So I imagine I got it about right’.
Pitt described the Presidency of the BMA as his most valued honour. Not having known David Pitt I do not know whether he was an Uncle Tom or whether he knew that his colleagues were endemically racist elitist bastards who grossly mistreated vulnerable people and that if he wanted a career in medicine in the UK he had to tolerate this. I am however saddened that a man who received death threats for being a black Parliamentary candidate felt that it was his most valued honour to lead an organisation who knew that death threats were being sent to people who challenged a paedophile gang facilitated by members of the BMA and who received protection from the BMA whilst Pitt had the honour of being President. For some of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, death followed the death threats.
Pitt was a GP in Euston so he will have known all about the destitute mental health patients in that area of London as well as the under-aged sex workers, many of whom were kids in care who had been coerced into that line of business by the people ‘looking after’ them. Pitt himself lived in Hampstead. Which was where a number of analysts and therapists who were up to their eye-balls in concealing the organised sexual abuse of vulnerable people located themselves. Marjorie Wallace who fought so valiantly for Dafydd and the paedophiles has lived in Hampstead for years (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).
Dr Jim Birley was a mate of Dafydd’s from the Maudsley who was President of the BMA, 1993-94. Birley kept Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales out of trouble for years and Birley also concealed organised crime and child abuse in south London (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
Sir Charles George was President of the BMA, 2004-05. According to Birmingham University’s website Charles George was ‘a true knight of medicine; making a difference to people’s lives’. Birmingham University brims over with pride that Sir Charles is a Birmingham medicine graduate. Their website informs us as to ‘Why he is outstanding’. Lest anybody ever wondered, it is because Sir Charles’ early career – after a series of posts in the West Midlands – included four years at Hammersmith Hospital and then tutoring medicine and clinical pharmacology at RPMS.
After working with that bunch of crooks, in 1973 Sir Charles joined the empire of the paedophiles’ friend the future Chief Medical Officer Sir Donald Acheson, at the University of Southampton (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’), where Charles George became Professor of Clinical Pharmacology and served as Dean of the Faculty of Medicine twice. Charles George’s career highlights included acting as Chairman of the GMC’s Education Committee, 1994-99 and as Chair of the BMA’s Board of Science & Education. Sir Charles was Medical Director of the British Heart Foundation (BHF), 1999-04 and was a member of the Gov’ts Scientific Advisory Committee of the Association of Medical Research Charities until 2004. So he knew about the huge research frauds being perpetuated by the CRC, ICRF and CR UK (see posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apolcalypse Now’).
The Birmingham University website explains that Sir Charles was a native Brummie and credits the University of Birmingham with playing a major role in his life. Sir Charles will have known Birmingham University Top Doctors Professor Robert Bluglass and Professor Ian Brockington who both concealed the wrongdoing of Tony Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles (see posts ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglss CBE’ and ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).
Charles George was awarded the honorary degree of Doctor of Science by the University of Leicester in 2007. The University’s website tells us that as Medical Director of BHF, Sir Charles forged strong links with the charity’s twenty five research Chairs in British universities, including the one at Leicester, held by Professor Nilesh Samani.
One former academic boasted about by Leicester University is Blair’s favourite sociologist and inventor of the Third Way, Anthony Giddens, who used one of his appearances on ‘Any Questions’ to tell everyone that women looked up to Diana and saw her as a role model no less. Indeed Anthony, why would some of us fill our pretty little heads with matter written by sociologists rather better than you when we can leaf through glossy mags and read about Di’s adventures and her clothes and the new hairstyle exactly the same as her last one, or indeed want anything else from life other than an arranged unhappy marriage to a very rich man from a dysfunctional family which ends in a crash in a tunnel?
The Leicester University website also advertises the institution’s association with Sir Liam Donaldson.
Dr Kenneth Edwards was Vice-Chancellor of Leicester University, 1987-99 and was also President of the Association of European Universities. Whilst Edwards was VC of Leicester, the institution was keen to do as many favours as possible for the paedophiles’ friends. Leicester University had long been staffed by paedophiles’ friends who were concealing the gang operating in the area (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals), but in the late 1980s everyone started getting very anxious after a number of people named social worker Frank Beck and his associate Greville Janner, the Labour MP for Leicester West, as having molested them when they were kids and a police investigation was launched.
Brown was a PhD student at Leicester University in the late 1980s – he registered for his PhD just before the arrival of Ken Edwards – and was provided with absolutely no facilities at all or indeed supervision, although the ESRC were paying Leicester for these things. Brown didn’t even get so much as a shared desk and computer, so he made an office for himself at home and purchased all his own equipment.
Janet Edwards – Ken’s wife – was Deputy Director of the Centre for Citizenship Studies in the School of Education at Leicester University and at their farewell party recalled how she and Ken had never looked back after arriving in Leicester from Cambridge, where Ken had been Head of the Genetics Department and Secretary General to the Faculties. Janet’s parents lived in Leicester and she and Ken knew the town and University well. In 1999 they retired and returned to Cambridge, although Ken Edwards continued in his role as President of the Association of European Universities.
I cannot help but wonder why a couple of tame paedophiles’ friends were appointed to run Leicester University just when people wouldn’t shut up about Frank Beck and Greville Janner and who then buggered off back to Cambridge in 1999 after Ronnie Waterhouse had insulted those people who told him at the Inquiry that the paedophile gang in north Wales was a massive one with connections to politicians in Westminster as well as to sex traffickers in Europe.
In the same year in which Ken Edwards was appointed VC of Leicester University, one Keith Vaz was elected as MP for Leicester East. The Keith Vaz who had worked as a solicitor for Islington Council whilst a paedophile ring operated in the council’s children’s homes, as a solicitor for the Borough of Richmond-Upon-Thames when they had a problem with the kids in their homes being abused by the staff and other people and who then worked as a solicitor in Leicester in a law centre funded by Leicester City Council whilst that Council ignored the abuse of children in care.
Greville Janner’s father Barnett Janner had held Greville’s seat before him, so Ken’s wife Janet, coming from Leicester, would be well acquainted with the First Family of Politics in Leicester.
The Lord Mayor of Leicester, Councillor Phil Swift, was among those who attended the farewell party for Ken.
Those attending the party were reminded of Dr Edwards’s achievements at Leicester, including the University’s involvement in Common Purpose. Common Purpose is a network of people who make a lot of other people feel rather uncomfortable. The network is rather managerial and is perceived to be associated with Tony Blair and New Labour. Members of Common Purpose tend to pop up in the NHS and universities – Barbara Ghodse runs a Common Purpose group at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Barbara was married to Professor Hamid Ghodse, a psychiatrist at St George’s who knew Tony Francis and colluded with serious crime (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
The other achievement of Ken Edwards during his tenure at Leicester was the creation of the Richard Attenborough Centre, although most bits of Leicester University have now been named after one or the other of the Attenboroughs or indeed both of them. Richard and David Attenborough’s dad Frederick was Principal of what was then University College of Leicester, 1932-51 and the University really dines out on that.
David Attenborough is best known for presenting nature programmes – and for Gruff Rhys Jones’s claim that Attenborough won’t actually go 10 yards away from a luxury hotel or a land rover when he’s ‘in the wild’ – but Attenborough was previously a BBC executive so will have been well acquainted with the name Jimmy Savile. Attenborough has a close association with north Wales, he spent a lot of time on Anglesey as a boy. Bangor University gave Attenborough an honorary degree a few years ago and I went to the ceremony. Not because I wanted to see Attenborough, but because Desmond Tutu was being honoured at the same event and I never thought that I would ever have the chance to see Desmond Tutu so I wasn’t going to miss it. Desmond was brilliant, he didn’t pompous on about himself in the usual manner, he thanked the cleaners and the caterers and led a sing song. Attenborough however pompoused and furthermore didn’t appear to know where he was. He kept referring to ‘this wonderful island’, obviously thinking that he was on Anglesey – although he must have noticed that he hadn’t gone across the bridge. It was rather a case of, as people used to joke to Humphrey Lyttelton on ‘I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue’, ‘the visitors have been’…
I don’t know whether Ken Edwards is Welsh or has Welsh connections, but I note that he is a Fellow of the Learned Society of Wales, which is a fairly recently formed collection of people who are mostly paedophiles’ friends. Lord K.O. Morgan, the former Principal of Aberystwyth University and VC of the University of Wales whilst those institutions were heaving with paedophiles’ friends, is a Fellow of the Learned Society of Wales. Lord Ken was married to the late Jane Morgan, who did her PhD at Leicester University. Jane Morgan came from Wrexham, did her first degree at Aber and worked as a criminologist at Oxford. Jane’s expertise was child victims of crime. She certainly knew a great deal about those. Jane was mates with Prof Dick Hobbs, whose own research interest is in serious organised crime, including among professional people. As well as being mates with lots of criminals, Dick Hobbs is mates with Laurie Taylor – whose son Matthew was Head of Blair’s Policy Unit. See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ for the details of Lord Ken and Jane’s network of middle class friends who were just so fascinated with the activities of the likes of Dafydd and the paedophiles whilst they tried to murder the rest of us.
The Medical School at Leicester University was formed in 1973, in a close partnership with the former Leicestershire Health Authority. During the investigation into Frank Beck’s offending and the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal it became clear that the local authorities, police, social services and mental health services in Leicester/Leicestershire had all known what was happening throughout the 1970s and 80s, as did many people in Leicester University (see posts ‘ Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Another Episode Of Friends’).
The Dean of the Medical School in Leicester, 1975-89, was Sir (Later Lord) Robert Kilpatrick, who was also President of the GMC.
In 1987 Dr James Earp, a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester, ignored and concealed the criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services and the paedophiles (see post ‘An Expert From England’).
In 1993 James Earp found himself in hot water regarding the case of James Rudman. James Rudman escaped from a secure unit at the Towers Hospital in Leicester two years after being convicted of the manslaughter of his wife.
At his trial Rudman was ordered to receive psychiatric treatment at the Towers under section 37 of the Mental Health Act after a plea of diminished responsibility was accepted. He had stabbed his wife repeatedly during an argument and Leicester Crown Court had heard evidence from five doctors that he was mentally ill. Section 37 stipulates that a patient not showing fresh signs of mental illness for 28 days after the cessation of medical treatment can remain at liberty.
Mr Justice McCullough, who presided over Rudman’s trial, had intended to impose a five-year sentence but revised his view on hearing that Rudman would not be released from psychiatric care until deemed fit by a medical team regularly reviewing his case. It was suggested he would be detained for at least 18 months.
Rudman had applied to a Tribunal to be released shortly before he escaped, but had been turned down. He absconded during an unsupervised walk in the hospital grounds.
Rudman was actually found in Ireland 62 minutes before the legal loophole would have meant that he would have legally been a free man.
Before Rudman was captured, James Earp had been trundled out to speak to the media. Earp seemed incredibly complacent about the situation when he was told by reporters that if Rudman wasn’t caught soon, it would be legally impossible to return him to the Towers. Earp commented that considering that Rudman had now survived for quite a while after escaping and had successfully evaded the police, he probably didn’t need to be in hospital anyway. Which suggests that Earp had a very narrow understanding of mental distress and a rather cavalier attitude to public safety.
The family of Rudman’s wife maintained that Rudman was an abusive man who had very skilfully manipulated the legal system. I suspect that Rudman had been actively advised and assisted by the corrupt Top Doctors in Leicester – and probably a few corrupt lawyers as well – who had been happily colluding with a paedophile ring for years.
A local MP who spoke about the case was Keith Vaz. Who was of course deeply concerned.
In 1999 as Ken Edwards waved a fond farewell to Leicester University, a new joint medical school which was formed by a partnership between the Universities of Leicester and Warwick was opened. It was explained that the medical school would benefit the citizens of Coventry in particular. The medical students would be trained at Leicester and at the Walsgrave Hospitals NHS Trust in Coventry.
The 1989 cover-up of the criminality of Tony Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles after I made complaint about them was carried out by Professors Robert Owen, Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry. Colin Berry was a psychiatrist at the Walsgrave Hospital. See post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’ for details.
The partnership between Leicester and Warwick Universities was dissolved in 2007. In Oct 2008 a new senior member of staff arrived at Leicester – Professor David Wynford-Thomas. He had previously been the Dean at Cardiff University’s School of Medicine. Prof Wynford-Thomas was the new Dean and Head of the College of Medicine, Biological and Psychological Sciences at Leicester University as well as a Pro-Vice Chancellor.
Wynford-Thomas was described as ‘a renowned cancer specialist who has built up a large research team studying the molecular basis of cancer and its clinical applications, with long-term funding from CR UK and the Research Councils. He was instrumental in forging closer collaborative links between cancer research groups working in different departments and schools across Cardiff, culminating in the establishment of a ‘virtual institute’ for cancer research across Wales.’ Wynford-Thomas had been involved in the rotten core at Cardiff for many years – by 1992 he was Head of Pathology there…
Professor Kenneth Rawnsley, the Professor of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff, spent decades concealing the criminality of Dafydd, Francis and the paedophiles. Francis had studied at Cardiff and also worked with Rawnsley after he graduated (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Professor Sir William Asscher was also leading light at Cardiff who was concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles. In the 1980s Asscher became Dean and then Principal of St George’s – where he concealed the criminality there, as well as continuing to assist Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).
There were very big problems at the Welsh National School of Medicine in Cardiff for many years but it was, as usual, covered up.
Sir Charles George’s Presidency of the BMA, 2004-05, was said to have been ‘a fitting culmination to a life spent in medicine’. Whilst Sir Charles George was President, the attempt by the Hergest Unit to frame me for ‘threatening to kill’ collapsed. I was instead prosecuted for telling the secretary of Alun Davies, a corrupt NHS manager, that he was a fat idiot. After my trial I discovered that the PNC had been illegally altered – twice – to record an offence of harassment against my name. Also that a certificate of indictment had been forged and was found in the possession of Chester Court, stating that I had pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’. See posts ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’, ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’ and ‘An Update On Those Legal Conundrums’.
Charles George had already received his knighthood by the time that he was BMA President. Like Sandy Macara, Charles picked it up in 1998 – just as the Waterhouse Inquiry had heard the evidence from witnesses whom the Inquiry dismissed as liars.
Sir Terence English was President of the BMA 1995-96 and a member of the GMC, 1983-89. English is a South African-born British cardiac surgeon. He was consultant cardiothoracic surgeon at Papworth Hospital and Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge, 1973–1995. Terence English was working at Addenbrookes whilst Baroness Jean Trumpington and Lady Mary Archer were involved with that institution (see posts ’95 Glorious Years!’ and ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).
After starting a career in mining engineering – he completed a degree in that subject in Johannesburg -Terence English studied medicine at Guy’s Hospital Medical School in London. He embarked upon a career in cardiac surgery and went on to lead the team that performed Britain’s first successful heart transplant in Aug 1979 at Papworth and soon established it as one of Europe’s leading heart-lung transplant programmes.
The Dept of Health imposed a moratorium on heart transplants in 1977 and refused to fund Terence English’s plans for transplants. However, English obtained permission from the Chairman of Cambridge Health Authority to use his facilities at Papworth for two transplants and after the first failed in January 1979 the second in August 1979 – on patient Keith Castle – was successful. After failing to get funding from the Transplant Advisory Panel, English obtained support for the first two transplants from the Area Health Authority and then funding from the Cambridge millionaire David Robinson. Other sources followed until 1985 when the DoH provided secure funding for both transplant units at Papworth and Harefield Hospital.
I suspect I know how Thatcher’s Gov’t was persuaded to drop their opposition to English’s work and stump up the cash. It will have involved someone whispering the name Dafydd.
I wish I’d known that this was how UK society operated, I too could have knocked on the door of Number 10 and when Thatch answered said ‘we need to talk about Dafydd’. I’d be President of the World by now.
Terence English was Director of the British Heart Foundation Transplant Research Unit at Papworth (1980–1998).
English was President of the Royal College of Surgeons, 1989–92, Master of St Catharine’s College, Cambridge, 1993–2000 and a member of the GMC, 1983-89. So English was yet another person who ignored the complaints flooding in re Dafydd and Gwynne.
English was the President of the International Society of Heart and Lung Transplantation, 1984-85 and Deputy Lieutenant for Cambridgeshire, 1994-2001.
In 1981, English was elected to the Royal College of Surgeons Council and in 1989 he became President. Some of his achievements as President of RCS included:
Re-establishing the College’s international programme with visits to Thailand and Malaysia/Singapore and then Pakistan and India.
Playing a key role in avoiding a split between the BMA and the Royal Colleges.
Being responsible for Presidents of the surgical specialist associations becoming invited members of the RCS Council.
Implementing the ‘English Clause‘ during the 1991 New Deal for Junior Doctors Hours, which allowed surgical trainees to work beyond the stipulated 72 hours providing this was voluntary and they were not under pressure to do this.
Involvement in the NHS Reform Bill and resistance to managerial bureaucracy.
Insisted on including the BMA in the Clinical Services Advisory Group (CSAG). Proposals to radically reform the NHS by the Conservative Gov’t in 1990 had planned to exclude the BMA. English played a key role by refusing to co-operate with the CSAG unless the Joint Consultants Committee Chairman, Dr Tony Grabham, was a member. Ken Clarke hated Tony Grabham so much that he gave Grabham a special mention in his autobiography.
The Joint Consultants Committee were responsible for appointing the ‘independent’ investigators under the NHS complaints procedure which was in place when I made complaint about Dafydd and the paedophiles in 1987. It was the Joint Consultants Committee who appointed Bluglass and Berry to ‘investigate’ my complaint.
Terence English was also a Member of the Audit Commission 1993–1998, Chief Medical Advisor to BUPA, 1992–99 and a Member of Council, Winston Churchill Memorial Trust, 1995–2009.
Terence English’s second wife is Judith – they married in 2002. She became Principal of St Hilda’s College, Oxford.
Terence English remained active after retiring and has participated in the trauma care training of doctors in Pakistan and Gaza; regular visits to Gaza on medical projects and assisting with the treatment of Gaza’s wounded; and supporting the legalisation of physician assisted dying as Patron for ‘Dignity in Dying’.
Terence was knighted in 1991. The year that me and three of my friends who knew what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles and who were in danger of supplying credible witness accounts had our careers ruined. 1991 was the year in which charges of child sexual abuse against Greville Janner were dropped by the CPS. The DPP subsequently admitted that they could not provide a reason for this in the face of the evidence against him.
David Haslam was President of the BMA, 2011-12. Haslam is another product of Birmingham University and was formerly a GP in Cambridgeshire. He was Chair (2001-04) and then President (2006-09) of the Royal College of General Practitioners. DGE Wood held office in the Royal College of General Practitioners for years, including as Treasurer.
Haslam is Chair of NICE.
The hideous Baroness Sheila Hollins followed Haslam as BMA President. Hollins spent many enjoyable years working as a Consultant Psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital Medical School and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital whilst the staff of those institutions concealed and colluded with serious crime, including the organised abuse of children and the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). For more info on Baroness Sheila, see posts ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’. A lot of info about Sheila has disappeared from other internet sites since I began writing this blog.
Dr John Marks was Chairman of the BMA, 1984-90. John Marks was locked in battle with Thatcher’s Gov’t throughout this time and was the man who spearheaded the hate campaign against Ken Clarke. John Marks and Ken Clarke were both concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales and they both knew that Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, had some knowledge of what was going on – Grosvenor was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Sir Peter Morrison was their MP. Morrison molesting children was openly talked about in the Conservative Association (see post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’). Boys from Bryn Estyn used to be taken on work placements to the Grosvenor estate – they then refused to return there but wouldn’t explain why.
John Marks’s brother was Professor Vincent Marks, who was head of the cancer research team that I worked with at the University of Surrey in 1988. Both John and Vincent Marks were well aware of the extent of research fraud and wrongdoing in medicine (see posts ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). John Marks was a barrister as well as a Top Doctor, he could recognise crime when his colleagues were committing it.
The above list of accessories to serious crime is not exhaustive. There is still the MDU to consider who were every bit as, if not more, helpful to Dafydd, Tony Francis and the paedophiles than the BMA and GMC. The BMA bullied Gov’ts and pompoused for Britain, the GMC pompoused as much as the BMA and refused to discipline people who were sexually abusing and killing their patients, but it was the MDU who agreed to conspire to pervert the course of justice with them.
Leading lights in the MDU whilst the MDU supplied lawyers to Tony Francis and Dafydd who knew that Francis and Dafydd were committing perjury and committing other criminal offences included:
John Garfield, who was a consultant neurosurgeon, 1968-92. Garfield worked at Atkinson Morley’s Hospital – affiliated to St George’s -and then at Southampton. Garfield contributed to the consultation held by the Nuffield Council on Bioethics in 2010 re consent for organ donation.
Baroness Gloria Hooper, a British lawyer and a Conservative peer. Gloria was educated at La Sainte Union Convent High School, Southampton and at the Royal Ballet School. She has a law degree from Southampton University and also studied at Universidad Central del Ecuador, where she was a Rotary Foundation Fellow. Gloria opened the British School of Quito in Sept 1995.
Hooper was assistant to the Chief Registrar of John Lewis Partnership, 1960–61 and Editor in Current Law of Sweet & Maxwell, Law Publishers between 1961–62. From 1962–67, Gloria was Information Officer to the Winchester City Council and from 1967–72 Assistant Solicitor with Taylor and Humbert. In 1972–73, she was Legal Adviser to Slater Walker France S.A. Between 1974–84, she was partner with Taylor and Humbert (now Taylor, Wessing).
Hooper was the Tory Party’s candidate for Liverpool in the 1979 European Parliament. The seat was thought to be safe Labour, but Hooper won it over Labour’s Terry Harrison, a member of Militant. Hooper was defeated in 1984 in the Merseyside West constituency.
Gloria is also a Member of the Law Society of England and Wales; a Member of the Advisory Board, Polar Research and Policy Initiative; President of the British Educational Suppliers Association; Vice-President of Canning House (Hispanic and Luso Brazilian Council); President of Waste Watch; President of the European Foundation For Heritage Skills; Council Member of the Institute for the Study of the Americas (University of London); President of Good Guy’s Cancer Appeal; President of the Anglo Latin-American Foundation; President of the Friends of Colombia for Social Aid; Trustee, Royal Academy of Dance; Trustee, Centre for Global Energy Studies; Trustee, National Museums and Galleries of Merseyside Development Trust; Trustee/Fellow, Industry and Parliament Trust (and fellow); Trustee, The Tablet; Fellow, Royal Society of Arts; Fellow, Royal Geographical Society.
Gloria bagged her peerage in 1985. As a Roman Catholic with a good knowledge of Liverpool, Gloria will know about the abuse of children at St Vincent’s School and St Aiden’s Community Home which were run by Liverpool Catholic Social Services and will know that some of those doing the abusing had links to the north Wales gang (see post ‘ These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).
It is highly likely that Gloria knows that other high profile Roman Catholic from Liverpool, Cherie Booth, who was mentor to and friends with so many of the lawyers who ignored the organised abuse of children in north Wales, Liverpool and elsewhere.
Between 1999-01, Hooper served as a PPS to Foreign Secretary, William Hague, whilst Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was writing the whitewash after Chairing the Inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales which Hague had orchestrated whilst he was Welsh Secretary. But then Hooper already knew about Dafydd et al because she has been a Minister in the Dept of Health, 1989-92 as well as in Energy, 1988-89, whilst Sir Peter Morrison was a Minister in that Dept, at the same time as he was molesting children in north Wales and elsewhere (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Prior to that Hooper was a Minister in Education, 1987-88, whilst kids in special schools and residential schools in north Wales and elsewhere were abused.Gloria Hooper worked on the Parliamentary Delegation to the Council of Europe.
Dr Alan Horler was ‘a Geordie born and bred and proud of it’. He went to Durham University Medical School. After a period at the Radcliffe Infirmary, Oxford, Horler returned to the north east in 1956. In 1962 he was appointed as consultant physician at the Royal Victoria Infirmary and Gateshead Hospitals. So he’ll have known the monstrous Lord John Walton and he’ll also have known about the abuse of boys at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead whilst Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth worked there before they relocated to Bryn Estyn (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).
Alan Horler was primarily interested in haematological disorders. So he will have known that the young men who died of AIDS in the late 80s after shaking hands with Diana were usually rent boys who had been coerced into sex work whilst they were in care (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’) and that was the reason why nearly all of them had no families or visitors except for Di, rather the stigma of being gay – they were witnesses to serious crime and it was to the advantage of many powerful people that they died alone. Perhaps Horler knew exactly which ‘unspecified blood borne infection’ killed Matt Arnold, the former Head of Bryn Estyn, in June 1994, four days before Peter Howarth stood trial for sex offences against boys at Bryn Estyn.
Horler and the MDU went back many years – he was first appointed to the Council of the MDU in Jan 1972. From 1972-94 he served on the Cases Committee and was its Chairman for five years – Horler knew about the long and glorious history of Dafydd then. Horler’s obituary claimed that he enjoyed his work for the MDU and brought ‘simple humanity’ to the ‘problems’ which he encountered. I had no idea that assisting a gang of sex offenders could be so fulfilling, let alone an act of compassion. Horler was President of the MDU, 1988-93 and was Chairman of the Board of Management, 1991-93.
It was said that Horler ‘never failed to interpret a Latin quotation or indeed cite one when appropriate’.
How about this for a Top Doctors motto then – ‘credo quia absurdum est – I believe it because it is absurd’.
Here are a few more gems from Horler’s hagiographies. Horler ‘was much respected as a man of great integrity whose opinion was often sought on non-clinical matters. He was a ‘wise’ man long before the ‘three wise men’ or other mechanisms of dealing with doctors in difficulties were created. He was a man of great charm and had a sense of humour which would often explode into hearty laughter joined by his friends’. I’m glad that the old bastard found so much to laugh at, unlike those in Dafydd’s dungeon at the North Wales Hospital.
‘His obsessional attention to detail may sometimes have caused his junior staff some extra work, but they soon realized the immense benefit his patients derived from it and learned a way of caring and looking after patients which the rapid advance in technology has threatened to destroy. His meticulous clinical notes, carefully written in his distinctive and beautiful handwriting, were a model for all doctors in training.’ I presume that Horler led the way in the forging of the documentation as detailed in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’.
Alan Horler joined the TA following his National Service in the RAMC and rose to the rank of lieutenant colonel – just like Brown’s dad, before Brown’s dad was found dead so suddenly and unexpectedly just after the Waterhouse Inquiry.
Alan Horler was a ‘family man who never allowed his busy professional life to detract from his warm and loving home. He had one daughter and two sons and was a devoted father whose children were a source of both happiness and pride to him’. Horler’s children would not have been sent to live in a children’s home in north Wales or referred to Dafydd should they ever become distressed or develop drug/alcohol problems. That was what happened to other people’s children – usually the children of people who had also had their lives ruined by Dafydd and Gwynne some years previously, not the offspring of Top Doctors.
Professor David Marsden, a consultant neurosurgeon. Marsden is another one of those Top Doctors about whom legends were created, although there was no evidence for the legends. We are told that ‘Whether or not he really danced the samba with Dolly Parton in Rio only four hours before his keynote morning lecture on basal ganglia disease is unimportant’ – so he didn’t then – ‘the fact is that David Marsden’s colleagues believed that it was well within the limits of possibility. He had the physical stamina and the intellectual prowess to do both brilliantly’. Marsden ‘attracted some of the best young neurologists from around the world… if they ever remembered anything after late-night drinks in the Phoenix & Firkin at Denmark Hill…’
The Top Doctors really enjoy telling these sort of stories about each other, to emphasise just how exceptional the subject of the anecdote is or was. Yet exactly the same material is used to discredit patients who might need a bucket of slurry thrown over them. If any of the witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry had banged on about dancing the samba with Dolly Parton in Rio and getting so pissed in the Pheonix & Firkin that they couldn’t remember a thing about it, it would have been used as evidence that nothing they said about being abused by paedophiles could be believed.
The Top Docs carry on a bit like Shallow and Silence in Henry IV Part II, who in their dotage reminisce about their youthful excesses and maintain that people at the Inns of Court will still be discussing them. Dafydd encouraged this phenomenon. I was constantly told about how Dafydd parked his Mercedes one day, forgot where he’d parked it, so went out and purchased a new one; how Dafydd had killed more sheep whilst driving around north Wales than anyone else and how Dafydd kept crashing his planes. Was all this taken as evidence that he was a mad, grossly incompetent, dangerous idiot? No – it just demonstrated what a Superman he was.
What a bunch of fawning tosspots surrounded that man.
Marsden trained at St Thomas’ Hospital and at the then National Hospital for Nervous Diseases in Queen Square (now the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery). He was only 34 when he was appointed to the first Chair of neurology at King’s College and the Bethlem Royal Hospitals in Denmark Hill. Thirteen years later, in 1987, he was elected to the premier post of clinical neurology as Professor at the Institute of Neurology in Queen Square.
We are told that ‘establishment connections were never courted by David Marsden’ – of course not, that’s why he was sitting on the MDU, being the old hippy that he was.
Marsden’s ‘driving ambition in science did not prevent him from being an excellent clinician. He had the knack of being able to recognise, often in difficult circumstances, the real needs of the patient, and to appreciate that these might change over time’. I suspect that as in the case of Dafydd and Tony Francis, the ‘real needs’ of those patients might have been whatever was convenient to David Marsden at the time. And when they say no they mean yes.
Marsden ‘was held in the highest esteem by his own patients and received referrals from around the globe’. Which was exactly what unsuspecting patients were told about Dafydd, ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’, as featured in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).
When Marsden moved to Queen Square, ‘his administrative responsibilities soared and his direct involvement in science grew smaller. He hated this. Despite the honours that were heaped upon him, he was never at ease with his establishment position’. It must have been a nightmare for the poor man – all he wanted to do was have a knees-up with Dolly Parton and get pissed down at the Fool & Bladder.
Marsden ‘was blessed with a voice and demeanour that gave him instant advantage in committee work’ – so he intimidated everyone else. ‘He established a new research unit…funded directly by the MRC and was instrumental in helping to establish the Functional Imaging Laboratory in Queen Square.’ This translates as ‘by hook or by crook he extracted the dosh for a machine that goes ping’.
‘At heart, he was a shy man who could only open himself fully to a small number of very close friends. He was shattered by the sudden death from cancer of one of his closest colleagues, Professor Anita Harding, in 1995, and, perhaps because of associated ill-health, never seemed able to recover his old self’.
So Marsden wasn’t a complete bastard, he was just concealing his shyness and was unable to be his true self. And the Krays loved their mum.
There was a nurse at the Hergest Unit who constantly told patients whom Tony Francis had demanded be arrested or towards he had behaved very unacceptably that the problem with Tony Francis was that he cared about the patients too much and it caused him stress. Francis was undoubtedly a very troubled man, but it is highly likely that the reason for his obvious disintegration as the Waterhouse Report neared publication and his suicide after Operation Pallial was launched was because he feared that he could be in a great deal of trouble, rather than because he was losing sleep over the plight of the patients. I actually feel rather sorry for Tony Francis regarding the mess that he got himself into, but I do think that the rest of us should have been warned how dangerous he was and told what he was doing to us without our knowledge, rather than being reassured that he was a caring sharing doctor who was doing his best for everyone.
As for Marsden’s loss, Anita Harding was a neurologist who died of colorectal cancer when she was just 42 – but the NHS is the best in the world! – which was dreadfully sad. But the victims of Dafydd et al were usually dead by the time that they were 30 and often much younger. They never had a go at being a neurologist on a healthy salary with a fulfilling life – they had been battered, raped, locked up and were abused all over again if they complained and they often hung themselves in Risley Remand Centre, where they had been detained after having been framed by their assailants. Marsden was one of many who could have stopped that happening to quite so many people – he didn’t.
But then the lives of the Top Doctors and their friends are worth more than the lives of the rest of us. One student at UCNW was told by DGE Wood in the Student Health Centre before finals that he was ill and might not be able to sit his exams. The young man expressed concern and Wood told him to stop bloody moaning because Wood’s mate had nearly died in an accident at the boatyard the day before. Wood was referring to Stuart Ferraris, a dentist who had been caught in an explosion whilst he was working on his yacht in Dickie’s boatyard in Bangor. Stuart Ferraris’s life had been saved by another Top Doc who was working on his yacht nearby. It was bad, but then so were the deaths of all those young people whom Wood and the sex traffickers targeted. Including my house mate Ann.
CRASH!!! Problem sorted – and Ann didn’t even go out in style on a yacht…You weren’t that sympathetic when Ann was killed were you Wood?
Come to think of it, no-one ever explained WHY there was an explosion in Dickie’s in 1984 just when all those Top Docs were down there…So Wood, why did someone try to blow your mates up?
Prof David Poswillo, an oral-maxillo facial surgeon. David Poswillo worked at the Universities of Adelaide and London. In 1990, he Chaired the Department of Health working party on anaesthesia, sedation and resuscitation in dental practice. The working party was considered necessary because anaesthesia was frequently carried out by dentists working alone, a practice that, every so often, resulted in a patient’s death. Poswillo also Chaired, from 1994-98, the scientific committee on tobacco and health which curbed tobacco advertising and consumption in public places.
Poswillo was a New Zealander but at the age of 36, he took up a Nuffield Fellowship at the Royal College of Surgeons in England. The College subsequently offered him a Chair in teratology, a post created for him which was funded by Action for the Crippled Child. Presumably those launching into action on behalf of the crippled child had no idea that Poswillo was assisting a paedophile gang who er, crippled (and killed) their victims. Having expertise in teratology, Poswillo will also have known about all those female mental health patients who were being prescribed sodium valproate although it was known that it caused foetal deformities… Never mind, they were only the babies of Empowered Service Users!
Dafydd’s colleague Dr Neil Davies continued to prescribe sodium valproate to female patients of reproductive age with no warnings at all….
In 1979, Poswillo returned to London to take up the Chair in Oral and Maxillofacial surgery at the Royal Dental Hospital. In 1986, this merged with the United Medical and Dental Schools of Guy’s and St Thomas’s Hospitals, after which Poswillo remained as Professor and Head of Department until his retirement in 1992.
Poswillo helped launch the Charity, the Facial Surgery Research Foundation – ‘Saving Faces’. A most appropriate name for a charity Chaired by Poswillo.
Poswillo was an executive member of the World Health Organisation Human Task Force.
Readers might have noticed that I have mentioned above that a few of the Top Docs who assisted Dafydd and the paedophiles were gastroenterologists. I have been taking an interest in gastroenterologists, because among my medical records I found a copy of a job application that I’d written back in 1988. Not an application for a job with the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales, but an application for a job with a Professor King as a Research Fellow – on a cancer research project funded by a gastroenterological society. Now how did that get into the hands of the north Wales mental health services?
Now here’s a big cheese who sat on the MDU whilst they were so helpful to Dafydd and Francis – Prof Sir Roland Smith. Smith was an alumnus of both Birmingham and Manchester Universities and he lived in Altrincham, Cheshire, which was the stomping ground of the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang. However I doubt that any of Roland Smith’s friends and relations were in any danger from Dafydd, Sir Peter Morrison et al. Roland Smith was the sort of man who would probably have said ‘I own shrinks’.
Roland’s Telegraph obituary described him as someone ‘who made his name as a combative Chairman of House of Fraser, British Aerospace and Manchester United’. Smith literally collected Directorships and corporate Consultancy roles, he had scores of them. He held senior roles at Liverpool University and at the University of Manchester Institute of Science and Technology (UMIST).
In 1980 Smith was headhunted to be Deputy Chairman of the House of Fraser, which was under takeover siege by Tiny Rowland of Lonrho. Rowland was also a Fraser Director. Smith took over the Chairmanship from the Sir Hugh Fraser (whom Tiny Rowland had first befriended and then all but destroyed) in 1981 and with the backing of City institutions, placed himself in the path of Rowland’s ambitions. Smith told Rowland after a meeting of Fraser shareholders in Nov 1982: ‘If this is your idea of a game, please play it somewhere else in future . . . Get your tanks off my lawn’.
Meanwhile the paedophiles had their tanks on the lawns of so many people a good deal more dispossessed and vulnerable than Tiny Rowland or Roland Rat.
Anyone up for sex with a ten year old whom Lucille Hughes has demanded should be taken into care by the paedophile gang because Dr Dafydd Alun Jones has given his professional opinion that his parents are not fit to look after him? All with the stamp of approval of Roland! Comes Highly Recommended!!! Roll Up Roll Up, It’s The House of Fraser Sale – overpriced ridiculous hats and those boring handbags with the Scottie dog motif on them for the ladies, little boys for Peter Morrison, Norman St John Stevas, Cyril Smith, Greville Janner and God knows who else…The MDU will ensure that business is never stopped.
Roland once said of Tiny Rowland ‘If he has a redeeming feature, I never saw one’. Coming from a man who believed that Dafydd should remain working as a doctor that is a damning statement.
Thatcher’s Gov’t blocked Tiny Rowland’s/Lonrho’s bid for House of Fraser on the grounds of national interest and the then unknown Fayed brothers stepped forward to buy the group for £600 million. Smith was given a relatively free rein to run the business for them and remained as the Chairman until 1986.
How ever was Thatcher’s arm twisted by Roland?
In 1984, Fayed and his brothers purchased a 30% stake in House of Fraser from Tiny Rowland. In 1985, the Fayeds bought the remaining 70% of House of Fraser. Rowland claimed the Fayed brothers had lied about their background and wealth and put pressure on the government to investigate them. A DTI inquiry into the Fayeds was launched. The DTI’s subsequent report was critical, but no action was taken against the Fayeds.
Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester, 1979-92. He was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1979-81; Minister of State for Employment, 1983-85; Minister of State for Trade and Industry, 1985-86…then Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party, 1986-87.
Harrods – The Top People’s Store!
Night in the Ritz anyone?
Roland Smith’s next major appointment was as Chairman of British Aerospace, 1987-91. Whilst there he was credited as the architect of the £150 million take-over of Rover, a bargain-priced deal agreed personally between Smith and the Trade and Industry Secretary Lord David Young, the cost of which was largely recouped by the subsequent sale of Rover’s interest in the Leyland-DAF trucks group. David Young was appointed Secretary of State just months after Morrison left the DTI, although I am sure that Morrison was remembered by his colleagues. As well as by Roland Smith.
The explosions which followed Smith’s Chairmanship of BAe lasted into the 1990s. European Commissioners had previously decided that the company had received illegal subsidies or ‘sweeteners’, amounting to £44 million, which it ordered BAe to repay. This development hurled Smith into a political row with Thatcher’s Gov’t – he emerged victorious but ‘he had made some powerful enemies’. Not that any of them had Roland and his associates arrested for their part in facilitating the serious organised crime with which Dafydd et al were involved, because Roland had the shit on absolutely everyone who had kept quiet about Dafydd. Including Thatcher, who was a personal friend of Sir Peter Morrison.
Thatcher’s desire to keep giving Peter Morrison roles in Gov’t really did render her vulnerable, although sadly the people who were found dead because of this cesspool were former kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales.
Roland Smith masterminded the profitable redevelopment of the Royal Ordnance factories and drove a diversification of the group into property and construction. The strategy came unstuck in the recession: shareholders were disgruntled by falling profits and fellow Directors let it be known that Smith’s dominant personal style no longer commanded their support. Smith resigned in Sept 1991.
1991 – the year of the Great Stuffing Over of a group of young academics and media professionals who had found out about some of what Dafydd and Tony Francis were doing and the year that charges against Greville disappeared.
Roland was knighted in 1991. As was Peter Morrison!
Roland’s obituary writer stated that ‘Smith would chase a new Chairmanship as other men might chase a pretty girl’. Or an underaged boy.
Smith was a member of the Court of the Bank of England, 1991-96.
Smith was Chairman of Manchester United, 1991-2002. Smith had been an ardent Man United fan since his youth.
Keith Fearns, a paedophiles’ friend employed for many years by Gwynedd Social Services, comes from Manchester and was involved in football there as a young man. As an abusive old git in north Wales, Fearns runs a ladies football team, who undertake unlikely activities such as touring Eastern Europe. People have long since wondered what Fearns’s ladies football team is all about – they are known as ‘Fearns’s harem’ and are nearly always trainee social workers or probation officers.
Roland Smith was the son of a Manchester police sergeant, which would have served him well because the Manchester police have been endemically corrupt for generations and loads of them were mates with Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, even high ranking officers (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’).
Roland’s life was touched by Dafydd et al long before Roland was part of the MDU. In the early 1960s Roland taught Economics at Liverpool University and in 1963 he became Director of the Business School there. Dafydd studied medicine at Liverpool in the late 1950s, Lucille did her social work training there at about the same time and many other paedophiles’ friends trained or worked at Liverpool University, usually as Top Doctors or social workers. Liverpool was a branch of Dafydd’s empire, he had people in Liverpool City Council, in Walton Prison, in Liverpool University and Liverpool Poly/Liverpool John Moores University as well as in all the hospitals there (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen). David Hunt was a paedophiles’ friend who was MP for the Wirral for years (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’) and there were other tame MPs on Merseyside as well, such as Robert Kilroy Silk. Roland will not have been able to miss them.
Among Roland Smith’s first contacts in the corporate world were the leaders of the mining giant Rio Tinto Zinc and it was from them that he learned about large-scale entrepreneurship. Rio Tinto owned Anglesey Aluminium on Anglesey, a major employer throughout the paedophile years. Liz Stables, a pal of Dafydd’s who worked as the nurse at the Student Health Centre in UCNW (Bangor University) along with Wood and Gwynne the lobotomist, had previously been the company nurse at Anglesey Aluminium. Prior to that Liz had been a nurse in the C&A Hospital in Bangor and before that a teacher in Liverpool.
Smith’s tenure as Professor of Marketing at UMIST lasted from 1966-1988, although one student stated that ‘his most outstanding feature as a Professor was that he was never there. Despite him never going to work, UMIST loved Roland Smith and he was Chancellor, 1996-2002. Smith was succeeded as Chancellor by one of his former students, the Chief Executive of Tesco, Sir Terry Leahy.
In 2004 UMIST merged with the Victoria University of Manchester to form Manchester University. Dafydd’s old mate Dr Bob Hobson worked at Manchester Medical School from 1974 (see post ‘The Mentor’) as did Professor Kenneth Rawnsley – another long term umbrella for Dafydd and Tony Francis – before being appointed to a Chair at Cardiff Medical School (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Tony Francis himself worked at Manchester Medical School with Ian Brockington’s team immediately before he relocated to north Wales in the early 1980s (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).
In the 1970s Roland Smith was on the Boards of Barrow Hepburn, Midland Aluminium and Senior Engineering. Among dozens of other corporate involvements, Roland Smith was Chairman of Hepworth plc 1986-87, Readicut International, 1984-96, Temple Bar Investment Trust, 1980-99, P&P, 1988-97 and Kingston Oil & Gas.
In 1992 Roland became Chairman of the Duke of Edinburgh’s Commonwealth Study Conference.
Roland’s kind heart led him into charidee work with the NHS a la Jimmy Savile – he was a key member of the committee to raise funds for the Christie Hospital.
Roland and his wife Joan were not blessed with children.
As for people working in north Wales who knew about the serious criminality documented upon my medical notes, the forged documentation as well as the collusion of the GMC, the BMA, the MDU, every statutory agency, Top Doctors in Leicester and London and various bent lawyers and members of the judiciary, one woman who read all the 10,000 documents in my possession making all this crystal clear was Rita Thomas, the ‘litigation officer and claims co-ordinator’ for the North West Wales NHS Trust. The incriminating documentation detailing decades of serious organised crime was arranged in bundles emblazoned with Rita’s name.
Well Rita, what kept you so quiet?
On holiday over Easter, I read an analysis of some of the material in the Mass Observation archive at the University of Sussex. I’ve never got around to visiting the archive myself, so reading extracts is the next best thing. The Mass Observation archive is famous, it is a collection of diaries and personal records which were kept by thousands of people living in post-war Britain as part of a body of work aiming to build up a picture of the nation and its citizens. Among the extracts that I read were accounts written by two women who wrote about their lives in the 1970s and 80s. One worked as a teacher in Lambeth and the other worked as a social worker in Surrey and then Bradford.
The teacher in Lambeth mentioned that ‘the Barnardo’s boys’ in her class were selling sex. One of the boys had shown her a ‘compromising letter’ from an MP whom, the teacher was later told by her colleagues, was ‘untouchable’. The teacher knew that if she raised concerns about what was happening to her pupils she would be sacked by Lambeth Borough Council. This teacher had previously been politically active but had walked away in disgust at the activities of the ‘thugs and criminals’ whom she claimed were running both Lambeth and Haringey Councils. I think that she must have been referring to some of those who are now sitting in the Commons and the Lords…
The teacher made a note on her records that she was very angry after having been told by Sussex University that she had to delete the name of the MP who wrote the letter which she read before her material could be stored in the archive – she was livid at being ‘censored’.
Sussex University is near Brighton, which was where John Allen owned the brothels to which he trafficked the youngsters who were abused whilst in his children’s homes. The firebomb in April 1992 which killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal was chucked into a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
The social worker featured in the book that I read was a woman from a privileged background who had been troubled as a child who ‘drifted’ into social work as a young adult. The extracts that she wrote only briefly mentioned her work, but concentrated mainly on her interests in humanistic psychology, various therapies of different degrees of whackiness and Eastern philosophies. And the fact that she was having sex with her gardener and handyman which left her feeling very Lady Chatterleyesque. For years this woman worked as a social worker in Bradford – where there was a paedophile ring targeting kids in care. The only observation that the social worker made about her Bradford clients was that they had had ‘such painful relationships’ with the local authorities that they refused further contact with social services. Nonetheless this social worker believed that she was good at ‘communicating with her working class clients’. I think what she meant was that they were battered and sexually assaulted whilst in ‘care’ and that she had them arrested if they complained.
When Jackie Brandt had me prosecuted in 1993 for ‘looking at her in Safeways’, Brandt told the Bangor Magistrates that she had had ‘an unhappy relationship’ with me. Well yes, she had witnessed me being threatened by people who were running a sex trafficking ring, she had unlawfully detained me in a psychiatric ward, refused to respond to complaints about this, had a High Court injunction served on me after I wrote the second letter of complaint and had then perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). I can only wonder whether Jackie was having sex with her gardener throughout it all, just to complete the picture.
A couple of days ago it was reported that the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board’s bill for staff sick leave is now running into millions because so many staff have developed mental health problems. Just do the usual everyone – give them a few more million and blame it all on the stress caused by violent psych patients attacking Angels. Although where all the mentally ill staff will go for treatment I don’t know – they’re certainly not going to use their own shite, lethal ‘services’. As a (very pleasant) receptionist who worked in the Hergest Unit for years said of the ‘BMA psychiatrists’ after she retired, ‘God I wouldn’t go near any of them if I was ill’.
The ‘Daily Post’ reported yesterday that there has been the death of a patient at Hafan Wen, the detox unit run by Dafydd’s charity CAIS in Wrexham. The police have stated that the death is ‘not suspicious’, but nevertheless an investigation is going on. This is not the first death that there has been at Hafan Wen. CAIS are receiving millions from the Welsh Gov’t – and from a number of English authorities – to provide ‘substance abuse services’. The dead person’s bed will have been filled by someone else by now. The one thing that no-one will do is put a stop to any of this idiocy.
It is clear that from the very inception of the NHS bad attitudes towards, as well as the neglect and even abuse of, certain groups of people were tolerated within the service, even by those who have been written into history as moving mountains in their efforts to establish the NHS as a result of their desire to see the poor and disadvantaged receive heath care. The politician who achieved hero status as a result of his work regarding the creation of the NHS was of course Nye Bevan, but there is someone else whose name is not well known outside medical and history circles whose reputation stands upon the towering achievement that is the NHS. That man is Sir George Godber.
Sir George Godber was a Top Doctor and civil servant who worked with both William Beveridge and Nye Bevan to establish the NHS and then was Chief Medical Officer, 1960-73. When Godber died in 2009 ‘The Guardians’ obituary described him as a ‘medical lay saint’. No-one seemed to have a bad word to say about Godber, absolutely no-one.
George Godber was born in 1908, went to Bedford Modern School and then read medicine at that educator of so many of the paedophiles’ friends, New College, Oxford (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Godber trained at the London Hospital and London School of Hygiene, qualifying in 1933. We are told that it was Godber’s experience of working on a casualty ward in a municipal hospital in the London Docklands after qualifying where he encountered seriously ill people who were too poor to afford a doctor but too proud to ask for charity that convinced him that a state-funded health service was necessary.
Godber entered public health medicine as a route into the Ministry of Health. He worked as a county medical officer in Surrey and then joined the Ministry of Health as a medical officer in 1939. He was involved in providing health care services during WWII and organised maternity services in the suburbs for evacuees from inner cities. In 1942 with the publication of the Beveridge Report, Godber was part of the team which prepared the ‘Domesday Book’ survey of British hospitals, personally visiting 300 establishments in Yorkshire and the north midlands.
In 1950 George Godber became Deputy Chief Medical Officer at the Ministry of Health and in 1960 he was appointed Chief Medical Officer at the succeeding dept, the DHSS. He remained as CMO until his retirement in 1973. Godber led a very active retirement – he lived to the age of 100, was driving until he was 97 and didn’t experience serious health problems even in old age. He was Chair of the Health Education Council, 1977-78 and seems to have socialised, given interviews, reflected on the past of the NHS and taken a keen interest in developments and plans. It is highly likely that Godber would have been called on informally for help and advice long after his retirement.
So that’s the bare bones of Godber’s career.
Godber was at the helm whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr T. Gwynne Williams at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh illegally imprisoned, lobotomised, shocked and drugged the victims of the paedophile gang as well as people who were gay along with unmarried pregnant women – and in at least one case that I know of, a pregnant woman who was married but who had left her husband against her mother’s wishes. Godber was in post when people in the ‘care’ of Dafydd and Gwynne died under questionable circumstances which went uninvestigated, when they ‘disappeared’ ‘within the system’ after what was supposed to be a brief stay in hospital, when they remained in the hospital for decades for no explicable reason and when they were transferred to high security hospitals and prisons on the ‘evidence’ of people who had demonstrably lied in other cases. Godber was CMO during all those years when the physical and sexual abuse of patients at Denbigh was openly discussed. He was CMO in the 1960s when Dafydd was named in ‘The Times’ after he discharged many seriously ill patients into ‘community care’, only for them to be later discovered in unsuitable accommodation along the north Wales coast, uncared for and in some cases starving and covered in lice. At this time Dafydd was a leading light in MIND, promoting community care.
Godber was also CMO when the Top Doctors of north Wales flatly refused to provide abortion services after the 1967 Abortion Act, thus leading to the St David’s laundry of Bangor (see post ‘Every Sperm In Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’).
Godber’s responsibilities weren’t just to the DHSS. His role as CMO also spanned the Home Office and the Dept of Education and Science and thus included responsibility for approved schools, remand centres, high security hospitals, prisons and other educational institutions. Such establishments were also under the control of Dafydd, Gwynne, the paedophiles and their friends eg. Axwell Park Approved School Gateshead, Bryn Estyn, Risley Remand Centre, Broadmoor, Park Lane/Moss Side/Ashworth.
Did George Godber perhaps not know what was going on? Well it would have been difficult for him to have missed the article about Denbigh in ‘The Times’ – it caused a very great hoo ha, it was considered a major scandal, particularly when it was revealed that no-one, not even the patients themselves, knew that they were going to be transferred ‘into the community’. The story is that one day a number of coaches turned up at the hospital, the patients were loaded up and off they went. The patients who were transported and left to die seem to have been very vulnerable, frail, chronically ill patients. No doubt Dafydd and Gwynne kept the young attractive ones banged up to continue to provide sexual services to the staff and they won’t have dared let out any of the victims of the paedophile gang.
There’s another reason why Godber would have known just how bad Denbigh was. Because in the early 1960s the Health Minister Enoch Powell visited the North Wales Hospital himself. Dafydd and Gwynne’s work was proudly on display and Powell was so appalled at what he saw that he told the reception committee that he would not allow them to do this to people. When he returned to London Powell immediately proposed the closure of all the long stay psychiatric hospitals and made his famous ‘Water Towers’ speech.
When I found out about all this I was certainly intrigued. Not only because dear old Gwynne and Dafydd had impressed Enoch Powell so deeply with their expertise, but by the fact that they had actually invited him in the first place – well they were both crackers, I can only presume that they had spent so many years telling their lies about the wonderful facilities and care on offer at Denbigh that the mad old buggers had come to believe it themselves – and because Denbigh DIDN’T close. Not until 1995. Enoch Powell, a robust man with a big cult following, had been horrified, had determined to put a stop to Dafydd and Gwynne’s activities, had made a speech and ordered a policy change, but bugger all happened. Furthermore, Powell’s interest in the matter stopped. Completely. I contacted the archive at Cambridge University which holds Powell’s papers because I wanted to go through them and read everything relating to Denbigh, but guess what? There are NO references to Denbigh in the Powell papers.
Powell is someone who tore the Tory Party apart over the issue of race, he inspired dockers to march in protest over immigration and when he really wanted to kick the Tories in the knackers he defected to the Ulster Unionist Party. He also regularly confronted Tory grandees like Heseltine on the TV and told them that their policy with regard to the nuclear deterrent was ‘stupid’. Powell was very effective indeed at causing the maximum trouble on issues over which he felt strongly. Yet something had silenced him after he announced his intention to put a stop to Dafydd and Gwynne’s reign of terror – and references to his desire to do this have not been recorded.
Powell never spoke about Denbigh again but he did talk about his time as Health Minister, between 1960-63. He observed that ‘The unnerving discovery every Minister of Health makes at or near the outset of his term of office is that the only subject he is ever destined to discuss with the medical profession is money’. So he wasn’t destined to discuss the abuses of two maniacs in north Wales who were facilitating a paedophile ring.
‘The Daily Telegraph’ obituary of Godber mentioned that Enoch Powell had described Godber as his ‘bodyguard and lightening conductor’.
The Torygraph also explains that Godber ‘helped found and plan the NHS’, had ‘played a leading role in shaping it over its first 35 years’ and that between 1960-73 Godber ‘wielded immense influence as CMO in the Department of Health and Social Security’.
Could Dafydd and Gwynne’s continued survival and gross abuses after the visit from Mr Powell possibly have been down to Sir George Godber?
So what else did Godber’s obituaries say about him? Well they retold the entertaining Top Doctoresque anecdotes that were Godber’s favourites. Godber enjoyed telling people that minutes after the NHS was established in 1948, he was on duty at the Ministry when he received an SOS from a GP who was requesting leeches. Godber thought that this was a hoax, but it transpired not to be – it really was a GP after leeches, to treat an eye injury sustained by the US ambassador. The leech has made an experimental comeback recently under certain circumstances. However leeches had rather gone out of fashion in 1948 and Godber knew that. Nevertheless, the T. Gwynne Williams of general practice had obviously been summoned in an emergency and had called for leeches – which Godber had supplied. We are also told that later in life Godber used to reminisce about newspaper coverage concerning the waste of NHS resources, such as stories that people were asking for cotton wool on prescription and then using it to stuff their cushions or asking for ambulances to take them shopping. Godber’s favourite story was that of the bald prisoner who had persuaded a psychiatrist that he needed a wig – only to escape using his new disguise.
Godber did not reveal that in north Wales there was a crumbling huge asylum costing a fortune to run and employing hundreds of staff which was used as the personal prison of two men who were facilitating a paedophile ring. Neither did he mention the ambulances which were summoned in the dead of night to deliver people who had been arrested unlawfully to the asylum under cover of darkness. Nor did he mention the legal expense incurred as patients who dared complain were dragged through the courts repeatedly on trumped up charges. Godber knew of much more serious abuses of NHS resources than people making cushions, going shopping or indeed escaping prisoners – if indeed any of those things ever did happen.
There is firm evidence that Godber knew that all was not well in the NHS. He implemented the proposal for the confidential inquiry into maternal deaths in 1952. OK – so mothers were dying at a rate that alarmed even this complacent old fart, so he set up a CONFIDENTIAL inquiry. That is, one that the mothers who might be at risk of dying knew nothing about. This inquiry was then used as a model for later confidential inquiries into deaths associated with analgesia and surgical operations. So the Top Doctors were killing people under anaesthetic on the operating table as well but that was kept quiet too. Could there possibly have been a confidential inquiry into Dafydd and Gwynne that no-one knew anything about on Godber’s watch? It wouldn’t surprise me – a MIND worker who didn’t realise that he was talking to a service user with a brain fessed up to me in 1987 that there had been a big investigation into the mental health services in north Wales, that ‘one man had everything sewn up for himself’ and that ‘it was something to do with Freemasonry’. Yes, that was Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends that the man from MIND was talking about. It was something to do with organised crime involving some of Thatcher’s friends as well.
One of Godber’s obituaries tells us that ‘one of [his] strongest publicity campaigns was against promiscuity, venereal disease and unwanted pregnancy’ but that after his retirement Godber admitted ‘limited success’ in this area, because no-one had a clear idea how to teach young people about sex. No-one rescued them from the clutches of a paedophile gang either and they put a stop to Enoch Powell when he wanted to shut down the prison that the paedophiles were using to incarcerate their victims.
Sir Douglas Black claimed that Godber ‘saw and pursued his duty in promoting the rights of others’. Unless they’d been illegally incarcerated by a paedophile gang obviously. Sir Douglas Black played a key role in the development of the NHS himself. In 1974 he became the first Chief Scientist at the DHSS. He was President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1977-83 and President of the BMA. He was commissioned by Jim Callaghan’s Gov’t to lead an investigation into inequalities – the resulting publication, the Black Report, made Thatch very angry.
Fifty years after the creation of the NHS Godber was quoted as saying that ‘we need to provide the most we can for the most people, not everything for the privileged few’. Presumably this only applies once an exception has been made for the salaries of the Top Doctors and the writing off of huge swathes of people who aren’t considered worthy of their very precious time.
On the 60th anniversary of the NHS – 2008 – the BMJ reported that Godber was too frail to attend the anniversary service at Westminster Abbey. I remember the 60th anniversary of the NHS very well. I was still living in north Wales then and the threats and harassment towards me on the part of the paedophiles’ friends had become very public and well-known locally. I phoned the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for advice and help on that evening. I didn’t dare actually go to hospital in person because the last time that I had done that I had been threatened by two male nurses, refused treatment, accused of abusing the staff and the police were called to throw me out. CCTV had recorded the whole scene so my lawyer subsequently requested release of the footage. The Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust, Martin Jones, admitted destroying the footage – AFTER the Trust had received my complaint. So on the 60th anniversary I rang in order to avoid further attempts to arrest me. Stephen Gallagher, the senior nurse who had previously refused to treat me and made fallacious allegations about me to the police, slammed the phone down on me. I rang back and he slammed it down again. A friend of mine and her husband rang Gallagher and expressed concern about his conduct. They were insulted by him. My friend then told Gallagher that she worked in the hospital herself and she would be making a complaint about him – he responded by making threats to her career. She told him that she had lost her daughter to suicide which is why she took such a dim view of someone with a mood disorder being denied treatment. Gallagher told her to stop being ‘manipulative’. When my friend went into work the next day she was met by a posse of managers who interrogated her and told her that I was ‘using’ her to ‘get at’ the hospital managers. There was a flat denial from Martin Jones to my lawyer that I had ever been refused treatment. It transpired that Gallagher had previously been the subject of a complaint by a doctor and a note had been put on his staff file stating that his competence and integrity could not be relied upon. Another senior nurse involved in the first incident in which I was denied treatment was some years later arrested and charged after another member of staff witnessed him throw a patient in her 80s against a drinks machine and injure her. Then Gallagher found himself under the spotlight yet again after he was the last person to see a patient who was turned away from the A&E Dept without treatment and found dead in the Cathedral Gardens in Bangor hours later. See post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’ for the full details of these incidents.
Martin Jones is now Director of the Workforce at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.
BBC News Wales Online reported the other day that Gruff Rhys, the frontman of the rock group the Super Furry Animals, is planning to take part in a concert to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the NHS. Gruff Rhys is the son of Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council whilst it’s Social Services Dept hosted a paedophile ring, perjured themselves in order to frame complainants and ran the toxic Arfon Community Mental Health Team who neglected psychiatric patients so badly that some of them were living rough in the local villages and towns (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’) and were even found dead.
George Godber had a fellow civil service mandarin to assist him, Sir Bruce Fraser, who was appointed Permanent Secretary in the DHSS in 1960, when Powell became Health Minister and when Godber was appointed CMO. Fraser had been moved over from the Treasury and Godber’s obituary describes Fraser as therefore ‘not scarred by the experience of setting up the NHS’. Which says a lot about the pitched battle that was fought between the Top Doctors – in the form of the BMA – and the Labour Gov’t when the NHS was established. The BMA did not want the NHS at all and fought tooth and nail to stop it. Hence Nye Bevan’s now notorious method of persuading the Top Doctors to agree to accept the NHS – he would ‘stuff their mouths with gold’. The interests of the patients have never been foregrounded by the NHS – although I accept that there were many genuine people who did campaign for it – and an enormous degree of secrecy pervades every part of the NHS, particularly with regard to patient harm.
Bruce Fraser was born in 1910 and like Godber went to school in Bedford, but to a different school – Bedford School – and then studied at Trinity College, Cambridge. In 1933 he was appointed to the Scottish Office and then to the Treasury in 1936. He was briefly the Minister for Aviation in 1960 and then became the Permanent Secretary at the DHSS. Between 1964-65 Fraser worked in the Dept of Education and Science and then in the Ministry of Land and Resources, 1965-66. He was Comptroller and Auditor General, ie. the head of the Exchequer and Audit Dept (now the National Audit Office), 1966-71.
Sir Bruce Fraser co-authored a classic text for civil servants, ‘The Complete Plain Words’ with Sir Ernest Gower. This was a guide as to how to teach officials and others to write clearly and it was published by HMSO. HMSO did of course produce the guidelines for Gov’t Depts such as the DHSS. When I first began experiencing problems with the mental health services in north Wales I requested a copy of my medical records – by then I had been lied to, lied about, repeatedly threatened and my records had also been crudely doctored (so to speak) after I had complained about Gwynne the lobotomist. I was told that it was illegal for me to access my records – I knew that this was nonsense, so in the end I called at the office of the pen pusher who was at the time Mr Big Pen Pusher in Gwynedd Health Authority, Bernard Rhodes. I had acquired a publication from HMSO in which the guidelines re patient access to medical records was set out. Bernard started lying to me again – he had already done so by letter – so I quoted out of the HMSO publication. Bernard yelled at me that perhaps I’d like to have a conversation with HMSO then – HMSO wrote the publication from which I was quoting for Bernard’s guidance, so there’d be no point in me conversing with HMSO, it wasn’t them that were lying to me. I yelled at Bernard that the NHS was there for the sake of the patients not the doctors. At this point Bernard lost it completely, yelled ‘NO NO NO’ and threw me out of his office (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Of Notoriety Now Keeping A Low(er) Profile’). I now have a copy of a letter that Bernard wrote and cc’d to a number of people after that meeting which stated that ‘the less said to this young lady the better’. Presumably because I had caught them lying and breaking the law. I didn’t realise at the time that the mental health services were facilitating a paedophile ring, participating in serious criminal activities and had been doing so for decades. But Sir Bruce Fraser the man who wrote the guide for officials published by HMSO knew that they were, as did many other people. No-one took any action to stop them.
Earlier today I watched a 1968 episode of ‘Tomorrow’s World’ which featured a few Top Doctors from Godber’s time as CMO – he will have personally known some of them. BBC News Online made the clip available on their website because it has just been the anniversary of Christiaan Barnard performing the first human to human heart transplant – Barnard faced a great deal of opposition from the Top Doctors at the time and ‘Tomorrow’s World’ screened a question and answer session between Barnard and other Top Doctors following the transplant.
In 1968 Dafydd and Gwynne were in their heyday and many, many people in the UK medical establishment and in Gov’t knew just how serious their wrongdoing was. As with authorities who are now being faced with evidence of organised child abuse which they ignored, when the Top Doctors are faced with their wrongdoing of yesteryear, the excuse of ‘ooh society saw things differently then’ tends to be trotted out. No – child molesting has never been acceptable which was why so many people worked so hard to conceal it and even went as far as killing the witnesses. ‘It was different in the 70s’ – well yes the clothes people wore were of a different style and attitudes to things like mixed race marriages and gay relationships were different, but I was alive and kicking in the 70s and at no time do I remember molesting children being considered an OK way to spend one’s time. Likewise no Top Doctor would have publicly endorsed facilitating a paedophile ring, trafficking psychiatric patients into prostitution and illegally imprisoning young women because they have complained about one’s mate’s highly improper behaviour towards them. Would they Dafydd? Or come to think of it neither they would they have endorsed perjury, hounding complainants AND their friends out of jobs, threatening them and then trying to bribe them when the threats didn’t work.
The Top Doctors knew exactly how they should have been conducting business and this is exemplified on the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ clip. Christiaan Barnard is accused of breaching confidentiality, of putting patients at risk, of seeking publicity and thus cheapening medicine and of misrepresenting the success of his surgery. The level of debate was excellent – the Top Doctors certainly knew what they should have been doing and because they were being filmed they did indeed do it, whilst they paid attention and sat up straight in their suits with their ties done up, with freshly applied Brylcreem and a side parting and horn-rimmed specs. Christiaan Barnard was not even running a paedophile gang, but the Top Docs gave him a real grilling.
However the Top Docs gave the game away. They were happy to converse and debate with each other even when they strongly disagreed, but unfortunately someone had let in someone else who was Not A Top Doctor – one Malcolm Muggeridge. Muggeridge actually raised many very similar points to the Top Doctors but they weren’t going to take that from a bloody journalist. They were consistently rude to him using every technique in their repertoire to undermine him. Muggeridge insisted on completely disgracing himself and the Top Doctors did what they did to me on every occasion when I faced them with evidence of their criminal activities – they all joined forces and refused to answer Muggeridge’s question and they ordered Barnard to ‘ignore that question’ as well. So what had Muggeridge said which outraged the Top Doctors so much? He had asked whether Christiaan Barnard had carried out this very controversial surgery in cape Town in South Africa using a ‘coloured person’ as a donor because of the apartheid regime placing less value on the lives of certain citizens. Christ those Top Doctors did not like that. It was as if Muggeridge had accused them of running a paedophile ring. As I watched the Top Doctors sharply draw in their breath and harrumph away in disgust at Muggeridge daring to suggest such a thing, I remembered how many medical techniques had indeed been pioneered on black people – or on psychiatric patients of course – until everyone was convinced that the technique or treatment was safe. In 1968 black people in South Africa routinely experienced far poorer standards of healthcare than white people. Black and white people did not usually use the same hospitals or even share the same doctors. Furthermore the South African police had a habit of violently assaulting and even killing black people and the Top Doctors were not overly concerned about this. We doctors???? Discriminate against black people???? In apartheid South Africa??? How very dare you. Don’t answer that man.
We doctors??? Lie on your medical records??? Then alter them??? Then threaten you and ensure that you were sacked??? Then illegally imprison you and perjure ourselves in Court?? Then ensure that your friends who know what we did were sacked as well??? Dr Dafydd Alun Jones is having sex with patients??? You’re mad – how very dare you. No we will not communicate with you under any circumstances particularly now that you’re in possession of documents written by us in which we admit that we did everything of which you accused us and a great deal more besides.
The Top Docs don’t like admitting this but in the NHS black patients are far more likely to be sectioned, detained in locked wards and forcibly ‘medicated’. They are also more likely to be killed by staff ‘restraining’ them or to be tasered by the police to ‘calm them down’. This has been the case for many, many years although the Top Docs are of course committed to fighting discrimination and stigma. Not that they’ve ever discriminated against or stigmatised anyone in the first place.
Let’s have a look at some of those who featured on the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ programme who stopped speaking to Muggeridge – simply because he suggested a very real possibility – who were leading figures in medicine whilst Dafydd and Gwynne were being allowed to do whatever they felt like by George Godber.
Lord Robert Platt: Platt was a kidney specialist but is actually most well-known for his debate with George Pickering in the 1940s-50s regarding hypertension. Although Lord Platt was a central figure in the UK medical establishment, he wasn’t your typical Top Doctor and was considered frighteningly liberal. He was born in 1900 in Marylebone and his parents established and ran a co-educational boarding school in Derbyshire – his mother was one of the first women to become one of HM Inspectors of Schools. His uncle was a close friend of Keir Hardie and his cousin had been involved in the Spanish Civil War.
Platt studied medicine at Sheffield University and qualified in 1921. He worked as a physician at the Royal Infirmary Sheffield in the 1930s and built up an extensive private practice at the same time. The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ site explains that Platt became a ‘socialist’ during his war service. He resigned from the BMA in 1947 and never rejoined. Platt was an enthusiastic supporter of the NHS. He was awarded the Chair of Medicine at Manchester University in 1946 and for much of his career he was head of Central Manchester Health Authority. Platt was a member of the Royal Commission on Medical Education and a member of the first working party set up to review the medical staffing of hospitals. He Chaired the Merit Awards Committee and at various times was President of the FPA (Family Planning Association), ASH and the National Society for the Abolition of Cruel Sports. Platt was supportive of women in medicine.
Lord Platt was also President of the Eugenics Society. In the early part of the 20th century eugenics had not yet become toxic and many people considered quite respectable supported eugenics, but as the years passed, eugenics became associated with some rather worrying people (see post ‘The Case Of The King’s Sperm’). I note that Lord Platt was still involved with the Eugenics Society in the mid-60s.
Platt was President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1957-62. The Royal College are most grateful to Lord Platt because he oversaw the relocation of the College into their present Regent’s Park building, in much the same way that the Royal College of Psychiatrists have been forever grateful to the man who bagged them their palatial residence.
Lord Platt sat as a crossbencher after he was given a peerage. It is noted that he spoke on pornography and euthanasia, but the Royal College of Physicians remarks that latterly he supported ‘less progressive concerns’ such as the preservation of the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital and opposed the compulsory wearing of seat belts. It’s interesting that the Royal College categorise Lord Platt’s support for the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital as ‘less progressive’. When Camden Area Health Authority announced the closure of that hospital in 1976 it was not a bunch of Neanderthals who campaigned to keep it open, it was feminist groups as well as other women. The Elizabeth Garrett Anderson was the only hospital which was for women and staffed entirely by women – women who had previously had bad experiences with men very much appreciated the Elizabeth Garett Anderson. Camden Area Health Authority ignored the protests and closed the hospital in 1979. In 1979 Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch for a year. William Kerr and Michael Haslam were raping and abusing female mental health patients in Yorkshire and were afforded complete protection (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’). John Allen’s paedophile gang and trafficking business in north Wales was booming and was being ably assisted by Dafydd and the mental health services in north Wales. Mental health patients and kids in care in Camden were also being abused and exploited, on the doorstep of Frank Dobson, Tessa Jowell and many others who later became leading lights in the Labour Party under Tony Blair (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).
Lord Platt was an accomplished cello player and was active in a variety of music organisations.
Lord Platt was rather different to the other Top Doctors of his era. He will have known about horrors like the appalling institutional abuse of vulnerable people by the NHS and was a very powerful figure in an era in which Top Doctors were even more powerful than they are now. But I can find no record of even Lord Platt speaking out against the abuse of certain groups within the NHS. Perhaps he just felt that it was a hill too steep to climb – the Royal College implied that he had evolved into a daft old buffer because he dared support a massively popular hospital providing a much needed service and because he dissented on the seatbelts business. The campaign to make wearing seatbelts a legal obligation was backed by the BMA – and promoted by a man called Jimmy Savile.
Another Top Doctor in the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ audience was Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Sir Thomas went to Oriel College, Oxford and then to the Middlesex Hospital, where he qualified in 1926. He was some ten years older than Gwynne the lobotomist who also qualified at the Middlesex. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ names a few other Middlesex alumni who became very big names in medicine whilst Gwynne and his protégé Dafydd were allowed to wreak havoc in north Wales. Sir Thomas developed open heart surgery units at the Middlesex, Harefield and the National Heart Hospitals. Sir Thomas himself worked at Harefield from the outbreak of WWII util he retired and it was he who put Harefield on the map. Harefield has an international reputation as does its star surgeon Professor Magdi Yacoub. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ discusses some world-leading research conducted by Magdi Yacoub with Professor Julia Polak, who when I worked at Hammersmith Hospital was widely reputed to have been perpetrating research fraud.
Thomas Holmes Sellors was President of the Royal College of Surgeons, 1969-72 and President of the BMA in 1972.
Holmes Sellors was ‘active in the medico-political field’ from the inception of the NHS and he is remembered for having a taste for ‘gracious living’, with homes in London and Buckinghamshire. Holmes Sellors remained active for many years after his retirement and was, among other things, the Chairman and later the President of the Medical Council on Alcoholism. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was constructed as an ‘alcohol and drugs specialist’ (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).
Thomas Holmes Sellors had a stroke when he was older and in 1986 spent time in hospital. Sir Reginald Murley, who wrote the tribute to Holmes Sellors on the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ site, remembered that he went to visit Sir Thomas who was ‘chuckling with glee’ whilst reading a tabloid newspaper which he’d only purchased because no other newspapers were available in the hospital. Murley noticed Sir Thomas’s ‘unusual reading matter’ and observed that Holmes Sellors was reading about a ‘house of ill-repute on Ambleside Avenue, Streatham’ and remarked to Murley that ‘I had two respectable maiden aunts who lived there. Heaven knows what they would say if they could read that’. What a pair of jolly old buffers Holmes Sellors and Raymond Murley must have been. It was not mentioned in the ‘Lives of the Fellows’ that the house of ill-repute in question, Cynthia Payne’s brothel, was just down the road from St George’s Hospital Medical School and that a number of consultants were clients of Madam Cyn’s. As were a number of judges, MPs, peers, lawyers and clergymen. After Madam Cyn was first raided in 1978 she went to prison, although none of her customers did. Business continued after her release and she was raided again in 1986, which will have been what Holmes Sellors was reading about. No-one understood quite why but she was treated very much more leniently on that occasion, although it wasn’t because the Courts had become any more liberal or less hypocritical.
In 1986 Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s, was imprisoned for the possession of huge quantities of child pornography. He was released on appeal after a sympathetic judge commented that his collection of kiddie porn could be compared to a collection of cigarette cards. One of the detectives who worked on the Brooke case later revealed that Brooke was Mr Big in a pan-European paedophile network.
One person who had a great deal of knowledge about the activities at Ambleside Avenue and those who visited the brothel was David Sutch, who lived there himself with Madam Cyn for a while. Sadly he cannot enlighten us now because he hung himself in 1999 – so he was dead before the cover-up that was the Waterhouse Report was published in 2000. David Sutch suffered from manic depression and didn’t seem to get the care that he needed from the colleagues of the brothel’s customers. For more background on Ambleside Avenue and the convenience of David Sutch’s suicide, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.
Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors was among the very top of the Top Doctors – he is so revered that the Royal College didn’t just have the usual portrait of him painted, they had a whole sculpture made! There is a bust of this glorious man in the Royal College.
Between 1958-67 Holmes Sellors was Chair of the joint consultants committee, which links the BMA with the representatives of the Royal Colleges. Until I read this I didn’t know exactly what the joint consultants committee was, although I’d long since wondered. I’d wondered because in 1988 when I was told that my complaints about the mental health services in north Wales were finally going to be heard, it was the joint consultants committee who appointed Professor Robert Bluglass to investigate my complaints.
Bluglass ignored every part of my complaint relating to Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services and stressed that I had caused a lot of trouble and a lot of people great annoyance, although he had documentary evidence that Dafydd had broken the law and lied repeatedly (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). No action was taken against anyone. Much more recently I discovered that Bluglass was a close colleague of Professor Ian Brockington – Brockington had been Tony Francis’s boss immediately before Tony Francis relocated to north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Some three years after Bluglass blamed my unreasonableness for the wrongdoing of people who were facilitating a paedophile gang, a patient was murdered at Ashworth Hospital. Robert Bluglass was appointed to lead the investigation. He in turn appointed two nurses to help him – one nurse was one of the senior nurses from the Reaside Clinic, the clinic of which Bluglass was clinical director and the other was one of Dafydd’s senior nurses. Not only did Dafydd himself send ‘dangerous’ patients to Ashworth , but after I complained about a nurse who assaulted me whilst I was in Denbigh my complaint was not investigated on the grounds that the nurse concerned, Stephen Rose, had left Denbigh for a job at Park Lane Hospital. Park Lane merged with Moss Side to form Ashworth Hospital. There were a number of inquiries into the very serious problems at Ashworth, including the inquiry led by Bluglass. Problems included patients being violently and sexually assaulted by staff, children being taken into the hospital to visit paedophiles, child porn discovered on the premises and a number of deaths. Things just never seemed to improve, although I’m sure that Bluglass did his best.
I now have documents in my possession which demonstrate that one organisation who provided Tony Francis with advice and support after I complained about the wrongdoing of the mental health services was the BMA. Bluglass, Francis and Dafydd were all members and/or fellows of the Royal College of Psychiatrists.
Professor Catherine Robinson, one of the ‘suicide experts’ who works for the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, used to be married to a psychologist who worked at Ashworth! Catherine herself worked at Denbigh! Time to make a police statement Catherine rather than simply warning all your former colleagues that I was preparing to publish what I knew?
For some unknown reason, a few years ago Bluglass asked for his name to be removed from the medical register and all references to him disappeared from the internet. He has reappeared online now though. There’s a nice photo of him drinking champagne with his friends and he and his wife Kerry – also a Top Doctor – enjoy themselves singing in an elite choir, the St James’s Singers. Dame Judi Dench is their Patron. Dame Judi gave an interview recently in which she explained that she didn’t mind getting old but sadly her eye-sight is so bad that she can’t read anymore. She obviously can’t see who’s in her fucking choir either.
This blog has paid attention to wrongdoing and fuckwittery being passed down through the generations. Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors did not let the side down in this regard. He had a son – Sir Patrick Holmes Sellors. Sir Patrick died in 2010 but whilst he was alive he was certainly what my friend Brown would call a ‘highly effective shit’.
Patrick Holmes Sellors studied at Oriel College, Oxford and the Middlesex Hospital, like his father. He became an ophthalmologist and due to his general marvellouness he was appointed as a consultant at dear old St George’s when he was just 31. Sir Patrick was also a consultant at the Royal Marsden Hospital and had an extensive private practice. He was honorary consultant to the King Edward VII Hospital for Officers and for St Luke’s Hospital for the Clergy. In 1974 Sir Patrick was appointed Surgeon Oculist to the Royal Household and in 1980 to HM the Queen herself.
Sir Patrick’s obituaries however tell us that his ‘main skill’ lay in ‘medico-legal work’. He must have been very skilled indeed if that eclipsed his Royal duties – his obits mention how Top Doctors would consult Sir Patrick for ‘help’. Sir Patrick was so good at getting Top Doctors out of trouble that he joined the Council of the MDU in 1977 and remained there until he retired in 2003, whereupon the MDU made him an honorary fellow.
When the Edward VII Hospital incurred all that bad publicity after a nurse killed herself, a glowering Lord Simon Glenarthur was wheeled out to intimidate the press. Simon Glenarthur was Chair of the Hospital – he had also been Director of the MDU since 2002. Simon Glenarthur was the Health Minister responsible for the ‘tainted blood’ scandal which resulted in the death of a great many haemophiliacs, although his name was kept under the radar (see post ‘Update On ‘Tainted Blood’ Scandal – The Culprit’).
It was the MDU who provided Dr Tony Francis and his wife, Dr Sadie Francis, with legal ‘advice’ throughout the years 1987-1995 – and I suspect after that as well – as I was repeatedly arrested and prosecuted on the basis of their perjury and the perjury of their colleagues. I have copies of letters that the MDU lawyers wrote to the Francis’s strongly advising them to cease their litigation against me and telling them that there was not the evidence for the claims that they were making. The Francis’s refused to drop the cases so the MDU went ahead regardless, in the knowledge that the allegations against me were untrue. One of the MDU lawyers, Ann Ball, had an extended telephone conversation with me and I told her myself of the criminal wrongdoing that I had witnessed in north Wales. Anne Ball told me that the Francis’s ‘didn’t know’ about any of it. Yet at that time Anne and her colleagues knew that the Francis’s were lying on oath and encouraging others to lie on oath whilst demanding my imprisonment. I also have copies of letters written by Tony and Sadie Francis cc’d to Dr Ian Sanderson of the MDU, complaining about the ‘threat’ that I presented to them and other staff – the ‘threat’ being that I was writing letters of complaint and arriving at Ysbyty Gwynedd in person when my complaints had not been investigated (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’). The barrister employed by the MDU in the 1991 attempt to have me imprisoned on the lies of the Francis’s was Sir Robert Francis QC (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’). Robert Francis is considered such a safe pair of hands that he has Chaired many investigations into NHS failures, including the inquiry into the care and treatment of Michael Stone after Stone’s conviction for double murder – Michael Stone has always maintained his innocence and was only ever arrested because a Top Doctor phoned someone and stated his belief that Stone Had Done It after watching the murders discussed on Crimewatch. Stone’s legal team are now back in Court once more with new evidence which they believe demonstrates his innocence. A crucial bit of evidence uncovered by Stone’s legal team previously ‘went missing’ on its way to the forensic labs.
Sir Patrick retired in 2003. At the time of his retirement I had just been charged with ‘threatening to kill’ Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, on the basis of numerous NHS staff lying in police statements about me – once again. The police who arrested me said that if I was found guilty I’d be looking at a prison sentence of seven years. The case collapsed two years later when it became clear that I hadn’t threatened to kill anyone (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). There was no investigation as to why so many people had lied to the police and had turned up to Court to lie in the witness box. Last year I found out that after that case, the PNC had been unlawfully accessed to record a conviction of ‘violent disorder’ against my name and a certificate of indictment had also been forged, stating that I had been found guilty of ‘violent disorder’ (see post ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’ and ‘An Update On Those Legal Condundrums’). I wrote to the North Wales Police’s legal services about this and am still waiting for their explanation.
Sir Patrick died in St Thomas’s Hospital after being taken ill at an MDU celebratory dinner in 2010. What they were celebrating I do not know but he died after his colleagues’ efforts at medical treatment proved unsuccessful. Which seems like natural justice after Holmes Sellors’ career of ensuring that dangerous, lying, criminal doctors got away with framing innocent people, refusing people treatment even in life threatening situations as well as running paedophile gangs and people trafficking rackets.
Tony Francis killed himself a few years ago when Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I was surprised to hear that Sadie Francis had told neighbours that Tony had killed himself because of me no less – namely my ‘harassment’ of him. This presumably was the ‘harassment’ that Sadie’s own MDU lawyers told her to stop telling porkies about many, many years ago. I had not seen let alone communicated with either of the Francis’s for a number of years before Tony Francis’s death. My harassment of criminals aiding a paedophile ring must have had supernatural qualities – what a pity it didn’t cause them to stop their involvement in serious crime twenty years ago.
Time for a visit to the police station Sadie? This time to provide details of who else was involved in the paedophile ring, rather than a statement consisting of a pack of lies about me or indeed any other patient – I was not the only one arrested for ‘threatening’ staff or for other crimes that many people did not believe had been committed. Such as Lee Crabtree – a seriously ill young father who was arrested for ‘attempted robbery’, remanded in Altcourse Prison and who hung himself hours later. The details of Mr Crabtree’s ‘crime’ consisted of him ‘escaping from’ – ie. walking out of – the Hergest Unit whilst in distress and then trying the door of an Angel’s car in a rather ham-fisted getaway attempt. The police took him back into the ward – only to be told by the Hergest Unit that they would not readmit him and insisted on him being charged with attempted robbery. His wife knew nothing about any of this until Altcourse Prison telephoned her to tell her that he had killed himself and that his ‘property’ (ie. clothes) was still at the Hergest Unit. She rang the Unit and an Angel told her that they were far too busy to go looking for lost property. Well they’ll have been needed down the station to lie their arses off to the police in an attempt to frame the next patient who had dared complain. And to man the hot-line to the MDU.
Tony and Sadie Francis’s son is a lawyer. He specialises in ‘medico-legal’ matters. He represents health and welfare organisations rather than patients who have suffered harm. At one point his CV was boasting of the many thousands of pounds that he had saved one local authority after challenging the provision of patients’ care packages.
At the height of the time of the Francis’s allegations that I was about to murder them in cold blood, a particularly foul police sergeant whom Tony Francis seemed to be on very good terms with told me to jump off the Menai Suspension Bridge because ‘decent’ people didn’t want me near them. This was just months before the five witnesses to the activities of the paedophile gang which operated in north Wales and Cheshire were murdered in an arson attack caused by a decent person chucking a petrol bomb into the building where the witnesses had been invited to a party (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). I don’t know the name of the Ginger Pig, but he was the Sergeant in Menai Bridge Police Station in 1991. There will be records relating to him and his activities – unless of course they’ve gone up in flames as did the records off all of the children who had ever passed through the Bryn Alyn Community at the start of the Waterhouse Inquiry.
So what about Malcolm Muggeridge, the man who mentioned what is now called institutional racism, who so angered the Top Doctors? The caricature of Muggeridge subscribed to by comedians in the 70s and 80s was always that of a man as old as the hills wringing his hands and banging on about religion. So it was quite a surprise when Jean Seaton’s book ‘Pinkoes and Traitors: The BBC and the Nation 1974-87’ claimed that Muggeridge ‘groped incontinently’. Seaton is the ‘official BBC historian’. She accuses the BBC of being, in years gone by, log jammed with dreadful misogynist men and mentions someone ‘in authority’ who persistently asked young women if he could spank them. I presume that this was ‘Spanker’, a man whose name I have forgotten but who was the subject of a number of ‘Private Eye’ articles in the 1980s – unless of course the BBC were employing more than one man who asked his young female colleagues to participate in spanking sessions with him. Seaton records that after a group of outraged female employees approached the Governors about Spanker’s activities, he was relocated to America in another BBC post which came with a luxurious New York apartment thrown in.
I remember the case of Spanker well, because not long after there was another Spanker who hit the news – only this one was a GP in south London. He had asked a number of women patients to keep diaries of their sexual fantasies, read them with him and in return he spanked them. A number of patients made representation to the GMC. In his defence Spanker explained that he was a Committed Christian and he believed that his treatment was helping these troubled women. During the fitness to practice hearing, ‘Private Eye’ ran their spoof ‘A Doctor Writes’ column making reference to a doctor who is spanking his patients soon finding himself an ex-doctor. Of course because the GMC was involved Spanker didn’t become an ex-doctor, he was allowed to continue practising and probably spanking as well.
Seaton’s book refers to an incident in which Robin Day asked Joan Bakewell ‘do men stare at your breasts when you interview them?’. That’s the Robin Day who was a lifelong friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse who concealed rather more serious wrongdoing in north Wales than men staring at Joan’s boobs. I take Seaton’s point that the BBC was crawling with appalling old men who constantly propositioned younger women, but as I discussed in my post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work’ some of those women exploited that situation for their own benefit. In fact Joan Bakewell herself freely admits that she shagged a lot of people who assisted her career and Esther Rantzen achieved greatness by having an affair with and then marrying Desmond Wilcox. It’s not rocket science and it’s a lot easier than working long hours for years and competing on merit.
Seaton argues that Strong Women at the BBC eventually refused to be walked over and denounced the behaviour of their male colleagues and Changed Things. So that is why the Strong Women all remained silent about Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall. It must also be why Jo Brand is wheeled out by the BBC constantly – and was again this morning on Radio 4 – as an example of a woman who’s not afraid to take on the Men, as exemplified by her giving Ian Hislop a bollocking on ‘Have I Got News For You’ a few weeks ago. That’s the Jo Brand who is a former psychiatric nurse who is married to a man who still works as a psychiatric nurse and who is an ambassador for MIIND – who has said precisely nothing about the abuse of psychiatric patients by the mental health services. Ian Hislop edits a magazine which regularly highlights cases in which psychiatric patients have been killed whilst in the care of the state. Which is probably why he isn’t a MIND ambassador.
Seaton’s book mentions that George Howard, the Chairman of the BBC Governors 1980-83, attempted to charge the BBC for what was thought to be the use of a prostitute. Seaton’s book does mention Savile – but only in the context of the only discussion about him by the Governors being one concerning how to ration Thatcher’s appearances on his radio and TV programmes.
Seaton’s book was published in 2015 – Dame Janet Smith who led the Public Inquiry into the extent of Savile’s abuse called for witnesses with evidence to come forward early in 2012 , so Seaton would have known what Savile had been up to by the time that she was writing that book. Shortly after Seaton’s book was published she had to offer an apology to the family of Huw Wheldon after she accused him of being one of the BBC gropers. Huw Wheldon came from north Wales, went to Friars School in Bangor and had close links to the paedophiles’ friends.
Malcom Muggeridge famously appeared on the TV programme Friday Night Saturday Morning in 1979 in the company of Mervyn Stockwood to denounce Monty Python’s Life of Brian.
Mervyn Stockwood was the Bishop of Southwark, 1959-80. He came from Bridgend in south Wales – where his father was a solicitor – and then went to Christ’s College, Cambridge, graduating in 1934. Stockwood was the archetypal trendy vicar of his day and in the 1960s created what became known as ‘South Bank religion’. He was a liberal theologian who supported homosexual law reform and he blessed gay relationships, although he claimed to be celibate himself. Mervyn Stockwood, like many clergymen of his time, turned a blind eye to many things. He no doubt kept quiet about much in Southwark but Mervyn Stockwood was the honorary assistant Bishop of Bath and Wells and he kept quiet about a great deal in Somerset as well.
I went to junior school in Somerset with a girl from a church-going family whose dad was a churchwarden. Suddenly the family stopped going to church or indeed having any involvement with the church or village life at all. They were denounced as snobs by the much of the rest of the village, particularly when they took their two daughters away from the local school and sent them to a private school. The vicar remarked on how sad he was to see them turning their backs on the parish. What most people didn’t know was that the sister of the girl who I was in class with had been sexually abused by the vicar. No-one found out until she had a ‘nervous breakdown’ and was hospitalised in Taunton. The vicar went to visit her on the grounds that he was, well, the vicar. The staff let him in whereupon he then molested her in the hospital and was caught red-handed by a nurse. The vicar then rang the girl’s parents and told them that if they prosecuted him he would ensure that the village would discover the identity of their daughter whom he had molested and she would end up in an even worse state than she was already. The girl’s dad went to the local policeman – only to discover that he had been threatened with disciplinary action himself if he took any action against the vicar at all. It transpired that the girl was by no means the only victim of that vicar. Before anyone had ever discovered that he had molested her, 36 women had complained about him harassing them to the Bishop of Bath and Wells. They had all been told that the Church would deal with it and although some of them knew that the vicar had made a nuisance of himself with other adult women, only three of them knew of the extent of it and they didn’t realise that he was abusing children as well. It was then discovered that the vicar was the biological father of one of the other children in the village and that this was such a common situation that the Church had made financial arrangements for such children and referred to them as ‘children of the Church’ (as opposed to the children of the vicars). It got better. One of the few people who did know about the extent of this vicar’s offending then found out that he had been transferred to the parish in Somerset after behaving in exactly the same way in a parish in Lincolnshire.
As for letting the Church deal with it – the vicar remained as vicar of that parish until he retired nearly twenty years later. His wife continued as Brown Owl of the village Brownie pack and her husband would kindly give lifts to the Brownies when they attended pack meetings. He continued to hold confirmation classes in the rectory, which was how he initially gained access to the girl whom he molested even on hospital premises.
That particular vicar came from a well-known legal family and a number of his relations were barristers and judges.
This was not the only degenerate vicar in Somerset whom I knew of. There was another one in a parish a few miles away who was a man in his mid-fifties married to a woman many years younger than himself – the story was that he had been a teacher and that she had been one of his pupils. What with him being a former teacher, he used to pop into the local primary school to give the kids R.E. lessons. On one occasion he hit one of the boys so hard that he injured him. This man disappeared from the parish a few years later, to the great relief of the local school kids. Not because he was violently assaulting them, but because he had stolen thousands from Church funds. The Bishop explained that he wouldn’t be prosecuted because he was in a difficult situation with that young wife and five children and he was an alcoholic to boot.
All this occurred when I presume Mervyn Stockwood was the Bishop’s assistant. I can only imagine what might have been going on that I never heard about. However I’m glad to say that the Life of Brian did come to the cinema in Bridgwater and we all enjoyed it. A few years later when I made friends with someone who had grown up in Pwllheli he told me that the Life of Brian had been banned there and he’d not yet seen it. Oh well, in Somerset we just had violent, thieving, dirty vicars – so the local teenagers got to see the Life Of Brian. In Gwynedd they had the paedophile gang run by Dafydd and Lucille, so obviously the very idea of screening a blasphemous film would be completely beyond the pale.
The man behind Mervyn Stockwood’s appointment was Geoffrey Fisher, the Archbishop of Canterbury, 1945-61. Fisher was a keen Freemason, the Grand Chaplain in the United Grand Lodge of England. He presided over Princess Elizabeth’s wedding and over her coronation. Fisher retired in 1961 and strongly advised Harold Macmillan against appointing Michael Ramsey as his successor. It is alleged that Fisher told Macmillan that Dr Ramsey was ‘a theologian, a scholar and a man of prayer and therefore is entirely unsuitable as Archbishop of Canterbury. I have known him all my life. I was his headmaster at Repton’. Former pupils at Repton School alleged that Fisher really enjoyed caning boys for no good reason, even by the standards of the time. Macmillan appointed Ramsey as Archbishop anyway.
To return to the man with whom I began this post, Sir George Godber. As with Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors, George Godber’s Top Doctor genes were passed onto the next generation, specifically to his son, Dr Colin Godber.
Colin Godber is a psychogeriatrician who is now a Trustee of Age Concern. He has lived in Hampshire since 1971 – when his dad George will still have been CMO. We are told that Colin Godber was ‘instrumental in the development of mental health services for older people in and around Southampton’. Hampshire mental health services were renamed Southern Health NHS Foundation Trust in 2011. They have been in the news over the last two years or so after it was revealed that hundreds of people had died in their care but the vast majority of the deaths had not been investigated. The Southern Health Scandal only became public as a result of the tenacity of Dr Sara Ryan who refused to be fobbed off with lies or threatened into silence after her son Connor Sparrowhawk drowned in the bath whilst in the care of Southern. Sara received an insulting telephone call from a member of staff at Southern, the son of a Board member sent out a tweet calling her a ‘fucking pest’ after he had read a confidential report containing details od Connor’s case and the psychiatrist responsible for Connor’s ‘care’ referred to Sara as a ‘toxic woman’. Southern were eventually prosecuted by the HSE. Hundreds of people DIED. Southern were prosecuted by the HSE – for, I think, only Connor’s death. After the hundreds of deaths but before Sara kicked up a fuss, the CEO of Southern, Katrina Percy, won an award for ‘CEO of the Year’ from HSJ (Health Services Journal).
Colin Godber retired in 2005 and now provides ‘advocacy between the NHS, local authorities and voluntary services’.
In 2014 the journal ‘Old Age Psychiatry’ published a piece entitled ‘A Psychogeriatrician – The Crème de la Crème’. An intriguing title because psychogeriatrics is the most unpopular and least prestigious of any medical speciality. Jobs are going begging and if they are filled are filled by Top Doctors who for some reason have not been able to secure work elsewhere or overseas doctors. This has been the case for many years. The article opened with a piece written by Lord McColl of Dulwich, a retired surgeon, who related a story about Colin Godber and Professor Simon Lovestone in the Lords debate on ‘Mental and Physical Health: Parity of Esteem’ on Oct 10, 2013.
McColl explained that his own wife had suffered from Alzheimers and he wanted to pay tribute to the Maudsley Hospital who were ‘superb’, especially Professor Simon Lovestone. McColl explained that Lovestone had been inspired to become a psychogeriatrician, who, McColl told the Lords, were ‘the crème de la crème of the psychiatry world’, by one Colin Godber. The story was that Lovestone met Godber and Godber invited him to come and visit one of his patients at home. At the patient’s house, Lovestone witnessed the patient prepare ‘a nice cream tea’ and then play the piano for half an hour. Lovestone later observed that the patient didn’t seem to be much of a patient and Godber explained that the man whom they had visited wasn’t the patient, it was his wife who had been the patient and Godber had been her doctor. She had died some two years ago and on the anniversary of her death, Godber always went to have tea with her widower. Lovestone was so amazed by the experience that he dedicated the rest of his life to psychiatry.
I don’t know how true this story was – like a few other things that have come out of the mouths of Top Doctors and Angels, it is probably more worthy of Enid Blyton than ‘Old Age Psychiatry’. McColl had already told a whopper when he described psychogeriatricians as the ‘crème de la crème’, but he was telling that whopper to a bunch of Lords most of whom will have not known their arses from their elbows re the Top Doctors and their specialities because most of them are politicians who have been put out to grass to the best day centre in the UK – the others who are Top Doctors themselves have spent their careers lying through their teeth in exactly the same way that McColl was, so they weren’t going to blow the gaffe. I do know that EMI patients in Godber’s care will not have been treated to nice cream teas. Particularly if they were in the care of Southern Health.
As for Lord McColl, the man who was happy to kick-start this fantasy on behalf of the Top Doctors – he is of course a Top Doctor himself, the Professor of Surgery at Guy’s Hospital who retired in 1996 and will know damn well the state of mental health care for the elderly. If his own wife really did receive ‘superb’ care, it will have been because as the wife of a Top Doctor who is also sitting in the Lords someone at the Maudsley decided that she was deserving of a rather better service than the rest of the population. Ian McColl is a Tory peer who was given his peerage in 1989 as a result of his work for disabled people – which is so gobsmacking that I’d like to find out more. He was PPS to John Major, 1994-97 – during the years when Major and Hague organised the cover-up into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal… Between 1997-2000 McColl was Shadow Minister for Health and a Trustee and surgeon to Mercy Ships. I don’t think that I’ll dare step aboard one of those if McColl is all that will stand between me and death. McColl recently became an advocate to stop human trafficking and in June 2015 he introduced a Private Members Bill to prohibit the advertising of prostitution.
The Maudsley trained Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and certainly in 1991 Dr Paul Bowden, a leading light at the Maudsley, was still concealing Dafydd’s wrongdoing.
Godber seems to have spent many years perpetuating myths about the NHS and the care it offers. Godber was one of the signatories to a letter in ‘The Guardian’ on 7 April 2015 concerning the Coalition Gov’ts management of the NHS – written the month before the General Election. Godber et al write that ‘as medical and public health professionals our primary concern is for all patients’. Signatories to that letter included:
Dr Gwen Adshead, community psychiatrist: Gwen Adshead is both a forensic psychiatrist and a forensic psychotherapist and from 1996 for a number of years worked as a consultant at Broadmoor. She has been referred to the GMC on a number of occasions and I think that she has been involved in controversy regarding false memory syndrome. Gwen is the proud possessor of a degree in mindfulness based cognitive therapy which does rather destroy her credibiliy; Professor Richard Bentall, clinical psychologist, Liverpool University: Richard Bentall trained at Bangor University and spent many years working in north Wales. He knew exactly how abusive the mental health services were, he knew how many patients were left destitute or committed suicide, he will have known Dafydd and almost certainly Gwynne as well, he knew about the fraud that was mindfulness based cognitive therapy (see post ‘The Biggest Expert of The Lot’) and as a former Professor in the School of Psychology at Bangor University, he’ll have known about the wrongdoing in that School (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Before Richard Bentall waved goodbye to Bangor and popped over to Liverpool, a friend of mine was accidentally cc’d into an e mail from Bentall after my friend raised concerns about practice in mental health research in north Wales. Bentall admitted in the e mail that it was now virtually impossible to recruit people from north Wales for clinical trials for mental health projects – that was because the patients had all had such distressing experiences with the local mental health professionals that there was absolutely no goodwill left and they weren’t going to volunteer for anything. After seeing this e mail, I began to wonder where all those people had come from who according to Bentall’s colleagues in north Wales had taken part in trials and projects which were of course all written up as successes and published….
Other signatories were Dr Clare Gerada, the former Chair of the Royal College of GPs, who is married to Professor Sir Simon Wessley, the former President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists; Dr Roger Banks, the former Vice-President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists; Professor Dinash Bhugra, the former President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists – Bhugra was Patron of Mark Williams’s Centre for Mindfulness at Oxford University and has been associated with many other questionable things; Professor Allyson Pollock – who for years has said whatever is convenient and whatever will further her own interests and who featured in my post ‘More Summer Reading’; Professor Wendy Savage, who was a friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain who took part in a major research fraud (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’) – Wendy Savage also spent a long time as a member of the GMC whilst they ignored dangerous doctors; and none other than dear old Dr David Owen (see post ‘Dr Death’).
‘Our primary concern is for all patients’ – every one of those signatories has remained silent about serious harm to vulnerable people and some of them have been personally close to people involved in scandals or have been at the centre of scandals themselves.
‘The Daily Echo’, 7 Sept 2011 reported that five Southampton doctors had signed a letter calling for the Gov’t to stop their NHS reforms because they would result in ‘irreparable harm to the NHS’. Godber was a signatory. The irreparable harm to the NHS in north Wales had occurred decades before, whilst Godber’s dad ensured that Dafydd and Gwynne remained untouchable. Ironically at the time that Godber signed this letter, the Betsi Board in north Wales did have a CEO, Mary Burrows, who was doing her best to confront the entrenched corruption – the crooks who were still alive whom Godber’s father protected and many of their children and friends hounded her out. Since Mary departed the Board has sunk deeper and deeper into the red, is completely unable to recruit and was put into special measures after the biggest scandal involving the abuse and neglect of elderly mentally ill patients that had yet happened in the UK. The crème de la crème! That’s why patients were filmed undercover crawling around naked on floors covered with urine and faeces, one with an untreated broken arm, whilst nurses swore at them (see posts ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’ and ‘Update On Tawel Fan Scandal -Sept 16th 2016’). No member of staff was disciplined – except for the nurse who blew the whistle who was suspended, arrested, sacked and received death threats. A member of staff had previously raised concerns but they were told by a psychogeriatrician – obviously a member of the crème de la crème de la crème – to keep quiet and that he ‘didn’t want any more complaints’.
An earlier offering from Godber appeared in ‘The Independent’ on 16 Aug 1994, in which he blasted that ‘the care of the elderly and others with chronic illness’ has been ‘most blatantly betrayed under the smokescreen of the new double-speak of community care’. Godber mentions the ‘lame semantics’ of a previous correspondent and talks about the ‘concerted effort to squeeze much of NHS hospital respite care out of health’. Godber’s analysis of what was happening at the time was quite correct – I watched it myself in north Wales. The patients who had care withdrawn from them when the day hospital at the Hergest Unit closed down, many of whom died, were the very same patients who could remember what Dafydd had done to them decades previously when Godber senior had ignored it all (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’). In 1994 the Jilllings Investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales since 1974 was underway. The abuse that had been facilitated by Dafydd and Gwynne whilst George Godber was CMO. When the Jillings Report was submitted in 1996 it was so damning that the Council’s insurers ordered it to be withheld from everyone – even the Council who had commissioned it – because what had happened in north Wales was indefensible. The Report was pulped. To this day the only people who read the full unredacted version were the Council’s insurers and legal advisors. See post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’ for details.
George Godber retired in 1973. One of his obituaries observed that ‘the shape of the NHS in the mid 1970s was very materially determined by Godber’s influence’. The Jillings Report investigated the abuse of children in north Wales from 1974 onwards – and the role played by the NHS and other agencies.
Both Godber Major and Godber Minor seem to have been particularly well-versed in the art of the smokescreen of double-speak themselves.
The main stars of this post have both feet in the grave rather than just one, but their poisonous legacy lingers on.
In my post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ I mentioned that one of the many old pupils from Bishop Gore School (formerly Swansea Grammar) who had achieved great eminence was Professor John Howell, President of the BMA, 1989-90. As detailed on previous posts, at this time the Top Doctors in the mental health services in north Wales were busy perjuring themselves in an attempt to have me imprisoned, actually documented their plans to do this and cc’d those plans to their partners in crime in various senior NHS and Social Services posts. In the case of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X), he was using the services of the MDU and Welsh Office lawyers to frame me – although the MDU lawyer, Ann Ball, was telling him not to proceed with litigation against me and the Welsh Office lawyer, Andrew Park, admitted that there was no evidence that I had committed the offences that Francis was alleging. Ann Ball and Andrew Park were well aware that I was raising concerns about Francis and his colleagues being involved in criminal activities – I spoke to Ann Ball about this myself on the telephone. Francis was also cc’ing the BMA into much of his correspondence. The BMA whilst John Howell was President.
John Howell was known as Jack. He died in 2015 and a Diana Brighouse wrote the BMJ’s obituary of him. Diana was one of his former students at Southampton. Diana explained that Jack Howell told her that if ever she needed advice or was concerned about anything, she could always go to him. I bet he did – that is the time honoured method which is used by Top Doctors to identify potential whistleblowers among medical students or junior doctors and get rid of them fast using methods of which they will be unaware and will probably only find out about years later – as I have discovered myself… Diana mentioned that Jack emphasised to her and the other students how important it is to persuade their patients to trust them and he showed them the way by sitting next to patients and asking them where they lived, what they did for a living etc. I remember it well – the corrupt Dr D.G.E. Wood pumped me for info regarding Brown and me and used it to stuff us over, as did Tony Francis. ‘For God’s sake don’t trust me, I’m a doctor facilitating a paedophile gang and the sexual exploitation of patients.’ Diana mourned not only Jack but the sort of medicine that he practiced. I’ve got news for Diana – she has nothing to worry about, Jack’s style of medicine is alive and kicking, even if Jack isn’t. Intriguingly Diana mentioned that all the students called Howell ‘whispering Jack’.
Jack Howell was the co-founder of Southampton Medical School. He was born in Swansea in 1926 and qualified at the Middlesex Hospital in 1950. He was Senior Lecturer and Consultant at the Manchester Royal Infirmary, 1960-69 and in 1969 was appointed Foundation Professor of Medicine at Southampton. He was President of the British Thoracic Society, 1988-89 and Chairman of Southampton District Health Authority, 1983-98.
Jack Howell was a friend and colleague of Donald Acheson who was UK Chief Medical Officer, 1983-91. Acheson was also involved in the foundation and development of Southampton Medical School. Acheson was President of the BMA in 1996-97 – as the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched and began taking evidence. Acheson also trained at the Middlesex Hospital and was a similar vintage to Howell. Dr T. Gwynne Williams, the lobotomist who worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and who assisted Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr Tony Francis in concealing the North Wales Paedophile Ring, trained at the Middlesex Hospital. He was slightly older than Acheson and Howell but the Middlesex has loyal alumni – as do all medical schools – and they will have all known each other. Donald Acheson helped the Tory Gov’t out of a pickle whilst Thatcher’s aide Sir Peter Morrison MP – among others – were abusing children in care in north Wales (see post Professor Prestigious And His Associates’).
Both I and an embryologist who was a graduate of Aberystwyth University had very odd experiences when we were interviewed for jobs at Southampton Medical School’s newly created IVF Unit in 1989. I suspect that part of the explanation for this was my raising concerns about what was going on in north Wales at the time as well as wrongdoing in Southampton Medical School which the people interviewing us feared that we might notice. Please see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’ for full details.
Donald Acheson had – quite incredibly considering what he concealed during his career – carried out work on health inequalities whilst he was CMO. He was assisted in this by one Michael Marmot, now Professor Michael Marmot, the go-to man globally where health inequalities are concerned – I suspect that Acheson and Marmot’s earth shattering contribution to this research is the reason why health inequalities remain stubbornly with us (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). Tony Blair commissioned Acheson to Chair an Inquiry into inequalities in health in 1997 and then in 2008 Gordon Brown commissioned Marmot to review health inequalities. Marmot worked at UCL and was President of the BMA, 2010-11. UCL has a flagship health inequalities unit led by Michael Marmot – which is ‘supported’ by the Department of Health and the BMA.
In 1987 the Middlesex Hospital and UCL merged. The senior administrator who worked at the Court of the University of London who oversaw that merger was Ann Widdecombe. Despite having such a senior job, London University were most helpful to Honest Ann when she was seeking a Conservative seat – she was allowed extensive paid leave to campaign and was even given the use of a member of the secretarial staff from London University to assist her. Widdecombe was also overtly encouraged and supported by her boss at the University when she was involved in covert activity opposing CND. The Anglesey Conservative Association were particularly eager to snare Widdecombe as their Parliamentary candidate. Details of Widdecombe’s extraordinary path to Westminster may be read in my post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’.
Another old boy of Swansea Grammar who was of a similar vintage to Jack Howell was Lord Brian Flowers, who became Rector of Imperial College and then Vice-Chancellor of the University of London. My post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ provides an account of Flowers’ career. I mentioned that Flowers was running the University of London whilst there was endemic misconduct and research fraud occurring at RPMS (Royal Postgraduate Medical School)/Hammersmith Hospital (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’) and whilst St George’s Hospital Medical School employed Oliver Brooke – a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring who was imprisoned for the possession of child porn – as their Professor of Paediatrics. Flowers was in post whilst the University of London was doing all it could to ensure that Ann Widdecombe became a Tory MP.
Whilst I was a postgrad at RPMS, I was told by a fellow student who’s husband was a member of staff there that it was known that one particularly questionable academic at RPMS – even by the standards of RPMS – was Professor Julia Polak. Polak was famed for her utter ruthlessness. She was a Top Doctor who had qualified in Argentina but her qualification wasn’t recognised in the UK. When she arrived in the UK she was taken under the wing of one of the few really decent academics at RPMS who gave her research facilities and helped her to build her career. When he retired and wanted to remain as an Emeritus Professor – by which time Polak was managing the department – Polak refused him any facilities. I was told by more than one person that Polak would do anything to make a name for herself and that she was believed to be committing even more audacious research fraud than many of her colleagues. I met one person who had been shafted by her whilst a PhD student.
A few years after I left London, Julia Polak became famous. She was the centre of a story worthy of the script writers of ‘Holby City’. In the 1990s Polak had begun to feel a little unwell. Nothing serious or too worrying, just a bit of breathlessness really. At the time Polak was working with Professor Sir Magdi Yacoub, the transplant surgeon at Harefield Hospital, researching ways of improving the treatment of patients with pulmonary hypertension. Julia mentioned that she had been experiencing a bit of breathlessness and her colleagues urged her to get herself checked out. After a while she reluctantly agreed to be examined by one of her colleagues at RPMS/Hammersmith Hospital – specifically who does not seem to be public knowledge. To her absolute amazement, not only was she suffering from exactly the same condition on which she and Yacoub were working – pulmonary hypertension – but she was seriously ill as a result of it! In fact she was at death’s door and Magdi recommended a heart and lung transplant. Julia was most reluctant to agree, but after a short while she realised that it was the only answer. She was whisked off to Harefield Hospital where she waited nearly two months in intensive care for organs to become available. The call came at 2am whilst she was on a weekend visit home – so back into Harefield she went and in 1995 the life-saving surgery was performed by the great man himself. Julia laid low for a few weeks, but once she was back on her feet, she realised that her life’s work was now to Discover A Cure for lung disease.
Julia set about publicising Her True Story, founded the Julia Polak Lung Transplant Fund and then along with her colleague Larry Hench she established and later led the Centre for Tissue Engineering and Regenerative Medicine at Imperial College – RPMS/Hammersmith and the other London medical schools were merged with Imperial College at the behest of Lord Brian Flowers. Magdi Yacoub joined Julia’s new Centre. Julia’s Story became the basis for a novel by Rosemary Friedman, ‘Intensive Care’. So business-like was Julia about her Life’s Work that she even produced her own old diseased lungs to show to students at RPMS.
Julia was made. She became Dame Julia and advised on Parliamentary Committees. She obtained funding from the Texas/UK Collaborative Research Initiative in Biosciences. Sadly in 2014 she died of ‘undisclosed causes’. At the time of her death at 75 years old, Dame Julia was one of the world’s longest surviving heart and lung transplant patients.
So someone with a reputation for being prepared to murder her grandmother if it would advance her, as well as for research fraud, who worked in an institution in which misconduct was endemic and in which other senior academics were known to be carrying out research fraud, managed to suddenly develop the condition which she was researching which was only diagnosed by an unidentified colleague in the fraud-plagued institution in which she worked herself, then nearly died of the condition which she was researching which had been diagnosed by her colleague, then made a Lazarusesque recovery after a double transplant performed by another colleague – which took place at 2am at the weekend, so there won’t have been that many people around to witness or indeed not witness the operation. In the wake of all this, a novel is written, heart-tugging charities are set up and the millions roll in. The benefactors are the institution which employed in a senior position everybody involved with saving Julia’s life and of course Julia, Magdi and their colleagues, including Lord Brian Flowers. As for the displaying of the diseased lungs to the students – diseased organs are ten a penny at RPMS, whilst I was a postgrad there we were given them to dissect every day. Organs and other specimens are frequently kept by hospitals without consent and sometimes unlawfully. When I worked at St George’s I came across a foetus in a jar and I asked the dreadful Dr Cathy Wilson – who’s lab this was in – the age of the foetus (because it looked fully formed) and she shrieked at me. Probably because that foetus should not have been in a jar sitting in her lab and she knew it.
Lest anyone unfamiliar with the everyday story of medical school folk have difficulty believing that Polak et al could ever get away with a fraud as substantial as the one that I suspect them of having committed, I wanna tell you a story to quote Max Bygraves.
Some two years after I left St Georges and their criminal wrongdoing behind, I read in the ‘Indie’ and the ‘Guardian’ that a consultant at St George’s had made history by saving an ectopic pregnancy. He had carried out an operation in which he had transferred the embryo from the Fallopian tube into the uterus, the pregnancy had progressed to term and had resulted in the birth of a healthy baby. The consultant who had performed this miracle was Malcom Pearce, who had been my boss at St George’s. Malcolm Pearce was very energetic and cleverer than a lot of his colleagues and I didn’t think was as poisonous as many of them, but people did used to grumble about him and his excessive drinking and there were whispers that a Chair in the US was going to be found for Malcolm before he somehow disgraced himself at St George’s. So when I read about the miracle that Malcolm had performed I presumed that he had sorted the boozing and had achieved something. In 1994 a huge scandal blew up at St George’s. It transpired that Malcolm had not performed the operation which he claimed. He hadn’t even attempted to perform it. He had made the whole thing up and published it. It was never made clear how Malcolm’s fraud was uncovered, but once it was, Sir William Asscher the ‘absolute bastard’ (to quote a former colleague) who was the Dean of St George’s conducted an inquiry. It was found that Malcolm had doctored (so to speak) medical records and had fabricated the results of some other clinical trials. Malcolm was subsequently struck off.
The question that I have always been interested in is why was Malcolm Pearce hung out to dry for doing something that huge swathes of his colleagues were doing – research fraud – and for doing a lot less than some others – for example facilitating a paedophile ring in north Wales…
When Malcolm’s fraud became public, everyone followed the line of ‘We’re shocked and disgusted and we knew nuzzin…’ Well did no-one wonder where the baby that Malcom had successfully saved was? This was a medical first, surely that baby would have been of interest. As would be the baby’s mum. Where was she? What about the rest of the team who had looked after the mother and baby? Where were they? What about the theatre staff who would have been present at the medical miracle? There must have been some degree of collusion on the part of at least some other members of staff.
Somebody else suffered badly from the fall-out over Malcolm’s fantasy, but not as badly as Malcolm did – Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, the Professor and the Head of the Obstetrics and Gynaecology Dept at St George’s and at the time President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. Chamberlain had co-authored the paper with Malcolm. Chamberlain gave evidence at Malcolm’s GMC hearing, blamed the whole business on Malcolm and made a few Dr Finlayesque comments about having trusted Malcolm and having been dreadfully let down by him. Chamberlain didn’t get the knighthood that he was expected to be in line for, but he wasn’t struck off or disciplined in any way.
I confess to having been very slow on the uptake about this matter. I have blogged about all it previously and because I have been so pre-occupied with why Malcolm was thrown to the wolves when others were doing so much worse, I have missed the obvious. Chamberlain CO-AUTHORED THE PAPER. Of course Chamberlain too would have wanted to meet the mother and baby involved – Chamberlain was famously sociable and clubbable, the patients loved him and he had a Harley Street practice with celeb patients as well. He would have wanted to be photographed with that baby and to have featured in feel-good stories.
Geoffrey Chamberlain was in on that fraud but he was the one who got away. Surprise Surprise!
Chamberlain was Welsh. His father Albert was Secretary to the Lord Mayor of Cardiff. Chamberlain went to Llandaff Cathedral School, Cowbridge Grammar School and then read medicine at UCL. He trained at RPMS, GOSH, Queen Charlottes and Chelsea Hospital for Women and King’s College Hospital, London. He was Professor of Obs and Gynae at St George’s, 1982-95. Between 2000-08 he lectured in the history of medicine at Swansea University.
Between 1955-74 Geoffrey Chamberlain served with the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve and reached the rank of surgeon commander. Gwynne the lobotomist who facilitated the paedophile ring in north Wales had also spent a number of years as a surgeon in the Royal Navy.
Geoffrey Chamberlain had been a colleague of and was on good terms with Oliver Brooke. Oliver Brooke’s stash of child porn was discovered in the cupboards of an office in St George’s.
We cannot ask Geoffrey Chamberlain to explain his wrongdoing because he is now dead. However I believe that his wife, another Top Doctor, Professor Jocelyn Chamberlain, is still alive. Jocelyn spent much of her career involved with the cervical screening programme – another field of medicine in which lies have been told. In the 1970s Jocelyn Chamberlain worked at the Middlesex Hospital.
The victims of and witnesses to the paedophile ring in north Wales were found dead Jocelyn. Time for you to make a police statement before you too are no longer with us. Perhaps you’d also like to tell us why Malcolm Pearce was lynched – was he about to grass you all up? Because Malcolm Pearce was finished off at the same time as Gordon Anglesea the former senior officer with the North Wales Police was awarded nearly £400k damages after he was accused of sexually abusing boys in care in north Wales and as investigations into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales began. In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was imprisoned for historical sexual offences against boys in care in north Wales. Weeks after giving evidence against Anglesea, the young man who accused him of abuse was found dead.
Every summer the Chamberlains used to hold a garden party at their house in Wimbledon. One of their neighbours was George Carman QC, the corrupt barrister who knew about the north Wales paedophile ring (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Just down the road in Wandsworth lived Michael Mansfield, the radical lawyer who also studiously ignored anything to do with the north Wales paedophile ring (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’).
Recent posts of mine relating to the Waterhouse Inquiry, the decades of abuse of children in care that have taken place in north Wales, as well as the rot in the region’s mental health services, have pointed the finger at the Flintshire region as a source of people who concealed misconduct and malpractice. So it’s quite fitting that a number of news stories recently have featured dodgy dealings in Flintshire – the boil has obviously not been lanced.
A story that featured on both BBC News Wales and the Daily Post online was that of Patricia Reid, 57, a social worker from Flintshire, who crashed her car on the A55 at St Asaph whilst she was driving over the alcohol limit on May 25. Ms Reid caused a seven car pile up and five people were taken to hospital. She pleaded guilty at Llandudno Magistrates Court and was banned from driving for 20 months, fined £140, with £85 costs and a £30 surcharge. The Court heard how Ms Reid had been ‘distressed’ because her mother had been admitted to hospital and had downed ‘several’ glasses of wine. It was also said that Ms Reid was ‘depressed’ due to being out of work and, being a social worker, was ‘massively over-qualified’ for many jobs on offer in the region. No matter how much one feels for Ms Reid’s plight, I can but contrast this tale of woe with the treatment meted out to the clients of Ms Reid’s colleagues ie. the ‘service users’ of the region. I have covered court cases involving many of them on this blog. Cases past and present include a patient (me) convicted of staring at a social worker in Safeways and on another occasion calling an NHS manager a fat idiot whilst on the phone to his secretary; another patient charged with threatening to endanger life when he phoned a psychiatric nurse and told her that he was so suicidal that he felt like chopping a gas pipe – he ended up in Walton Prison for three weeks; a psychiatric patient jailed for ‘threatening a psychiatrist’ because her pet cats had died and in her confusion she seemed to believe that the psychiatrist had something to do with it; and very recently numerous people with mental health and addiction problems being banged up for ‘sleeping in Wrexham town centre’ or even ‘standing still like a zombie after taking Black Mamba’. Let’s not forget some of the offences that the children who complained of being molested in the north Wales children’s homes were charged with – a memorable one being stealing a packet of chewing gum. What on earth would have happened to any of us if we had got pissed, gone out driving and caused a seven car pile up? So Ms Reid was distressed because her mother had been admitted to hospital. The ‘service users’ who are being banged up for ludicrous reasons have far more problems than that – some of them don’t have a roof over their heads, some of them have been bereaved in tragic circumstances, they nearly all have money problems and they also have far more serious mental health problems than being depressed due to being out of work. Furthermore Ms Reid finds that as a social worker, she is ‘massively over-qualified’ for most jobs in the region. Well as a ‘service user’ one can be in possession of a PhD and one will still be recommended to attend a MIND drop in centre for ‘recovery’ and then told to do whatever badly paid zero hours contract job comes one’s way. The story of Ms Reid confirms what I and others have long suspected – that those staffing the abusive, neglectful ‘services’ in the region know that they would be in the same rather leaky uncomfortable boat as their clients should they ever lose their jobs and that is why they stick together like glue, refuse to acknowledge the dire state of affairs in the health and welfare services and use their considerable political muscle to threaten any politician who dares suggest that an investigation or even reform might be needed with being voted out.
The Daily Post online also reported that a police officer from Flint, Sgt Neil Hughes, has denied two charges of voyeurism, specifically by using his mobile phone to covertly film a ‘young girl’ in her bedroom on two separate occasions ‘for his sexual gratification’ between July and Dec 2016. He was rebailed to appear at Caernarfon Crown Court for trial. Prosecuting barrister John Philpotts suggested that in view of the defendant’s job, consideration should be given to appointing a judge from outside of the area, such as from south Wales. There’s no point. I have presented a mountain of evidence on this blog demonstrating that the legal, police, medical, social care and judicial network that is used to conceal wrongdoing extends across the whole of the UK.
Another story from Flintshire earlier this week was that of Oakmere House in Hawarden- a home for adults between 18-65 with learning disabilities, autism and complex needs – being served with an urgent order from CSSIW (Care and Social Services Inspectorate) suspending it’s registration on the grounds of fears of ‘serious risks to life, health and well-being’. CSSIW maintain that staff whistleblowers approached them and also claim that previous concerns about the ‘mistreatment’ of residents were ignored by management. CSSIW have now produced a ‘damning report’. As is so often the case with CSSIW though, this case may not be all that it seems. The ‘mistreatment’ of residents involved: the police not being called after a resident broke two panes of glass and needed restraint; a resident ‘grabbing a member of staff’ and two residents cutting themselves with razors that they’d found. These were people with learning disabilities and autism – that combination leads to very difficult behaviours. Was Oakmere House supposed to carry on like the Hergest Unit and have distressed residents arrested for, basically, throwing wobblers? Another allegation that the CSSIW levelled at Oakmere was residents money going missing – but we are not told how much money this was. It is unacceptable but patients in NHS wards are constantly relieved of their possessions and no-one shuts the hospital down. CSSIW also alleged ‘inappropriate physical restraint’. There have been complaints that staff in the Hergest Unit assaulted and injured patients under the excuse of ‘restraint’ but those complaints were dismissed by the managers. So where does this action against Oakmere leave the NHS? People in the psychiatric wards in north Wales are killing themselves. All that’s happened to the Betsi is that it was placed in special measures following the scandal at Tawel Fan – and what happened to patients at Tawel Fan alone was far, far worse than the happenings at Oakmere House. The father of a resident has spoken in support of Oakmere House. His son had been there for 10 years and was ‘content’ there. His son has now had to be moved elsewhere, which will no doubt be distressing and confusing for him. This father had observed that the CSSIW report was ‘a little harsh’ – however he has noticed that Oakmere is employing ‘more and more agency staff’. Just like the Betsi then. Although Oakmere have put in a ‘robust action plan’ and ‘worked closely with the inspectorate and commissioners’, it has been ‘unable to address issues concerning staff’. Sounds like the NHS to me. Nonetheless, CSSIW have stated that when they see ‘no improvement’ they will ‘always act to protect people’. Every bit of evidence relating to the Betsi suggests that it’s problems have got even bigger since it was placed in special measures… Flintshire County Council is now monitoring Oakmere under it’s ‘escalating concerns’ procedures.
But is Flintshire County Council in any position to pass judgement? One news story this week has been that of Conservative AM Mark Isherwood raising the matter of the conduct of some Councillors in Flintshire on the floor of the Senedd. Mark’s wife Hilary was a Flintshire Councillor for 13 years and the Isherwoods are alleging that Hilary was subjected to the most dreadful ‘misogynistic bullying’ from certain other Councillors. Mark is calling on the Welsh Gov’t to take action against Flintshire’s Chief Exec Colin Everett and Deputy Leader Bernie Attridge. It seems that Hilary Isherwood has been subjected to much aggro on Twitter, including on one occasion in 2014 when Bernie sent out a tweet describing her as a ‘bitter twisted Tory’ and stating that ‘Fir coat and no knic… comes to mind’. (I presume that he meant ‘fur’.) Women politicians are making a very big issue of slurs on social media at present and although the threats of murder and sexual violence that some have received are gross and need challenging, I think Hilary probably should have just ignored these old farts. Furthermore her choice of coats and undies are no business of Bernie’s and are unrelated to her abilities as a Councillor. (By the way Bernie, Vivienne Westwood famously wore no knickers when she visited the Palace to pick up one of her gongs.) It’s interesting that Hilary has come under attack though. The attack has taken the form of crude insults that are usually directed at women rather than men, but I suspect that what might have really pissed the other Councillors off is that Hilary’s husband has actually worked very hard indeed to support people who have had some very bad experiences with the mental health services and NHS in north Wales. Mark Isherwood has been prepared to make representation on behalf of people who have been completely blanked by everyone else. I note that in her interview with the Post, Hilary observed that she became a Councillor to help vulnerable people. It’s not the sort of aim that I usually associate with Tories, but whilst the Labour Party in England and Plaid in Wales have been campaigning on behalf of the Top Doctors, Hilary’s husband has indeed been beavering away behind the scenes doing his best for people who have been stuffed over by the Top Doctors et al abusing their positions. I’ve never met Hilary but I did speak to her on the phone a few years ago and she wasn’t at all bitter and twisted. She did try to persuade me to vote Tory which I made fairly obvious was unlikely to happen, but even knowing that, Mark Isherwood still met me and wrote letters on my behalf. He didn’t get very far, but that’s because we were dealing with criminals in the North West Wales NHS Trust. The irony in all this is that the relevant Cabinet Secretary has responded to Mark Isherwood by saying that he proposes new obligations to ‘uphold standards of conduct’ and encourage ‘respectful relationships between elected members that recognise diversity and celebrate it’. So who is the man spouting lame clichés about recognising and celebrating diversity (although I hardly think that being female counts as being ‘diverse’, we form a greater proportion of the population than men) – step forward Mark Drakeford, former Health Secretary who was in post when Tawel Fan exploded in his face. That’s the Mark Drakeford who used to be Professor of Social Sciences at Cardiff and who knows what a failing, abusive, dysfunctional organisation looks like – indeed he has published about scandals in healthcare himself – and he knew that there was a barrel of shit in north Wales because for many years he was special advisor to Rhodri Morgan. Yet Mark just couldn’t bring himself to admit how bloody awful the NHS in north Wales is. I have also heard accounts of Drakeford being somewhat disrespectful to the relatives of those who were abused in Tawel Fan. Furthermore I wrote to Mark myself to inform him of the research fraud that underlay ‘mindfulness based cognitive therapy’ (MBCT) – I didn’t receive a reply but only weeks later Drakeford appeared in the media with a few mindfulness practitioners reiterating the miracles that ‘research’ has demonstrated stem from it. Drakeford isn’t an idiot and I have puzzled for a long time as to why he ignored the genocide in north Wales yet farted around trying to ban e cigarettes in the grounds that they lead us all into the hands of the Devil, but the other day I found a clue. Many years ago, before he was an academic and before he was involved in politics, Mark Drakeford was a social worker – in Dyfed. Presumably the Dyfed where Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary, the Ioan Bowen Rees who later became Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council and who ignored and concealed the rampant abuse of children in care (and of mental health patients) that was pervasive in Gwynedd and who invited ‘officers’ from Dyfed to investigate when the lid could not be held down any longer. For some reason the ‘investigation’ by Ioan’s old mates from Dyfed didn’t resolve very much… Please see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ for details of this shameful period of Gwynedd’s history. There have of course been allegations of organised child abuse in Dyfed. So as Mark watched the carnage in north Wales when he was Health Minister and ‘talked’ to the Top Doctors – God they must have thought that Christmas had come when he was appointed Health Minister, they’d got rid of Edwina and she’d been replaced by a tame social worker – patients continued to die. Because the whole region has been screwed by the legacy of a paedophile ring Mark – you plonker…
Talking of Top Doctors – one of them from Harefield Hospital has landed himself in hot water. Mail online reported that Mohamed Amrani, a ‘world renowned heart surgeon’, has been given a six month suspended sentence after groping the breasts of one female colleague and then some years later slapping the bum of another one who worked at the BUPA Cromwell Hospital. He has also been ordered to sign the Sex Offenders Register for five years, pay £8000 in prosecution costs and undertake 25 days of rehabilitation activities. Judge Anne Molyneaux described him as an outstandingly good surgeon and that it may be in the public interest to allow him to continue practising. One could be forgiven for thinking that Amrani was what tabloid newspapers used to call a ‘sex pest’, a sort of Benny Hill in scrubs. However there are indications that he could well be a very much greater problem than that. He faced other charges as well, including two of assault by penetration and a rape charge. The jury were unable to reach a verdict on the rape charge and a retrial has been ruled out, so a not guilty plea was recorded. His defence barrister, Stephen Vullo QC – who also acted for Rolf Harris, so Amrani hired the best – described him as an ‘exceptional man with a flaw’. (Just a little one.) As in the case of Top Doctor Ian Paterson who was recently imprisoned, there seems to be another attempt here to deflect blame onto the Trust and the Trust alone, rather than the many people whom it was acknowledged knew how Amrani behaved towards woman. The Trust admitted that Amrani was one of their stars, that he brought a lot of dosh into the Trust and that he operated on many more patients than his colleagues did. The Trust acknowledged that private practice brings in a huge amount of money for the Trust. It was suggested in Court that the Trust had protected Amrani because of his status. Regarding the rape allegation, Amrani had described it was ‘pure fantasy’ and had stated that ‘hospital records suggest it never happened’. Well hospital records certainly would never have recorded it if it had have happened. Complaints had been made about Amrani by a number of different women between 2004-2015. The first complainant was told when she raised concerns ‘just ignore him, he does it to everyone’. Pretty much like dear old Dr Dafydd Alun Jones then, who was the subject of constant anecdotes from female staff. They did not like being around him, they took precautions to not be left alone with him, one trainee clinical psychologist told me how he summoned her to his office ‘to talk about psychology’ only to take out an ancient photo of himself and ask her ‘don’t ewe think I was handsome?’ and a man who had been married to one of Jones’s secretaries told me how Jones would regularly ask her to come into work wearing various items of allegedly erotic clothing ‘because they’re my favourites’. So when I complained about his inappropriate conduct towards me I was of course told that I was ‘deluded’. It is now up to the GMC – the GMC who did not take action against Dafydd at any point despite numerous complaints against him – to take action against Amrani. He’s already got a plan if they do place restrictions on his practice – he’s off to Morocco to practice because GMC restrictions don’t apply there. In the same way that the psychiatrist who was involved in the death of Dr Sara Ryan’s son Connor Sparrowhawk buggered off to Ireland to practice lest the GMC take action against her.
Now for a few lines about the general election results. Ieuan Wyn Jones, the defender of some very great wrongdoers, I’m glad to say fell flat on his face on Ynys Mon and was not elected. Time to retreat from public life Ieuan, particularly as this blog is exposing everyone like you who colluded with a few things that you shouldn’t have. Theresa May is in a terrible mess and the dreadful Boris is planning another coup. And this morning Heseltine was on the radio ranting that Jeremy Corbyn ‘is at the gates’ – brilliant, I hope that someone let’s him in, but prevents Diane Abbott coming through with him though. I’m touched to note that Heseltine is now being constructed as a man ‘of the centre’. This is the man who refused to rule out soldiers being told to fire on protestors at Greenham Common and who mobilised thousands of soldiers and police officers to confront CND protesters in other locations (some of whom were alleged to have assaulted and even raped protestors but those allegations were never investigated) and who used to boast that his massive company never paid it’s bills until they had received numerous reminders because that way they got to sit on more money for longer. Heseltine also constantly made public his opinion that Cameron was a fine leader and PM. What he did not make so public was that Cameron had been one of Heseltine’s daughter’s mates when they were young and they were both well known for hanging out with a bunch of vacuous champagne swilling Hooray Henries. Heseltine also proffered his opinion this morning that the 2008 financial crisis was due to the general public spending too much. I’m so glad that it was nothing to do with the global banking system and the misconduct of those who worked within it.
Among all the excitement surrounding everybody’s expectations that Theresa is finished, some members of the Labour Party have been popping up in the media, including in Wales – most recently one Lord Murphy aka Paul Murphy, former Welsh Secretary and former N Ireland Secretary, who has featured on this blog recently. Keen readers might have noticed that among my discussions of organised child abuse and dirty political deals that undoubtedly involved protecting some of the people involved in that abuse, I have not yet mentioned the Kincora boys home scandal in Belfast. I am well aware of it, as well as of the links that it has to some of the matters that I have discussed and I am busy researching…. I didn’t know until this morning though that the Kincora boys home scandal has been specifically excluded from the Independent Inquiry Into Child Abuse. Now there’s a surprise… My co-researcher has sent me loads more material and I’ve discovered more gems in the Waterhouse Report. We’ve also dug up yet more dirt on Baroness Patricia Scotland and even more links between her and those who caused so much havoc in north Wales. There will be more posts soon with more people named. So they all might as well start preparing their statements and making their way to their local cop shop…
I’m back from my break so the blog is back in action. Many thanks to the readers who sent me information and stories whilst I was away – I’ve got a stack of posts in the pipeline, although it may take me a week or so to catch up with everything. I also have many other leads which will take a bit of background research…
I have been sent a number of links to a story involving a surgeon at Harefield who is currently on trial for the rape and sexual assault of colleagues. There are familiar themes in this story – his offensive behaviour was well-known, women avoided being alone with him, no-one had the guts to formally notify the relevant authorities until one brave woman spoke up only to find huge pressure put on her to go away and shut up, with comments like ‘he does that to everyone’ being made. Of course he’ll have been doing it to everyone, he knew that no-one was going to confront him…
My attention was also drawn to a huge fire at the Christie Cancer Research Unit in Manchester, run by Cancer Research UK. The reader who sent me this story quipped that there may well have been an awful lot of documents thrown into the inferno in the light of my recent posts regarding cancer research, naming a few people who are now very big names in Cancer Research UK. Whilst on the subject of cancer research, I did hear on the radio that there is now an admission that the Cancer Drugs Fund that has operated in NHS England has been a complete waste of money and an ‘ill thought out’ piece of policy. A man called Richard Sullivan appeared on the Today programme fessing up to all this, but stated that he didn’t want to ‘name names’ regarding the people who had lobbied so vigorously for the Cancer Drugs Fund. Well he should name names – anyone who has ever been involved with biomedical research knew that the Cancer Drugs Fund was a con, a number of powerful drug companies knew that they could pressurise weak and unscrupulous politicians to lobby the Westminster Government to fund drugs that were hugely expensive and had very little proven benefit. Everyone involved knew this – the people who didn’t know it were the patients dying of cancer, frightened, vulnerable and desperate, who believed that they would gain a few further months of life. But a few pics of them in the Daily Mail accusing the Government of ‘condemning them to death’ did wonders for the implementation of that policy. Readers will know that I have been very, very critical of Carwyn for ignoring the genocide of mental health patients in north Wales, but to be fair to Carwyn he has been spot-on in refusing to implement the Cancer Drugs Fund in Wales. He repeatedly stated that there was no evidence for it and was roundly abused by everyone. ‘Team Irfon’ from north Wales were particularly vociferous in painting Carwyn as an Utter Bastard. For the uninitiated, ‘Team Irfon’ are the group of people supporting Irfon Williams from the Bangor area who has terminal cancer and were robustly pressing for the Cancer Drugs Fund to be introduced to Wales. At one point Irfon announced himself ‘cured’ and ‘free of all tumours’ after receiving a miracle drug from England – Carwyn commented that it all seemed rather odd. Well it was, it transpired that Irfon wasn’t cured at all, his tumours were rediscovered within weeks and it has now been admitted that Irfon is dying. I would be interested to know who was Irfon’s source of information – Irfon was described as an ‘NHS manager’ in the press. He is actually a mental health professional from north Wales who’s friends and family have mobilised the sort of support for him at a time of crisis that his own patients certainly never enjoyed. Irfon is a relatively young man with small children, so I can understand that he will have grasped at any glimmers of hope – but someone was telling him porkies and was very obviously using him in a political campaign… Would anyone now like to admit that where the Cancer Drugs Fund was concerned Carwyn was right – and apologise for all those damning headlines suggesting that he was singlehandedly responsible for the deaths of cancer patients in Wales? I seem to remember that the Tories were having a field day with such allegations…
There was also an appearance on the Today programme by Richard Torbett, a PR man from ABPI (Association of the British Pharmaceutical Industry), announcing that unless the NHS receives many more billions in funding, pharmaceutical companies and those involved in the ‘life sciences’ industry, would pull out of the UK, precipitating disaster. This was presented as yet another ‘warning’ to the UK Gov’t along the lines of ‘ooh they’ve ignored the Top Doctors, but the ABPI are saying exactly the same thing’. The Today programme should have actually pointed out that the ABPI and the Top Doctors are pretty much the same people – the ABPI Board, the advisory committees of the ABPI and it’s associated companies are choc full of Top Doctors, the Top Doctors are leading the research teams supplying the data to the ABPI and the Top Doctors then prescribe the drugs produced by the ABPI. The whole process tends to be about careers and money rather than developing interventions for the greater good of humanity (please see previous posts). It was mentioned on the Today programme that the products of the ABPI were ‘reviewed’ by NICE, just to reassure us all that there’s nothing dodgy going on. This would be the NICE that has been rash enough to appoint one Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone to Chair one of it’s most influential committees. Enough said. (New visitors to the blog can read all about Jo in previous posts, such as ‘An Expert On The Betsi Board!’)
A number of other stories regarding the NHS In Crisis also appeared whilst I was away. The UK Govt’s Public Accounts Committee have heard evidence that patients in England are struggling to obtain GP appointments because practices are shutting during ‘core’ hours (‘core’ hours being NHS speak for ‘the normal working day’). A report from the Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Health stated that children’s hospital units are closing to new patients because of staff shortages. Well, the NHS is a grossly dysfunctional organisation riddled with bullying and corruption and people who’ve gone into medicine for the right reasons are increasingly feeling that they just can’t stomach much of what is going on…
A truly splendid story appeared on BBC New Wales – my old friends MIND Cymru and it’s Director Sara Moseley alerted us all to ‘struggling emergency service workers’ who are now going to be offered ‘support’, such are their traumas. Presumably these ‘struggling’ workers include the Welsh Ambulance Service personnel who are fiddling their expenses, violently assaulting each other and failing to respond to calls from members of the public in serious need (please see post ‘A Longstanding Problem…’). Yet still not a word from Sarah about the appalling abuses of the mental health services in north Wales – she’ll know all about them because her brother Simon Moseley is a clinical psychologist employed by the Betsi….
I heard on the radio an update on the sad story of Alice Gibson-Watt (please see post ‘News Round-Up, April 13 2017’) who died in the ‘care’ of the Chelsea and Westminster Hospital after experiencing a postpartum psychosis. I note that it was concluded that there was a catalogue of ‘failures’ on the part of the NHS – although no-one managed to explain how Alice sustained a torn liver at their hands, although it was the torn liver that caused the cascade of physical problems that killed her.
A reader informed me that a previous star of this blog, Simon Pyke, a lying, incompetent former mental health services manager with the Betsi went on a ‘Knowledge Exchange Visit’ to the inaugural Indo-European Symposium with one Dr Brian Tehan – a Dr Murali Krishna (formerly a consultant old age psychiatrist with the Betsi) was involved as well. Just to remind readers, it was an elderly mentally ill ward at the Betsi, Tawel Fan, where conditions were so bad that a national scandal followed after a whistleblower made an undercover recording, that caused the Welsh Gov’t to place the Betsi in special measures. Patients on Tawel Fan were crawling naked around a floor covered in urine and faeces and one patient had a broken arm that had not been treated. What on earth would the people responsible for such ‘care’ have to teach anyone attending an Indo-European Symposium? Interestingly enough the link that the reader sent telling me about this is a Bangor University link to the School of Social Sciences. I used to work in that School and when I worked there it was full of, well, Social Scientists, some of whom were very good. But something strange happened just before I left – the School started filling up with psychiatrists from the Betsi and their associates, who certainly didn’t know anything about social science. Presumably this ‘Knowledge Exchange Visit’ was another jolly organised by those psychiatrists and their associates, none of whom have any knowledge to exchange at all beyond how to abuse and neglect patients. I see that the link to this piece of info is broken – has someone at Bangor University woken up to what a PR disaster it’s going to be if anyone actually associates Simon Pyke et al with them? Interestingly enough, other readers have been telling me that when they’ve searched for folks at Bangor University who have featured on this blog, they too have found that the information from the University website has disappeared – and the University of Oxford have removed a few links to dear old Mark Williams’s original ‘mindfulness’ work as well… Have Bangor and Oxford finally woken up to what has been going on? I would imagine that the VCs of these institutions might be very worried indeed, although I am aware that the idiots who were actually responsible for the fraudulent ‘research’ exposed on this blog are still in a sound sleep up there – as ever it’s only dear old David Healy who’ realised that they’re all on borrowed time….
Whilst on the subject of Bangor University removing links to embarrassments, regular readers might remember my post regarding the disasterous Hilary Lappin-Scott and her brief time as PVC for Research at Bangor (please see post ‘News Round-Up, March 16 2017’). After the University divested itself of her services, a lot of us were very entertained to see that all references to Lappin-Scott disappeared from the website within two hours of her departure. The word on the ground was that a trusted IT technician was ordered to cleanse the website – I was told that the University’s experience with Satan-Scott had been so dreadful that there was a concern that she might remove crucial information from databases in an act of sabotage, so security measures were undertaken as well. Satan-Scott of course has re-emerged at Swansea University, where she has caused havoc. The investigative website ‘The Eye’ is really obsessed with Satan-Scott and has been reporting on the chaos that she has been causing at Swansea for months. Their latest update reveals that Satan-Scott has been appointed to a key position regarding the Research Excellence Framework and interdisciplinary research, although she has no expertise whatever in the field. Since leaving Bangor, Satan-Scott has constructed herself as an ‘expert’ on ‘gender’ – Satan-Scott is a microbiologist and knows bugger all about gender scholarship (indeed I was entertained to see that many of the most basic facts and figures relating to the ‘gender gap’ given in a recent ‘international presentation’ by Satan-Scott were wrong), but she has declared herself a gender expert on much the same basis that Leanne Wood has declared herself a feminist – because she’s a woman (hey Hilary, men have a gender too!). According to the Eye, Satan-Scott has been busy ingratiating herself to Dame Athene Donald, the woman who has now offered Satan-Scott the position on the REF committee. Oh well, so we now going to have a brainless bully who tramples on women who are not in a position to do her favours passing judgement on other people’s research that she will not understand. I note that although Theresa May recently visited Swansea University, Satan-Scott was not part of the delegation that met her – presumably someone at Swansea knew damn well that Satan-Scott could not be let loose on the ultimate VIP.
The row regarding weekend death rates in the NHS continues apace – I can’t see anyone ever getting to the bottom of this one, because the figures from the NHS can’t be trusted but neither can any figures presented by Jeremy Hunt. It reminds me a little of a confrontation on ‘Any Questions’ a while ago between Peter Hain and Kirsty Williams, where they both yelled that the other one was lying during a row about nurse to patient ratios in NHS Wales. The reality was that neither of them knew and neither of them had the guts to admit that much nursing practice in the UK NHS is unsafe, so the nurse to patient ratio in such circumstances is not a marker of quality anyway. NHS England are also busy boasting about the number of new nurses that they’re training – it doesn’t matter Jeremy/Theresa, if those nurses have standards they’ll leave, just as thousands of other nurses have already and your staffing problem will remain. There is no shortage of qualified nurses in the UK, just a shortage of nurses who want to work as nurses – and it’s nothing to do with salaries or funding, it’s the bullying and dysfunction that drives them away.
I was struck by a mystery yesterday. The media has been awash with reports of a high profile boxing match (I don’t know between who because I don’t follow boxing), but over the past few years I’ve noticed that boxing has undergone a remarkable rehabilitation. At one point boxing was considered very unacceptable and the BMA campaign to outlaw it almost looked as if it was about to succeed. (I remember a BMA spokesman stating that ‘there is no safe level for being hit on the head’, which must be one of the few honest things that a spokesman for the BMA has ever said.) But the BMA have now gone very quiet where boxing is concerned – what’s happened? Who’s silenced them and how? We are now subjected to media reports telling us how Prince Harry overcame his aggressive urges by hitting people, how it is ’empowering’ for young women to hit each other and how some schools are re-introducing the noble sport of hitting each other in order to keep youngsters away from crime (it worked a treat with Ronnie and Reggie Kray didn’t it) – and not a squeak from the BMA…
Lastly, yesterday I heard the dreadful Esther Rantzen on the radio waxing lyrical about her ‘work’ with charities, particularly ‘mental health’ and Childline. Esther forgot to mention the recent revelations that some children had rung Childline complaining of institutional sexual abuse and had been ignored or the embarrassing claims of the woman who maintains that she told Esther all about Jimmy Savile but Esther never responded. Well when Esther launched her mental health campaign I wrote to her about the abuses taking place in the mental health services in north Wales and Esther never replied to me either. However, this morning I heard that supermarkets are going to start selling wonky looking vegetables again. So I’ll purchase a root vegetable that looks like a penis and send it to Esther – I’ll be guaranteed a reply…
Of course there has been another big story whilst I’ve been away – that of Ian Paterson, the surgeon who carried out unnecessary mastectomies on women and who has now been convicted of unlawful wounding. I’ll be dedicating a whole post to this, because it’s worth exploring in detail…