Now Then…

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Now Then.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 Whatever Happened to Treason? – COUNTRY SQUIRE MAGAZINE

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

Now Then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Rhodri Morgan spent time at Harvard as a young man.

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

 

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

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

Poster - Gone with the Wind

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

On 2 May 1997 Tony Blair became Prime Minister.

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

 

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

 

A great big Eton mess.

 

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

 

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

 

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

Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK

The day before yesterday Brave Tessa Jowell made an appearance in the Lords and gave ‘an emotional speech’ about her journey with ‘brain cancer’. Theresa May turned up to give Tessa a ‘warm hug’ on camera and spout on about Tessa being ‘inspirational’ (what else could Tessa possibly be?). Media reports stressed that Theresa and Tessa had sunk their political differences for the occasion. If only they had sunk their political difference decades ago when Tessa worked as a childcare officer for Lambeth Borough Council (whilst a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s homes of that Council) and then as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley, where the victims of and witnesses to the Lambeth paedophile ring were abused all over again and whilst Theresa was sitting as a Councillor in Merton, keeping quiet about the paedophile ring which was being facilitated on her patch by St George’s Hospital Medical School. The paedophile gang operating in Lambeth and the one being facilitated by St George’s were both connected to Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales.

These two inspirational women were met with a round of applause from the House! But then so was Greville Janner when he appeared in the Commons after having been arrested, questioned about abusing children in Leicestershire and then released without charge.

Theresa and Tessa have put their heads together and are Campaigning after they discovered that ‘brain cancer’ has a very low survival rate. I have stressed previously on this blog that one possible reason for this is the rampant research fraud that has existed for a very long time in cancer research – I witnessed it when I worked for the CRC (Cancer Research Campaign) in 1987 (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). ‘Breakthroughs’ are claimed which are no such thing – but if the researchers maintain that a breakthrough has been made, the purse strings of funding bodies will be loosened. Drugs are ruthlessly marketed which may not be much better than others already available and data is manipulated or sometimes just fabricated. I am not suggesting that no advances are ever made – the treatment of childhood leukaemia was revolutionised and what was once usually fatal now has a much better prognosis. But cancer research is absolutely not about dedicated geniuses selflessly working for the greater good, although no-one is told that when pink ribbons and yellow daffodils are sported or women are running races for charity wearing pink bras.

My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ discussed the misconduct and malpractice at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School evident in the mid-1980s and my post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ discussed what I believe was a major fraud perpetrated years later by Dame Julia Polak, who was the person with the worst reputation for dishonesty and ruthlessness when I was at Hammersmith. Hammersmith/RPMS was considered to be one the leading institutions for cancer research at the time and is now part of the grand and indeed grandiose Imperial College – another world leader in terms of medical research. The Dean of RPMS (Royal Postgraduate Medical School) when much skulduggery was happening was Prof Nicholas Wright. Nick Wright later became Sir Nicholas, Deputy Principal of the Imperial College School of Medicine in 1998. He was appointed as Warden of Barts and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry in 2001. He is also Head of the Histopathology Unit at CR UK (Cancer Research (UK) Ltd).

Nick Wright began his career at Durham University and Newcastle-Upon-Tyne School of Medicine – which was where some of those who joined Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales had worked previously (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). The appalling Lord John Walton who really was Mr Newcastle Medical School provided a highly effective umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophile gang for many years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

In the late 1980s there was someone working in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University – unfortunately I cannot remember his name – who was a good friend of Nick Wright’s and whose research into lung cancer was funded by the tobacco industry. This man assured me that the source of his funding would not allow him to be influenced at all, but considering what his friends at Hammersmith/RPMS were doing whilst funded by organisations with far fewer reasons to influence research outcomes, I didn’t quite believe everything that this man told me.

Four years after I left St George’s Hospital Medical School Malcolm Pearce, my former boss, was struck off for committing what is now described as the biggest medical research fraud in history. The Head of Dept Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain was involved as well and his name was on the paper but he did not face any disciplinary action at all – although the scandal was said to have cost Chamberlain a knighthood and he had to resign as President of the Royal College of Obstetrics and Gynaecologists (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). I have spent many years wondering why Pearce was thrown to the wolves whilst Chamberlain’s bacon was saved. I thought that the most likely explanation was that Malcolm had fallen out with his colleagues – that is virtually the only factor that leads to a Top Doctor being struck off. Furthermore Chamberlain was in a more powerful position and had a more powerful network.

A suggestion has been made to me however that Chamberlain may have had assistance from an unlikely quarter. There used to be someone working for Chamberlain in the fertility lab at St George’s called Deb Everard. She was massively problematic, abusive to other staff and patients and there were many demands from numerous people for her dismissal. Chamberlain protected her through thick and thin and Everard used to boast about this. There was an attempt to discipline her but she used the full force of the MSF union – which was ironic because Everard was a Tory Councillor on Edmonton Council and spent much of her time as a Councillor complaining about the unions protecting the jobs of the labouring classes in Edmonton. MSF saved her neck, although they hated her and she hated them. Everard then had a relationship with a union boss from another part of London and they had a baby together. I didn’t know this man, I only ever glimpsed him a couple of times, but I knew the MSF reps in St George’s and I knew that they were corrupt and concealing serious wrongdoing in the hospital. They will have known that the institution was colluding with serious organised crime, including child abuse and drug offences.

The Pearce-Chamberlain scandal blew up in 1993. At the same time as the allegations that a paedophile ring involving high profile politicians was operating in north Wales. John Major was in Gov’t and was busting a gut to conceal it all. There were a lot of Tory consultants at St George’s, but Chamberlain wasn’t one of them. I don’t know whether Chamberlain was a Labour supporter or one of Dr Death’s followers like David Hole – the corrupt MSF rep who worked for Chamberlain – but Chamberlain used to take the piss out of his Tory colleagues and comment that it wasn’t possible to be a gentleman and a Tory. Chamberlain was friendly with Wendy Savage who was definitely a Labour supporter.  Chamberlain was the sort of elite pinko Top Doctor that the Tories really didn’t like and there won’t have been any shortage of people wanting to throw him to the wolves along with Pearce. I’m wondering if Deb Everard repaid Chamberlain for his many years of protection and used her Tory connections to save him? It would be quite easy to do – I was screwed over whilst working at St George’s because I kept raising concerns about what was happening in north Wales. The wrongdoing that was being concealed was so serious and involved at least one Tory MP – Sir Peter Morrison – abusing children, so John Major wouldn’t have to be persuaded too hard to save Chamberlain in return for the lid being kept on that. Morrison was also a friend of Thatcher and his sister was Lady-in-Waiting to HM the Queen. A great many people pushed the boat out on many occasions to keep Morrison out of the courts.

The Secretary of State for Health in 1993 was Virginia Bottomley – a former psychiatric social worker and the mother of a junior doctor. The Secretary of State for Wales until May 1993 was David Hunt and after that John Redwood. They both knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles – Hunt had been directly involved in concealing the matter since he had been a junior Minister in the Welsh Office in the late 1980s.

Chamberlain was also very friendly with his highest profile celebrity private patient, a big name in light entertainment (she was the reason for the success of LWT in the 1990s) – this celeb was a well-known Conservative. That will have helped him.

In 2004 it was revealed in the media that after he was struck off Malcolm Pearce worked as a paralegal for medical negligence firms.

Malcolm was struck off in the second week of June 1995. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University – run by Thatcher’s favourite Vice Chancellor, Sir Frederick Crawford – in July 1995. On July 13 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his home in London. The world was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh closed down in June-July 1995. It didn’t – one ward was kept open, but information regarding this was not publicised. John Redwood stepped down as Secretary of State for Wales on June 26 1995 and was replaced by the paedophiles’ old friend David Hunt. Hunt remained in post for all of nine days and was then replaced by William Hague. One year later Hague organised the massive cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry. Nicola Davies QC had begun a review of documents regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal the month before Malcolm was struck off in order to decide whether a Public Inquiry was necessary. Nicola decided in December that it wasn’t, but Hague was happy to organise the cover-up regardless in June 1996. Presumably Hague felt on sufficiently safe ground what with Morrison dead, Malcolm Pearce disgraced and struck off and Brown and me stuffed over along with our two friends in the media who knew what had happened to me in north Wales.

Macbeth! Keep washing those hands Hague – not that the blood will ever disappear.

The President of the GMC when Malcolm was struck off was Sir Robert Kilpatrick. Kilpatrick also served as President of the BMA and was Dean of Leicester University Medical School, 1975-89. The Leicester University in which staff were concealing the paedophile ring in Leicestershire (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1987 Dr James Earp, a leading forensic psychiatrist in Leicester, concealed the wrongdoing of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X), Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

Marion Janner is going to be needing that support dog of hers soon and no doubt Rabbi Laura will be given yet more air time on the Today programme to protest her father’s innocence.

All together in Parliament now ‘He was a LOVELY man!’ Don’t forget the round of applause.

Following the Pearce-Chamberlain scandal there was a great deal of huffing and puffing about scientific fraud and much condemnation of Pearce. No-one admitted just how widespread research fraud in medicine is. It was repeatedly stressed that the dreadful Malcolm had ruined the career and reputation of Chamberlain and how shocked everyone was. Er – well when I worked for Malcolm, the malpractice in that Dept was extensive and known to absolutely everyone. Furthermore, all those deeply shocked people as well as Chamberlain MUST have known that Malcolm had not carried out the pioneering operation that he claimed to have performed. Where was the mother and indeed the baby whom Malcolm had claimed to have saved? Where were the other staff who assisted? Which operating theatre was host to the medical miracle? There were a lot more people than Malcolm Pearce in on that fraud.

Chamberlain retained his job at St George’s and in 2000 when he retired he took up a lecturing job at Swansea University, the university dominated by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Chamberlain took that job just as the Waterhouse Report was published and when Rhodri became First Minister! Paul Murphy was Secretary of State for Wales at the time. Blair was PM. Chamberlain considered himself to be Welsh – although he was the sort of proud patriot who spent most of his life living in London making jokes about Wales containing nothing but sheep – and his father had been Secretary to the Lord Mayor of Cardiff. The Dean of St George’s at the time of the research fraud was Professor William Asscher, who had spent the first part of his career at the Welsh National School of Medicine at Cardiff. Asscher had been the man who developed the renal service in Wales and was responsible for the arrival of the kidney unit at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the 1980s.

Think things can’t get much worse for you paedophiles’ friends? It can! I have more blog posts under development and there are more names to be revealed…

 

Following the performance in the Lords yesterday, Theresa announced a ‘£45 million boost’ for brain cancer research – the Gov’t will be working with CR UK! So where’s the dosh going to go then Theresa – a bit to Nick Wright and a bit to The Walton Euthanasia Centre for Those Who Have Spilt The Paedophiles’ Pints (see post ‘These Sharks Are Cap As Well’)? Remember to leave a few million for the many other charlatans who have fabricated their data and screwed over whistleblowers or little things will be hitting each other.

Tessa’s speech included a plea for patients with brain cancer to be allowed to take part in ‘adaptive trials’, whereby they try one treatment and if it doesn’t work within a short time they then change to another treatment. Tessa – cancer treatment doesn’t work like that, it’s not like taking two paracetamol for a headache. It takes quite a long time to ascertain whether a treatment for cancer is successful, which is why everything with regard to cancer outcomes are measured in years. Even if someone has been successfully treated for cancer, they are not considered to be on safe ground until a number of years – how many precisely depends upon the cancer – have passed without a tumour reappearing.

This is why it is so easy for Top Doctors to win their battles with politicians…

The present Chief Exec of CR UK is Sir Harpul Kumar. Kumar attended St John’s College, Cambridge, where he gained a Masters in Engineering and an MA. He subsequently gained an MBA at Harvard Business School where he won the Wolfe Prize. After graduation, Kumar was employed by McKinsey and Co as a healthcare consultant. In 1992 he was appointed Chief Executive of the Papworth Trust. In 1997 Kumar founded Nexan Group, a venture capital-backed medical devices company. He joined Cancer Research Technology Limited as Chief Executive in 2002, became Chief Operating Officer of CR UK in 2004 and CEO in 2007.

Kumar is a trustee of the Francis Crick Institute, the Institute for Cancer Research and Chairman of the Board of the National Cancer Research Institute. He is also chairman of the Cancer Outcomes Strategy Advisory Group in England and Co-chair of the National Awareness and Early Diagnosis Initiative.

I know that I might be underestimating Kumar here, but I can see absolutely nothing in his biography which suggests that he would have the knowledge needed to spot a major research fraud in the field of cancer research yet alone make difficult decisions regarding which research is most worthy of funding. He is an engineering graduate who worked in the financial services. Which is probably how Tessa’s scientifically illiterate suggestion in the Lords was immediately followed by an offer of £45 million quid.

Decisions regarding cancer research funding are being made on the basis of hugs and of inspirational women which is not solid ground.

When I worked at the dreadful Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University which were led by the conman Professor Robert Baldwin – whom we all knew was committing some sort of big research fraud with an American drug company (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ for details) – every member of staff in the place who was making an escape plan used to remark that they NEVER donated to the CRC because of what Baldwin was doing. This was not just one small lab in one university. Baldwin’s labs employed four ‘senior academics’ – who seemed to be doing nothing at all – and at least thirty researchers. Baldwin did not even have to bid for cash from the CRC – his labs were a permanent fixture and received core funding and a great deal of it. PhD students walked out in despair because it was clear that they were never going to get their PhDs and medical students who arrived to carry out projects thought that the ‘research’ was farcical. Baldwin’s ‘senior academics’ ordered everyone to perform routine repetitive tasks – none of it was original research and as far as we could see it was simply for the purposes of giving the pretence of activity in the labs, whilst Baldwin and his ‘partners’ in the US drug company fabricated results and pretended that it was based on the data of ground breaking research carried out in the Nottingham labs.

There was a great deal of hilarity in the CRC labs when someone found out that Baldwin had managed to have a fling with a high profile female Professor in the US, who was involved in the fraud as well.

In 1987 animal rights activists were causing a great deal of grief in medical research. The Animal Liberation Front were planting bombs and setting fire to places and not long after this time some animal rights activists began receiving very long prison sentences. The ALF might be surprised to hear this, but a lot of medical researchers who did think that animal work could be justified under some circumstances were also very uncomfortable with the gratuitous animal experimentation that was going on. The places with the  worst reputations were Porton Down – where no-one actually knew what was going on, except that researchers were paid a great deal of money to tempt them to work there – the Royal College of Surgeons who did seriously gruesome things to pigs, the Institute of Psychiatry who did seriously gruesome things to primates and the Huntingdon Institute, whose staff were still squirting things in the eyes of rabbits and dogs and carefully examining the injuries that resulted. The individual with an unrivalled reputation for unnecessary cruelty was Colin Blakemore, who in 2003 was appointed Chief Exec of the MRC.

I would be most interested to know how Nottingham University and the CRC kept Baldwin out of the firing line of the ALF, because what was going on in those labs with animals could never have been justified. There was a woman who had worked as a lab assistant in a school who was not a graduate and who had landed a very junior job at Baldwin’s lab many years previously and had stayed. She had no research knowledge and simply did what one of the ‘senior academics’ told her. He told her to spend her time transplanting tumours into mice. This was actually a very old technique and was certainly not producing any worthwhile knowledge. The school lab assistant obediently sat in the lab day after day with a constant supply of mice and carefully transplanted tumours under the skins of all of them. Then a week or so later she would kill them. Nothing would be done with the dead mice, they’d just be disposed off. There was no data being produced from this ‘research’ or even any pretence at that. I and two medical students with whom I was friendly watched this open mouthed for the whole time that I worked at Baldwin’s labs – I lasted three months before I decided to get the hell out of there.

Baldwin’s labs were not officially part of Nottingham University, it was stressed that they were the ‘Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories’, but they were sited on the Nottingham campus and Nottingham University undoubtedly knew what was going on – or not going on – in those labs. Some of Baldwin’s staff were married to Top Doctors in the Queen’s Medical Centre, others were married to pharmacologists at Boots and others to academics and researchers in Nottingham University. There were also constant complaints to the University from the medical students on placement.

Whilst I witnessed the outrage at Nottingham, the Chancellor was Sir Gordon Hobday. Hobday was Director of the Boots research team that developed ibuprofen who became Chairman of Boots in 1973 . He was Chairman of Central Independent Television, 1981-85 and whilst in post prevented the screening of a series made by Ken Loach which was critical of the trade union movement’s inadequate challenge to Thatcherism. Hobday was Lord Lieutenant of Nottinghamshire, 1983–1991.

The Vice-Chancellor at the time was Basil Weedon, an organic chemist who was a consultant to Hoffman-La Roche, Basel, Switzerland, 1955-1978.

Tessa and Theresa might not know their arses from their elbows but Gordon and Basil did and they will have known that Baldwin was not doing what he claimed to be doing. I can only presume that there was collusion with Baldwin’s wrongdoing on the part of both the CRC and Nottingham University.

Baldwin died in 2012 but he’s left one hell of a legacy. Nottingham Trent University boasts a thing called the John van Geest Cancer Centre Trust and according to the website, this glorious Centre has grown from the work of one Professor Robert Baldwin. Baldwin receives the highest praise from one of his proteges, Professor Robert Rees, who is quoted on the website as saying:

‘I spent five happy years working under Professor Robert Baldwin alongside some very talented scientists. He was he first person ever to publish in this area. I came to Nottingham in the 1970s after I had graduated with my doctorate. I became inspired by the whole subject, the working environment and the man himself. There were times I remember being at conferences and virtually all the great minds in science of the time would know him. He could be standing in the middle of a very large conference and the really eminent scientists both in and outside of this area would recognise him. You then realise how well-known this person is and how much he has contributed to world science.’

Here’s the history of the John van Geest Cancer Centre Trust, as supplied by the website:

In 1973 Baldwin was joined at his CRC lab in Nottingham by Robert Rees. In 1977 Robert Rees took up a job as a lecturer at Sheffield Medical School. In 1996 Robert Rees returned to Nottingham to become Professor of Biomedical Sciences at Nottingham Trent University. In 2008 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre was established after initial funding of £8 million from the John and Lucille Geest Foundation. This was matched by £2.3 from the Science Research Investment Fund (SRIF). It opened with 18 staff members. In 2011 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre officially opened, housing 35 staff and students. In 2012 – the year of Baldwin’s death – the John and Lucille van Geest Foundation donated a further £8 million to the centre.

Once the crooked old git was dead, the sky was the limit…

In 2013 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre Trust was established at Nottingham Trent University. This was set up to assure the financial future of the centre and the Trustees included members of NTU’s senior management team. Sue Dewey OBE was appointed as Head of Fundraising and donations from the general public towards the work began to be accepted.

John van Geest was a Dutch businessman who established a business exporting daffodils from the Netherlands to Britain and then expanded into bananas and shipping, which made him a very rich man and obviously one who was duped by Robert Baldwin and Bob Rees.

 

So Bob Rees remembered Baldwin wowing everyone at conferences and being ‘well-known’ by the world’s finest brains. That’s interesting Bob, because not only did I discover in 1987 that Baldwin was loathed by his own staff and that the shenanigans in his labs were causing much embarrassment and fears that the CRC would be brought into disrepute, but after I left Nottingham I realised that people in other areas of the UK working in cancer research knew that Baldwin was not producing the data that he claimed to be.

In March 1988 I joined another CRC funded research team in the Dept of Biochemistry at the University of Surrey, led by Professor Vincent Marks. Vincent’s brother Dr John Marks was the President of the BMA – it was John Marks with whom Ken Clarke did battle when Clarke was Health Secretary and was concealing the child molesting activities of Sir Peter Morrison and the associated criminality of the Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Ken Clarke and John Marks really hated each other, but because they were both concealing the same serious organised crime, their war ended in stalemate. John Marks was President of the BMA whilst Tony Francis (Dr X) CC’d the BMA into the letters of his in which he detailed his plans to frame me for serious offences. John Marks was a barrister as well as a Top Doctor.

Vincent Marks knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, because I had to take time off to attend the hearing into my complaint – the hearing Chaired by Professor Robert Bluglass, which resulted in Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry concealing Dafydd et al’s wrongdoing (see post ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE’). I was never intimidated by Vincent in the same way that I was at St George’s by the dreadful Cathy Wilson et al, but Vincent did offer me kindly advice regarding a referral to a psychiatrist, describing a Dr Michael Browne as being ‘very good’. Michael Browne turned out to be appalling and was the subject of much dissatisfaction in Surrey. A few years after I decided that I certainly wasn’t going to visit him again, Browne was at the centre of a medical scandal involving the death of a young man in prison from serious negligence. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

Not only did Vincent Marks know about Dafydd and the paedophiles, but Vincent’s cancer research team – and presumably Vincent himself because the senior members of the team were good mates with him – knew about Baldwin. They told me that they had been at conferences where Baldwin had presented data that he claimed had been produced by his team at Nottingham that was obviously dodgy and when they questioned him about it, he was unable to answer any questions or explain how the data had been produced. I was told that ‘everyone’ knew that Baldwin was up to something questionable and that there was a great deal of anger in the cancer research world because of the millions going into Baldwin’s labs from the CRC.

The people who discussed Baldwin’s fraud with me were Dr Wynne Aherne and Evelyn Piall. I will stress that I never witnessed Wynne, Evelyn or any other member of Vincent Marks’s team at Guildford fabricate or dishonestly manipulate any data at all. But they knew that something was terribly wrong at Baldwin’s empire and as is traditional, no-one blew the whistle. Wynne continued in cancer research for many years – although she may have retired by now – and she continued to receive funding from the CRC and the body into which it evolved, CR UK. Wynne ended up as a Team leader at the Institute of Cancer Research in Surrey and even bagged a prize from CR UK.

Evelyn was unusual for a lab scientist in that she was a sort of society figure who had undertaken a PhD in middle age but did not intend to continue in cancer research, because she was relocating to Paris with her husband Tony, who was the leading civil engineer on Eurodisney which was at the time nearly completed. If Evelyn wanted to have blown the whistle on Baldwin, she certainly could have.

Another member of the team at Guildford was Anthea Hardcastle – who was from Cricieth in north Wales. Anthea’s closest friends were the Principal Biochemist at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his wife. Anthea was never anything but friendly and pleasant to me, but I’m pretty sure that her friends from Ysbyty Gwynedd will have filled her in on matters regarding Dafydd and the paedophiles. Anthea’s friends will definitely have known all about the chaos and criminality in Gwynedd Health Authority. It seems that Anthea has died – there is a justgiving fundraising webpage in her memory. Ironically the funds raised are going to the Institute for Cancer Research.

Another colleague of mine at Guildford was Miguel Godfrey, who was doing his PhD in the same lab as me. I see from my internet search that Miguel is now a leading light in the Freemasons in Guildford, precisely the Mark Provincial Grand Lodge of Mark Master Masons of Surrey. It was Miguel who told me that Jimmy Savile was known to the police in Leeds as a paedophile – Miguel told me that many years before Esther et al swore blind that ‘we didn’t know’.

Life is full of surprises though. An even bigger surprise than Miguel’s status as Mr Big in Freemasonry in Guildford is that I have found my name on a journal article which I knew nothing about and even more mysteriously I am listed along with a co-author of whom I had never heard until I found this article a few days ago!

I remember doing the work that had been published in this article which appeared in Biochemical Society Transations, Dec 1, 1989 and I know two of the authors – Wynne and Evelyn. Wynne, Evelyn and I are all listed as being affiliated to the University of Surrey. The article was published some months after I left Surrey, but that’s not unusual, articles are in the pipeline for many months before they are published. I’m a little puzzled though as to why I was never told whilst I was at Surrey that this article had been submitted – because it will have been submitted whilst I was still working at Surrey. I was told about another article that was submitted – for the American Journal of Cancer Research – which wasn’t published until after I left Surrey, but I never heard anything about this one. Furthermore, the mystery woman whose name is on the article did not contribute anything at all to the work that has been published with her name as the fourth author. She did not work at Guildford and her name was never mentioned as a collaborator on the work that we did at Guildford. So who is this person whose name was put on a paper along with mine, although she played no part at all in the work?

Step forward Professor Nicola Curtin, Professor of Experimental Cancer Therapeutics, Northern Institute for Cancer Research, Medical School, University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne.

Professor Curtin, as you are publishing my work under your name without my knowledge, would you like to let us all know whether this was just a one-off or is this your usual practice?

Nicola’s webpage tells us that she has been Professor of Experimental Cancer Therapeutics and has worked in Newcastle since 1982. Nicloa states that she has ‘more than 30 years’ experience in the development and biological evaluation of novel drugs to treat cancer and the development of biomarkers to predict and assess effects’. The work that I did which was published under Nicola’s name concerned developing a radioimmunoassay – so my work has contributed to Nicola’s ‘more than 30 years experience’ in this field. How much experience does Nicola REALLY have??

Nicola states that her ‘major interest is in targeting the DNA damage response’. Ah yes – we’re hearing a lot about that in the media at the moment, the ‘smart drugs’ which will target your very own DNA should you develop cancer. Tell me Nicola, have I done that work as well? Or was that somebody else’s work that you shamelessly plagiarised?

Nicola’s the Team leader for DNA damage response! Can I be a Team leader too Nicola?

The only person whom I was told was involved in the work that I did at Surrey who was not based in our lab at Guildford was Adrian Harris at Oxford. I never met Adrian, but everyone spoke very highly of him, he was popular and well-respected and it was made clear from the beginning of the project that the data would be shared with Adrian. There was one reason in particular why the team at Guildford were keen to continue to work with Adrian – it was because ‘everyone knew’ that Adrian was going to be a big name one day.

Adrian is Professor Adrian Harris, who leads the Hypoxia and Angiogenesis Group at the Department of Oncology, Oxford University. Adrian’s webpage tells us that ‘the focus of the group is on tumour angiogenesis and the role of notch signalling, and hypoxia biology and its regulation’.

That will certainly impress Tessa and Theresa – although they won’t understand a word of it.

Another £45 million is needed immediately! It’s the Race For Life! The victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales were indeed running for their lives, but they were followed wherever they went…

Adrian has recently retired and his retirement was marked by the NHS with the Regional Breast Cancer Academic Day.

Adrian had such a cult following at Surrey that one of the research rabbits was named after him. No, Adrian the rabbit wasn’t the subject of pointless experiments and then slaughtered like the mice in Baldwin’s CRC laboratories were. Adrian was used for raising anti-bodies which meant that every few weeks he was vaccinated and then a small sample of his blood was taken. Adrian was a well loved rabbit, big and floppy and he received many visitors who would take him out of his hutch and cuddle him.

I mentioned previously that Baldwin’s chamber of horrors at Nottingham was never targeted by animal rights activists – however the animals at Surrey were. A load of sheep were liberated to give them a taste of freedom and ended up on the main road at Guildford and were nearly hit by the Porches travelling at high speed. On another occasion the animal house was broken into and the liberators stole a number of animals, one of which was a little yappy incontinent dog. This dog was actually the pet of one of the technicians who kept it in the shed overnight because of its incontinent ways, but the liberators thought that it was a research animal. What was so incredible was that the dog was returned in another night time raid a few days later – it was concluded that the kidnappers had discovered the incontinence problem.

 

I only lived in Surrey for a year, but when I was there something quite memorable happened. I lived near Haslemere and when I first arrived in Surrey I purchased a mountain bike with the intention of cycling to the railway station and then catching the train into Guildford. I had only had my bike three days or so when I got off the train one day to find that it had disappeared – in broad daylight, at a well-used railway station. My bike had been locked to the railings with a top of the range lock because the bike had cost me a lot of money. The lock was still attached to the railings – my bike had been removed by a very nifty piece of handiwork which had involved just one railing being sliced through most expertly. I was mortified and called the police, who took a look and said that this was a very skilled job and that they thought that my bike must have been targeted by a gang of professional thieves. I didn’t have the money to spend on another bike, but luckily some friendly people in the village gave me lifts to the station. After a few weeks of regularly commuting at set times, I then had an even bigger adventure.

One morning I was walking from Guildford Railway Station to the University via my usual route, which took me along a footpath through a little copse. I was in the middle of the copse when I saw a young man sitting on an upside down supermarket trolley, as though he was waiting for someone or something. It was about 8-30 am so a bit odd. He watched me as I came towards him and carried on watching me as I walked past. I thought that perhaps he was the sort of bloke who was going to try and get into conversation and ask me out or something, but he didn’t. However he did begin following me. He was still very obviously following me when I came out of the copse, so I deliberately took a route across an open field up the hill in full view of some houses. The man turned around and went back into the copse. About an hour later the police arrived at the University, saying that a woman had been raped at about 8-40 in the copse that morning and asked if any of us had any info.

I met with the police and it transpired that the man had followed me and had raped the woman who had come along the path immediately after me, in the copse, once he had given up pursuing me.

I was a witness and later picked the rapist out in an identity parade. The police believed that he had raped and battered another two women in Guildford within the two weeks that he had been staying in the town. The rapist stated his intention to plead not guilty and I subsequently received a letter telling me to turn up to the Old Bailey to give evidence, threatening to arrest me if I didn’t. At the last minute the rapist changed his plea to guilty so in the event I didn’t have to give evidence.

When I lived in the south east of England I gained the impression that it was a rather dangerous place for young women, because the Guildford rapist was not the first lucky escape that I had. When I went to London in Oct 1986 to begin my MSc at RPMS, I initially temporarily stayed at my friends’ flat in Bethnal Green. Then I found a shared house in Harringay, but I used to go over to see my mates at Bethnal Green every weekend. It was in the Christmas holiday of 1986-87 that I was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital by Dafydd. I have explained in previous posts how Dafydd threatened me before I was released, told me that if I ever came back to north Wales again he’d have me arrested and that he had rung Haringey Social Services to let them know that I was living in their area no less. I was then driven to a railway station by two Angels, literally put on a train to London, told to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and warned never to go to north Wales again.

I made representation about Dafydd and the paedophiles as soon as I returned to London. My weekly visits to my friends in Bethnal Green continued. But on every occasion that I left the station, I would be followed by a particularly aggressive man who would hurl abuse at me and tell me that he was going to rape me. After the fourth time that I had this experience, I decided that this man probably was quite dangerous, so I started getting off at a different station and walking a different route to my friends place. The aggressive misogynist bastard was particularly memorable because he was always dressed in a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, but the rest of his regalia was black leather – he was mixed race. Of course I told Brown all about it and Brown discovered that a man of this description from the East End had recently been released from prison after serving a hefty sentence for multiple rapes.

I detailed in a previous post how when I put my house up for sale in Bethesda in the early 1990s, I received a cash offer within days from a man in Birmingham who wanted to relocate to north Wales. I was delighted. Unfortunately, when he moved in – I was still living in the same village, so heard all about it – he began sexually harassing my former neighbour as well as other women in the village. It transpired that he was a sex offender from the West Midlands whose family had packed him off to north Wales where his history wasn’t known. He was known to the mental health services and the police in the West Midlands.

I wondered why serious sex offenders were magnetically attracted to me for a long while, until Brown and me discovered the full extent of the wrongdoing of the serious criminal with UK-wide and European connections that is Dafydd. Brown observed that Dafydd had a great deal to do with sex offenders and general nasties and that his business network spread to every place in which I had lived when I wasn’t living in north Wales. Last year when I finally acquired all the NHS documentation concerning me, there were letters in the file between Alun Davies and other senior figures in the north Wales mental health services which overtly discussed which addresses I was living at and detailed the various – illegal – ways that Davies was using to access my home addresses.  Davies even had a contact at St George’s who was intercepting and reading mail that was arriving at the hospital for me in order to find out my home address.

For years it was known that a very serious workplace bullying problem existed in the mental health services in north Wales – the worst offenders were the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. The sickness rate in that team was the highest in Wales. This was partly because Slob Ingham and Tom Harney were lazy drunks who couldn’t be bothered to make it into work even to experience the joy of abusing their patients, but it was also because unsuspecting people who joined the Arfon Team could not face going into work after a few weeks of starting their new jobs. Just before I left north Wales, I was told that one woman had dared to put in a complaint of workplace bullying against Keith Fearns. She went off sick for a long time and when the matter had supposedly been resolved, she returned. She left north Wales two days later, after phoning a friend and telling them that on returning to work, she had been sexually assaulted by a male member of the Arfon Team – whom she refused to name – who told her that this is what happens to grasses.

I am only sad that the grass didn’t grass the whole lot of them up for every serious crime with which they have undoubtedly been involved. Fearns – this sort of gangland stuff is the reason why I decided to write this blog.

Now Dafydd, do you happen to know who the lunatic in fancy dress in Bethnal Green was or indeed the man who turned up in Guildford shortly after I did and who violently raped three women? Do you not think that you owe them an apology, putting them in danger as a result of trying to show me what happens to grasses?

 

The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board is back in the news again at the moment. An inspection of the Ablett Unit carried out by HIW has resulted in a damning report. HIW has stated – among other things – that patients are being put at risk, that facilities are totally inadequate and that there were only male staff on a ward with women patients. The response of the Betsi has been to say that £750 k has been spent on the Unit and another £400 k is going to be spent.

This is a Health Board that just doesn’t get that the problem is not and never has been money. The problem is that the north Wales NHS is full of people who once facilitated a sex trafficking ring – Dr Peter Higson was one of those who did so and he’s now the Chairman of the Betsi. No-one is ever dismissed for anything except for blowing the whistle on the abuse of patients. Tawel Fan Ward was closed down after a nurse blew the whistle on the biggest mental health scandal that there has ever been in the UK. The staff who abused the patients were all either suspended on full pay or given other jobs with the Betsi. A number of them were relocated to Bryn Hesketh where they were then caught abusing patients again – and were suspended on full pay… Some patients died as a result of their ill treatment in Tawel Fan and there are a number of investigations continuing – investigations with which the staff refused to co-operate. What the staff of Tawel Fan did do after the ward was closed down was appear in the Daily Post and insult the patients whom they had abused as well as their relatives.

One person has been sacked and struck off over Tawel Fan – Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the abuse. Nicola faced a kangaroo court held by the NMC where she was deemed a disgrace and later incurred screaming newspaper headlines for ‘having sex with a patient’. No-one mentioned that the patient whom Nicola had sex with was her husband. Furthermore, he was not her patient and never had been – before they married, he was a mental health patient from England and Nicola did not meet him through her work. Before Nicola was struck off she received death threats.

The Betsi is already in special measures and at a debate in the Senedd a few weeks ago, Conservative AMs Darren Millar and Mark Isherwood both spoke about the stream of deaths and scandals which continue to emanate from the Betsi and begged the Health Minister Vaughan Gething to act. Vaughan told them to stop ‘talking down the NHS’.

Please Vaughan, be my guest – develop serious mental health problems and go for ‘help’ from those mad intimidating criminals yourself. Perhaps then you will understand that money is not the issue, serious criminality is.

Yet another casualty of the Betsi has just been imprisoned. Hannah Turtle, a young mother with mental health problems from north Wales, killed her baby and is now in prison. The Daily Post Online went to town with headlines of ‘inside the mind of evil Hannah’ and it was explained that Hannah ‘has the same diagnosis as Beverly Allitt’. Well I’m glad that Beverly’s been mentioned, because there are plenty of indications that she was framed for the murders of a number of children who died on the ward where she worked as a nurse.

The hospital where Beverly was working had been deemed unsafe before Beverly ever went near it because patients had died for unexplained reasons. The hospital was in Grantham, Thatcher’s home town and the serious problems there were kept under wraps for political reasons. Beverly was the newest, most junior person working on the ward and when unexpected deaths happened, she copped it. Beverly has now been in Rampton for many years.

It was alleged that Beverly suffered from Munchausens by Proxy and had killed a number of children by injecting them with insulin. Munchausen’s by Proxy is a psychiatric illness which was invented by Sir Roy Meadow, who isn’t even a psychiatrist. After inventing this illness, a number of women were wrongly imprisoned for killing their children who had died of SIDS. Meadow didn’t just make up an illness, he also made up a load of statistics in his capacity as an ‘expert witness’. No statisticians were called as witnesses so no-one pointed out the serious errors that Meadow had made. A number of women spent years in prison before Meadow’s fantasies were scrutinised and the women were released.

The most well-known casualty of Roy Meadow was Sally Clark, a solicitor who had lost two babies, became seriously depressed as a result and took to drink. She was portrayed in Court as a wealthy drunken slapper who was too busy downing gin with her middle class friends to want to care for her children so she bumped them off. There was not a scrap of evidence for any of the allegations made in Court about Sally. Furthermore, it was later revealed that a pathologist had actually discovered that one of Sally’s babies had died from pneumonia, but he had deliberately concealed this. He and Meadow stood up in Court, lied their arses off and an innocent bereaved mother went to prison.

Whilst in prison Sally Clark was physically attacked for being a child killer. By the time that she was released she was destroyed and she died some months later. The Top Docs had not caused Sally’s family enough suffering however. When Sally’s husband gave an interview after she was released, Professor David Southall – another paediatrician who is an expert in Munchausen’s by Proxy – rang the police and told them that he knew that Sally’s husband was the person who had killed the babies. Presumably because his eyes were a bit too close together.

Roy Meadow was eventually struck off by the GMC after the most damning evidence was presented against him. Meadow appealed to the High Court and was reinstated. He was represented by the country’s leading lawyer in medical negligence – Nicola Davies QC! Nicola is now Dame Nicola and in 2014 was appointed the Presiding judge of Wales (see post ‘Here’s What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’).

Southall also appeared in front of the GMC and fought a battle as epic as the one fought by Meadow, maxing out the very extensive appeals system. Southall was finally allowed to continue to practice and now styles himself as someone who is involved in ‘international humanitarian work’.

Another expert witness testified to Beverly Allitt’s guilt as well, an expert in diabetes who maintained beyond all reasonable doubt that Beverly had done it. That man was Professor Vincent Marks!

Can someone please urgently reinvestigate  the case of Beverly Allitt and rescue Hannah Turtle as well?

 

BBC News Wales reported a great success at the Royal Gwent Hospital – a group of patients had all been discharged from hospital and had arrived ‘safe and sound’ at home, which meant that their beds were freed up. It is poignant that in these times of elderly frail people being discharged from hospital at 3 am and dumped on their doorsteps whilst wearing their nightclothes, that it is considered newsworthy when they arrive home in one piece without their lives having been risked. The thing that the Angels were really pleased about though was that beds had been freed up. Which reminded me of a case that Brown brought to my attention in 2004 in Staffordshire, which concerned a nurse who had attempted to murder four elderly patients to free up the beds.

When such cases are actually acknowledged as opposed to being covered-up, people are usually gobsmacked and say ‘how did it ever come to this?’. Quite easily. It’s what happens in a system which conducted a 35 year long vendetta against a young woman and every one of her close friends after she complained about a gang of paedophiles led by a mad old doctor in the wilds of north Wales. In 30 years I did not meet one Top Doctor who did not collude with Dafydd and the paedophiles when they found out what was going on.

 

The Today programme got excited yesterday regarding a report that maintained that thousands of patients are dying every year as a result of prescribing errors. Janet Davies from the RCN explained that it was all a result of understaffing and what is needed is more money, lots of it. Janet stressed that the NHS must not have a blame culture, but a learning culture. It doesn’t have a blame culture Janet – unless you’re a whistleblower or of course a patient who has dared complain. The NHS does have a learning culture though – as an institution it has very effectively learnt how to never hold itself to account no matter how great the disaster and how to blame all problems on the putative lack of funding or unreasonable patients. Swathes of the NHS are understaffed – such as the Betsi – because the workplace is so toxic that no-one can bear to work there. Other hospitals are under-staffed because the Angels have all resigned and then registered with an agency so that they can be re-employed in their former jobs on their former wards at a far higher pay rate. Janet also quoted a practice in the US which had really impressed her –  using different coloured syringes for different types and quantities of medication. Janet that is neither rocket science nor news – this was being discussed in the UK at least 10 years ago and in the case of a lot of medications, there are now distinctively coloured vials for different quantities/drugs. Still serious errors are made.

Jeremy Hunt was interviewed on the Today programme about the en masse prescribing errors as well. Once he had done the obligatory – praised ‘the fantastically hard working staff’ – Jeremy fished around for all sorts of reasons to explain the prescribing errors. He was very keen on the idea of new IT systems. Jeremy – one thing that the NHS does not have a good record on is IT systems. Wasn’t there one a few years ago which cost many millions of pounds and then had to be scrapped completely? Then before that, there was the dog’s breakfast which was the website for the Modernising Medical Careers scheme. Neither of those cock-ups were the fault of the Top Doctors. They were the fault of arrogant, stupid Gov’ts which had given contracts for badly thought-out ideas to fly-by-night companies run by Minsters’ friends.

 

My posts ‘Oh,No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’ and ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ mentioned figures on the left and union leaders who ignored or concealed the organised abuse of children and psychiatric patients whilst boasting of their radicalism and commitment to the oppressed. A number of these people were actually working for the security services. Richard Littlejohn of all people wrote about this in the Mail Online today. He discussed the trade unionist Brian Nicholson who, Nicholson later admitted, had spent years passing information to MI5 – MI5 infiltrated all the unions and political parties many years ago. Nicholson was a good mate of Neil Kinnock.

MI5 infiltrated all of the UK’s national institutions years ago and from the 1960s onwards were crawling all over north Wales because of Welsh nationalist activism. The security services had UCNW (Bangor University) under surveillance, because there was Irish Republican activity in the Students’ Union. MI5 and MI6 knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles and the sex trafficking ring.

Many of those who concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had connections with the security services and I have named a number of such people on this blog. I’m sure that the security services were not established with the remit of assisting the likes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but the problem was all those people in high places who were molesting children – their needs were prioritised over the kids and witnesses who were turning up dead.

What has struck me is how many writers and journalists on the left were facilitating the abuse of vulnerable people or who were even abusing vulnerable people themselves, such as Michael Foot and his circle and of course Bertrand Russell and his associates. Just months after I first encountered Dr DGE Wood in the Student Health Centre at UCNW who was busy facilitating the sex abuse ring, Brown and I had a very unpleasant experience with someone whom we contacted through New Statesman. Brown had just graduated and had moved into the house that I shared with my friends on Anglesey. He was looking for house renovation work whilst he published a few things and wrote proposals for PhD funding and Wood knew this. Brown and me used to regularly read New Statesman in those days and Brown saw an advert from someone in Llangollen who wanted help renovating his house and in return offered board and lodging and a bit of money. It seemed ideal, so Brown used to go there during the week and come back to Anglesey at weekends. Brown spent several weeks down there and got to know the man concerned, Leslie Gore, quite well. Or so he thought. This was in 1983. Gore was 61, had owned the house in Llangollen for years and used it as a second home. Back in the 1970s and 80s there were a number of establishments in Gore’s area which were run by members of the paedophile gang and a number of them subsequently went to prison for abusing the kids in their care. Brown and me knew nothing about Dafydd and the paedophiles then, although we did know that Denbigh had a terrible reputation.

Months and months after Brown finished the work on Gore’s house, a letter for Brown arrived at our house. Brown was visiting his mum in Somerset at the time and told me over the phone to open the letter and see what it was. It was from Leslie Gore and was a vitriolic blistering personal attack on Brown, accusing him of being a ‘conman and a thief’. I think it was the nastiest letter that I had ever read. I wrote back to Gore saying that I was really sorry but Brown was away but he would be in touch as soon as he returned. By return of post I received a reply – an insulting personal attack on me with a few Top Doctor-esque comments about how much he could tell about me from my letter. I wrote back to Gore and told him that I didn’t give a stuff what his ESP told him about me, I did not appreciate these insults coming through our letter box. Our house was then bombarded. Brown gathered up the letters and returned them to Gore unopened, telling him never to come near us again. Gore then sent a postcard so it could not be returned unopened. Scrawled on the postcard was ‘Apolog (sic) – for sharing a few thoughts with you. When two planks dropped out of my door I thought that it was shoddy workmanship. I now realise it was the earthquake.’ (North Wales was clobbered by an earthquake in the summer of 1984, it was pretty good, the earth shook and buildings were damaged.)

So who was this offensive madman whose house was at the epicentre of an earthquake but he didn’t notice and instead hurled abuse at Brown and me – just as I was sitting my finals?

Leslie Gore worked as a therapist at the North Wales Hospital! With alcoholic patients – alcohol and drugs were Dafydd’s speciality (as well as sex therapy and PTSD of course). Prior to that Gore had spent many years working at Newcastle Poly. Regular readers will remember that the paedophiles of north Wales had many connections in the Newcastle area and that Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, the two paedophiles who really stoked up trade at Bryn Estyn, had previously worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead. Gore also had a diploma from Imperial College and had worked at Keele University when it was in its early days. Peter Righton, a paedophile who doubled up as a social work academic and used his academic work to justify sex between adults and children, worked at Keele.

Now that Brown and I realise how long ago it was that we were targeted by these gangsters, the lengths to which they went to attack witnesses and that they had help from the security services, I think that it is highly likely that Leslie Gore’s aggro was a present from the paedophile gang. I suspect that the advert in New Statesman may even have been placed there for the purpose – it appeared just when Brown was looking for the very opportunity that Gore was presenting. It also meant that Brown was away during the week, so I was left to deal with the disgusting Wood and Gwynne the lobotomist by myself – and then we had to deal with upsetting shite coming our way as I was sitting finals.

Thanks Wood! What a vile scumbag you are.

If any readers have any info about Leslie Gore, I’d like to hear it.

Thank goodness we didn’t read New Society – John Allen advertised for the violent paedophiles who staffed Bryn Alyn in there.

I have mentioned that Sir Charles Evans, the former Principal of UCNW (Bangor University) protected staff in the University who were facilitating the paedophile gang in north Wales. Evans was a member of the team which made the first conquest of Everest in 1983. The team was led by Lord John Hunt, who held a senior role in the security services.  (See post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ for more information about Charles Evans and John Hunt.) Another member of the Everest team was on the radio yesterday – Jan Morris. Jan Morris was James Morris when she climbed Everest with Charles Evans, John Hunt and co. Jan Morris has done a great many admirable things in her life and fought Top Doctors herself – not quite in the way that I did, but Jan Morris underwent gender realignment surgery when such a thing was virtually unheard of. Jan eventually went to I think Casablanca for surgery. Jan spent her childhood in Oxford and Somerset but as an adult settled in north west Wales near Cricieth and has now lived there for a very long time. She and her son and his family are rooted in the locality and both are very well-informed and well-read. Jan’s son Twm has won Bardic crowns at the National Eisteddfod. Some of the people whom Jan and Twm have associated with I know concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles. A few years ago, I saw a photo of Jan with Christine Evans, the now retired surgeon from Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, with an accompanying piece of text in which Jan praised Christine Evans. Christine Evans is considered to be a Top Doctor who is very sympathetic to the needs of transgender patients.

Dr Chris might be a star in that regard, but when Mary Burrows was appointed CEO of the Betsi in 2009 and challenged the paedophiles’ friends, Dr Chris manoeuvred herself into the position of head of the Betsi Cadwaladr CHC (Community Health Council). Christine Evans did that for only one reason, as was clear from a blog that she wrote at the time – her aim was to protect all those colleagues of hers who were involved in very serious wrongdoing.

Jan Morris has had a very productive life, despite the distress that she experienced as a result of gender dysphoria – she has been up Everest, has written prolifically and has travelled all over the world. In old age she has spent her years in a lovely spot at Llanystumdwy. The victims of the paedophile gang found themselves imprisoned in Dafydd’s dungeon at Denbigh and a lot of them were found dead before they were 21.

Note to MI5 and MI6: The reason why you are given carte blanche to bug, to burgle, to infiltrate, to place folk under surveillance, to place fallacious news stories in the media, to whip up intrigue, to marry people whilst pretending to be someone else and to generally perpetuate your fuckwittery with no questions asked is that you are charged with upholding national security. ‘National security’ includes the matter of Top Doctors running a sex trafficking ring and providing children to Gov’t ministers for sex and destroying the lives of and killing the witnesses. From what Brown and I alone have experienced over the last 35 years or so, you were not very successful at doing this. You saw what was happening to us and knew who was doing it, but you chose to protect Gov’ts and corrupt professional people instead of us and indeed others who were targeted. Documentation that would have enabled us to publish what I am now publishing on this blog was deliberately witheld until most of the corrupt judges and Gov’t Ministers responsible for the carnage had died. Should you wish to get in touch and explain why the nation should not simply dismantle the NHS, the social services and the security services and save on your salaries, please do – because you do not seem to be fulfilling your remit.

 

‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’

My recent blog post ‘The BMA and It’s Ethics’ took a look at the grim state of obstetrics and gynaecology over the past thirty years in north Wales and yesterday’s post ‘Updates and News Round-Up, March 22 2017’ described how one Dr Simon Leeson was party to at least some of this, yet he paints a picture of him and his colleagues as selflessly dedicated to women’s health and in a bit of PR recently released by the Betsi states that their research into cervical cancer is ‘a cause close to our hearts’.

Many years ago I encountered a lot of other people for whom cancer research was a cause close to their hearts. Years before I did a PhD in sociology, I started a career as a biomedical researcher. In 1986-87 I completed the MSc in Experimental Pathology at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School, Hammersmith Hospital. This was a highly regarded course that was designed for people who wanted a career in medical research, particularly cancer research. The course was incredibly intensive with masses packed in but it was really interesting stuff. What was just as fascinating as the course content however were the dynamics at RPMS and some of the activities of the senior staff. There were an awful lot of civil wars between the various departments and between staff, although I witnessed this as St Georges Hospital Medical School as well a few years later – I now realise that this is characteristic of medical schools and the wider culture of the NHS. I was not the only student on the course to notice this – the rivalries and bad behaviour of a number of people was openly discussed, both among the students and between the students and more junior staff, who were always in danger of being caught in the crossfire. I learnt some very interesting things. A number of students on the course had friends and relatives who were employed across London in different medical schools and hospitals and were happy to flag up senior people whom it wouldn’t be a good idea to work with if such an offer was made.

The first person whom I was ‘warned about’ was a histopathologist, Julia Polak. She had a reputation for ruthlessly stuffing people over in order to advance her own career. I was told that when she first arrived in Britain ‘all she had was an Argentinian medical qualification that was unrecognised in the UK’ and that a very decent well-respected academic had taken her under his wing, employed her as a researcher and that was how she had launched her career. However her mentor had a shock when he retired and wanted to stay on to do a bit of research in his old department – I was told that Polak, who had by then become very senior in the department, refused him the facilities that he needed to continue his work. She seemed to be loathed by everyone and there were allegations that her research was questionable. Not that it held her back – she was already Professor Polak. Years after I had been warned off having anything to do with her, Julia Polak became famous for something other than histopathology. She hit the headlines for receiving a heart and lung transplant and immediately after this transplant, changing her research interest from histopathology to organ regeneration from stem cells. Two months after her operation she set up the Julia Polak Lung Transplant Fund and subsequently founded the Imperial College Tissue Engineering and Regenerative Medicine Centre, becoming it’s Professor in 1997. (RPMS had become part of Imperial by then.) Polak had already been working with Professor Sir Magdi Yacoub on lung tissue when she became ill herself and Yacoub subsequently worked with her on tissue engineering. She died a few years ago, by which time she was Dame Julia and glowing obituaries were written about her, describing her as some sort of superhuman. I was always interested in how she managed to launch a second research career in late middle age so soon after experiencing such serious health problems – she was a very big name in histopathology and it is unusual in for someone at that level to take up a whole new line of research and one would normally have to be beavering away for years to establish oneself as a big name in a second line of research. It is of course possible that Professor Dame Julia Polak was a polymath who was able to launch herself into a stellar career so soon after receiving a heart and lung transplant from one of her colleagues, but when I read about this, all I could remember were those warnings that I was given many years previously that she was completely ruthless and there were some people questioning her research…

Another controversial figure at RPMS was one Professor Nicholas Wright, Professor of Pathology. He was certainly entertaining as a lecturer, but there were many anecdotes concerning his alleged aggression and unscrupulousness circulating around the institution. He was so unpopular that he was criticised for almost everything that he did – for example on one occasion a pharmaceutical company were hosting one of their slap-up free lunches for everyone (which happened on a regular basis) and Nicholas Wright very obviously arrived minutes before lunch was served without having bothered to attend the lecture given beforehand, enjoyed a good meal and left immediately afterwards. People were complaining about his extreme rudeness in doing this, but to be fair, they’d all gone along for the free lunch as well and had only pretended to be interested in the lecture. The pharmaceutical companies who provided the free lunches were not doing it altruistically, they were feeding people and sloshing the wine about in an attempt to flog their drugs and to persuade big names to prescribe and endorse them. So I didn’t see much wrong with Nicholas Wright exploiting the drug company in this way. However there were stories which suggested that he was capable of serious unpleasantness. It was alleged that during a staff rugby match between academics and technicians, Nicholas Wright had punched a technician – not an accident in a rough game, just a straightforward punch, because a mere technician had dared tackle him. This was also a signal to all other technicians as to what was likely to happen to them if they tackled him. This was small beer compared to one anecdote however. One student on the MSc at the same time as me was an Iraqi GP, funded by his country’s Govt. I and other students noticed that he was being subjected to a lot of overt racism from the lecturing staff and was being openly insulted in lectures. When the time came for us to pursue a short research project as part of the course, Nicholas Wright specifically requested that the Iraqi man should carry out a project with him. No-one else was invited to – or indeed wanted to – carry out a project with Nicholas Wright anyway. Once we began our projects, we students didn’t see much of each other before the final exams. We then just sat the finals and dispersed. However when the results slip was sent to me with the list of successful passes, I noticed that we were all on it – except for the Iraqi GP. A few weeks later I went back to Hammersmith to sort out references etc and asked what had happened regarding the Iraqi doctor. I was told that he had been failed and was currently appealing. He had been failed because it was discovered that he had fabricated his research results. But what had really outraged RPMS was that when challenged ‘he tried to blame Nick Wright’ – the Iraqi man had defended himself by saying that Nicholas Wright had subjected him to such pressure to produce results that he had resorted to making them up. He was summoned in front of a panel including Nicholas Wright and roasted – when he was told that he was going to be failed, the Iraqi doctor had started crying, begging for mercy, saying that he had a wife and children in Iraq. I was told by someone who had witnessed all this that it was a real laugh, because Nicholas Wright had made this man kiss his boots. At the time that all this happened someone very unpleasant ruled Iraq – one Saddam Hussein. If that Iraqi doctor, funded by his Gov’t, had returned to Iraq without an MSc, something very nasty would probably have happened to him – or to his wife and children. I don’t know what happened to the Iraqi doctor who was forced to kiss Nicholas Wright’s boots, but Nicholas Wright is now Professor Sir Nicholas Wright and ended up achieving very high office at Imperial College School of Medicine. He is also a leading light in Cancer Research UK, the body that succeeded the Cancer Research Campaign. He is currently the Lead for the Centre of Tumour Biology at Bart’s Cancer Institute. Whilst I was browsing the internet a few days ago, I came across the text of a speech that had been given when Nicholas Wright had been presented with an honour from the University of Bristol – the speech was full of tributes to him and commented on his well-known sense of humour and his abilities as a particularly ‘violent rugby player’.

As readers may have guessed, a lot of the students on the MSc decided not to apply for PhDs or jobs at RPMS. But there were some interesting routes into employment at Hammersmith if one did want to work there. During our course we were given an anatomy lecture by a woman who was held in great contempt by many of the other staff because ‘she was a secretary who had done a degree in anatomy’. This was also the explanation given as to why this woman was so pompous and so confrontational – it was alleged that she felt inadequate. I remarked that I thought that was rather sad, if you’ve started off as a secretary and then moved on to a degree and a PhD in anatomy I’d have thought that was quite an achievement. It was then spelt out to me – I was told that yes she had been a secretary, but she had also been a mistress of one of the surgeons, a Mr Bentall (Hugh Bentall was actually a very well-known surgeon) and that was how she had been given an opportunity to undertake degrees in anatomy and subsequently land a job at RPMS.

Sometime after leaving RPMS I encountered a senior member of staff from another university who had done a stint working at RPMS in the histopathology dept. This person had been sent to RPMS by the authorities at their institution with a view to setting up a partnership. They were so horrified at the practices that they had witnessed there that they told me that the partnership was never established – they described RPMS as ‘a bunch of crooks’.

There was someone else who worked at Hammersmith in 1986/87 as well. I used to walk past his office on my way to the labs. That was one Dr Karol Sikora, who was Clinical Director For Cancer Services. Karol Sikora has become very well-known in recent years. He has also been a member of the UK Health Department’s Expert Advisory Group on Cancer, as well as the Committee on the Safety of Medicines. He is currently Medical Director of Proton Partners International and Dean of the University of Buckingham’s Medical School, the only private medical school in the UK. Sikora is a vocal member of group called ‘Doctors For Reform’ whose purpose is to dismantle the NHS. I have also read articles and comments in the laypress penned by Karol Sikora maintaining that doctors should be paid more because they do such an essential job. From what I saw at RPMS those doctors were doing very well for themselves indeed and if the general public had known about some of what was going on the myth of heroes working for the greater good would have been shattered.

I encountered more people for whom cancer research was a cause close to their hearts after I left RPMS. One was a man at Newcastle Medical School who, when he heard that I’d done the MSc at RPMS, told me that Nick Wright ‘is a good mate of mine’. This man was leading a research team looking at, I think, the genetics of lung cancer. His research was funded by the tobacco industry. I didn’t work with this man or know anyone who was working with him in Newcastle so I have no idea whether the source of his funding was compromising him or not. At that time, there were still some researchers receiving funding from the tobacco industry but it was considered rather dirty money – people whose funding was from other sources maintained that their hands were rather cleaner. One of the big funders of cancer research at that time was the Cancer Research Campaign. The Cancer Research Campaign used to fund some laboratories situated on the campus of Nottingham University, just opposite the Queen’s Medical Centre. The Director of these labs was a Prof Baldwin. I worked at those labs for three months in the autumn of 1987. There was a lot of funding from the CRC going into those labs and a lot of staff there, mostly junior researchers and some PhD students. There were four people who called themselves ‘the academics’, who were senior researchers leading the teams. However something very odd was going on there and, as at RPMS, there was a real ‘spirit of the blitz’ among the junior researchers – who were actually a very friendly bunch -in the face of much mistreatment and pompousing from ‘the academics’ and Baldwin, so there used to be a lot of anecdotes circulating around and discussion regarding The Puzzle. The Puzzle was – what were ‘the academics’ and Baldwin actually doing? The junior researchers were all being given utterly meaningless tasks and short-term projects which they were bright enough to realise could not be contributing to any overall meaningful research programme. The PhD students were expressing bitter regret that they had ever gone there and were in despair concerning their own projects. And one man was supposed to have been registered for an MSc – he had been doing it for eight years and there was no sign of it emerging. The ‘academics’ and Baldwin worked in complete secrecy and held research meetings between themselves to which no-one else was ever invited. People left this place at a rate of knots – it’s why I only stayed three months – because the atmosphere was oppressive and no-one was involved in any meaningful research. Medical students on placement from Nottingham Medical School also noticed how very strange these labs were. Whilst I was there, the staff openly discussed that what was going on – or indeed not going on – was a disgrace, that people were donating money to the Cancer Research Campaign in good faith and it was not being put to good use. No-one who worked there would ever donate to the CRC themselves because of this – indeed I don’t donate to cancer research because of what I know went on, although a lot of people have just assumed that I’m uncharitable when I haven’t handed dosh over in the face of people running marathons, wearing ribbons etc. So part of The Puzzle was how Baldwin et al managed to continue to secure funding for their labs from the CRC when no-one was doing anything. There was another bit to of The Puzzle as well. Baldwin and ‘the academics’ claimed to be working in partnership with an American pharmaceutical company and executives from this company would fly in from America, make their way to Nottingham and would present seminars – to which we were all invited, unlike the meetings between ‘the academics’. These seminars were a wonder to behold – the Americans would praise our work, thank us for the fantastic results that we had all produced and pay glowing tributes to these labs, making jokes about how they were working on a certain idea, but no doubt Nottingham CRC labs would get there first. After these grateful presentations from the Americans, the conversations among the staff would always be the same – what results were they talking about? No-one knew anyone in the labs who had produced any such results. Baldwin and ‘the academics’ wouldn’t have been able to produce all these fantastic results alone, they would need researchers working in labs to do it. So presumably Baldwin and ‘the academics’ had another set of world-class labs somewhere else producing all this research that so wowed the Americans and the Americans kept turning up in Nottingham by mistake.

A few years ago my friend Brown told me that on a visit to Nottingham University he noticed that ‘those CRC labs where you used to work have been demolished’. I am of the opinion that an awful lot of the institutions that have featured on this blog could be demolished and a lot of people would be rather better off, even if the well-paid people employed in those institutions are pursuing causes that are close to their hearts.