The Point Is To Change It

Previous posts and my post ‘Lest We Forget’ discuss the complete destabilisation of Bangor University by Dafydd’s gang and their associates from 2003 onwards, the witch-hunt to which my PhD supervisor and his wife were subjected and the plan to completely shaft the then VC, Merfyn Jones, because I had gained a PhD, was undertaking post-doc work and Brown and I had begun publishing about the excesses of the mental health services. Many paedophiles’ friends who were at each other’s throats united with a common purpose because the criminality that they had all been involved with for years was just so serious. The leader of the pack was Prof Fergus Lowe of the School of Psychology, who had built his career and his power base on overthrowing Dafydd’s influence in the University in the late 1980s and replacing it with his own equally toxic influence (see previous posts eg. ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ and ‘Feet In Chains’.)

As described in ‘Lest We Forget’, I realised that things were getting very nasty when I received a message from someone who’s daughter had died in the care of the mental health services in Powys telling me that a TV journo wanted to make a documentary on the appalling state of mental health care in the UK and they were interested in my story, yet the day before filming was due to begin the journo asked me to smear the VC when I was interviewed. When I refused I was told that filming could go ahead when I changed my mind. I heard no more, but I had previously been asked by an Angel who worked at Bangor University to place damaging untrue stories in the press about Merfyn after this Angel read an interview that I had given to a newspaper regarding the mental health services in Gwynedd…

Other gems were me being told that Professor Dylan Jones-Evans, an adviser to the Tory Party, intended to ‘blacken Merfyn’s name’ but he was going to wait until Merfyn’s wife had died before doing so, because it ‘will look bad’ if he did it while Nerys was terminally ill. Why was Nerys dying?? Just the little matter of the Top Docs at the Walton Centre finding that there was ‘nothing that they could do’ with regard to Nerys’s brain tumour. Of course some people do die from brain tumours, but Nerys died at a most convenient time for all those people who had stated that ‘we will get rid of him [Merfyn]’ before Nerys ever became ill. Dafydd’s gang ran the Walton Centre (see previous posts). Nerys had crossed the path of the gang herself in the early 1990s, which had resulted in fallacious allegations being made in ‘The Guardian’ about a senior sociologist at Bangor and Nerys was never forgiven (see post ‘Badlands’). Years later she married Merfyn and when he was appointed VC it was just too much for those we know and love to cope with.

At about the same time that Nerys died, a social worker who had been a colleague of Dafydd’s gang, along with her husband, was singing the praises of the Walton Centre who had successfully treated her for a brain tumour and now she was even back at work!

Ah the doctors they were wonderful!

Nerys and Merfyn were/are not neurosurgeons. How would they have ever known if the Top Docs – Dafydd’s associates – had told a few porkies about Nerys’s condition? Neither could they have relied on the second opinion of any other Top Docs; as experience has shown with me, Brown and two other witnesses, cross the paths of Dafydd and the gang and you will not get effective treatment no matter how ill you are and no Top Doctor at all will admit the truth, even if they keep a civil tongue in their head, a smile on their face and indulge in their very best ‘ooh don’t worry, we’ll look after you dear’. I have 30 years worth of documentation which demonstrates that.

At the same time that Dylan was waiting for Nerys to die so that he could blacken Merfyn’s name, another group of paedophiles’ friends were boasting about their plans to frame Merfyn for a crime.

Just before Nerys died, Fungus was telling Bangor University staff that they could forget about Merfyn now, he was finished and Fungus was in control. Dylan however was seriously pissed off because Merfyn ‘had been on his last legs but because he’s had compassionate leave he’s looking a bit better’.

It was widely known in the University that these things were happening, it was openly discussed. I was told that the RAE results were going to be terrible because so many people had co-ordinated to ensure a poor outcome to embarrass Merfyn, because his strategy was to build Bangor into a university with a solid research base. When Merfyn addressed the staff of the School of Education in his capacity as VC, I watched as, at 3-30 pm, the alarms of the watches of nearly everyone in the room went off simultaneously and they all walked out together, leaving Merfyn, my PhD supervisor and one Professor alone in the room with the post-lecture buffet. Many of those who staged the walk-out had previously worked as teachers in Gwynedd when that paedophile gang caused havoc, particularly among SEN kids. Brown and I had a lovely time with that buffet but if I’d been Merfyn I’d have sacked every one of those bastards. The associates of a gang of paedophiles on £40-50k pa who bugger off home at 3-30 pm and make a point of doing so when the VC has arrived to discuss the future of the University…

After the paedophiles’ friends walked out, an e mail was circulated to everyone in the School of Education from an ex-PE teacher inviting all to a meeting to discuss the very big threat that Merfyn posed to them what with his dangerous ideas of building up the research base of the University. My PhD supervisor turned up to find out what was going on only to find himself barred from entry. Paedophiles’ friends only!!!

Other joys at Bangor University at the time were the Finance Clerks Who Say Ni, who modelled themselves on the Knight Who Say Ni in ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’. None Shall Pass…

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When we were writing big research grant bids which needed to be accompanied by spreadsheets detailing projected staff costs, materials, everything down to the last penny – which takes days and was the job of the finance dept – some of the finance clerks (not all, but enough of them to cause chaos) would simply say ‘you fill in the spreadsheet’ when they were presented with the documentation. They didn’t just do this to post-docs, I saw the delightful Gareth Who Said Ni flatly refuse to complete the spreadsheet needed by a senior Professor. The Finance Clerks Who Said Ni however did manage to fill in the spreadsheets required by Fungus and the Psychologists and Fungus didn’t even have to chop down a tree with a herring or give the Finance Clerks Who Said Ni a shrubbery. Faced with the Finance Clerks Who Said Ni, I completed my own spreadsheets. The procedure was that the bids had to then be signed off by the Chief Accountant. So I went over to his office, only to find that he was ‘in a meeting with the Psychology Dept and will not be available until next week’. By which time the deadline for submitting the bid would have passed. So the Chief Accountant Said Ni as well.

After the Finance Clerks Who Said Ni successfully caused serious problems, the Translators Said Ni. Because Bangor University is bilingual, all public lectures have to be accompanied with Welsh-English translation facilities and I and my colleagues used to do that for our seminars as well. As the paedophiles’ friends became angrier and angrier, we noticed that translators who had been booked weeks in advance either didn’t turn up to the events or turned up so late that we were unable to hold the lecture or seminar. We couldn’t go ahead without the Translators Who Said Ni because it would contravene the bilingual policy.

The Translators didn’t just Say Ni to small seminars held by my colleagues and I. The Translators Said Ni to Merfyn as well and they did it in spectacular style. At one major public lecture given by the VC which had been very heavily advertised and was fairly crucial, all the translating equipment was checked at the start of the lecture, as usual. It was working. Merfyn began giving the lecture – in Welsh – so all the English speakers put their headphones on. My headphones failed first. I signalled to the translator; I was ignored. Then other people’s headphones failed; they were ignored… Then our headphones came back on again, as Merfyn continued speaking. Then, through everyone’s headphones, loud and clear, came the sound of someone having a pee in the bogs next door. There is no way that was an accident, a Translator Who Said Ni took a microphone into the bog with them and ensured that the sound of them piddling was transmitted into everyone’s headphones. Merfyn had no idea what was happening but he noticed the expressions on the faces of those in the lecture and knew that something was going on. Everyone was far too polite to tell him what the Translators Who Said Ni had done, so after the lecture I told him: They recorded themselves pissing in the loos and made sure that the whole audience heard.

A mole has told me that the Translators Who Said Ni staged these happenings particularly when I was at the events. As usual, the desire of the paedophiles’ friends to cause problems for me screwed things up for a lot of other people as well.

OK Finance Clerks and Translators Who Said Ni, now I’m going to tell my readers where this spiteful campaign against me, my PhD supervisor and Merfyn ended up and I look forward to you trying to justify what you all resorted to.

 

Towards the end of his term as VC, Merfyn was appointed as a member of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. The excesses of the NW Wales NHS Trust, the mortality rate, the litigation and the downright criminality of that Trust (see previous posts) had become so excruciatingly embarrassing that even the Welsh Gov’t could take no more and Edwina Hart, the then Health Minister, dissolved the Trust, along with the other two lethal, disastrous Trusts in north Wales and replaced them with the Betsi.

We cracked open the champagne, literally, foolishly believing that the services of the bunch of crooks and conmen – all associates of Dafydd – who had caused such destruction in the NHS in north Wales would now be dispensed with. Sadly not. Edwina’s past as a trade unionist and politician who had ignored so much criminality on the part of those we know and love meant that she was deeply compromised and couldn’t deal with them. There was a ‘no redundancies’ agreement with the NHS unions and almost every single one of those lying crooked bastards was recycled into the Betsi Board at their previous salary level, although I had given Edwina Hart enough documentary evidence to have had some of them arrested and charged, particularly Martin Jones, the CEO and Elfed Roberts, the Chairman. See previous posts.

Elfed was the only one who was not recycled into the new Betsi; he was given a seat on the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust instead. Martin had a job created for him, as the Director of the Workforce. There were ructions, people in north Wales were outraged at these crooks who had overseen such suffering and chaos just being transferred over to the new organisation. The outcome was that they were surrounding Merfyn, who was a new face in the NHS and the new CEO of the Betsi, Mary Burrows.

I and someone who made a witness statement about the threats and harassment to which he had seen me subjected were told repeatedly that ‘they won’t win’ and ‘when they lose, your life won’t be worth living’. Mary received death threats and I was told by a charming character that ‘we’ll take her out’. NHS union reps turned up to Board meetings and discussed threatening tactics outside in the corridor before the meetings got underway. Martin Jones began a blog, ‘The Workforce Director’s Blog’, which was no more than a vehicle for undermining Mary Burrows; every post was full of veiled insults and threats that were understandable to those of us who knew what was happening behind the scenes. Lies were spread about Mary in the locality and there was race hatred whipped up, Mary being American. I sat in meetings and heard racist insults and abuse directed at Mary.

After some months of sitting as a Betsi Board member, Merfyn resigned as VC. This was because he had been appointed as a SPAD to Leighton Andrews, the Welsh Gov’ts Education Minister and it would have been a conflict of interest for Merfyn to have held both positions. A rumour was sent around the University by the paedophiles’ friends that Merfyn had been embezzling the University funds and that was why he resigned.

After a year of Mary and the Betsi Board doing their best to reign the paedophiles’ friends in, an even bigger mushroom cloud went up when Merfyn was appointed Chairman of the Betsi. What followed was a wonder to behold.

Elfed Roberts began a campaign of terror against Mary and Merfyn when the Menai Deli, a sandwich shop which supplied the WRVS cafe in Ysbyty Gwynedd, lost the contract to Ginsters, a company based in Leicester. Not that is was anything to do with Mary and Merfyn, it was a decision made by WRVS HQ. Elfed’s campaign was based on the alleged ‘discrimination against a small Welsh business’. The small Welsh business in question being the Menai Deli, which happened to be owned by Elfed’s mates. Furthermore, its only contract was with the WRVS cafe in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Elfed’s wife was a leading light in the WRVS in north Wales. The Menai Deli was nothing more than a sub-contractor with regard to the cafe and it had bagged the contract through nepotism, it was not a ‘small Welsh business’, it was a scam. ‘Butty Wars’ was all over the ‘Daily Post’ for weeks and got as far as the London-based newspapers. WRVS HQ were subjected to hate mail and threats and the whole business affected their fund raising. See previous posts. Butty Wars succeeded in making north Wales look dreadful, just a bunch of racist, anti-English neanderthals.

The image of Wales was further tarnished at about the same time when Peter Hain’s house was surrounded by pro-hunting protesters and them telling journalists that Peter Hain ‘isn’t even Welsh, he’s fucking South African’. (I think that he’s Kenyan actually.) By the way liberators, Peter Hain’s mates were blown up and killed when he was in South Africa because he and his friends fought a bunch of racist bastards; Peter Hain was a braver man than you wankers. He came to the UK because he would have been killed if he’d stayed in South Africa. Furthermore, because he still insisted upon defending the rights of black people in South Africa when he was in the UK, someone tried to fit him up for a bank robbery and even after he was cleared, the old git of a Presiding judge insulted him. That judge was Sir Alan King-Hamilton, a friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, Sir Ronnie being the man who concealed the VIP paedophile ring run by Dafydd and the gang.

Oh so you’re going to protest outside Peter Hain’s house because he’s not Welsh?? Why don’t you take a few corrupt judges who assisted a gang of paedophiles along with you, I’d recommend Huw Daniel myself, Huw’s Welsh as well, his dad was one of the founders of Plaid (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’). Huw Daniel has spent his whole life kicking Welsh people who aren’t as privileged as him in the teeth. Is that to your liking? After you’ve invited a few corrupt Welsh judges to join you outside Peter Hain’s house in your protest re his racial origins, go and get your DNA analysed. No, it won’t show that you are related to the ancient Welsh Princes, no matter what Dafydd Iwan thinks, but you will find that you share over 90% of your DNA with vegetable matter, as does every other human being on the planet. DNA’s like that, it’s not very helpful to racist idiots.

I remember the dear old NF slogan well: ‘Racial purity means national security.’ Unfortunately for the NF, the Brits are one of the most mixed ‘races’ on earth…

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After the cause of Butty Wars was sadly lost, there was an attempt at a repeat performance when a lovely little Welsh company owned by Welsh people in the heart of Wales called Blas ar Fwyd lost its contract to supply the patients’ snacks trolley in Ysbyty Gwynedd with cakes containing even more sugar than Mr Kripling’s cakes. Who owns Blas ar Fwyd?? Dafydd’s son, Deiniol ap Dafydd.

Calon Lan!

Elfed and Dafydd only wanted the best for the patients of Ysbyty Gwynedd, which was why they ignored the sky high mortality rates and flogged the patients butties and snacks produced by businesses owned by their friends and relatives.

I knew someone who kept Elfed under observation during Butty Wars, while Elfed was picketing Ysbyty Gwynedd. Not only did Elfed use his time on the picket line to try to find tenants for one of the bungaloids that he owns, but he went in for making a few new friends on Facebook. However the silly old bugger was new to Facebook and he didn’t put any privacy settings up, so one could network among Elfed’s Facebook friends. Hilarious, there were retired coppers from forces known to have had problems with police corruption and the Chief Accountant of Bangor University was a Facebook friend of one of Elfed’s Facebook friends no less…

When Elfed was Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust, he had me repeatedly arrested, on one occasion for having pink hair and calling his car a penismobile. On another occasion Elfed had me arrested for ‘harassment’, the harassment being sending the Trust ‘reams and reams of e mails’. Which I did, I was trying to follow up a complaint that I had made after I’d been refused treatment and threatened by Angels and had been subjected to an attempt to frame me for a crime when I tried to access medical help . If somebody had investigated my complaint I would not have needed to have sent reams and reams of e mails. On that occasion, I was interviewed by a DC Steve Power, who admitted in front of the lawyer who accompanied me to the station, that Elfed had ordered my arrest because he was ‘fed up’ with me. Steve Power then told us that he was retiring in a matter of days anyway and that none of this was to do with him. I was released without charge. See post ‘After The Attempt To Frame Me…’.

I recognised DC Steve Power. He was the officer who some years previously had flatly refused to take down my complaint regarding an Angel and three healthcare assistants who had assaulted and injured me. The lawyer who witnessed DC Power’s taped confession re Elfed ordering my arrest because he was fed up with me was Frances Jones. I asked her to send me copies of Power’s taped confession but I heard no more from her. Frances Jones’s name appears on documents that my lawyers only sent me some three years ago. Frances was one of the lawyers involved in one of the attempts to frame and imprison me on the basis of the perjury of Gwynedd Social Services and Tony Francis et al back in the late 1980s/90s. See previous posts.

I saw Frances Jones again a few months after my arrest. She was sitting behind me at the memorial service for Prof Duncan Tanner, the Director of Research for Bangor University. Duncan died suddenly and unexpectedly in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd, during a routine procedure that is not considered at all risky. Unless you’re in the hands of Ysbyty Gwynedd of course. At Duncan’s memorial service, a number of people insulted Merfyn. As Frances Jones sat behind me I heard her telling other people that the huge problems in Bangor University were a result of the VC.

No Frances, the problems were the result of the associates of a paedophile gang, who, including you, are a bunch of lying, multifaceted crooked bastards.

One of my friends in north Wales told me that Frances Jones is considered to be an excellent lawyer who is much in favour with ‘the villains of Anglesey’, ‘she gets them off every time’.

Anglesey County Council – located at Llangefni – has been famed for its corruption for many years and children in care on Anglesey were abused. Some Anglesey County Councillors went to prison and returned to their roles as Councillors when they were released.

Regular readers will know that Elfed was previously Acting Deputy Chief Constable of the North Wales Police and was obliged to leave the force under a cloud smelling strongly of corruption (see previous posts). Back in the Good Old Days, Elfed was the Sergeant at Llangefni Police Station on Anglesey. Elfed was one of those coppers at Llangefni who was mates with Dafydd, Dafydd living about four miles away from Llangefni. A veteran of Welsh language protests told me that she and her mates were assaulted by Elfed when they were campaigning.

After Dafydd’s charidee CAIS began providing ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales, the heroin problem in the region exploded. Particularly in Llangefni. No-one could work out why, Llangefni is a just a small rural market town!

 

One of the senior managers at Ysbyty Gwynedd who colluded to undermine Mary and Merfyn was Trystan Pritchard. Trystan told someone known to me that he really liked Elfed because Elfed had done so much for the Welsh language. Trystan is a Bangor graduate who, before joining the NHS as a corrupt manager, was a journo. I watched Trystan having a very chummy meetings with a journo days before yet another bad news story about Merfyn hit the local papers. Trystan is a Freemason who is relatively young for the sort of boring corrupt old fart who dresses up in silly gear.

 

After war was waged with tasty morsels baked by friends and relations of Dafydd, the forces of hell were unleashed upon Mary and Merfyn. Patients were told by Top Doctors to write to their MPs to ‘complain about them’; the appointments system was sabotaged which meant that cancer patients only received urgent appointments through the post AFTER the date of their appointment had passed; the pathology lab test results were screwed up, consistently placing patients in danger and resulting in numerous complaints; rumours were spread around Bangor that Mary and Merfyn had mismanaged the Board’s finances so badly that they were responsible for the Board’s debt (no, the previous Financial Director of the NW Wales NHS Trust stuffed Elfed and Martin over before the Trust was dissolved and the funds disappeared with her); medical records disappeared when Mary tried to investigate serious complaints and staff lied to protect abusive colleagues; and lies were told by the Top Docs, Angels and middle managers about every aspect of patient care and safety, so Mary and Merfyn couldn’t take preventative measures because the info needed was actively witheld from them.

When Mary and Merfyn organised a patients’ consultation day with regard to the mental health services, Alun Davies the former manager of the Hergest Unit turned up along with a bunch of henchmen and tried to influence the outcome. The North Wales Community Health Council, ‘the patients voice’, was colonised by Top Doctors and Christine Evans, a retired surgeon, took over as Chair while admitting on her blog that she had taken the position to keep her former surgeon colleagues at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd out of trouble after the Royal College of Surgeons had written a damning report about their misconduct. See previous posts.

The BMA joined in the fun. They mobilised the wider BMA in Wales and also busied themselves locally. A local BMA group specific to North East Wales was formed with a grandiose name; it was actually Philip Banfield and his mates. Philip Banfield is an obstetrician at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd who knows all about Dafydd’s gang, Banfield has been in north Wales for years.

On another occasion the BMA held a meeting in one of the north Wales hospitals with regard to an election which contravened all proper procedures in the run-up to an election. Mary and Merfyn told the BMA that they could not hold such a meeting on NHS premises at a time of ‘purdah’. The BMA got arsey and decamped to an hotel down the road and held their procedure-breaching meeting there.

Unlike Elfed and Martin at the NW Wales NHS Trust, Mary did investigate patients’ complaints. She was up against it because many of the staff of the complaints dept had been inherited from the NW Wales NHS Trust and they continued to insult patients and ignore Mary’s instructions to investigate complaints. The NHS unions continued to protect abusive staff.

On Mary and Merfyn’s watch, Alan Roberts, a senior Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd, was prosecuted and convicted when he threw a lady in her 80s across the ward and injured her. Roberts mounted a campaign in his defence which was backed by other Angels as well as union reps and student nurses were bullied into supporting him. He took his case to appeal, backed by his union (which I think was the RCN) and won. Roberts didn’t win because he didn’t assault the old lady, he won because it could not be proved that her injuries had resulted from him throwing her across the ward. The old lady wasn’t there to give evidence because she had died. Roberts had also impersonated a police officer which was never addressed.

Roberts ‘the gentle giant’ received much press coverage and after he won his appeal, he told the media that he would be returning to work as an Angel. Roberts’s wife was an intensive care Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd and She Stood By Him, as did his son, who was a student Angel.

After one of his court hearings, Alan Roberts shook his fist at me as he left. Why did I attend court? Because when the NW Wales NHS Trust was run by Martin and Elfed, Alan Roberts refused to treat me, threatened me and accused me of ‘impersonating a GP’. My subsequent complaint about him was never investigated and Martin told me that it was me who been ‘threatening and aggressive’ to Roberts. So Martin and Elfed ensured that Roberts remained in his job as an Angel, in a senior role, where he later threw an elderly lady patient across the room and injured her. See post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’.

 

After public protests and much ranting in the press over Mary and Merfyn’s alleged plans for the NHS in north Wales – no plans had been finalised, but the paedophiles’ friends spread panic across the region by telling bare-faced lies – Mary and Merfyn held a public meeting, at which they strove to be as honest and transparent as possible. They were met with a baying mob who threatened them with physical violence, in front of the journos, TV cameras and politicians who also attended the meeting. Not one person called for calm and the threats of violence towards Mary and Merfyn were not reported in any media outlet. What was reported was that the whole of north Wales were livid over that dreadful Mary and Merfyn who Weren’t Listening To The People.

I don’t know who the baying mob were, but I don’t think that they constituted The People. I had arrived for the public meeting early and I saw that baying mob disembark from a series of coaches, only to be greeted by a man with an NHS lanyard around his neck yelling cheerfully that ‘this is the day that Mary Burrows gets her P45’ and that today will be the day that they get the bitch out.

After threatening Mary and Merfyn, the baying mob walked out waving their fists and the meeting was closed shortly after. As people filed out of the door, the man who had greeted the coaches went absolutely apeshit. He started screaming at Mary that there would be blood and throwing chairs around the room. He was tended to by someone else who had an NHS lanyard around her neck who dispensed kind words in his moment of trauma. If that man had been an Empowered Service User he would have been arrested, charged and probably remanded in custody.

 

So who was the problem? A bunch of lying thugs who had facilitated a paedophile gang for years? Of course not, it was Mary and Merfyn as any fule kno. They listed to patients, they investigated complaints, they held public consultations, OF COURSE THEY HAD TO GO!!!

 

In June 2013, Merfyn and Mary hit the headlines of the London-based media as well as the north Wales media when they resigned after the publication of a damning report about patient care and safety at the Betsi. The report was compiled in the wake of a C difficile outbreak in which patients had died. Merfyn gave interviews and some of them are still available on BBC News Wales archive clips. He reflected on the report which had stated that there had been a breakdown between ‘ward and Board’ at the Betsi and that he and Mary had not been aware of what had been happening at ward level. Merfyn stated that he had to accept that was indeed true, they had not been aware of a number of matters of which they should have been aware. He told the BBC that he had not been able to effect change and he had therefore offered his resignation to the Health Minister Mark Drakeford and Drakeford had accepted it.

Merfyn did not tell the media that there had been a conspiracy to keep crucial information from the Board. He did not tell them that Mary and he had received hate mail and death threats. He did not tell them that I and other people who had complained about the NW Wales NHS Trust had been threatened, assaulted, repeatedly wrongly arrested and unlawfully refused all NHS treatment. Merfyn did not tell them that I had given Drakeford’s predecessor Edwina Hart enough evidence to have Elfed, Martin and a number of Top Docs and Angels arrested and that Edwina had simply refused to act. Neither did Merfyn tell the BBC that when he had been VC of Bangor University, a post-doc was asked to smear him in a documentary about the mental health services and two PhD students who were friends with that post-doc had been followed around University premises by off duty police officers and intimidated.

Perhaps Merfyn should have just said ‘I’m dealing with the associates of a fucking paedophile gang here who have deliberately let patients die in order to force my resignation’, but the BBC probably wouldn’t have broadcast that because Jimmy Savile had been a visitor to Bryn Estyn and one boy alleged that he had been gang-raped while Savile looked on.

 

 

The report that condemned Merfyn and Mary was compiled by the WAO (Welsh Audit Office) and HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales).

At the time of the report, the Auditor General for Wales was Huw Vaughan Thomas. Huw Vaughan Thomas was Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96. Huw was Chief Exec of Gwynedd CC while the paedophile gang were active in Gwynedd’s children’s homes and while employees of Gwynedd Social Services lied about me and other patients to the police and on oath in attempts to secure convictions against us. Huw Vaughan Thomas was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when Patient F was denied access to his own baby on the basis of unproven allegations that he was a ‘risk’ to the baby. The baby was brought up in the care of a family with two adult male sex offenders in the household. F and other people raised concerns about one of these offenders and Gwynedd Social Services admitted that he had confessed to indecently assaulting two 10 year old boys. No action was taken against him, not even when he and his friend subsequently offered their services as babysitters and yet more complaints were made about them. F was never given access to his own child and the family whom Gwynedd placed F’s baby with later left the area. F never saw his child again and did not know where he was. See previous posts.

Huw Vaughan Thomas was appointed as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council in the middle of the North Wales Police’s investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Chester. The investigation was closed in 1992 and the police stated that no evidence of any ring had been found.

The child protection officer who denied F access to his child and who refused to even hold a case conference when F raised concerns that his baby could be at risk from the sex offenders in the household where his baby was being raised was Jo Bott. Jo Bott was a former police officer who was subsequently employed by Gwynedd Social Services.

Jo Bott alleged that F’s new wife had been ‘harassing’ the mother of F’s baby and ordered F’s wife to ‘leave her alone’. F’s wife had had no contact with the mother of F’s child since the baby was about two weeks old. The contact then was a visit to deliver clothes and a present for the baby. Because as Jo Bott knew damn well, F’s new wife had been friends with F and his stepchildren for a number of years and had paid for meals and lent the family money when they needed it. Hadn’t she Bott??? In fact the reason that she got to know F was that he found out about the attempts to imprison her on the part of Gwynedd Social Services and the Top Doctors and having been wrongfully imprisoned himself by the same people, F offered advice. F also offered other Empowered Service Users who were being abused and neglected by Jo Bott’s colleagues advice, which was why so many people used to congregate at his house in Bethesda…

Then there was the visit that F received from armed men when he put his house up for sale. No of course he didn’t tell Bott et al, but all the Empowered Service Users knew about it.

 

After Bott told F’s new wife to leave the mother of F’s baby alone, F’s new wife received nearly £1000 worth of bills from F’s former partner which had been run up in F’s name, along with a demand that she pay them. Then a few weeks later came a demand for some baby equipment. Oh then after that F and his new wife were offered baby photos of the baby that F was not allowed to visit – accompanied by a demand for more money of course…

Leave her alone??? F and his new wife wished that the malicious cow had moved to Jupiter but it really was quite difficult to escape her as the baby was wheeled past their house at regular intervals.

Then there was Martin, a young man who had witnessed everything re F’s baby, who was found dead in the road near Bethesda, at about the time that Huw Vaughan Thomas took up his job as Auditor General for Wales. Martin had witnessed rather more as well, because he was the father of the baby of F’s former partner’s daughter’s baby. Martin applied for custody when he discovered that the mother of his baby was battering the living daylights out of the baby. Gwynedd Social Services told Martin that they would be awarding custody to his former partner if she turned up to the hearing. Fortunately for Martin and his daughter, Mandy couldn’t even be arsed to go to the hearing so Martin was able to bring up his little girl. Until he was found dead that was.

So Huw Vaughan Thomas, who presided over this nightmare, had the final say on Merfyn’s performance as Chair of the Betsi Board!!!

For the full background on Huw Vaughan Thomas and his long list of public appointments – Huw has also been Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council and a member of the Parole Board, among many other things – see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’.

Huw: presided over a murderous paedophile gang:

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Why was there was vacancy as the Auditor General for Wales for Huw to step into? The vacancy arose when Jeremy Colman, the former Auditor General for Wales, resigned and was in 2010 jailed for the possession of child porn (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas wasn’t the only person who was responsible for those harsh words about Merfyn, I must be fair here. After all, HIW compiled the report in partnership with Huw Vaughan Thomas. The Chief Executive of HIW was Dr Peter Higson. Peter Higson had previously been a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital; the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and the manager of the mental health services across the whole of north Wales. Peter Higson was a colleague of Dafydd’s and a good friend of Fergus Lowe.

Peter Higson had a little break away from his multiple roles in the NHS as a facilitator of Dafydd’s gang. In the early years of the millennium, Higson was the interim Chief Executive of ELWa, a Welsh quango responsible for education and training. The Chair of ELWa was Enid Rowlands. Who is married to Huw Vaughan Thomas. Enid is a psychology graduate who comes from north Wales! Just like Peter! There was a bit of a row in 2003 when Enid was Chair of ELWa because £2 million found its way into the pockets of a company called Avanti and no-one could explain where the money had gone after that. Enid refused to resign, even when it was revealed that accounting procedures had not been followed and that conflicts of interest had not been declared when Peter was appointed as interim Chief Exec of ELWa, even though Peter was a Director of the North Wales Health Authority and Enid Chaired that Authority!

Enid has clocked up nearly as many public appointments as her husband has. Among other things, Enid was/is Chair of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority; was a member of the GMC for eight years; was UK Chair of Victim Support; was a member of the North Wales Police Authority; was/is a member of the S4C Authority; was/is a member of BUPA Council. See previous posts, including ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’.

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ELWa eventually disappeared in disgrace although sadly Enid didn’t and Peter Higson was appointed as the Chief Executive of the newly created HIW. In that role, Peter Higson refused to investigate all of my very serious complaints about the North West Wales NHS Trust. But then Peter had, years previously, refused to investigate all of my complaints about Dafydd et al and Gwynedd Social Services.

 

So, after Merfyn was set up and blown out as Chair of the Betsi, a new Chair was appointed. It was Dr Peter Higson. After Higson took up the Chair of the Betsi Board, HIW was declared to be in such a sorry state that it was ‘not fit for purpose’. Peter Higson was the only Chief Executive that HIW had ever had and he had been there from its creation.

Do any readers know if the creation of HIW might have been the idea of a man called Peter Higson or one of his friends or relatives?

When Peter Higson was appointed Chair of the Betsi Board, Margaret Hanson was appointed as his Vice-Chair. Margaret had previously worked as a children’s and family social work team leader for Cheshire Social Services. Dafydd’s gang operated in Cheshire as well as in north Wales, through the social services. Margaret was also a Councillor in Cheshire. Margaret Hanson is married to David Hanson, the Labour MP for Delyn in north east Wales. David was also a Councillor in Cheshire; Davies was appointed as Miranda’s PPS in 2001, when all those people were yelling in the aftermath of the publication of the Waterhouse Report that Waterhouse had been a huge cover-up. See previous posts for further info about the Hansons.

When Peter and Margaret took over at the Betsi, Margaret commented to the media that she was appalled at the state of the Betsi and she really didn’t know what those previously at the helm had been thinking of.

It is now more than five years since Merfyn and Mary resigned from the Betsi. Mary sadly died of cancer a few years ago, but not before the ‘Daily Mail’ published an article about her, denouncing ‘her shameful legacy’. There has been scandal after scandal after scandal at the Betsi since Mary and Merfyn resigned. There have been allegations of severe staff bullying and an Angel who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal, the biggest EMI patient abuse scandal in the history of the UK, received death threats and was sacked by the Board. Not one of the Angels who were filmed undercover swearing at patients who were crawling around naked on floors covered in faeces and urine was disciplined. The Angels gave interviews to the ‘Daily Post’ stating that there was nothing wrong with the care in Tawel Fan ward and that the relatives who complained were ‘troublemakers’. Some of the same Angels were subsequently caught abusing patients in the ward to which they had been transferred after Tawel Fan closed down. None of them have been disciplined.

The obstetric service at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was found to be so dangerous that a hit squad was sent in from the Welsh Gov’t to ‘turn it around’. There were accusations that the behaviour of one obstetrician was so crazed and intimidating that it had caused meltdown in the service. Phil Banfield is the senior obstetrician at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. The Board was placed in special measures and the first goal of the hit squad was to ‘achieve normality’ in the maternity service. The Board remains in special measures all these years later because normality has still not been achieved.

The abnormality of the obstetric service at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd had obviously been missed by Huw Vaughan Thomas’s wife Enid, who was Chair of the North Wales Health Authority long before Mary and Merfyn got near the Betsi. But Peter Higson, being a Director of the North Wales Health Authority had missed the abnormality along with Enid. But then Peter’s mate Prof Bob Woods from the School of Psychology at Bangor University has been north Wales’s expert in dementia care for decades now, so he must have been something to do with the abnormality at Tawel Fan. Another of Peter’s many roles was that of a lecturer on the clinical psychology course at Bangor University. Bob Woods was Director of that course and before the North Wales Hospital was closed down, clin psy students did their ‘training’ placements under the lecherous eye – and hands – of Dafydd.

Peter Higson is also a member of the Council at Bangor University. After Peter was appointed to the Council, Bangor University awarded Peter’s sister, Dr Ruth Hussey, an honorary degree. Ruth was Chief Medical Officer for Wales, 2012-16. Ruth was CMO for Wales when the Betsi was failing to achieve normality, in spite of the best efforts of the hit squad from the Welsh Gov’t. See post ‘Topsy and Tim’ for further details of Peter And Ruth’s biographies.

 

Well after Merfyn and Mary resigned, the Betsi Board effectively went bankrupt and the Welsh Gov’t bailed it out. Several times. But still the Board couldn’t manage. The Board has a recruitment crisis in every aspect of its work, no-one wants to work for the NHS in north Wales in any capacity. Litigation against the Board is soaring and the Public Services Ombudsman for Wales has spoken out repeatedly about the worrying number of complaints that he is dealing with about the Betsi. The mortality and suicide rates for north Wales are some of the worst in Europe and have got worse since Mary and Merfyn departed.

Since Mary and Merfyn resigned, the Betsi’s performance, on every measure, has plummeted and the Board has sunk so deeply into the red that it doesn’t make sense for the Welsh Gov’t to talk about giving the Betsi a bail out to enable it to balance the books. The Board is bankrupt, has been for quite some time and it is sinking deeper and deeper and deeper.

 

The Tory AM Mark Isherwood some months ago made a speech in the Senedd in despair at the state of the Betsi and the patient harm and deaths, ending it with ‘this cannot be allowed to continue’. Vaughan Gething, the Welsh Gov’ts Minister for Health told Mark to stop talking down the NHS.

As for those politicians who sat in silence in that public meeting some six years ago while an organised mob hurled threats and abuse at Merfyn and Mary, they are still in office. One was Darren Millar, the Tory AM for Clwyd West. To be fair to Darren, he is the only politician who in recent years has called for prosecutions with regard to the abuse of patients at the Betsi.

Another of the politicians was Plaid’s Llyr Huws Gruffydd. I had met Llyr before I saw him sit in silence at that meeting. I had previously e mailed him and given him full details of the extended neglect and abuse of a friend of mine at the hands of the mental health services in north Wales. Llyr wrote me a very nice e mail back saying that this sounded shocking. When the mental health services heard that I was writing to politicians, they admitted my, by then, very very ill, suicidal friend to a psych ward in Wrexham Maelor Hospital. Llyr turned up and the Angel in charge told him that there were no problems at all re my friend. Llyr told me that my friend was in safe hands. My friend was discharged the next day and, once more, unlawfully refused NHS care. He became destitute and nearly died some months later. I never heard from Llyr again, although I did e mail him and tell him what was happening to my friend.

The third politician who sat in silence at the public meeting was the Labour AM for the Vale of Clwyd, Ann Jones. Ann Jones regularly comments on her support for the NHS and its wonderful staff. She has never said a word about the escalating horror prevailing at the Betsi since Mary and Merfyn’s departure. But then Ann Jones never said a word about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal despite being on the scene throughout it all. Jones was born and educated in Rhyl, was a Rhyl Town Councillor and a Denbighshire County Councillor. Ann Jones is Deputy Presiding Officer of the Welsh Assembly. I am still on the mailing list for many of the things which I was involved when I was still in Wales and a few days ago I was invited to a Wimmins Event with Ann as a guest speaker. I’ll give that one a miss, I don’t want to be told that Ann is my role model. Even if I did feel in need of a role model, I would not choose Ann.

 

A third person resigned along with Merfyn and Mary, that was Dr Lyndon Miles, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Board. I always found Lyndon very pleasant and approachable and after the threats and abuse at the public meeting, I bumped into him in a cafe and he told me that the Board were getting a very bad time but they were determined to see this through. Two weeks later Lyndon resigned and I think that he resigned before Mary and Merfyn.

Lyndon wasn’t crazed and threatening like the other Top Doctors, but he definitely knew what they were doing and had known for years. Lyndon is a GP and arrived in Bangor in about 1984, when the gang called for reinforcements. The reinforcements were all like Lyndon, they weren’t obviously mad a la Dafydd et al but they colluded with Dafydd and the gang. Lyndon was a GP in the Student Health Centre in UCNW, he worked with Dr D.G.E. Wood, Liz Stables and Gwynne the lobotomist who were facilitating the trafficking ring. Lyndon was the GP of my housemate Anne Vernon when she was killed by the gang. Lyndon was also the GP of the young female psych patient who was used for sex by the junior gynaecologists of Ysbyty Gwynedd, made pregnant twice by them and then coerced into abortions which they had arranged. She was subsequently refused all NHS treatment and told that if she wanted to access care she’d have to move to England. See post ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’

Lyndon worked as a GP in north Wales throughout the worst of Dafydd’s gang; he was there during the rapes of the kids in care, the unlawful denial of access to NHS abortions anywhere in north Wales thus forcing women into the hands of the dangerous ‘private’ abortionist in Chester, the framing of victims of the gang, the banging them up in high security hospitals, the constant suspicious deaths and suicides, the forging of records and throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry, Lyndon knew about it all and he has never said a word. He also knew what happened to me. Lyndon also spent years as Vice-Chair of the Gwynedd Local Health Board. Lyndon knows all about the murdering criminal bastards.

Lyndon is now Chair of St David’s Hospice, an institution run entirely by Dafydd’s gang. Alun Davies became Chief Exec of St David’s Hospice when the deaths and suicides of patients and staff at the Hergest Unit meant that even Davies was too embarrassed to remain as the Director of the mental health services for the NW Wales NHS Trust any longer. When Davies retired from St David’s Hospice just a few years ago, Trystan Pritchard was appointed Chief Executive. See post ‘The CEOs of St David’s Hospice’.

 

It is clear that Dafydd’s gang and their associates did indeed precipitate a situation in which patients died at the Betsi in order to cover Merfyn with crap and force him to resign as Chair.

Perhaps someone needs to hold the following people to account:

The Director of the Pathology labs who knew that infection was raging throughout the hospitals managed by the Board but did not control the situation or keep Merfyn and Mary informed. That person is Dr Avril Wayte. Avril is a member of the Board of Dafydd’s charidee CAIS.

Avril is married to Dr Donald Wayte, a retired pathologist. For years, Donald Wayte was the senior pathologist for north Wales. Highlights of Don’s career included accusing parents, in public, who’s children had died of SIDS of having murdered them on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all and taking the 15 yr old son of a friend of his into the hospital to work with him without gaining permission or ethical clearance from anyone. The teenager had a lovely time, he saw the dead bodies, the lot, thanks to dear old Don.

Don played a key role in many a Nasty Case and an ‘Orrible Murder, what with ruling the roost over the whole of north Wales for many of the years that Dafydd’s gang ran riot, years in which north Wales became famous for its corruption in medico-legal circles, the fitting up of innocent people and the ludicrous explanations for the suspicious deaths of so many victims of and witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd’s gang. People were found hanging, found dead from overdoses, they were hit by cars, they fell out of windows, down embankments, out of trains going at speed, they were killed in fires, there was no end to the untimely and unfortunate deaths of so many in north Wales who had encountered Dafydd et al. The coroner or judge presiding over the trial often relied on the evidence of Dafydd’s mate Don.

Don was the pathologist who gave evidence at the July 1996 trial of Howard Hughes. Hughes was found guilty of the 1995 rape and murder of a little girl called Sophie Hook, who disappeared from a tent in a garden in Llandudno and who’s body was later recovered from the sea. Howard was a wrong ‘un, everyone knew that, especially the police. Howard had a chromosome abnormality which caused him to grow very tall, he is getting on for 7 foot high. Howard also has learning disabilities and cannot read and write, so he could not read the statement that he made to the police. Howard has always denied knowing anything at all about Sophie’s disappearance. He came under suspicion because he was seen on a footpath near the garden from where Sophie disappeared. But nowhere near the time that Sophie disappeared. Furthermore, the garden where Sophie was camping is in a suburban part of Llandudno, so a lot of people were on that path.

The police seemed to know that they were looking for a big man with learning difficulties because they told the world that they were looking for a big brute. They found one shortly after saying that and arrested Howard. They had to release him again because there was absolutely no evidence linking him with the crime. While Howard was out, the police raided his house and most conveniently found child porn. So he was re-arrested. Howard was remanded in custody and when he was in prison on remand, another prisoner, a convicted child sex offender maintained that Howard had confessed to Sophie’s rape and murder. The account that this prisoner gave of Howard’s confession sounded rather like the fantasy of a child sex offender. That statement was the only evidence linking Howard to the Sophie’s disappearance. Everything else was pure speculation, including the allegation of ‘he was seen carrying her dead body’. No he wasn’t. Someone said that they thought that they saw someone who might have been Howard carrying a sack with something in it late one night. But there was no evidence that the person was Howard, if indeed such a person was seen and who knows what was in the sack, if there was a sack, which was far from certain. There was absolutely no evidence against Howard except for the confession of a convicted sex offender who also admitted that sometimes he did make things up but he hadn’t on this occasion.

Dafydd’s mate Don gave an account of the terrible injuries that had been inflicted on Sophie’s body, but true to form, Don didn’t just confine himself to that. Don explained exactly what Howard had done to Sophie. How Don knew this I don’t know, because much of his evidence could not have been extrapolated from the injuries postmortem on a body recovered from the sea, but Don Knew. See previous posts for further details.

When Howard Hughes was sentenced, the world heard the details of his previous, which was terrible, I would be wary of someone with a criminal record like Howard’s. Indeed, I nearly was someone with a criminal record like Howard’s. If every attempt that Dafydd and the gang had made to fit me up had been successful, I would have a criminal record like Howard Hughes. And it would all be a load of cobblers.

Howard was arrested, convicted and imprisoned at the time that Dafydd’s gang repeatedly tried to fit me up for serious offences by planting evidence, committing perjury and I am told, paying people to lie about me. The gang became very busy after 1994, because Brown had sent them yet more evidence of Dafydd trying to bribe me into dropping my complaint about him and I and another patient also had a meeting with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and told then that serious complaints about Dafydd were not being investigated, including that of him sexually exploiting patients. Our complaints were still not investigated, but we were arrested.

The reason why I am so cautious before screaming for Howard’s knackers on a platter, is that from quite a young age, everyone responsible for Howard’s diagnoses, care and ‘assessments’ were associates of Dafydd and the gang. Howard had also been in Bryn Estyn, where he maintained that he was abused. Howard’s claim for compensation re Bryn Estyn was rejected on the grounds that he had serious criminal convictions. But then most of the boys from Bryn Estyn did, because if they weren’t brutalised and driven mad by being beaten and gang raped, they were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang to discredit them. Howard had also spent time in Garth Angharad, the ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’ near Dolgellau. Except that it wasn’t a hospital at all, it was an isolated building hidden away which was owned by a solicitor who was later struck off for stealing his clients’ money. Before that occurred, the struck off solicitor had owned and managed children’s homes and schools, where the kids had been abused. Even Ronnie Waterhouse didn’t have a good word to say about the owner of Garth Angharad, Paul Hett. See previous posts.

I didn’t know of the existence of Garth Angharad until a few years ago when I received my own files. In the late 1980s, when I was sitting in a London medical school as a postgrad student, a case conference had been held about me in Garth Angharad, without my knowledge, by a man of whom I had never heard, who took evidence about me from people of whom I had never heard. The conclusion was that I was extremely dangerous, capable of murder and should be banged up in a high security hospital as soon as poss. See post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’. The reason why the case conference about me was held in Garth Angharad was that the man who held it, Dr Chris Hunter, of whom I had never heard, was visiting Garth Angharad to see one of his patients there. Hunter was a mate of Dafydd’s gang which was why Tony Francis and Dafydd had asked him to hold a case conference about me. Chris Hunter also had patients in Ashworth Hospital – where patients were raped and beaten by Angels, one patient being battered to death – in Whitchurch Hospital and in the Caswell Clinic in Bridgend. All of these places were receptacles for the victims of Dafydd’s gang who complained about him. They were hospitals in name only.

 

The Top Doctor who used to sit on the Betsi Board as the Top Docs’ representative at the time of Merfyn’s resignation has more than a few questions to answer. I can’t remember his name, but he was rude, awkward as fuck and highly defensive. He refused to co-operate with anything that Merfyn and Mary suggested re improvements in patient care and he took an entrenched position on absolutely everything.

 

The Health Minister who so willingly accepted Merfyn’s resignation and smugly announced that he would be appointing a replacement, which was Peter Higson was of course this blog’s old friend Mark Drakeford. Drakeford worked as a social worker for Dyfed Social Services when a paedophile gang operated in Dyfed Social Services which had links to Dafydd’s gang. Drakeford served as Rhodri Morgan’s SPAD for years while the slaughter continued apace in north Wales and when serious complaints went uninvestigated. When Drakeford was Health Minister, bombs went off under him constantly, NHS deaths, scandals, corrupt practices, the lot. He refused to accept responsibility for any of it. During that time, I wrote to Drakeford and gave him full details of a medical research fraud that I had witnessed. I did not receive a reply and some three weeks later, Drakeford appeared with members of the team who perpetrated the fraud at a media PR event, promoting the fraud.

Just a few weeks ago, Mark Drakeford’s 31 year old son was sentenced to eight years in prison for the prolonged violent rape of a young woman. Drakeford junior was also charged with grooming a child.

 

Martin Jones, the Director of the Workforce at the Betsi who hated Merfyn and Mary, was one of the leaders of the lynch mob and after all those scandals at the Betsi was appointed Director of Investigations for NHS Wales. Martin is now the ultimate man for investigating complaints in Wales’s NHS…

 

The PM when Merfyn was forced out by a bunch of psychopaths who conspired to allow patients die to make him look bad was Lord Snooty the Third. Health is a devolved responsibility, so the Betsi was nothing to do with Lord Snooty the Third, but as previous posts (eg. Lord Snooty The Third) explained, Lord Snooty had a great deal to do with what was going on in north Wales. As indeed did Cherie, Miranda, Gordon Brown and Ed Miliband (see post ‘Lest We Forget’).

 

The Torygraph, the newspaper most supportive of Lord Snooty the Third, some 10 years ago, ran a flattering report about an Angel from Ysbyty Gwynedd, Stephen Gallagher, who was in the TA and while on duty in Afghanistan, had ‘saved a boy’s life’. The story was substantially untrue, breached confidence and put the lives of the boy and his family at risk. I had made a complaint about Gallagher some months previously, after he had refused to treat me and threatened me. Martin Jones destroyed the CCTV that showed Gallagher doing this. I was told that the senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust had given the story about Major Gallagher the War Hero to the Torygraph. I was also told that before he had threatened me, there was already a note on Gallagher’s HR file saying that his competence and integrity could not be relied upon, after a Top Doctor made a complaint about him. Some time after Gallagher appeared in the Torygraph, he threatened me again and two witnesses made a statement detailing what they had seen. One of the witnesses worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd and then Gallagher threatened her. She was subsequently accused of conspiring with me to ‘get’ the Trust Board. There was no investigation into any of the complaints that arose from any of this. See post ‘Two Dangerous, Very Dishonest Nurses’.

 

For crying out loud, get it into your heads everyone, Dafydd’s gang don’t have and never did have any limits. They fitted complainants up and had them imprisoned for years or banged up in high security hospitals and they murdered witnesses. They have ruled north Wales for decades and what a legacy there is. I thought that they were pretty bloody stupid coming after a young woman with a postgrad degree in medical sciences, but they stop at nothing, nothing at all. They made statements claiming that I had attempted to stab someone. Then admitted that no, I had done no such thing. They made statements saying that I had tried to throttle someone. Then admitted that no, I had done no such thing. They made statements saying that I was known to carry and use weapons. They were not able to show evidence of this. Or of their allegation that I had held an Angel hostage. Or that I have been in prison for attacking someone with a knife. Or that I had sexually assaulted a psychiatrist. Yet no-one would take action against this lot, no-one.

Then in 2013 they let a load of patients die because they wanted to force out a man who had been a VC and Governor of the BBC and who’s wife had died at their hands. I recommend that Merfyn hires a lawyer and obtains copies of his medical records. They probably explain that it was really him who raped that young woman, not Mark Drakeford’s son at all, but what with his wicked ways, Merfyn blamed it all on Drakeford junior.

Just for the record: Merfyn was my ultimate boss for a number of years when I worked at Bangor University. I never ever witnessed him raise his voice to anyone, swear at anyone, lose his temper or even be rude to someone else. I saw him look really fucking exasperated as the paedophiles’ friends insulted him, shouted at him in public and refused to do the jobs for which they were so generously paid while treating staff and students appallingly. He should have broken his code of conduct and fucking well flattened the lot of them.

Now, all the names of those worthless bastards who assisted in the deaths of those patients to force Merfyn to resign please, to me at this blog or via my e mail address and I’ll name every one of them…

 

Here he is in his well-dressed man disguise, you can tell he’s a wrong ‘un:

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Someone else who’s attempted a well-dressed man disguise:

‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved unprofessionally or in any way that was not in the best interests of his patients.’

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

The title of this post is a combination of one of Jimi Hendrix’s most well-known songs and an old favourite from Max Boyce.

In previous posts I have mentioned how Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s friends and relations, whilst insulting me, stressed that Dafydd ‘knows really famous people’ and that as those boasting about Dafydd’s celebrity friends were not exactly cultured, they will have been talking about people on TV. I knew that Dafydd used to hold ‘clinics’ in the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds which was one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts and after Savile’s death it was revealed that not only did Savile visit Bryn Estyn but that a former resident alleged that Savile was present whilst this boy was sexually assaulted by multiple men. Whilst researching for this blog, I discovered that the lecherous Top Doctor Linford Rees who protected Dafydd et al for years was the father of the 1970s actress and sex symbol Angharad Rees. Angharad was married to Christopher Cazenove who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was mates with Joan Collins and others. Linford Rees basked in the reflected glamour of his daughter’s celebrity circle. See post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ for more names and details.

I have also mentioned the psych patient who used to wander around Bethesda virtually destitute, completely neglected and refused help from the mental health services who told everyone that she had been a groupie who had slept with Mick Jagger. By the time that I knew this lady in the late 80s/90s, she was in a really bad way and was dismissed by the world as a nutter. But she was being sexually exploited by a number of people who were not admitting to this and a number of her other ‘fantasies’ were undoubtedly true. Kids in care and psych patients in north Wales had such bizarre and dreadful experiences at the hands of the traffickers who were ‘looking after them’ that the uninitiated could not be blamed for disbelieving their accounts. Some of them were indeed being trafficked for sex with high profile people. Many of those being looked after had died by the time that they were 30, but some of those who survived made it back to north Wales when they were too wrecked to continue working in the sex trade.

People who have not previously spent time around nutters who then do so frequently remark upon two things that surprise them. First, that some of the most extraordinary things that nutters say turn out to be true. Second, that nutters notice and remember a great deal of what is going on around them, rather more than other people do. This is definitely true – I’m not sure why nutters are so good at observing the world around them but many nutters cannot be beaten on this, they really are brilliant at people watching.

One of those dismissed by the staff of the Hergest Unit as the biggest nutter of all was a man, F, who was interested in three things in life – Jimi Hendrix, art and the activities of Dafydd. The official narrative regarding F was that he had become psychotic when he was in his 20s after blowing his mind on psychedelic drugs and had never recovered. The only interest in F’s ‘case’ that the Hergest Unit staff ever showed was over the question of whether his psychosis was ‘genetic’ or ‘drug-induced’. F had blown his mind on drugs and was the first to admit this, indeed he was quite proud of it. What hardly anyone knew however was that F’s mental health problems – which were severe – were made much worse by his treatment at the hands of the mental health services.

The prescribing for F had to be witnessed to be believed. When I first got to know him, he was on anti-psychotic injections, medication for the side-effects of those (the ‘side-effects’ of such anti-psychotics are substantial and debilitating) and several different benzodiazepines. As the years passed F was given even more drugs. Every time that F became angry or distressed, Tony Francis (Dr X) would get out the prescription pad and another anti-psychotic would be added to the cocktail – although none of the previous drugs were ever stopped. F did throw wobblers on a regular basis – but many of those wobblers were because the mental health services were having him arrested on ludicrous charges and as ever would ignore all complaints when he gained evidence that staff had perjured themselves.

F ended up so heavily sedated that his teeth literally rotted and dropped out and he did not feel a thing. I kept telling him to go to a dentist and he would cheerily say ‘but I haven’t got toothache’. By the time that I finally persuaded F to go to a dentist, the dentist just yanked out all that remained of his teeth, saying that they were too far gone to be saved. When F asked the dentist why he hadn’t felt any pain, the dentist explained that he was on so many drugs that his pain receptors weren’t working.

Between 1982-85 when I was living on Anglesey, I knew a local man who had also benefited from the attentions of Dafydd et al – his hands were covered in scars and burns. I found out that this was because he would inadvertently burn himself with his cigarettes and not feel anything as a result of his ‘medication’. Interestingly enough, when I mentioned to the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking gang, Dr DGE Wood, that I had been chatting to this man after he’d given me a lift, Wood told me to keep away from him because he was a nutter. I learnt over the following years that this man was completely harmless but had never recovered after the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Experience.

There will have been something there that Wood did not want me to know. The dangerous nutter was one of Wood’s neighbours.

‘Talk to your local GP for advice – they have a wealth of experience and play a key role in the community!’

It’s not Hendrix, it’s ‘The Kinks’ – ‘Well-Respected Man’:

‘And he’s oh, so good/And he’s oh, so fine/And he’s oh, so healthy/In his body and his mind/He’s a well-respected man about town/Running a paedophile ring so conservatively’

 

The attitude of Bethesda surgery towards F fanned the flames of the fire stoked by the Hergest Unit. Like many long term psych patients, F was a very heavy smoker. I and a friend spent much time explaining the dangers of smoking 60 a day to him and after many months he took an interest in giving up. He went down to Bethesda surgery and was told that his ‘nerves’ were so bad that he really should not be thinking of giving up smoking what with his schizophrenia. After this, I and the friend began the hard work all over again and after many more months I managed to persuade him to return to Bethesda surgery for advice re stopping smoking but not to the lethal idiots whom he had consulted previously. He went to see Dr Paul Nickson who, to be fair, was very supportive where helping patients to give up smoking were concerned. Sadly Paul Nickson didn’t challenge any of the other dreadful things that were happening to F at the hands of the ‘services’.

Bethesda surgery’s attitude and conduct towards F was so bad that in the end he did what many of the folk of Bethesda did – he relied upon the pharmacist in Bethesda for advice. The pharmacist who used to own the chemist’s shop opposite the surgery was fantastic. He had grown up in Bethesda and had been to school there so he knew everyone and was an incredibly nice man. He treated everyone with respect and the Hergest patients used to remark that he always called them ‘Mr’ or ‘Mrs/Miss’ – which the Top Docs certainly never did – and that this was without irony. The pharmacist knew how bloody lethal the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends were and I wondered if he came under attack himself, because after many years of excellent service to the village he became ill, sold his business and later resurfaced as one of the pharmacists in Tesco in Bangor.

A regular scene was that of patients exiting the door of Bethesda surgery, swearing about the inadequacies of the Top Docs in there and then walking across the road to join the queue in the chemist’s shop to talk to someone who knew what they were doing. One one occasion, F entered the chemist’s shop, saw some people who weren’t locals – I think that they were tourists – and yelled out ‘I can highly recommend this man, he is better than a doctor’. The tourists looked bemused and the locals in the shop fell about laughing because the problems were well known…

Despite the constant problems that F had with Bethesda surgery, he was obliged to continue his relationship with them because none of the medication which he was being told was essential could be purchased over the counter. On one memorable occasion, F was sitting in Bethesda surgery when a new patient asked him ‘what are the doctors like here?’ and F replied ‘oh they’re all pretty good except for Mithan’, which was particularly brilliant because Dr Mithan was standing right behind him and heard every world. I was delighted, because I knew people who had really suffered at the hands of Mithan and it was about time that he knew how the village felt about his clinical skills. However, as details of this event reached the ears of other people, a number of them remarked that F had been far too generous in his assessment and stated that ‘they’re not all pretty good except for Mithan, they’re all bloody awful as well as Mithan’. Which was indeed true.

As with all the psych patients, the details of F’s Life Before Dafydd had been forgotten by the staff. He had come from an affluent family in Surrey, had gone to art school in Farnham, had been part of the 60s and 70s counter culture and had rubbed noses with some of the rich n famous. He had gone to school with Rick Parfitt of ‘Status Quo’ fame, one of his best mates had lived at St George’s Hill next to Ringo Starr and he’d trekked across Turkey, Morocco and Afghanistan. And of course he’d spent much time at festivals and other places, taking drugs in the company of other people who also rubbed shoulders with some high profile people.

What the Hergest Unit knew was that in the 1980s F had set fire to his house in Bethesda, ended up in Risley Remand Centre and then in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year and was now a ‘chronic schizophrenic, resistant to medication’. (Then why was he prescribed ‘maintenance medication’ of three anti-psychotics and four benzodiazepines and constantly told that if he didn’t carry on loading himself up he’d ‘get ill’??)

What had actually happened was that F and his former wife C had been raided by the notoriously corrupt drug squad, class A drugs had been planted on F and C and at the police station C had been offered a deal if she made a statement claiming that the drugs were all F’s. Meanwhile, unbeknown to C, at the police station F had been punched in the face by an unidentified Sergeant who had walked into the loo whilst F was in there. F was charged with drugs offences, bailed and left to walk back to Bethesda. During the night, he began experiencing psychotic symptoms, which he told me that he always thought were brought on by the stress of events at the police station. F did set fire to his house, but that was after he had asked a notoriously vile wife beating neighbour – known as Til, who worked for S4C – for help, only to be told ‘well you’re not fucking getting it here’. After setting fire to his house, F went up into the hills where he was found many hours later, arrested and charged with arson and endangering life and taken to Risley Remand Centre.

At Risley, F was left in a cell for three days in the pitch dark after a screw took the light bulb out. F told me that every night he heard the screams of the other prisoners as they were beaten up by the warders. This was the ‘medical wing’ – run by Dafydd’s mates. When F was finally allowed out of the cell he met the other prisoners, who were mostly victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles. F acquired the moniker ‘mushroom boy’ and gave them art lessons.

When F told his solicitor about the assault at the police station – which had been witnessed by a PC who was too frightened to give evidence – the charges of endangering life were quietly dropped. F was charged with drug offences and arson. Dafydd then appeared – whom F had never previously encountered but F had been told by the solicitor that Dafydd was his best chance of getting out of a long prison sentence – and declared F to be ‘a known schizophrenic’, one, according to Dafydd’s notes, ‘with pleasant manners and casual attire’. Dafydd gave evidence in court that F would need to be sectioned for a year.

When F arrived at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the Angels told him that he was clearly ‘no longer ill’, but ‘for the sake of the courts’ Dafydd would keep him at Denbigh for three weeks and then he could go. After a matter of only days, F was sitting in the garden when he was approached by one of Dafydd’s drug patients, who sold him a huge quantity of amphetamines, which F took. F developed a drug induced psychosis. Which was documented upon his medical records. What was not documented was that F had entered Denbigh not psychotic and only became ill whilst a patient there, as a result of drugs that he had been sold and taken on the premises.

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

Thus a known schizophrenic madman who had set fire to his house was created.

Dafydd didn’t visit F during the year that F spent in Denbigh. It was business as usual – F was left to rot in there along with all the other paedophiles’ victims. Whilst F was in Denbigh, he contacted ‘Release’, the drugs charity. A man from release went up to Denbigh from London, but told F that he ‘couldn’t do anything’. From the information that F provided to me, like I and many other people he was almost certainly held in Denbigh unlawfully. F won’t have known this, but ‘Release’ were linked to organisations involved with fighting for paedophiles’ rights at that time – the mid-80s – and they will have known Dafydd and the paedophiles.

After a year Dafydd visited F and told F that he couldn’t release him until he had somewhere to live. F’s wife, C, had left him – their marriage was very rocky even before the fire – and was living in Glastonbury, where among other things, she worked as a nanny for Fay Weldon. C didn’t think much of Fay and her husband – and had a few interesting things to say about them – and left their employment to work on a farm in Somerset. The house in Bethesda to which F had set fire had not yet been repaired.

Dafydd tried to persuade F to move into a ‘nursing home’ in Llandudno. This nursing home was Holyrood House, which was the subject of an expose by Esther on ‘That’s Life’ and then in the wider media in 1987. Patients were being beaten up by a henchman and a drug addict from Liverpool was responsible for ‘medication’. I was told later that it was widely believed that Dafydd was sexually involved with the ‘manager’ of Holyrood House, Margaret Richards. Someone who knew Margaret Richards told me that she was no more than a common or garden petty criminal who would shop-lift from and swindle shops in Llandudno. Margaret Richards was allegedly responsible for buying Dafydd’s suits, which would certainly explain why Dafydd’s gangster suits never fitted him.

F had no interest in living in Llandudno – although at that time, Holyrood House had not yet been exposed – and in F’s words, he wanted ‘to get back to Bethesda, to hippies, to dogs and to mess’. Dafydd refused to release F until he had somewhere to live, so F rang a mate in Bethesda who wrote to Dafydd confirming that F would be living in a house owned by him in Bethesda.

Thus F finally escaped from the North Wales Hospital. But not of course from the clutches of the psychiatric services. As was de rigueur, F was kept well dosed up with sedatives, but no helpful services at all were forthcoming – F was harassed and threatened by the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, in  particular Slob Ingham.

F was an affluent man. He had inherited a considerable amount of money from an uncle and although his relationship with C was volatile, they remained friends and by the time that they actually divorced – some years later – C was scrupulously fair financially and agreed on a generous settlement from the sale of their property. So F had enough money to purchase a house and live quite a good life – thus he wasn’t dependent upon the ‘services’ for accommodation and benefits, which was the only reason why he did not end up destitute after leaving Denbigh.

F however was incredibly lonely. C had remarried and F wasn’t spending time with his old hippy mates because he had given up illicit drugs and thus had nothing much in common with them anymore.

F was targeted by an unscrupulous woman, who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends. She had been married before and had three children from her previous marriage. Her former husband had been physically abusive to those children and had left her to live with an Angel from Ysbyty Gwynedd, who later commuted to a hospital in Milton Keynes to do agency work because it was so highly paid. The woman who targeted F was known to be absolutely desperate for another baby and basically also needed some dosh. The whole of Bethesda saw her move in on F – assisted by two of her mates who were networked into the paedophiles’ friends as well. They began a relationship and she moved into F’s house in Bethesda. She became pregnant, miscarried and then became pregnant again.

The day that his partner gave birth at the very end of 1992, F was delighted. He had been at the birth and had spent a small fortune getting everything ready for the baby. In fact he had spent so much money on his partner and her kids over the last two years that he had nothing left. He had sold his house in Bethesda and they were living in a rented house in Holyhead – which he had paid for and kitted out with furnishings, baby gear etc. That was his money gone.

The baby was about two weeks old when I heard that F was in the psychiatric ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd and had split up with the mother of his newborn baby. I had been to visit the new baby a few days before and whilst F was out of the room the baby’s mother remarked in passing that ‘I ‘feel a bit guilty because me and the kids have spent all his money’. I didn’t realise what was coming…

I went to visit F in hospital who told me ‘I have been used as a sperm donor and a cashpoint machine and now she’s thrown me out’. Over the next week it became clear that F had most succinctly summed up the situation – info from numerous sources confirmed that he had served his purpose and had now been dispensed with, penniless and homeless.

F then revealed that he had been denied access to his baby, although he had received more demands from his former partner for money. He had told his former partner that he didn’t have anything left, she’d had it all. He was told that they had heard that he had moved in with a new girlfriend and therefore she could hand money over. F’s new partner was approached in the street in Bethesda by a paedophiles’ friend who asked her for ‘money for [F’s former partner] and the baby, because she’s got nothing poor thing’. The new girlfriend responded that F had been bled dry and that no, she would not be donating to the ever hungry jaws of F’s former partner and her family.

F then explained to his new partner and staff at the Hergest Unit as well as to Drs Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson at Bethesda surgery why he was so concerned about the welfare of his baby son. He revealed that his former partner’s eldest son, a young man, had indecently assaulted at least two boys of ten whilst F had lived with the family and F was told by his former partner and her extended family not to say a word because they feared legal action. F was told by Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson that a referral would be made to Gwynedd Social Services.

F and his new partner were visited by Jo Bott, a former police officer with the North Wales Police, who was employed as a child protection officer. She was friendly and charm itself. She took details and was given the names of the only two other people outside of the family concerned who knew about the indecent assaults as potential witnesses. Some two weeks late Jo Bott returned. She told F that there were no concerns about the family, that there would be no investigation and as she left the house she threatened F’s new partner with action if she ‘didn’t leave [F’s former partner] alone’. F’s partner had not seen or communicated with his former partner since she had visited the new baby before the couple had split up.

F had not had been allowed access to his baby by his former partner since he had left the family home. He had seen his baby – because the baby’s mother gloried in pushing the baby around the village in which F and his new partner lived.

F then received a solicitor’s letter from his former partner requesting money. The solicitor concerned was Elwyn Jones, a paedophiles’ friend who had a practice in Bangor. David Jones, the paedophiles’ friend and now Tory MP for Clwyd West, worked in the same practice. Elwyn Jones was the son of Sir Elwyn Jones, the former MP for Conwy, another paedophiles’ friend. For details of Elwyn Jones, his dad Sir Elwyn and David Jones, see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’.

By this time, F’s former partner had been given a new (rented) house with the North Wales Housing Association in Bethesda. She furnished it with the gear that F had purchased whilst he lived with the family. Her teenaged daughter, M, – who was pregnant – and M’s boyfriend Martin were given a NWHA house next door. There was very nearly a revolution in Bethesda because at that time the housing list was a mile long and across the area there were young parents with one or even two children who were living with relatives after having been told that no accommodation was available.

One day on the bus to Bangor a neighbour of F’s former partner remarked to someone that she had some very expensive stuff in her house considering that she was a single mother on benefits. F was on the bus at the time and another passenger responded by saying ‘yes and there’s the man who paid for it all’.

It was then discovered that F’s former partner had ‘done a deal’ with Gwynedd Social Services – if she agreed to deny F access to his baby on the grounds that he ‘presented a danger’ to the baby, she and her daughter would be housed in the village of their choice, next door to each other. Jo Bott was involved with this deal, as was Gwynedd County Councillor Dafydd Orwig, who was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which later merged with Bangor University.

F was then told by five different people that his former partner’s eldest son had moved into a flat in Bethesda with another young man, that they had offered their services as babysitters to a family with young children and allegations of sexual assault had been made against them.

F contacted the Hergest Unit staff and Bethesda surgery once more concerning the welfare of his son, to whom who he still had no access. He was told to stop worrying about his former partner and to ‘move on with his life’. He still had no access to his son.

The young man who had been accused of sexual assault moved out of the flat in Bethesda but no charges were ever brought against him or his friend.

M then gave birth to her baby girl. By the time that the baby was four weeks old, bruises were found on the baby which M admitted inflicting. M then left Martin and baby and began a relationship with another (married) man. F’s former partner stated that she would look after her granddaughter. Martin applied for custody. Gwynedd Social Services opposed him and told M daughter that if she would agree to attend the court hearing, she and F’s former partner would be given custody of the baby.  Fortunately for the baby girl, M did not bother to attend the hearing and custody was awarded to Martin, who lived with his parents in Tregarth – Martin’s family were very much more stable than M’s family.

Meanwhile F was charged with threatening a social worker – the case collapsed after the social worker admitted during the court hearing that she’d lied in her statement to the police. There was no investigation into the social worker.

M gave birth to another baby and injured that baby as well. I understand that the baby was taken into care.

F’s former partner and her family moved then away from Bethesda and I was told that she’d gone to live ‘with a friend and her family’ in Colwyn Bay.

The birth of F’s baby and the great stuffing over of F happened during the first police investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales.

When M and Martin’s baby was about 2-3 yrs old – so in approx 1995-96, as the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales grew louder and louder – Martin was found dead in the road near Bethesda. He had been hit by a lorry and killed. His death received coverage in the local paper and Martin’s devotion to his daughter was discussed in the article. It was explained that Martin’s little girl would now be brought up by Martin’s parents. There was no mention of the struggle that Martin had endured in order to gain custody of his daughter when she was a baby.

There was no investigation into Martin’s death. He was a witness to the way in which F had been stitched up as well as to other matters involving M’s family.

 

The following people – and many more as well – are still alive and knew the full details behind the fleecing of F and the theft of his son and some of them colluded with it:

Jo Bott; Drs Heinersdorff, Mithan, Nickson, Gareth Jones; Slob Ingham; Jan Ingham; Keith Fearns; Tom Harney; Jackie Brandt; Dr Sadie Francis; Dr Bob Tresman; Dr Neil Cheshire; Ella Fisk; Jeff Crowther; Penny Phillips; Gareth Phillips.

A number of other people knew as well but are now dead. All the above knew that F did not ‘abandon his son’ and ‘refuse to support him’. F had been taken to the cleaners and had to spend two years living a mile down the road from where his son had been housed with a bunch of child molesters, whilst F’s new partner cleared the utility of bills of his former partner and her family (nearly £1000) because F’s former partner had kept them in F’s name after she kicked him out. F’s new partner and F then received threats and demands for yet more money. When that didn’t work, they received offers of photos of F’s baby because he was a lovely baby and if only they could see what he looked like…

If that wasn’t enough, someone then killed Martin.

F’s former partner’s first husband Dai is now married to Katherine Jones, who has stood in recent elections as the Arfon candidate for Arthur Scargill’s Socialist Party.

Now perhaps Operation Pallial would like to interview all these people about some very serious crimes committed between 1992-1996.

Furthermore invertebrates, F might have been a ‘known schizophrenic’ but he had a bloody site more guts than you lot as he ran the gauntlet of paedophiles’ friends every time he left his house – paedophiles’ friends who even found a problem with him because of his hat and coloured waistcoats of all things. As he breezily said on so many occasions ‘I’m going to make a lot of people angry today by wearing my hat’.

 

I have mentioned that the Hergest staff were oblivious to the details of F’s life as a young man, those details had just been lost in the clouds of known schizophrenia, untoward hats and other stupid obsessions of the Top Doctors – they didn’t actually listen to much of what most of the patients told them anyway. So they missed a great deal.

 

What I knew was that F had a firm belief that Jimi Hendrix had been killed by criminal medical negligence on the grounds that certain establishment figures ‘hated Hendrix’. I spent a lot of time telling F that I knew well the appalling attitudes of Top Doctors towards certain cohorts and I also knew that Top Docs were not above not looking after certain people too well in the belief that they wouldn’t last too long – it was clear that this rationale had been applied to me and a number of other people I know, including F himself – but I wasn’t sure that the same had happened to Hendrix. F maintained that not only had Hendrix been helped along his way after he’d been admitted to hospital following an overdose, but that a former girlfriend of Hendrix was concealing what had happened and another former girlfriend knew ‘the truth’ and was being slowly destroyed.

F maintained that whilst he had been in Risley after the fire, a detective from London arrived and said that he had come to interview him about Hendrix’s death. F never wavered from this story – a detective had arrived and after F had refused to discuss anything with him the detective had lost his temper, said ‘you’re bloody nuts anyway’ and he had been thrown back into his cell. Brown and I always took the view that a detective did go to see F – Risley was ridden with corruption and there were no rules there, nothing will have been documented – but it was probably someone trying to extract information about the drug scene in north Wales. Then I wondered if it was someone who was trying to ensure that the violence in the police station and the fitting up of F was kept under wraps.

But after reading a bit more about Hendrix’s death I’m now wondering whether, as F always claimed, that detective was something to do with matters Hendrix.

It is taken as a given that Jimi Hendrix died on 18 Sep 1970 after an overdose. What I didn’t realise was that there was indeed a lot of confusion surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death and that two of his former girlfriends were indeed at each others throats, because one of them, Monika, alleged medical negligence so serious that it killed Hendrix. The other former girlfriend, Kathy, married a Top Doctor after Hendrix’s death and maintained that this was an outrageous allegation, outrageous enough for Mrs Top Doctor to at one point attempt to have Monika imprisoned.

Kathy has fared rather better than Monika – Monika was trashed by the media and killed herself years ago.

 

Kathy Etchingham was born 1946 in Derby, the daughter of an Irishman from Dublin. Her mother deserted the family when Kathy was ten years old, and Kathy was sent to the Holy Faith convent boarding school in Dublin. Returning to England, having been ‘snatched from the convent’ by her mother, she made her way to London when she was 16.

In London, Kathy became a DJ at the Cromwellian Club in Kensington and later at the Scotch of St James nightclub, in addition to working as a hairdresser. She knew musicians of the period including ‘The Animals’, ‘The Who’, ‘The Kinks’, ‘The Moody Blues’, ‘The Move’ and many others. 

Kathy met Hendrix when she was 20 in the Scotch of St James, on the night of his arrival in London in Sept 1966 and they became a couple. In 1969, she and Hendrix parted.

Monika Dannemann was a German figure skater and the last girlfriend of Hendrix. After Hendrix died, Monika married the guitarist Uli John Roth of the ‘Scorpions’.

Monika was first introduced to Jimi on 12 Jan 1969 in Dusseldorf where he was playing a concert. She spent the night with him and part of the next day and accompanied him to Cologne, where he was playing another concert. Monika returned to Dusseldorf – Hendrix spent the last night of the tour with model Uschi Obermaier. On 25 March 1969, Hendrix wrote to Monika inviting her to visit him in New York City. Monika claimed that she next saw Hendrix on 25 April 1969 at the Speakeasy Club in London, where she bumped into him. Monika stated that they spent time together over the next nine days but that she only spent one night with him.

After his Sept 1970 European tour, Hendrix began a relationship with model Kirsten Nefer. Nefer left London due to work and Hendrix took up with Monika on 15 Sept 1970 and spent the next four nights with her at the Samarkand Hotel in Notting Hill Gate, where he fell into a coma.

It is accepted that Monika was the last person to see Hendrix alive. On the evening of 17 Sept 1970, Hendrix took at least one amphetamine pill at a party. He returned to Monika’s flat and took nine of Monika’s Vesparax sleeping tablets – the recommended dose was half to one tablet. Monika claimed that one the morning of 18 Sept, she found Hendrix in a coma at her flat. She called for an ambulance which arrived at 11:27 am. Hendrix was declared dead at St Mary Abbot’s Hospital at 12:45 pm. The cause of death was ‘asphyxiation through aspiration of vomit due to a barbiturate overdose’.

Monika seemed to have great difficulty getting over Hendrix’s death, although she did marry Roth. She spent the rest of her life selling her paintings of Hendrix and enjoyed dressing up as a rock chick years after Hendrix and many of those who associated with her had died. Monika’s claim that Hendrix was her real love didn’t concern Roth – he was a massive Hendrix fan himself and accepted Monika’s loyalty to her dead boyfriend.

The one person who was seriously pissed off by Monika living on her memories of Hendrix was Kathy Etchingham. Their spat brewed away for many years without people outside the circle of Hendrix devotees – such as F – really noticing, but in April 1996 it hit the media as a result of Kathy taking legal action against Monika for contempt of court and requesting her imprisonment.

Kathy seemed to place herself in a contradictory position. She dripped with contempt for Monika on the grounds that Monika was a sad old bag who had spent decades dining out on her relationship with Hendrix and that she ought to bloody well get over it and indeed ‘move on’. Much was made in the media of Kathy’s status as a ‘middle aged Surrey doctor’s wife’ who was a great deal more sane than the deranged Monika. Yet the Surrey doctor’s wife, like Monika, made damn sure that everyone knew that she had been Hendrix’s girlfriend. Furthermore, Kathy had been Hendrix’s REAL girlfriend, as opposed to Monika the flibbertigibit who had only known Hendrix for a few days of casual sex at the end of his life.

In April 1996 Monika was found guilty of contempt of court by Mr Justice French, for repeating ‘false allegations’ against Kathy, precisely that Kathy was an ‘inveterate liar’ about her relationship with Hendrix. Monika’s 1995 book ‘The Inner Life Of Jimi Hendrix’ had quoted Hendrix as saying that Kathy was someone who would ‘cheat and lie for money’. Kathy claimed that the book was libellous and took Monika to court where Monika gave the undertaking which she later breached and saw her before Justice French in April 1996.

Kathy had asked Mr Justice French to imprison Monika. He declined to do so, but did award costs of £30,000 against Monika.

 

The matter was reported by the Indie on 3 April, 1996, who stated that Kathy had ‘claimed victory yesterday over her Sixties rival who was found guilty of contempt by a High Court judge’.

Kathy stated that ‘This is a victory for common sense and I am absolutely delighted. This has been an ongoing problem for me but I hope this is an end to it now. I was fed up that someone who only had a relationship with Jimi for three days claims she was engaged to him. It is absolutely bizarre that this has been going on for 26 years’.

The Indie continued: ‘The battle between the two women goes back to the Seventies. In a series of ‘News of the World’ articles, Miss Etchingham claimed that Miss Danneman did not do enough to save Hendrix after he died from an overdose of sleeping tablets. Miss Danneman wrote her libellous book in 1995 in which she quoted Hendrix as saying that Mrs Etchingham was a girl ‘who will cheat and lie for money’.

Matters moved up to a whole new level two days later when Monika was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes Benz near her home in Seaford, East Sussex. The verdict was one of suicide.

 

The media’s reaction after Monika’s death were extraordinary. Was there any sympathy shown towards Monika? Not at all – a load more abuse was heaped upon her.

On 6 April 6, 1996, the ‘Daily Mail’ published a deeply unpleasant article by Edward Verity:

‘The death of 50-year-old Monika Danneman, the guitar hero’s `fiancee’, in a fume-filled car brings to an end half a lifetime of pointless fretting and grieving over a man who, if the truth be told, she hardly knew. For Kathy Etchingham, another former Hendrix girlfriend and Monika’s rival in this week’s High Court case, it means the painful reopening of old wounds at a time when she should have been celebrating her legal victory. The story of Jimi, Monika and Kathy is an extraordinary saga of obsession, jealousy, love, Swinging Sixties excess and wasted life…Monika’s version of events – long disputed by Kathy and many Hendrix fans – was given…at the inquest…The German-born blonde told how Hendrix, to whom she had been engaged for two years, came to stay at her West London flat four days before his death.

On their last day together, they took photographs and went shopping before she cooked spaghetti bolognese for dinner and opened a bottle of white wine.`There was no arguing or stress. We were talking and listening to music,’ she said. After helping with the washing up and writing his last song, Hendrix decided he wanted to go to a party on his own. Monika dutifully drove him, returning at 2.30 am to collect him. The following day she woke at 10.20 am and wanted some cigarettes. `But as Jimi did not like me going out without me telling him, I looked to see if he was awake. He was sleeping normally. Just before I was about to go out I glanced at him again and realised he was ill. I tried to wake up but I couldn’t. Then I saw he had been taking some of my sleeping tablets. He must have taken them shortly after I started to fall asleep.’

Verity continues:

‘Monika’s story is that Hendrix died at 12.45 pm that day, shortly after being admitted to hospital. She told the inquest she had never known the guitarist take hard drugs, although he had admitted trying them. `He was never sad or depressed when he was with me,’ she concluded. A verdict of accidental death was recorded and Monika stuck rigidly to her story ever afterwards, even hiring her own private investigator at one stage to prove she did all she could to save him. `What I said at the inquest is exactly what happened,’ she told the Mail in December 1993 after we revealed Scotland Yard was reopening its investigation into Hendrix’s death. `The police will find that out. There are some people who are trying to reinvent Jimi’s death. But the fact is he died accidentally. Naturally I will never forget that night, but I have nothing to hide. What certain people are saying about Jimi’s death and about me is not nice.’

 

So Monika seems to have been defending herself from accusations that she had been responsible for Hendrix’s death – she felt such pressure that she had even resorted to hiring a private detective to defend her position. Her comments to the Mail in 1993 seem to be quite restrained in view of the allegations that were levelled at her (some people alleged that she poisoned Hendrix). The harshest that Monika gets is to state that what some people were saying about her ‘is not nice’. If someone accused me of murder, I’d be a lot ruder about them than that.

Yet the Mail took this as a declaration of war: ‘The latter was, of course, an implicit attack on Kathy, now 49 and married to Dr Nicholas Page and living in a £400,000 detached house in Surrey surrounded by woodland. This mutual enmity is hardly surprising. For the two leading women in Hendrix’s life were as different as their contrasting versions of his death.’

We’re on familiar ‘Daily Mail’ territory here – the middle aged and middle class, the alleged value of the house provided (in Surrey as well) along with the info that it’s next to a nice woods. Probably with Tufty resident among the trees.

Whereas the deceased Monika was ‘pinched and fragile with a hippy fringe and a cascade of Born Unblonde curls’ who ‘lived like a recluse in a thatched cottage on the South Coast which she turned into a shrine to her lost love. Her paintings of Hendrix, depicted as a young god come to earth, stared down from every wall.’

But by ‘Daily Mail’ standards, doesn’t a thatched cottage on the south coast usually win hands down over a Surrey house next to someone else’s woodland? Perhaps not, if there are paintings of Hendrix inside the thatched cottage and the owner of the cottage uses the wrong brand of hair-dye.

Even the more liberal Indie couldn’t resist putting the boot into the dead Monika. An article by Mary Braid on 30 April 1996 told readers that:

‘…most press reports concluded that [Monika’s] death brought to an end a 26-year catfight. Dannemann, 50, was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes after being found guilty of contempt of court for repeating a libel against a 49-year- old Surrey doctor’s wife…the story is more than a lifetime of eye-scratching. It is the tale of the creation of a rock ‘n’ roll myth and of the woman who built her life upon it and felt compelled to bow out when the elaborate, artificial edifice began to crumble around her….To Dannemann, [Hendrix] was not just the world’s most gifted guitarist. She considered him a prophet…She claims she soon left Germany and her job as an ice-skating teacher to follow Jimi to London. She has always claimed – despite contrary evidence – that an 18-month relationship and engagement followed. What no one can deny is that she was with him the night he choked to death on his own vomit’.

Braid geared up even more:

‘she was for ever the focus for suspicions surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death. Some said she delayed calling an ambulance; a few even claimed she poisoned him. After Jimi died, Dannemann made a career of being Hendrix’s fiancee. Endless newspaper, documentary and book interviews followed with spreads in Hello! magazine at her home in Seaford, Sussex (a veritable shrine to Hendrix), and with Hendrix’s family in Seattle, as well as guest appearances at Hendrix conventions’.

Mary Braid then let’s us know who the real partner of Hendrix was and it wasn’t the deluded old slapper who, interestingly, was obviously accepted by Hendrix’s family and fans:

‘In Dannemann’s lifelong homage to Hendrix, Etchingham was always the party-pooper. Hendrix had lived with Etchingham in the late Sixties. Their relationship lasted for almost three years. He was still involved with her when Dannemann claims their love affair began. Etchingham’s mere existence was annoyance enough. But her very different view of Hendrix – troubled booze and drug-abusing man rather than serene, spiritual, drug- free demi-God – no doubt irked Dannemann more…the contrast between the women was stark – Dannemann with her Marianne Faithful fringe, a grotesque superannuated hippy chick versus Etchingham with the sleek Nineties bob and the executive suit. While Dannemann’s life seemed to freeze on the day Hendrix died, Kathy, a mother of two, had had the sense to let the Sixties go.’

Monika’s fringe obviously caused as much trouble as F’s hat. Why ever would one attribute sanity or credibility to a woman with a fringe if she was pitched against a woman with ‘a sleek Nineties bob’ and an ‘executive suit’?

I hope that the ‘Daily Mail’ don’t ever write an article about me, they’re going to find me seriously wanting.

Mary Braidy does realise that Monika’s husband was seriously pissed off with the media coverage of his late wife: ‘Uli John Roth, who lived with Dannemann for 17 years, seethes at how the newspapers depicted Dannemann as timewarp woman. “I’m speaking up for Monika because she was never very good at speaking up for herself,” he says.

Well she wasn’t a Top Doctor’s wife mouthing off to the ‘Daily Mail’ and demanding that people should be imprisoned – people who of course are sad and mad and can’t be believed but nonetheless need to be imprisoned.

Where have I encountered such logic before?

Uli Roth took the view that Monika was in a rather better position that the Top Doc’s wife in possession of the sleek Nineties bob where having knowledge of Hendrix before he died was concerned: ‘She was involved with him during the last 18 months when he went through a lot of emotional and spiritual changes…There was no one that he told as much to as he told Dannemann. And that made some people very, very jealous. He was not the psychedelic bubblehead guitar player as portrayed’.

Uli had also stated that he believed that foul play may well have been involved in Monika’s death, despite the verdict of suicide.

We are not provided with a description of Uli’s hairstyle or clothes, so we don’t know how believable he is.

 

It gets better. Not only is the dead nearly-imprisoned Monika nuts, but Kathy is the real victim. Mary Braid explains:

‘At her luxury home in the Surrey countryside, Kathy Etchingham answers her front door accompanied by a huge dog. She peeps out as if looking for trouble. Someone has phoned that morning accusing her of murdering Dannemann. Her large homely kitchen seems a world away from Jimi Hendrix and the far-out, blow your mind, psychedelic Sixties. There are no portraits of Jimi. Today, she is trying to rescue her 18-year-old son from Japan where he has run out of money and she is waiting for her husband, Nick, to get home from work.’

So Kathy is holed up in her country house, equipped with a drug dealer’s dog (Dafydd had a Doberman) and no doubt other security measures. Although Kathy was ‘delighted’ to have won the High Court case against the mad, sad Monika, she’s not gloating:

‘Etchingham has said little since the suicide out of respect for Dannemann’s family. But she says she does not blame herself. She could not allow Dannemann to go on repeating the libel that she was a liar and that she stole from Jimi. The Hendrix scene, she says, has its share of crazies. Dannemann’s accusations were putting her life at risk.’

 

How Monika’s accusations were putting Kathy’s life at risk was not explained. If I knew that someone who had had a relationship with the same man as me 26 yrs ago was preserved in aspic and enjoyed chatting about old times and flogging pictures of the former partner and I prided myself on my luxury house, my sleek Nineties bob and having ‘moved on’, I’m not sure that I’d bother to try to have her imprisoned even if she had published a book calling me a liar. I don’t think I’d be that concerned, especially if I was dismissing everyone from those times as ‘crazies’.

 

Once again, readers were reminded of Kathy’s superior qualities: ‘Etchingham is still remarkably girlish; with cheekbones to kill for’.

If readers seek out a photo of Kathy from this time, they will see a middle-aged woman with a boring hairstyle, not evidence of cheekbones capable of incitement to murder.

Kathy ‘was a 23-year-old hairdresser when she dated Jimi. She was another person in another time and she seldom thinks of Jimi these days, she claims. But you wonder. Because even here the past still has its pull. She cared enough to spend three years in the early Nineties investigating the circumstances surrounding Jimi Hendrix’s death. She criticised Dannemann’s account of Jimi’s death for its “inconsistencies”. And her 34-page dossier resulted in Scotland Yard reopening the case, although it was subsequently dropped.’

 

For someone who in no way thinks of herself and her value in terms of her status as Hendrix’s former girlfriend, Kathy certainly pushed the boat out. She even got Scotland Yard to re-investigate his death. So who was Kathy accusing of what?

Kathy retained a healthy interest in Hendrix after Monika’s death. She led a campaign to persuade English Heritage to place a Blue Plaque on the Mayfair flat which she and Hendrix shared – the Plaque was erected in 1997. Because, of course ‘she cared’.

In 1998 Kathy published a book about her life with Hendrix.

Er – this is a woman who has ‘moved on?’

 

After Monika’s death, Kathy told the media that ‘she only got involved in the whole Hendrix business in the early Nineties’.

So what was all that about a 26 yr long spat with Monika, who was such a pain in the bum that she needed jailing?

Kathy explained: ‘I don’t like history being altered’…it’s not right that anyone should change the character and essence of a person. Jimi was a really nice bloke but he was not a prophet…At the end he was a man who had lost his way. If you look at the footage of the final concerts you can see what LSD and cocaine do.’ Kathy believed that ‘the court case was the final blow to Dannemann’s lifelong deception’. ‘The court case established once and for all that she was not Jimi’s girlfriend’, Kathy was quoted as saying, ‘Everything was beginning to catch up with her’.

 

I’m not sure how a court case can establish whether someone had been in a relationship with someone else or not – was Mr Justice French resident in Hendrix’s bedroom at the time? I think that it might have been the non-stop denigration from the world’s media, the accusations that Monika was a murderer and Kathy’s attempt to imprison her that might have caught up with Monika.

 

Monika had received quite a kicking by the time that she was found dead. In Feb 1996, an American music magazine ‘cast doubt’ on her version of events on the night that Hendrix died and on her claims to have had a relationship with him. A hour-long documentary on Radio 4 broadcast at about the same time ‘was just as sceptical’ and a new film was ‘expected to add to the doubt’. To Steve Rodham, editor of ‘Jimpress’, a Hendrix fanzine, Monika’s life was a life wasted: ‘I think she really did believe she was Jimi’s girlfriend although there was no real evidence… Jimi was just a guitar player. If he was alive, he would have laughed his socks off about all this. He liked women, but the music always came first’.

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

I have discussed in detail in previous posts how the most distressing things happening to kids in care or psych patients were ignored by the professional classes or simply dismissed out of hand if anyone made a formal complaint. It was as a result of this that Dafydd and the paedophiles were able to commit such serious offences. An excellent example of professional attitudes was illustrated by an anecdote that a man who was friends with F told me.
This man lived in Bethesda but he wasn’t local. He had moved to Bethesda in about 1988 from London – he lived in a street near F. This man was, like F, ‘a known schizophrenic’ who was neglected appallingly by the Bethesda GPs. The bus that used to run between Bethesda and Bangor in the 1980s and 1990s was a very friendly bus and I heard many interesting things on that bus. One day the neighbour of F’s told me how they had become such good mates. They had both been into Bangor for groceries and as they got off the bus in Bethesda and were walking up the hill, F’s neighbour from London – who had never spoken to F before – said to F ‘God this hill will be the death of me’. So F put on a pirate’s voice – which he was regularly doing at that time – and said for a laugh ‘I’ll tell you what’ll be the death of you. It won’t be this hill, it’ll be when I slit your gizzards’. F then went into his house, completely oblivious that the man from London was terrified.
No residents of Bethesda knew at the time, but the man from London had been violently attacked in London and seriously injured and had also experienced very serious abuse at the hands of a psychiatric hospital in London, so he was a wary man. The Bethesda police however did know about this. The man from London told me that he sat in his house after the pirate incident thinking ‘bloody hell, what if he does it? He could come over and kill me’. The man from London got so worried that he went down to Bethesda Police Station and told them. The Bethesda police then went to see F and F explained that it was a joke, of course he wasn’t going to slit anyone’s gizzards and F did a demo of the pirate’s voice for the policeman.
According to the man from London, the Bethesda police then went to see him, said that they’d spoken to F and told the man from London ‘he’s completely mad and there’s nothing that we can do about him’.
The man from London spent the next few days in a state of terror. Another neighbour found out what was going on and told F. So when F saw the man from London sitting on a chair out the front on the next sunny day, F went up to the man from London, gave him a flower and related anecdotes about peace protesting hippies sticking flowers in the barrels of guns and reassured him that he really was not about to be murdered.
This story caused a certain amount of entertainment, but it was attitudes like this that enabled a people trafficking gang run by local Top Doctors to rip through north Wales for years and to even kill witnesses.
It was a PC from Bethesda Police Station who knew that F had been thumped by a Sergeant in the loo when he was arrested and framed as I described above. In spite of all that had happened to him, F was very extrovert and friendly and I witnessed him cheerily chatting to a PC from Bethesda and saying ‘you remember that Sergeant hitting me don’t you, you were the one who was there’. The PC looked a bit embarrassed and shuffled about uncomfortably. One wonders what else that PC had witnessed.
Vulnerable people were regularly harassed, threatened, assaulted, robbed, molested, made homeless and it was very often employees of the ‘services’ who did this. It was all just completely ignored. What happened to kids in care and psych patients just did not matter, even when they were found dead.

 

In about 1996, as the staff of the Hergest Unit was sinking amongst the chaos and dysfunction yet were maintaining their delusion that the mental health services in Gwynedd were ‘among the best in Europe’, a man from outside of the area heard many personal accounts of the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles. An Angel who was doing a PhD with Manchester University arrived to conduct research with Hergest patients regarding treating severe mental illness ‘by talking interventions’. A number of ‘schizophrenics’ were asked if they would like to ‘talk’ to this Angel. That Angel must have had quite a surprise, because at least three of the nutters who had been selected for ‘taking treatment’ had been victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles and they will have said something about this to him.

It was a real laugh because F was selected for talking treatment. Interestingly enough F was asked by Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) if he’d like to talk about Hendrix to the Angel. F of course said yes, because he loved talking about Hendrix. However, when F met the Angel F asked him what his research was about. The Angel told F that he would interview F, then F would be given ‘therapy’ and then he would re-interview F in a couple of months time and if F’s beliefs had changed, then the Angel knew that the therapy had worked. Whereupon F told the Angel ‘well you are therefore assuming that I am wrong and you are right so I’m not going to bother to talk to you’ and left the room.

F later said to me ‘I’m fucking sick of this lot telling me that Hendrix wasn’t murdered when I know that he was’.

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit, later became very irked when F told him that he would never speak to anyone about Hendrix again. Then Dr Bob Tresman had a go and said to F ‘are you really telling us that people’s lives are at risk if you talk about Hendrix?’, to which F replied ‘yes’.

 

Before he relocated to north Wales, Tony Francis worked at Manchester alongside Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson, who had been concealing Dafydd’s wrongdoing for years (see post ‘The Mentor’). Whilst at Manchester, Francis worked with Professor Ian Brockington’s team – Brockington then took up a Chair alongside Robert Bluglass and the other paedophiles’ friends at Birmingham University (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

 

One of the defences of Dafydd mounted by the drips at the Hergest Unit was that as well as ‘helping drug addicts’, Dafydd was ‘good at getting people Army pensions’. I described in my post ‘A Very Bad PR Man’ how I found out that Dafydd was somehow securing Army pensions for people who had been thrown out of the Army in disgrace. I only gained documentary evidence of this recently, but I knew that Dafydd was doing some rather strange things in relation to Army pensions years ago in the 1990s, as a result of a jolly little joke that F played on Dafydd.

F had also become suspicious of Dafydd’s ability to secure Army pensions for the most unlikely of people. So one evening F rang Dafydd, claiming to be a Brigadier with a brother who was a Colonel, who were both in need of Army pensions. Furthermore to add to the fun, the Col suffered from Tourette’s syndrome, the particular symptoms of which were that the Col burst into loud laughter every time that Dafydd actually said anything. Dafydd had been so highly recommended to the Brigadier and the Col by an unidentified person who had heard about Dafydd’s unrivalled clinical skills, that the Brigadier and the Col had come straight up from Aldershot to seek him out. They were staying in a B&B in Holyhead and ringing Dafydd from a public phone box.

The Col rang first. Dafydd answered and of course the Col pissed himself laughing. Dafydd slammed the phone down. So then the Brigadier rang. The Brigadier explained to Dafydd about his brother’s Tourette’s and apologised to Dafydd – the Brigadier had told his brother not to ring Dafydd, but the Col had rushed out of the room, down to the phone box and had rung Dafydd. Then the Col had returned in tears because Dafydd had hung up on him. The Brigadier told Dafydd that the Col had developed Tourette’s after serving in the Falklands – the Col was suffering from PTSD and had not been the same since Goose Green. Dafydd replied ‘interesting, interesting’. The Brigadier told Dafydd that they were desperate for help, that ‘money was no object’ and that what they really wanted was Army pensions. Dafydd responded that would be no problem at all and ‘I’m here for you and your brother’.

However the wicked old bugger Dafydd never apologised for making the Col cry.

There was a lot of background racket whilst the Brigadier was on the phone to Dafydd and Dafydd apologised and explained that he had an S4C film crew there, but he really did want to help the Brigadier and the Col. Dafydd then asked the Brigadier for his phone number so that he could ring him back once S4C had finished. F of course was in the phone box at Rachub and couldn’t give Dafydd a number, so F made a number up and the conversation continued. Then Dafydd asked for the Brigadier’s number again – on the grounds that ‘I’ve had nuisance phone calls rather similar to this one’. At which point F observed that no he hadn’t, the others were completely different and rung off.

To quote Tom Jones when he sung ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there, laughing’. Actually I was in hysterics, I could not believe what I was hearing.

Since F’s bit of fun that evening, I have wondered and wondered who on earth was rubber stamping all those Army pensions on the basis of Dafydd’s ‘assessments’.

I think that I might have found out who it was.

From 1996-2005 Professor Sir Mansel Aylward was Chief Medical Adviser, Medical Director and Chief Scientist of the DWP and Chief Medical Adviser and Head of Profession at the Veteran’s Agency, MoD. He was on the board of the Benefits Agency Medical Service in the 1990s.

So Mansel, why did you ever take the word of a complete idiot involved in serious crime whilst you were dishing out the Army pensions? An idiot who clearly knew nothing about Tourette’s, PTSD, Goose Green or indeed anything else, but who was ready and willing as soon as he heard the magic words ‘money is no object’?

And whilst you’re about it Mansel, the Col still wants an apology after Dafydd made him cry.

Mansel assumed responsibility for Army pensions in 1996, which was the year after Dafydd ‘retired’ and the North Wales Hospital ‘closed down’, although neither of those things happened.

 

Professor Sir Mansel Aylward is now Director of the Centre for Psychosocial Research, Occupational and Physician Health at Cardiff University School of Medicine. He bagged his K in the 2010 New Year Honours and was made a Freeman of the Borough of Merthyr Tydfil in 2013.

Mansel is Chair of Public Health Wales, which as explained in my post ‘The International Language of Screaming’, is a receptacle for paedophiles’ friends who have been kicked out of everywhere but whom no-one dares turn loose because of the dirt that they have on everyone else.

 

So how did Meri Huws manage to land so many senior jobs when she was a drunken harpie who didn’t know her arse from her elbow?

 

Aylward’s wife Angela was involved in setting up a company called Mediprobe, trading under the name Nationwide Medical Examination Advisory Service Ltd., which arranged for the agency’s doctors to work for insurance companies. Mansel was involved in the establishment of the Work Capability Assessment test. When he left the DWP, he headed the UnumProvident Centre for Psychosocial and Disability Research, at Cardiff University.

Aylward has been criticized for giving academic credibility to the biopsychosocial model, which was said to be the basis of the Cameron’s Gov’ts disability benefits crackdown.

I think that Angel from Manchester University who heard so much about a gang of sex offenders from the Hergest patients more than 20 years ago was working on the assumption of a ‘biopsychosocial model’. It was certainly easier than admitting that gangsters were running the public services.

Mansel is Chair of the Advisory Board of HCML, a ‘provider of rehabilitation and case management services to insurance companies and the corporate sector’ and Chair of the Bevan Commission, a group of international experts who advise the Welsh Gov’t Minister for Health and Social Services.

 

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Yesterday a promotional e mail arrived in my inbox concerning a book that the University of Wales Press thinks that I might like to purchase. I don’t think that I’ll bother, because it was my idea that was plagiarised in order to write this book – I met the author when I was still working at Bangor University and I have not forgotten her.

At the time I was interested in publishing on the role of Nonconformism on the identity of women in Wales in the 19th and 20th centuries. I was building up a reputation for publishing on new analyses of gendered identity in the recent history of Wales at the time and Brown and me were the only people doing anything like this. I had recently had a bad experience when someone else at Bangor University plagiarised my work, successfully submitted it to a grant funding body and gave the dosh to her PhD student – who had failed his PhD as a result of her appalling supervision, was having to resubmit and needed a salary whilst he rewrote – and friendlier colleagues had told me not to discuss any of my work within this woman’s earshot again.

So I was a little cautious when I received a phone call from a vicar who was trying to build an academic career as well telling me that she was working on the gendered identity of Welsh women with an emphasis on the role played by Nonconformism. Because that was exactly what I was just developing and I knew that there was bugger all published about it. However she asked if she could meet me so I sad yes. It was an interesting meeting.

This vicar claimed to have a PhD in gender theory but she didn’t seem to know anything about gender theory. Neither did she know anything about previous work on gendered identity. She was a female vicar whose idea of an interest in gender theory was, well, being a female vicar. I am sure that it would be possible to publish some very interesting work on the experience of female vicars in the Church in Wales, but I don’t think that she was going to. She then asked if she could read my data – after having asked me for elementary advice on how to collect such data. By now alarm bells were ringing loudly. Then she dropped the bomb – she was a friend of Delyth Morris.

The dreadful Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula was a legend at Bangor University. She lied, she cheated, she plagiarised, she bullied. It was Duckula who had plagiarised my previous idea and used the resulting funding to pay the salary of the PhD student whom she had let down so badly whilst he rewrote and resubmitted.

At this point I told the ignoramus of a vicar that I would not be releasing any of my data, particularly to someone who had been sent in my direction by Duckula.

The vicar has now – YEARS later – written the book that Duckula was obviously told that I was planning, because that is the book that UWP are offering to sell me ie. ‘Women, Identity and Religion in Wales’ by Manon Ceridwen James.

Manon: after you paid me a visit with the intention of stealing my data as well as my idea, I spoke to a friend who is a sociologist of religion who knows you. He told me that you are a bloody nightmare and that I really should give you a very wide berth if you ever contacted me again.

 

This is not the first time that I have seen an idea of mine and Brown’s on sale by UWP. Just before I left Bangor, I e mailed a number of literature scholars in Swansea and Aberystwyth Universities and invited them to join the Madness and Literature Network which Brown established, explaining that we were interested in publishing some work in this field about women in Wales because there was no Welsh scholarship in this area. I heard nothing from any of them. So imagine my surprise when three years ago I was walking through Aberystwyth and there staring at me out of a bookshop window was a book written by one of those whom I e mailed with a remarkably similar title to the sort of suggestions that I made in my e mail. I had a quick look through the book and it was not that impressive. I told a former senior colleague from Bangor about my discovery and I observed that it wasn’t even a very good book, I don’t know why they bothered. To which my former colleague replied ‘well SHE won’t know that her book’s no good’.

No, she won’t. Like Duckula and Manon, she’s not very bright, she doesn’t know her stuff but she did hear that Brown and Baker had some good ideas so she stole them.

 

Manon Ceridwen James is certainly networked with the best. The book comes highly recommended by one Emeritus Professor Densil Morgan of the University of Wales Trinity St David. Densil and his toadies were ejected from the Bangor University School of Theology some years ago as a parting gift for the Oppressed from the VC just before he retired. How thankful so many people were for that after the Great Terror of Densil and his partner in crime Catrin Haf, a Great Terror that had persisted for years and ruined the life of many a colleague and student. Densil and Catrin sought sanctuary at Trinity St David’s and since their arrival most of the originals at the Theology Dept at Trinity St David’s have found jobs elsewhere. See my post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ for the story of Densil and Catrin Haf, their many victims and Densil’s admiration for the forefathers of the paedophiles’ friends.

The flyer for Manon’s book tells me that Manon is the Director of Ministry for the diocese of St Asaph, Church in Wales and Honorary Canon of St Asaph Cathedral.

Manon will have learnt a few things if she’s working at St Asaph Cathedral. Such as the activities of Hugh Davies, the choirmaster and organist at St Asaph Cathedral, 1985-98, who was later imprisoned for the possession of child porn. One of Davies’s former pupils killed himself after alleging that Davies had sexually abused him. Perhaps Manon also knows the prodigious son of Geoff, the former landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. I can’t remember the name of  Geoff’s son, but he won a scholarship to Eton on the basis of his musical talents – playing the organ no less – and was featured on TV. It was in the mid-1990s, at the time of the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales, at the same time as all those other talented youngsters were discovered whose families were facilitating the paedophile ring which everybody maintained did not exist.

Geoff knew a lot about corruption among professional people in north Wales. Geoff was a magistrate and a corrupt copper who arrested me in London in 1991 after the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had perjured themselves, told me that he used to be stationed in north Wales and that he and his mates enjoyed themselves chucking local Bethesda boys in Llyn Ogwen after giving them a kicking and ‘if Geoff was on the bench we knew that we’d be OK’. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

What that copper didn’t know as he did his Life On Mars bit to impress a Bird, was that this particular bird knew that his crimes were rather more serious than just chucking the local teenagers into the lake for a dip to wash away the blood. I remember local young men being found dead in Llyn Ogwen after having ‘drowned whilst midnight swimming when drunk’. Local boys didn’t go swimming in Llyn Ogwen – the outdoor crowd did, but not those young men from Bethesda. Llyn Ogwen is several miles up the valley, it is cold and wet in winter and not many of the young working class men in Bethesda who were being beaten up by Geoff’s mates in the police took part in outdoor pursuits.

 

One of Geoff’s regulars who could be seen in the Douglas virtually every evening was Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at the Hergest Unit.

 

When my friend warned me about Manon Ceridwen, I am fairly sure that he told me that she had previously been the curate or vicar in Llanllechid. There was a curate or vicar in Llanllechid back in the 1990s called Manon, because I knew someone who had an encounter with her who was seriously unimpressed. Someone I knew in Rachub found Satanic graffiti on the inside of a building in the village and became very concerned. I took the view that it was probably teenagers messing around but this person maintained that there are some odd people on this earth and that it would be worth finding out what had been going on. The building with the Satanic graffiti was just three doors down from a man who was not only dealing in class A drugs but was also sexually exploiting local women on a very big scale and had a keen interest in Black Magic and Aleister Crowley, although that particular man was capable of causing quite enough damage without summoning up assistance from Satan.

The resident of Rachub who found the Satanic graffiti decided to contact the local vicar – a new female vicar called Manon. He told her of his concerns and she didn’t share them. He then explained that just doors away from the Satanic graffiti lived a man with highly problematic behaviour who also dealt in class A drugs. Manon told the caller that she really wasn’t interested in hearing about Satanic graffiti because she wasn’t a painter and decorator. No, but she was a member of the clergy of the Church in Wales and some of her colleagues had been involved with perpetrating and concealing child sexual abuse.

I am not entirely sure if the Manon who came to steal my data was the same Manon who wasn’t a painter and decorater, but Manon Ceridwen James’s mate Duckula the Plagiarist knows a great deal about the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales, because before Duckula was an academic who didn’t understand or take an interest in academic work (Duckula memorably told me that ‘Althussar was just a load of old rubbish really’ – OK Duckula, we’ll forget about him then), Duckula was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council…

Duckula was certainly a woman of contradictions. Duckula particularly hated the English owners of second homes in north Wales and was delighted when her daughter Gillian – Daughter of Duckula – struck up a romantic relationship with one of the few people in north Wales who did serve a prison sentence for offences involving bombs. So Duckula was keeping it very quiet indeed that she owned a second home in France. Duckula had much previous which impacted upon her role as a magistrate in Holyhead, particularly the bribery and corruption previous…

 

It might be worth me breaking my silence here regarding the man who benefited from the salary that Duckula raised by plagiarising my idea. I was told by another PhD student that the young man concerned knew that Duckula had nicked my work to raise a salary for him and was worried lest I found out. I had found out, but I took the view that it was Duckula who had plagiarised my work not him and I wasn’t going to blame a PhD student who was having to rewrite his thesis because of Duckula’s gross incompetence. In fact it was the English speaking sociologists in Bangor – including me – who helped Duckula’s victim rewrite and resubmit his thesis, whilst he lived on the salary raised by the theft of my idea. The young man subsequently obtained his PhD and then landed a full-time well-paid Welsh medium lecturing post at Bangor, on a special scheme which reserved jobs for Welsh speakers. I don’t have a problem with such schemes because there is a shortage of Welsh speaking academics in many subjects and I believe that minority languages are worth keeping alive.

What I did have a problem with was hearing that some months after I and the other English speaking academics had saved this young man’s career, he had told an outstanding young Polish academic that she shouldn’t be in her job because jobs at Bangor should be reserved for Welsh people.

Dr Cynog Prys needs to remember – before he leads a rendering of ‘Tomorrow Belongs To Me’ – that it was thanks to one of the leading lights in Welsh medium education at Bangor that he failed his fucking PhD and it was only the Englishers who offered to help him after that disaster.

Cynog’s uncle was Chief Exec of the Welsh Language Board and his dad is a retired social worker…

Should Cynog or Manon or anyone else who has to plagiarise other people’s ideas to get by wish to steal anymore of my work, they should feel free to publish extracts from this blog wherever they feel like. How about sharing it with your dad’s former colleagues then Cynog?

 

The bumph that was sent to me promoting Manon Ceridwen’s volume was accompanied by some free PR for the R.S. Thomas Centre at Bangor University. I always marvel at the irony of Bangor University housing the R.S. Thomas Centre, because although R.S. Thomas was a UCNW graduate, his diaries show that he had a very low opinion of his fellow students at UCNW and made notes about them being a bunch of Welsh plebs. As an older man, R.S. Thomas reinvented himself as a ‘Welsh nationalist’ who took a Cynog world view that the English should not be settling in Wales. R.S. Thomas was a very bad tempered vicar who spent his later years living at Rhiw and who revelled in pretending not to be able to speak English when he met English tourists who had got lost. He did not speak Welsh when he was young, he spoke English with a very plummy accent and for a long while was a vicar in I think Shropshire, but reinvented himself as Welsh later in life. He had one son who emigrated to the Far East and who didn’t seem to like his father very much.

The man in charge of the R.S. Thomas Centre is Professor Tony Brown, a retired member of staff from the School of English. Tony Brown is one of the dwindling number of former members of staff still alive who worked at UCNW when it was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends and for their own benefit, when a major branch of the trafficking gang was working via the Student Health Centre.

Tony Brown was a colleague of Dave Nunn, the lecturer who became a Hergest patient in the 1990s after he had a breakdown. The Dave Nunn who disappeared after he told some Top Doctors who had intentions of sectioning him that he had read the farcical High Court injunction that Dafydd had served on me…

Would Tony Brown like to tell us all why the paedophiles’ friends targeted Dave Nunn?

 

The Welsh media are reporting that Tawel Fan, the ward at the centre of the scandal involving the serious abuse of EMI patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd may be demolished and many millions are to be spent on a new building. So the Betsi have identified the usual source of blame after yet another scandal involving the abuse of vulnerable people – it was the fault of the building. The abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was going to stop when the patients were moved into a new building. The abuse of patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd was going to stop when the brand new up-to-the-minute Hergest Unit was built. For the last few years the abuse, neglect and deaths of the patients at Hergest have been blamed on that terrible building that was never any good from the day one. Which is weird, Cos I Was There and the staff were really proud of that building – the patients were given tours of it before it officially opened.

I’m not sure how many times I need to repeat this. It is not buildings that neglect and abuse patients. It is not buildings that forge documents, perjure themselves in order to secure convictions against patients who have complained or throw firebombs into other buildings to kill witnesses. It is criminals and as long as the ‘services’ are run by the remnants of a sex trafficking gang and their friends, relatives and descendants, people will continue to be abused.

 

Meanwhile, the Guardian is reporting once more on the thousands of Angels who have been attacked by Dangerous Psychiatric Patients. Oh well, people in the NHS unions are obviously reading this blog, so I should take it as a compliment.

More blog posts coming soon BMA, RCN, UNISON, UNITE et al…

 

 

 

Cottaging At Castle Gate

Previous posts have discussed Ron Davies – the former Labour MP for Caerphilly, 1983-01, Labour AM for Caerphilly, 1999-03 and Secretary of State for Wales, 1997-98 – and how Blair was just about to confirm that Ron would be First Secretary (First Minister) in the soon to be established National Assembly for Wales when Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie and had to resign as Secretary of State (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). No-one ever quite got to the bottom of what had happened between Ron and Boogie because Alastair Campbell and Blair micromanaged what was made public about the incident. A number of versions of events were in circulation, including claims that Ron had been discovered starkers, or wearing women’s clothes. It was said that Ron had been mugged – yet Boogie the alleged mugger was interviewed by the police and not charged with any offence.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography has quite a lot to say about Ron – Rhodri was a good mate of his. Rhodri claims that Boogie ‘forced’ Ron to go to a cash machine, but kept Ron’s car because Ron forgot his PIN. Rhodri claims that the Boogie business came as a complete shock to him and questioned whether Ron really was someone who would ‘strike up a conversation with a total stranger from the margins of society on the grass verge on the edge of Clapham Common and then agree to go for a meal later that night with the man and his friends’.

Although Rhodri claimed to be completely surprised regarding the Boogie incident, he makes a number of other comments which suggest that he should not have been in the least bit surprised by it.

Rhodri admits that he had heard rumours concerning Ron’s ‘other life’, including information that Ron was frequenting a Turkish bath in Newport. There was rather very much more than a vague rumour about a Turkish bath.

Rhodri tells us that Brian Radford, a journo for ‘The People’, had heard rumours that Ron had driven in a private car up the A 470 and stopped at a public bogs known as a gay meeting place. Furthermore, ‘gay Welsh Tories’ had told Neil Wooding – ‘a prominent gay Welsh Labour figure’ – that Ron was ‘cottaging at Castle Gate’. In the same way that Dafydd Wigley claimed not to know what a paedophile was whilst spending decades as the MP for a constituency in which a paedophile gang operated which was assisted by some members of Wigley’s own party – including Ioan Bowen Rees, one of Wigley’s advisors – who occupied offices just around the corner from Wigley’s constituency office (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), Rhodri explained in his memoir that he didn’t know what cottaging was when he was first told that Ron was cottaging at Castle Gate.

So how did Rhodri discover what cottaging involved? A ‘Labour activist in Wrexham’ who worked as a medical secretary in Wrexham Maelor Hospital ‘where related issues’ were dealt with, one Lesley Griffiths, enlightened Rhodri. Lesley explained to Rhodri that cottaging was a term for casual sexual encounters between ‘predatory men’ which took place in public bogs. Lesley certainly knew all about it. Accordingly to Lesley, because the police regularly patrolled the bogs which were known to be used for cottaging purposes and shone torches under the doors in order to see if they could count two pairs of feet in a cubicle rather than just one, cottaging men busy in the cubicles would ensure that one of them stood in shopping bags placed on the floor. Thus the police would only spot two feet and some bags of shopping rather than four incriminating feet.

I am certainly impressed with Lesley Griffiths’ knowledge of cottaging. I didn’t know that about the shopping bags until I read Rhodri’s book. Neither did I realise that Lesley Griffiths’ work at Wrexham Maelor involved matters relating to cottaging men – I presumed that she just typed up letters concerning abdominal surgery or some such matter. In 2007, nearly ten years after Ron resigned over his liaison with Boogie, Lesley Griffiths was elected as the AM for Wrexham.

In 2011 Griffiths was promoted to the position of Health Minister and what a bloody wet blanket she was. My post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ describes how dismal Griffiths’ performance was and how she ignored correspondence from me regarding the harassment and threats that I was receiving from the paedophiles’ friends employed in the north Wales NHS. Griffiths was in post when I had to flee north west Wales after I received a midnight visitor – who was seen off by my dog – and after cars were driven carelessly in my direction at a high speed on a number of occasions. Then there was the incident when someone who had provided a statement about the harassment of me by senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust was threatened by a policeman with a gun. A few days later I was trailed through Cricieth and beyond by the same policeman with a gun…

None of this should surprise us. Whilst Lesley was busy being ‘a Labour activist’ she was a Wrexham Councillor. The Wrexham Councillors – with the noble exception of Malcolm King – completely ignored the activities of the paedophile gang on their doorstep. The victims of that paedophile gang were being taken to local GPs and Wrexham Maelor Hospital with non-accidental injuries that were never investigated. One boy with anal injuries was told that he had ‘piles’.

Lesley – if you knew about the intricacies of cottaging and you worked in a dept in the Maelor which dealt with ‘related matters’, presumably you would have been fully aware that teenaged boys don’t tend to have piles and that piles don’t result in anal injury. Although serious sexual assault does. How was it that you knew about the shopping bags but not about the paedophile ring, whereas I – who have never worked in Wrexham Maelor dealing with cottaging-related matters – knew about the paedophile gang on your patch, but not the shopping bags?

Lesley Griffith grew up near Wrexham and has spent her whole life there. How she missed that paedophile gang or the criminal Top Doctors and social workers who have surrounded her for her entire existence I do not know.

I’m not an aficionado like Lesley, but I knew back in 1984 that cottaging was going on in Bangor and furthermore that the particular brand of cottaging happening in the notorious Garth Road public conveniences did not involve consenting adult Ron Davies’s, but rather the propositioning of boys as young as eight by older men. The problem was so bad that a lady magistrate – I can’t remember her name – spoke about it to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’. She observed that it was outrageous that this was going on and she even gave a description of ‘the man in a flashy car’ who had been seen loitering around the bogs in question. The lady magistrate was particularly critical of the police whom she maintained were wilfully ignoring what was happening.

The reason why the business of the molesters in Garth Road public toilets being allowed to go about their business unhindered caused such uproar in Bangor was that Garth Road public toilets were situated directly opposite Bangor Police Station (the Police Station in Bangor relocated more recently). The police could have just looked out of their front window if they wanted to keep an eye on Garth Road public toilets.

Considering how serious the problem was, the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ paid remarkably little attention to it – they reported the concerns of that magistrate and then never returned to the subject. But then the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an interesting choice of articles. There was a vicious paedophile ring associated with serious organised crime operating in the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor but never a word was published about it. There was bugger all coverage of the matter even when the Waterhouse Inquiry was taking place.

What the Bangor and Anglesey did publish however was articles in praise of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – particularly in 1993-95 when Dafydd had become too embarrassing even for the NHS in north Wales and there was pressure on him to retire, pressure that he was doing all that he could to resist (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). The ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ entertained the patients of the Hergest Unit by repeatedly describing Dafydd as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’. Dafydd was not even a forensic psychiatrist let alone Europe’s leading. The Mail also waxed lyrical about the excellent forward thinking North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which according to Dafydd’s interviews with the journos was ‘unique’. Which I suppose was true, mental health care was and still is near-universally appalling in the UK but as far as I know Denbigh was the only institution with a dungeon for the unlawful imprisonment of the victims of a sex trafficking gang.

When I perused my medical files I discovered that the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an even cosier relationship with Dafydd than I realised. In 1988 a friend of mine who had experienced the joys of Dafydd’s idiocy and pomposity thought that it would be entertaining if we sent a completely mad letter to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ under Dafydd’s name, repeating his expressions and his crazy ideas to see if they would publish it. Our letter was remarkably similar to the nonsense that Dafydd came out with when he addressed the Welsh Baptist Union in 1971 and told them that learning Bible verses in Welsh when one is a child can protect against a ‘serious moral collapse’ (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). We sent the letter off to the Editor but to our disappointment it was not published.

Many years later I found a photocopy of our letter in my medical files. It was attached to a compliments slip from the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ (the larger sister paper of the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’) along with a note saying ‘The attached letter was sent to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail purporting to come from Dr DA Jones. He has asked me to pass it onto you.’ The note was signed ‘Penny Bosworth, reporter’ and Penny had helpfully provided everyone with her phone number – 362747 – should any of the paedophiles’ friends wish to get in touch.

As the comedian Mrs Merton would say, ‘so Penny Bosworth, how did you become so friendly with a man who was running a sex trafficking ring?’

Someone at the Mail obviously did believe that the letter was from Dafydd because it had been prepared for publication – the photocopy showed up the marks that newspaper editors make on pieces before the edition goes off to be printed. I have no idea who on the Mail realised that the letter was too crazy to even be from Dafydd and called in Dafydd’s mate Penny Bosworth.

Our spoof letter was not the only extract from the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ that turned up in my medical records. In 1996 the mental health services manager for north west Wales, Alun Davies, in collaboration with the paedophiles’ friends at even higher levels in the NHS than him, was well on the way to closing down the day centre at the Hergest Unit. The day centre was the only bit of the mental health services in north west Wales which actually worked and was very popular with the patients. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusive and threatened to assault patients in their own homes, the Top Doctors were all mad and constantly had patients arrested for bizarre and trivial reasons, most of the best staff had left the wards as the Unit had gone further and further downhill at the hands of Alun Davies, but the day centre had a number of friendly, more competent staff and was also a place where a lot of patients who were isolated and living in poverty could meet their friends and socialise.

In true ‘service user involvement’ style, the patients were told that the day centre was ‘under review’ and that they were to be ‘consulted’ about the closure. The patients were horrified to hear of the plans to close the day centre and all voted to keep it open. Because the patients had voted the wrong way, more votes and focus groups were held and the patients were told that the day centre was very bad for them and furthermore that it was ‘old fashioned’. The patients continued to vote in favour of the day centre. Then an auditor was sent in – that was a real scream, because the auditor also came up with the wrong answer. He concluded that the day centre was providing an excellent service.

Then individual interviews were held and patients were directly asked why they insisted upon attending the day centre instead of making appointments to see the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Patients responded with comments such as ‘because one of them said that he would hit me’ but that wasn’t recorded. Instead it was recorded that patients were ‘misusing’ the NHS by visiting the day centre in order to access the coffee facilities and lunches. That was true for some patients, but what wasn’t recorded was that numerous patients were living in such poverty that they couldn’t afford sufficient food. This was because the Arfon Team and Top Doctors had not told most patients about their entitlement to disability benefits, so many patients were living at sub-benefit levels. The day centre staff knew about this, as did the occupational therapy team – but they were told that helping with benefits advice was not their remit.

It is worth noting here on what grounds the Arfon Team and Top Docs refused to help patients with benefit claims or indeed housing. People were refused help if they ‘had upset people’. I and other patients noticed that the patients who were said to have ‘upset people’ were those who had complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles. As one patient said to me more recently ‘so I upset a gang of paedophiles 20 years ago and now I can’t get the help to which I am legally entitled’.

That was the sum of it. The day centre staff had a policy of supplying biscuits and milk and coffee for the patients because they knew that many of them didn’t have those things at home and I know at least two of the occupational therapists brought in old clothes and bits and pieces from their homes in order to supply patients with basics. Patients were also having their teeth extracted when they had toothache because extractions were cheaper than fillings.

‘Oooh it’s never been this bad in the NHS, it’s Carwyn’s cuts’. No it’s not, it’s the bloody paedophile gang wreaking havoc. Retired nurses from Denbigh had yachts moored off Anglesey and second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), Dafydd was reputed to be a millionaire but the patients couldn’t afford food and toothpaste.

Then Alun Davies announced that the free bus travel which most of the patients relied upon to get to the day centre would be withdrawn. So only the four or five financially well off patients with cars and those within walking distance of the day centre could actually get there. Attendance dropped from over 200 during the week to less than 30.

Alun Davies announced that after ‘extensive consultation with the service users’ it was clear that the day centre was ‘under used’ and that it would therefore be closing. Davies then tried to sack one of the occupational therapists who had been bringing old clothes in to help the patients who couldn’t afford clothes.

Before the day centre closed its doors – the day centre was turned into offices, which is what hospitals should be used for of course – I and other patients wrote letters to newspapers, MPs etc.

In my medical records, the copies of the letters that I wrote to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ in defence of the day centre are lovingly preserved.

 

After the day centre closed down a number of patients became destitute and others were found dead. So many people died that one of my friends started referring to the National Holocaust Service. Other patients just went off the radar and disappeared.

The attack on the day centre began in about 1995. Just as the demands for an investigation into the possibility that a paedophile ring was at work in north Wales could no longer be ignored. By the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway, support – and indeed basic medical care – was being withdrawn from many mental health patients. Before Ronnie Waterhouse had completed that Report the day centre had closed and en masse destitution and deaths had begun.

After the old fashioned day centre was shut down, there was an increased investment in ‘other community services more appropriate to patients needs’. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team blossomed and there were even more of them employed to threaten patients, have them arrested and refuse to provide any services to patients who had upset people. A room above a disused pub in Caernarfon was opened on a Tuesday as a ‘community facility’ for patients in Gwynedd. The room wasn’t heated and there was no coffee provided, so a farmer’s wife from near Caernarfon – who was appalled at what was happening to patients – volunteered to go in every Tuesday and cook a communal meal.  She provided the ingredients herself. There was transport provided though – a minibus did a journey through the hill villages and picked up the few people who fancied spending a Tuesday in a freezing cold room above the disused pub.

The farmer’s wife told me that one week an old man from Penygroes who was in a very bad way was loaded onto the minibus by the driver. The old man had just put his clothes on over his pyjamas, he hadn’t eaten, washed, shaved etc for days and once he got to the room above the disused pub, he just sat there all day unmoving and also wet himself. The farmer’s wife observed that if that had been one of your relatives you’d have taken them straight to A&E. But no-one did, the minibus driver loaded the old man back onto the bus at the end of the day and took him back to Penygroes. The old man wasn’t at the disused pub the next week – he had been found dead in his house.

When I told Brown about this, Brown observed that the North West Wales NHS Trust operated on the same principle as the Nazis did when they transported people to the concentration camps – they counted the bodies onto the trains and counted them again at the other end but didn’t bother to note if anyone had died during the journey.

Alun Davies might as well have installed a gas chamber for the Hergest patients. Davies told so many bloody lies that no-one would have noticed if he had invited people to go into the showers but something other than water was coming out.

 

It was repeatedly alleged that the North Wales Police colluded with the paedophile gang operating in north Wales. The Chief Constable of North Wales, 1982-94 – David Owen  – flatly refused to co-operate with the first major investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile gang in the region. I have mentioned previously that one of the police officers who was constantly ordered by the mental health services to arrest me was Sgt Tim Evans. I was told by a third party that Sgt Evans made it clear that he thought that the whole situation was farcical and was asking why a hospital full of highly paid consultants were summoning the police on an almost daily basis to ‘deal with’ patients who had simply complained – I was one of the highest profile people in this position. At one point Sgt Evans refused to arrest me and I understand that he told the paedophiles’ friends that I had rights too and he just couldn’t arrest me when I had broken absolutely no law.

In response to Tim Evans refusing to wrongfully arrest me, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) wrote to Chief Constable David Owen and complained about Tim Evans. Francis stressed that Tim Evans and his colleagues were merely a bunch of uneducated plods but that the Top Doctors were Experts and knew how dangerous I was. Tim subsequently turned up at my place on every occasion after a ludicrous complaint was made about me to haul me off to the police station, although he did apologise for this, explaining that if he did not do it he was going to be disciplined and could be sacked.

Tim Evans undoubtedly knew what the paedophiles’ friends were up to – he had lived opposite Mary Wynch in Caernarfon for a start and he knew what had happened there (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I presume that he was one of the many police officers who knew how bad the criminality was but it was prevalent at such a high level in the North Wales Police that he was unable to challenge it.

Sgt Evans may well have been right to have been worried. In the summer of 1987 Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station stuck his neck out to protect me in the face of the grand plan of Dafydd et al to frame and imprison me for ‘trying to stab a doctor’ (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). Alun Davies bellowed at me that ‘we’ll be making a complaint about him’. A few months later Sgt Morgan was prosecuted for indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in Bangor Police Station and was sacked. That must have been the first time in the history of north Wales that the word of a 14 year old girl under arrest had been taken above that of a police officer. The indecent assault constituted Sgt Morgan putting his hand in the back pocket of the girl’s jeans whilst searching her – interestingly enough Sgt Morgan claimed to be searching for condoms.

Now Sgt Morgan may well have done what he was accused of doing. Sgt Morgan was famously obsessed with sex and did enjoy discussing it with people under arrest. However, Sgt Morgan’s ‘indecent assault’ on the girl occurred at a time when Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning people who had suffered serious sexual assault in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital. Why was Sgt Morgan held to account in a way in which no-one else was? Furthermore victims of the paedophile gang were regularly fitted up for serious offences. Interestingly enough, Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan’s trial had taken place.

Sgt Morgan seems to be in the same category as John Grant Jones, the former Clerk to the Magistrates in Bangor, who after a career at the heart of the paedophiles and their friends, was prosecuted for fiddling his pension entitlements and was sacked in 2005 and stripped of his OBE. By the time that the Dept of Constitutional Affairs sacked John Grant Jones, he had become the Justices’ Committee Chief Executive.

I remember John Grant Jones very well, he was rather nicer to the defendants in Bangor Magistrates Court than many other people were and he knew that people were being framed by Dafydd et al. Even if he did fiddle his pension, fiddling the pension really does pale into insignificance in comparison to what else was happening in the criminal justice system in north Wales. John Grant Jones was the first person to be stripped of his OBE in north Wales. All the corrupt senior police officers, NHS managers and Top Docs are still in possession of their gongs, even Elfed Roberts who decided that he was going to leave the North Wales Police when it was noticed that he seemed to be very wealthy and leading a gold-plated existence for a policeman. The Elfed whom I was told was known to be ‘corrupt’ back in the 1970s when he was still just a sergeant in Llangefni.

So who was Lord Chancellor – the person who presided over the Dept for Constitutional Affairs – when Jones Grant Jones was stuffed over yet the paedophiles’ friends were allowed to hang onto their jobs and gongs? It was Charlie Falconer.

Spit it out Charlie – what did John Grant Jones know about who that resulted in him being shot at dawn?

 

Chief Constable David Owen was President of the ACPO in 1990. He came from Gwynedd – he was the son of a police sergeant himself – but served with the Metropolitan Police, Lincolnshire Police, the Merseyside and Dorset forces before returning to North Wales.

Michael Argent succeeded David Owen as Chief Constable of North Wales. Argent didn’t refuse to investigate the organised abuse of children in north Wales, but he refused to allow another Chief Constable to oversee the investigation, although by then part of the remit was to investigate the North Wales Police themselves after allegations had been made that police officers were abusing children.

Former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea received the full support of the Police Federation throughout the years that he was accused of abusing children in care and even after he was convicted and imprisoned in 2016. Anglesea died in prison and at the time of his death was planning an appeal. The Police Federation were supporting him and there had been offers from barristers to represent Anglesea free of charge. The Police Federation turned up in force at Anglesea’s funeral to give him a good send off.

There are quite a few references in my medical records to police who were very obviously colluding with wrongdoing on the part of the paedophiles’ friends. There are of course the references to Superintendent Roberts from Bangor Police Station and the ‘deal’ that he had with Dafydd to wrongfully arrest me, unlawfully deliver me to Bryn Golau – the locked ward – at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where the nurses were instructed not to let me out by Dr Neil Davies. The nurses told Neil Davies that they were very unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’ because it was illegal, but Neil Davies explained to them that they weren’t guilty because the deal was between Superintendent Roberts and the Top Doctors – all the nurses had to do was to refuse to let me go (see post ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’).

There are a number of references to a Chief Inspector Parry of Bangor Police Station who seems to have been very accommodating with regard to the paedophiles’ friends in 1988. In 1988 I was living in Surrey and working at the University of Surrey as a member of the cancer research team led by Professor Vincent Marks, who’s brother John Marks was Chairman of the BMA at the time. The shenanigans behind the scenes – including the plagiarism of my work which was then published by Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University Medical School of whom I had never heard until the other day and the involvement of a colleague of Dr Tony Francis’s in a scandal which resulted in a member of a related cancer research team being found dead – are described in my posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

I was continuing to write to the NHS in north Wales requesting that my complaints should be investigated. I received no replies other than threats to prosecute me on the grounds that I was ‘harassing’ people by my letters and demands that I stop writing to them.

A letter dated 24 Aug 1988 from Dr AH Chadwick of the BMA’s Welsh Office in Cardiff to Dr DJC Davies, the Chief Medical Administrative Officer for Gwynedd Health Authority, refers to their meeting in DJC Davies’s office on 8 July 1988 and expresses ‘extreme concern’ about my ‘antics’. My antics being those letters of complaint which detailed the serious criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Chadwick wrote that ‘today I have been requested by the four BMA consultant psychiatrists for urgent assistance’ and that he has now received ‘further alarming reports’ about me. The ‘four BMA consultant psychiatrists’ are the paedophiles’ friends Tony Francis, his wife Sadie Francis, Dr M. Devakumar and Dafydd.

On 2 Sep 1988 PM Rees, an administrator for Gwynedd Health Authority, wrote to Chadwick, referring to Chadwick’s letter of 24 Aug 1988 to Dr DJC Davies, regarding plans to arrange a meeting between the psychiatrists, the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, ‘solicitor to the Welsh Health Authorities’ and a representative of the North Wales Police.

On 14 Sept 1988 a letter from PM Rees to Devakumar explained that ‘as requested through the BMA’, a meeting had been arranged with Chief Inspector Parry to discuss me.

A document dated 21/9/88 constitutes the notes made after a meeting at Ysbyty Gwynedd held on 16 Sept 1988 ‘to discuss the action to be taken’ regarding the ‘problems’ posed by me. The usual suspects attended the meeting – a collection of Top Docs, senior Angels and managers who have featured previously on this blog – as did Chief Inspector Parry. Parry confirmed at the meeting that at Bangor Magistrates Court in Nov 1987 I was given a conditional discharge and bound over for a year. That was the result of an attempt by Dafydd to have me prosecuted for assaulting a doctor. It subsequently became clear that I hadn’t assaulted anyone – I had however shouted at a doctor. The doctor concerned had been involved in threatening me and illegally detaining me at Ysbyty Gwynedd earlier that year (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’) and of course my requests for an investigation had been ignored.  After the assault case collapsed, the paedophiles’ friends had me prosecuted for breach of the peace. Parry explained to the meeting that ‘any threatening behaviour during this period could result in her retrial for the original offence’.

Obviously there had been no ‘threatening behaviour’ from me because I had not been retried.

Another document in my medical records simply entitled ‘Gwynedd Health Authority’ records that Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd of the North Wales Police attended a meeting about me on 14 Oct 1988 with Andrew Park and usual suspects. A new name joined the usual suspects – Mr G. Palmer, Chief Administrative Nursing Officer. At this meeting Tony Francis informed everyone about the injunction that he had taken out against me, on the basis of him perjuring himself and giving an account of all those assaults which it was later admitted by Andrew Park and Francis’s own lawyers Hempsons that I had not committed. Dafydd told the meeting that he was not prepared to take out an injunction against me. In 1994 Dafydd changed his mind and obtained an injunction in the High Court in Liverpool after discussing his anus in court and the threats made by another person to stick a hand-grenade up his bum, which according to Dafydd was all my fault (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). I will be blogging more about Dafydd and his injunction soon.

Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd told the meeting that my conditional discharge imposed by Bangor Magistrates would run out on 10 Nov 1988. The note stated that the ‘Malicious Communications Act was coming into force on 29 Sept 1989’ and it was agreed to refer any mail sent by me to after that date to members of staff which contained ‘malicious communications’ to the police with a view to prosecuting me under this legislation.

There was never any attempt to prosecute me under the Malicious Communications Act so presumably my communications weren’t malicious enough. However I am curious about the use of the tense in the letter ie. that the Act ‘was coming into force’. This suggests that the document was written before the Act came into force – but the note claims to be an account of a meeting held AFTER the Act had come into force. There are no signatures on this document and I am wondering if it is yet another document which was not compiled when, or recording what, it claimed. I have a number of such documents in my possession – many of them dated during 1988 or 1989. I believe that they were forged or at the very least were backdated and written long after the date would suggest (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). Many of these documents were allegedly written by Alun Davies and were letters to the Welsh Office regarding my complaints. The dates are inconsistent, none of the letters are signed and there are other errors in the letters which suggest that they were written by someone at a much later date to cover the arse of the north Wales NHS. I will be blogging more about them soon.

My medical records contain an internal memo dated 8 Nov 1988 to Alun Davies from Tony Francis complaining that my letters have not been forwarded to the police. Francis demands that this is done and also says that he’s made a statement to the police and forwarded a letter to the administrators to give to the police. The memo states that it was dictated but not signed by Tony Francis.

There is an undated letter from Alun Davies to Chief Inspector Parry saying that Davies is sending Parry a letter that I had written to Dafydd.

My suspicions that there was a great deal of forgery going on are confirmed by a note dated 24 Nov 1988  explaining that Andrew Park has amended an account of a meeting ‘as arranged’. This was not Park redrafting a lawyer’s letter – this was Park making up what happened in a meeting in which the homicidal maniac that was me was being discussed. A meeting attended by a senior police officer. What ever would be wrong with providing a fictitious account of that meeting?

It will have been very clear to Chief Inspectors Parry and Lloyd that in spite of the florid allegations that were made about my ‘antics’ constantly, there was no evidence that I was doing anything other than writing very angry letters detailing criminal activity and asking for an investigation. Furthermore there had been a number of incidents in which the paedophiles’ friends had been demonstrated to have perjured themselves in their attempts to have me charged yet no questions had been asked about them lying to the police. By the time that Parry and Lloyd were attending these meetings about me, Dafydd had been sued by Mary Wynch and the case had been reported in the London-based press and Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in care in Gwynedd and had been sacked from her job by Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

Whilst the Chief Inspectors attended meetings with the paedophiles’ friends, Alun Davies had recorded a conversation with me without my knowledge in which the fat idiot had tried to entrap me, without success. There is a transcript of the call in my files, with Davies asking me ‘ooh what are you planning to do to us then’, obviously hoping I was going to fly off the handle and explain how I would be decapitating and dismembering them all in the near future.

There  are other references to other obliging police officers in my files.

On 13 Oct 1990, Mr D. Hinchcliffe, the general administrator of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, wrote to the policeman at Denbigh Police Station, Mr Bob Rowlands, about my ‘harassment’ of them all. Mr Hinchcliffe was obviously on good terms with Mr Rowlands because the letter begins ‘Dear Bob’. Mr Hinchliffe mentions a previous letter of his about me which he sent to Bob on 25 Sept 1995, but my files don’t have a copy of that one. I wonder why? Hinchliffe’s letter to Bob was CC’d to Dafydd, D. Griffiths and Janice Davies. D. Griffiths was a general administrator at Clwyd Health Authority who had a solid track record of refusing to reply to my letters detailing the criminal activities of Janice Davies – Dafydd’s Nurse Ratched on Bryn Golau Ward.

 

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to the MDU, 192 Altrincham Road, Sharston, Manchester about me. His refers to his previous letters about me behaving an a ‘menacing and intrusive way’. He accuses me of throwing a rock through a glass door at his house on Anglesey. Not that Dafydd had any evidence at all that I did this. Indeed Dafydd isn’t quite sure when the rock was thrown because he wasn’t actually in his house when it happened. Dafydd explains that he ‘was away’ but ‘two person were sleeping in the house and found the rock and broken glass door in the morning’. Dafydd thinks that the rock was thrown through the door ‘at probably about 3 am’. How the hell did he managed to time if if he wasn’t there and the only two people who were, were slumbering – did one of them at least not wake up when the rock came flying through the door????. Oh – Dafydd had a dog as well, a drug dealer’s dog, a Doberman who tried to attack the police on one occasion. Didn’t the dog bark? As for knowing that it was me who threw the rock – of course he knew that it was, because as Dafydd tells the MDU lawyers Hempsons ‘I can conceive of no other person likely to have done this’.

Dafydd was running a sex trafficking ring who dealt in drugs and child porn, I can conceive of a great many people who might have chucked the rock. If indeed a rock had ever been chucked. Dafydd noticeably provides no evidence whatever – no photos, no statements from the two persons who were sleeping in the house, not a sausage. He did tell the MDU that I was charged with assault on a junior doctor but he forgot to add that the charges were dropped when the junior doctor admitted that I hadn’t assaulted him after all.

Dafydd also says in his letter that a psychiatrist ‘whose name escapes me at the moment but which can be retrieved’ stated that I would ‘very likely end in a secure ward for the criminally insane’.

Yes Dafydd, because you, Tony Francis, Dr Chris Hunter and the rest of the paedophiles’ friends were constantly trying to fit me up after carrying out secret assessments on me which concluded with recommendations that I should be sent to a high security hospital because I was criminally insane…

Dafydd mentions one such incident – ‘I can recall an occasion when forensic psychiatrists attended a conference discussing the possible risks and possible management’. Would that have been the conference held by Dafydd’s mate Dr Chris Hunter – of whom I had never even heard at the time – who held a conference about me after Tony Francis and Dafydd asked him to? A conference that was held without my knowledge in north Wales – whilst I was working in a London medical school. A conference which was attended solely by paedophiles’ friends, many of whom had never met me (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

There is no solid evidence amongst any of this garbage – if the name of the person who made the splendid comments about me ending in a ward for the criminally insane ‘can be retrieved’, why wasn’t it retrieved before Dafydd wrote this letter? Or indeed since?

The name of that particular person wasn’t retrieved, but a whole list of other names was. Dafydd had back up! He told the MDU that they had his permission to approach: Avril Davies, the Mental Health Act Administrator at the Hergest Unit; Alun Davies; Tony and Sadie Francis; Hugh Thomas Pierce; Mrs Janice Glass; DC S.A. Owen ‘who has now become extensively involved in this matter’.

Avril Davies and the Francis’s were paedophiles’ friends. I have no idea who Hugh Thomas Pierce is. Janice Glass was one of Dafydd’s servants at his house, but I’ve never met her. And I did not even know of the existence of DC Owen, although he/she had become ‘extensively involved in this matter’.

I only heard about me throwing a rock through Dafydd’s door at 3 am some time after I’d done it, when a nurse at the Hergest Unit told me what I’d done. Which is just as well – DC Owen or indeed any other police officer hadn’t interviewed me about my crime, so if that helpful nurse hadn’t have let me known that I’d been over at Dafydd’s in the small hours chucking rocks through his door, I’d have been blissfully unaware of my crimes.

Dafydd worked as an expert medical witness. This is a man who had people banged up in Ashworth and Broadmoor for the rest of their lives on the basis of his ‘evidence’.

Much more recently in 2009 DC Steve Power was involved in yet another attempt to frame me on the part of the North West Wales NHS Trust – after a previous attempt had fallen apart (see post ‘After The Attempt To Frame Me…’). When my lawyer had Steve bang to rights in the police station, Steve announced that he would be taking this matter no further because he was retiring in a matter of days. I recognised Steve Power when he interviewed me in 2009. I had met him about four years previously, after I made a complaint to the police about being assaulted by staff in the Hergest Unit. I was locked in a room and prevented from reporting the assault when it happened, so after I got out of the Hergest Unit I wrote to the North Wales Police. I received a letter back with an appointment to discuss the matter at Caernafon Police Station. I turned up for the appointment only to be told by the police officer on duty that ‘another matter’ had arisen, so he was unable to see me. He told me that he would send me another appointment. I never heard another word. The officer was DC Steve Power.

 

Alison Taylor the social worker who blew the whistle on the abuse of the children in care in north Wales had a great deal of trouble with the North Wales Police. The two North Wales Police officers who’s names are usually heard in relation to the investigations into the abuse of children in care after Alison blew the whistle are Detective Superintendent Peter Ackerley and Detective Chief Superintendent Gwynne Owen. Alison’s concerns were rubbished and she was accused of fabricating multiple abuse allegations, including allegations against former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea and manipulating children into making false accusations.

I too was accused of ‘manipulating’ and ‘encouraging’ people to complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. It never seemed to occur to the paedophiles’ friends that their conduct was so dreadful that when it was witnessed by people other than kids in care or psych patients – who had become very used to being routinely abused – people were horrified. They didn’t need to be ‘encouraged’ or ‘manipulated’ by me to complain.

The conduct of the North Wales Police over many years left a great deal to be desired.

I have found out that former Detective Constable Jo Bott was interviewed during the 1991-93 investigation into child abuse in north Wales. Bott repeatedly took refuge by answering ‘no comment’. Well there’s a turn up for the books – because when I witnessed Jo in action in 1993 when she was a key mover and shaker in false accusations that a new father was a danger to his baby whilst two people who had sexually and physically abused children were afforded full protection by Bott, Bott had a great deal to say. In fact Jo was ever so friendly and chatty as she extracted information from a new parent who trusted her. When Jo returned to see that man a few weeks later, having used the information that he provided about the abuse of at least FOUR children to protect the abusers and frame an innocent person, Jo still had a bit more to say – only this time, what she had to say was rather unpleasant and threatening as opposed to friendly and chatty (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’).

Come on Jo, tell us what you know about who had it in for the other completely innocent and good father involved in it all as well, Martin – who was found dead at a most convenient time for you and the paedophiles’ friends…

The 1991-93 North Wales Police investigation into child abuse recommended that Gordon Anglesea should be prosecuted. Not only was he not prosecuted until many, many years later, but this information was concealed. It only became public in 1997 when Gerard Elias QC revealed it at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It is thought that the Police Federation backed Gordon Anglesea’s libel case against HTV Wales, Private Eye, The Indie on Sunday and The Observer, which Anglesea won in 1994 (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). North Wales Police officers attended Anglesea’s libel hearing and they knew that information was being witheld ie. that there had been a recommendation that Anglesea should be prosecuted.

 

In 2005 the ‘investigative journalist’ Richard Webster published a book called ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. Webster’s book was principally a vehicle for trashing the reputation of Alison Taylor. His theory was that the secret of Bryn Estyn was that there was no serious abuse there, that it was just another bog standard mediocre children’s home.

I cannot understand why Webster ever took an interest in Bryn Estyn. He had no connections with Wales and when he planned and wrote the book he was based in Suffolk. He contacted people in north Wales telling them that he was writing a book on institutional child abuse in 1996 but BEFORE the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced.

Webster’s volume is substantial, but it is clear to anyone from north Wales that Webster either had no idea of what was going on or that for some reason he had been sent to assist the paedophiles’ friends. No-one could have lived in north Wales for any length of time over the last few decades and not have noticed that the health and welfare services were and still are truly dreadful. This escaped Webster. He also concluded that Lucille Hughes paying a special visit in person to interview a kid who had alleged that he had been abused was a sign of Lucille’s concern and conscientiousness. This was Lucille bloody Hughes – she probably went out to see the boy to threaten him at gun point, Lucille was not a nice person.

No-one seems to know who funded Webster whilst he ‘researched’ and wrote his book. He made many visits to north Wales and stayed there for substantial lengths of time. Furthermore Webster enjoyed a very cosy relationship with certain people in the North Wales Police.

Some two weeks after the publication of the Waterhouse Report in 2000, Richard Webster wrote an article for the ‘New Statesman’ entitled ‘Can A Whistleblower Be Wrong?’. This was an attack on Alison Taylor where she was accused again of making it all up and getting the kids to make it all up as well. In order to write the article, Webster had gained possession of confidential police documents, including witness statements. He had interviewed Peter Ackerley at length on at least one occasion, although this was denied by Diane Kaiser, the solicitor for the North Wales Police – documentation subsequently demonstrated that Webster had interviewed Ackerley. Webster also used the statements that Gwynne Owen – another person who trashed Alison – made to the CPS for the NS article.

The ‘New Statesman’ had a shock when in 2001 Alison sued them for defamation. I think that Alison represented herself. The NS admitted in court that they published Webster’s article on the assumption that Alison could not afford to sue them. The publisher of the NS at the time of the article was Peter Wilby and it was owned by Geoffrey Robinson. The NS instructed Bindman and Partners to act for them and Adam Speker QC was Counsel. Bindman and Partners had represented Peter Howarth at the Waterhouse Inquiry. Howarth was one of the prime organisers of the paedophile ring in north Wales and was jailed for numerous sex offences against the boys in Bryn Estyn.

In 2002 the NS and Webster fell out. The NS severed his representation on the grounds of the irreconcilable differences between them and Webster because of his refusal to settle the case. The NS subsequently settled with Alison in Dec 2002 and she withdrew her case against Webster. Webster protested about the publication of a settlement notice – he was represented (it was suspected pro bono) by Adrienne Page QC. Page is the cohabitee of Adam Speker and a colleague of Cherie Booth. Justice David Eady presided over the hearing, despite Eady having had previous dealings with Webster.

Page and Speker continued their links with Webster and they provided legal advice for ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. The book was launched at a party in the Commons organised by Claire Curtis-Thomas, the then Labour MP for Crosby. Curtis-Thomas is associated with Dr Death’s mate Shirley Williams and she also has close links to the Westminster Paedophile Ring hot spots of south Wales and Cheshire. Webster published the book himself – and later self-published a paperback version.

Webster died in 2011 but his website – which is yet another vehicle for trashing Alison Taylor – is still online and is obviously being maintained by someone.

Someone must have been behind Webster. He seems to have had only one principle aim – to discredit Alison Taylor in any way that he could. His was an expensive project and somebody footed the bill.

Geoffrey Robinson, the owner of the ‘New Statesman’ when it launched Webster’s attack on Alison, has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976. Robinson was Blair’s Paymaster General, 1997-98 – he resigned after lending all that dosh to Mandy…Robinson’s personal fortune is estimated at approx £30 million. Robinson owns a number of homes even grander than the one that Mandy purchased with the dosh that was lent to him by Robinson, including one in Tuscany at which the Blairs took one of their famous holidays courtesy of their very rich friends.

 

To return to Ron Davies.

Rhodri Morgan explains that Neil Wooding passed the warning about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate to Val Feld, ‘a big cheese in the Swansea Labour movement’ and a close friend of Julie, Rhodri’s wife. So Val Feld told Julie.

Val Feld was a woman from a privileged family in Caernarfon who knew all about the abuse of vulnerable people in Wales and I bet that she knew about Ron before Neil Wooding said anything to her. Val founded Shelter Cymru and was the Director of the EOC (Equal Opportunities Commission) for Wales, 1989-99. She was the AM for Swansea East, 1999-01. Val was a mate of paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt and just a few weeks ago Hutt had a plaque placed on the wall of the Senedd in tribute to Val who kept quiet about so much. For details of what Val ignored, see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’.

 

Neil Wooding, the man who sent up the flare regarding Ron Davies, is Director of Strategic Planning Performance and Capability at the Office for National Statistics. Neil is an old lag from the Welsh Gov’t. He was Director, Pubic Service Management Wales, 

Not only did Rhodri claim not to know what cottaging was, but Rhodri also experienced confusion over Castle Gate, the site of Ron’s cottaging. Rhodri explains in his book that he presumed that ‘Castle Gate’ was the name of some dive of a pub where Ron had been entertaining himself. Then someone told Rhodri that Ron had been cottaging at Castle Gate in Cardiff – the entrance to Cardiff Castle. Which was approx 100 yards from Rhodri’s constituency office in Transport House.

Rhodri was nearly as close to Ron’s preferred cottaging territory as the Bangor Police were to Garth Road public toilets.

Rhodri wonders in his book whether Blair ‘knew about’ Ron. It is highly probable that he did because Blair specialised in promoting paedophiles’ friends to high office, particularly the Lords. However Rhodri does confirm that ‘MI5 didn’t know’ because of Ron’s ‘astonishing ability to cover his tracks’.

Cottaging at the entrance to Cardiff Castle hardly demonstrates an astonishing ability to cover one’s tracks. Rather it demonstrates complete confidence that everyone knows what you are doing and that no-one is going to blow the gaffe. Of course MI5 knew, they were probably the strangers who were meeting Ron at the Castle Gate for sex. Why does Ron think that the encounter with Boogie ended in disaster just as Blair was about to ensure that Ron became Wales’s FM?

Rhodri notes that Ron was good mates with Nick Brown. Nick Brown has been the Labour MP for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne East since 1983. Nick’s CV ticks numerous boxes which suggests that he has known about the paedophiles and their friends for decades (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

Shortly after Ron Davies had his moment of madness with Boogie, Nick – who was the Minister of Agriculture at the time – became embroiled in some sort of scandal involving a rent boy. Blair’s autobiography ‘A Journey’ admits that Alastair Campbell successfully re-packaged the incident as a good-news story about Brown coming out as gay because Blair was crapping himself at the idea of the Gov’t being hit by two sex scandals in such close succession.

According to journalist Tom Bower, Nick Brown ‘was accused of paying £100 to rent boys to be kicked around a room, and admitted his sexuality’.

‘Private Eye’ recently reported that Nick Brown is suing Bower over a particular sentence in Bower’s book ‘Broken Vows’ -not even a sentence that I would have thought was particularly incriminating. Brown’s barrister is Adrienne Paige QC! Paige was one of the junior barristers who worked with the crooked barrister George Carman on libel cases (No Ordinary Methods’). Carman knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang and its link to the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Blair was a junior barrister in Carman’s team and Carman was also the head of Cherie’s chambers.

 

Although Ron was a Master of Disguise with a Cunning Plan who excelled in covering his tracks by having casual sex with male strangers in central Cardiff at one of the city’s most popular tourist attractions, Ron was gregarious and socialised with many people who of course all had no idea at all of his ‘other life’. The other life that was a constant source of gossip.

Rhodri was such a good mate of Ron that Rhodri was the campaign manager behind Ron’s efforts to become what Rhodri called ‘Top Taff’ in the Shadow Cabinet. Ron became Top Taff in 21 Oct 1993 when John Smith appointed him Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron remained as Top Taff after John Smith’s death, throughout Margaret Beckett’s position as Acting Leader of the Labour Party and continued in the role once Blair ascended the throne.

Whilst Rhodri was busy negotiating Ron’s future as Top Taff, I was subjected to constant attempts by the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales to construct me as a dangerous offender and imprison me. Attempts which continued with increased vigour after Ron had become Top Taff because by then people just would not stop alleging that a paedophile ring was in operation in north Wales which was being concealed at the highest levels of society because of its links to Westminster and Whitehall and its connections to paedophile rings in other parts of the UK.

Ron’s Chief Political Advisor and spin doctor was Rhodri’s next door neighbour, Huw. Huw was married to Julia, who had been Rhodri’s secretary since shortly after he was first elected to the Commons in 1987. After Ron resigned as Secretary of State in Oct 1998, he hid from the media by staying at Huw and Julia’s place. Nick Horton, the chief political reporter of the ‘Western Mail’, turned up at Rhodri’s house in search of Ron because he’d been told that Ron was there. Rhodri was so relieved that Horton never guessed that Ron was next door – no-one knew that Ron was in there because Huw and Julia drew the curtains for the whole weeks whilst Ron laid low. House of Ron’s adviser and spin doctor goes into lock-down for a week with all curtains drawn whilst Ron is rumoured to be kipping at Rhodri’s next door? Of course no-one guessed – the fact that no-one published Ron’s whereabouts was completely unrelated to everyone having egg on their faces after keeping schtum about Ron for years.

Something went a bit sour after Ron’s resignation though. Rhodri makes reference to strained relationships and Julia resigning as Rhodri’s secretary…

 

In previous happier times, at Welsh night during the 1996 Labour Party Conference, the Welsh Affairs team all dined together – Rhodri, Ron and Win Griffiths.

Win Griffiths is a former teacher who was Labour MEP for South Wales,  1979-89 and Labour MP for Bridgend 1987-05. Griffiths was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1997-98 reshuffle. After leaving Gov’t Griffiths Chaired the Welsh Grand Committee. He retired from Parliament in 2005.

After retiring Griffiths was Chair of Bro Morgannwg NHS Trust for eight years, a Trust which was in the usual troubled dysfunctional state for an NHS body. In 2012 Lesley Griffiths praised Win for his ‘dedication’ to Bro Morgannwg. Not sure that is much of an endorsement Win. Lesley also named Win’s successor as Chairman – it was Andrew Davies, the former AM for Swansea West and bedfellow of Meri Huws, who previously faced allegations that his Ugandan discussions with Meri had been responsible for Meri landing the job as Chair of the Welsh Language Board (see post ‘People With Energy’).

As for Win, he then moved on to become Chair of WCVA – so he’s the one who is overseeing the waste of public funds and the activities of the paedophiles’ friends that is the Third sector in Wales.

 

Pre-devolution, Ron was big pals – and dined regularly – with Dafydd Wigley and Richard Livsey, as a group of ‘pro-devolution leaders’. Rhodri comments that Ron provided ‘really good leadership’ to this group.

Richard Livsey was the Lib Dem MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 1985-92 and 1997-01 and was Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems, 1997-01. Livsey was an agriculturalist who after his death was described by everyone as a ‘gentleman’. His time in the Liberal Party stretched back to 1960 and he tried for a seat in the Commons in 1970 and in 1979. Livsey will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith.

Livsey was close friends with Geraint Howells – Howells was his mentor. Geraint Howells was one of those who signed the Early Day Motion in 1992 demanding an investigation into the case of Mary Wynch. Like everybody else who signed that EDM – except for David Bellotti – Howells then never mentioned Mary again and received a peerage. The only one of those who’s name was on the EDM who did not bag a peerage was David Bellotti who tabled the EDM. David Bellotti lost his seat soon after tabling the EDM and was never returned to Parliament. Geraint lost his seat too, unexpectedly, as a result of a very dirty deal on the part of Plaid and the Green Party, but he escaped to the Upper House (see post ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’).

When Livsey stood down as Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems in 2001 – after the Waterhouse Report had been published and difficult questions had been, temporarily at least, silenced, Livsey was given a peerage.

 

Ron Davies also had an ‘excellent working relationship’ with Rachel Lomax, the Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office, 1996-99. Rachel Lomax oversaw the setting up of the Welsh Assembly. She arrived in the Welsh Office just in time for the establishment of the Waterhouse Inquiry as well.

William Hague – the Secretary of State for Wales at the time – must have really wanted Rachel because she was an economist who was recalled to the Welsh Office from the World Bank, where she was a Vice-President and Chief of Staff to President of the World Bank.

Lomax went to Cheltenham Ladies College, then Girton College, Cambridge and then to the LSE. After she left the LSE in 1968 she joined the Treasury. She was Principal Private Secretary to Nigel Lawson, 1985-86, whilst Lawson was Chancellor, then a Deputy Secretary at the Treasury, then Deputy Chief Economic Advisor, 1990-94. In 1994-95 Lomax was head of the Economic and Domestic Secretariat at the Cabinet Office.

Rachel has certain been where the action is. Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1979-81, so she’ll have known him and like everyone else who worked with him will have heard about him molesting children in care in north Wales, Cheshire and London. It was while Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury that Dafydd unlawfully had Mary Wynch arrested, imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then unlawfully imprisoned for a year in Denbigh. Rachel Lomax touched Mary Wynch’s life again in 1994. In 1994 it was the Treasury solicitor who finally ruined Mary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Mary was far too old for Peter Morrison to have been interested in her and she was female anyway, but as well as knowing that at least one person had almost certainly been murdered whilst in the care of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes and that a group of local lawyers were collaborating together to fleece their clients, Mary also witnessed the preparation of young patients in the North Wales Hospital for their futures in the sex industry. Dafydd had given instructions that the patients on the young people’s ward should be encouraged to have sex with each other and the Angels would gather around to watch the show.

By the time that Rachel Lomax had arrived at the Welsh Office to organise the cover-up, Peter Morrison was safely dead and buried.

 

Rhodri’s book explains a rather dodgy deal that Rachel facilitated for Ron in 1998. The HQ of the interim Assembly was located at Crickhowell House in Cardiff. The rent on Crickhowell House was kept low provided that the future Assembly committed to a new HQ on the adjoining site. The landlord of the whole area was the ABP (Associated British Ports) property subsidiary Grosvenor Waterside. The ABP could then recover their loss on the low rent through the enhanced capital values on the land surrounding the new Assembly building. Rhodri thought that it was most unsavoury that such a corrupt deal underpinned the building housing the Assembly from the very beginning. For details of the other massive scams involving ABP and the development of Cardiff Bay, see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’).

Honest Rhodri never wanted the Assembly to be located in Cardiff Bay anyway – he wanted it to be in Cardiff City Hall, next to Cathays Park where the civil servants worked. The corrupt civil servants, who had spent decades concealing the criminality involving Dafydd and the paedophiles. Numerous documents among those detailing the criminality and cover-ups in my possession have the Cathays Park Welsh Office address on them, including some of those that I am fairly sure are forged (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). I will be blogging more about those documents soon.

Rhodri himself had an office in Cathays Park as well and it was the traditional home of the Secretary of State for Wales. Rhodri explains that it was really great working in Cathays Park because everybody was there and you could just pop along to see whoever you needed to. That’s right Rhodri, the office of the corrupt Medical Ombudsman was there, as was the office of the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, then in later years the corrupt Public Services Ombudsman and of course the corrupt Social Services Inspectorate was there as well. Just to tie everything up nicely, the office of the corrupt Mental Health Tribunal was also situated in Cathays Park. Everything conveniently located on one site!

 

Not only did the corrupt Secretaries of State have an office in Cathays Park, but they even had an apartment there, so they could live on campus among the crooks. The apartment was originally created from a few offices for the use of Nicholas Edwards and his wife Ankaret. Old Nick and his wife made good use of the flat between 1979-87, as did Peter Walker (1987-90) and David Hunt (1990-93) and (1995). However John Redwood (1993-95) didn’t use the flat, he insisted on returning to his place in Wokingham to sleep.

No wonder there was havoc in Wales whilst Redwood was Secretary of State and everyone was desperate to see the back of him – him not living above the shop must have profoundly disrupted the smooth operation of the corrupt machine. On the other hand I’m sure that David Hunt, the man who assisted with so much of the most serious wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends during his long and glorious career (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friend Of Cardiff North’) found that flat very useful for the days between 26 June 1995-5 July 1995, when Hunt returned to his old job as Secretary of State for Wales in what must have been for the shortest length of time that anyone has ever occupied a senior Gov’t position. It was during those heady risk-laden days when the knotty problem of the ‘retirement’ of Dafydd – a retirement which never was – and the ‘closure’ of the North Wales Hospital took place. Not that the North Wales Hospital did close, although everyone was told that it did. Part of it stayed open in secret.

Get digging out there at Denbigh, I know that old Hunt will have pushed the boat out in the summer of 1995 and probably got hardly any sleep at all what with all those civil servants running in and out of his flat screaming ‘but how are we going to explain the human remains if we close the bloody place down and someone turns it into luxury apartments???’, but Hunt deserves to be exposed before he joins the rest of the paedophiles’ friends who are dropping dead on an almost daily basis…

 

Rachel Lomax was one of those who scarpered after Ron’s downfall at the hands of Boogie – she resigned from her post as the Welsh Office and in Dec 1998 took up the role of Permanent Secretary at the DHSS. Rhodri observed that just before Ron hit disaster Rachel Lomax had purchased a new house for herself in the Vale of Glamorgan and such was Lomax’s loyalty to her home nation that she kept her home in the Vale of Glamorgan.

Lomax left the DHSS/DWP in 2002 and then served as Permanent Secretary at the  Dept of Transport, having moved there with her Secretary of State Alistair Darling when Blair reshuffled his Cabinet following the resignation of the Secretary of State for Transport Stephen Byers, he who subsequently described himself as a ‘cab for hire’ in a lobbying scandal and was banned from Parliament for two years (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

From 2003-08 Lomax was a Deputy Governor at the Bank of England, serving on its Monetary Policy Committee. She left just before the collapse of Lehman Brothers in 2008 to ‘pursue other interests’. In Dec 2008, Lomax became an independent non-executive Director of HSBC Holdings, where she was also a member of the audit and risk committees. In Dec 2010 Lomax joined BAA (now Heathrow Airport Holdings) as a non-executive Director. Rachel is also a non-executive director of Serco and a trustee of Imperial College London (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ for the details of the research fraud and misconduct on the part of those who have worked or are still working at Imperial) and has served as President of the Institute of Fiscal Studies.

 

There is another person who could tell us all a great deal about Ron and a lot of other people as well but he seems to have kept a very discreet silence – a man called Les who is a former Cardiff taxi driver. After ferrying the general public around Cardiff, Les worked as the official driver for that very good friend of the paedophiles of north Wales Lord Wyn Roberts, then as the official driver for Ron and then as the official driver for Rhodri. Les could give us the best anecdote ever in terms of who he had in the back of the cab…

Lest anyone think that I have a problem with Ron and others mentioned on this blog because they are gay and I am conflating gay men with child abusers, I don’t and I’m not. The problem that I have tried to highlight on this blog is that a number of the people discussed have used prostitutes – male and female – who were coerced into that business whilst they were kids in care and to coerce them into sex work those kids were subjected to very great cruelty at the hands of serious criminals. If sex workers are consenting adults who have not been coerced into that work I don’t consider what they are doing or who their customers are to be anyone else’s business. Despite some of the scare stories, the best research into sex work has shown that there is a contingent of prostitutes who are adults with agency, fully in control and who conduct business discreetly and safely. Many of them have actually worked as nurses and furthermore prostitution among nurses is a good deal more common than anyone likes to admit. Sadly there are also people who have been forced into prostitution – ironically by the sort of nurses who worked for Dafydd – and who most definitely need protecting and rescuing.

The people discussed on this blog do not have track records of being honest and transparent and they all try to portray themselves as having only ever conducted relationships with consenting adults, even when that most definitely is not true. Ron may have become notorious for cottaging at the Castle Gate or for picking up Boogie on Clapham Common, but before he became an MP Ron was an advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst everybody in Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority ignored serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen sexually abusing his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

In north Wales there was a Mafia code of silence regarding the activities of the paedophile gang – partly because some people were terrified of them but partly because everybody was covering the arses of their friends and relatives and that technique was also used to secure themselves jobs, promotions and, in later life, pensions.

Consider just this alone. Ron worked as a tutor-organiser for the WEA, taking over from Neil Kinnock in 1970 when the Windbag was elected to Parliament. Rhodri Morgan also worked for the WEA in south Wales, 1963-65. When they were young, Rhodri and the Windbag shared a house. Rhodri and the Windbag spent many enjoyable years campaigning together. Wayne David, who succeeded Ron as Labour MP for Caerphilly, also worked for the WEA in south Wales, starting in that role in 1985. Like Ron, Wayne was a teacher who trained at Cardiff University. I could continue…

Were any of this lot, a bunch of not very bright people who scraped their way into universities – usually in south Wales – and somewhere along the way developed a massive sense of entitlement and fancied themselves as Cabinet Ministers or even PMs, ever going to grass each other up? They saw the way that many other people in Wales lived and that was certainly not for them. No matter how many of them banged on about the forefathers going down the pit, most of them had never got their hands dirty themselves. Glenys Kinnock has never been near a pit in her life, she lives a millionaire’s life between London and Europe and her daughter-in-law is PM of Denmark. Pretty good for a school teacher from Holyhead whose home town suffers from severe disadvantage and was host to a paedophile gang. Never mind the Castle Gate, Ron Davies could probably have gone cottaging in the middle of John Lewis’s in Cardiff on a Saturday afternoon and no-one would have said a word.

Alun Davies, the corrupt NHS manager in north Wales who constantly tried to have me imprisoned, didn’t come from north Wales. Davies was from the Rhondda…

Ron’s wife – now ex-wife – Christina Rees, the Labour MP for Neath, is a barrister. Her wiki entry is incredibly brief and talks about her school days and love of sport.

‘We didn’t know.’

After Ron fell from grace on Clapham Common a few people from south Wales who didn’t have ambitions to become PM but who didn’t dare identify themselves in the press, admitted that they did know, that indeed ‘everyone knew’ about Ron and furthermore that he was a vindictive aggressive bastard whom a lot of people didn’t dare cross.

Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after Boogie, but he didn’t resign as an MP. In fact Ron put up quite a fight. His first strategy was to make a speech in the House about the violence that he had suffered at the hands of his father as a child. Which is sad but Ron is by no means alone in having had that happen to him. This was followed by Ron coming out as bisexual. Then Ron claimed to have some interesting psychiatric problem which involved him seeking out ‘risky situations’ – for which he was of course ‘receiving help’.

If Ron was paying good money to attend Dafydd’s sex therapy clinic it wasn’t very effective because in 2003 Ron was caught in another risky situation in a well known cruising and dogging spot. Ron’s story was that he was looking for badgers.

At no point did Ron simply say ‘I’m gay, now sod off because it’s no-one else’s business but mine’.

It was after he was photographed looking for badgers that Ron stepped down as MP for Caerphilly. However, Rhodri’s book explains that Ron did not go quietly.

It was the Chairman of the Party, Brian Curtis, who was left to ensure that the Labour Party divested itself of Ron by persuading Ron to pull out of the candidacy for Caerphilly before the 2003 General Election election. Ron had recently bought an expensive house on a mortgage and he refused to stand down unless his PPI to cover his mortgage payments could be activated. Rhodri states that  Jessica Morden, the General Secretary of the Labour Party, was ‘unhappy’ about providing the letter of cover to Ron’s bank – Ron needed a letter saying that he’d been forced to resign his candidacy to prevent accusations from the bank that he’d voluntarily left his job. Ron only stood down once he knew that the insurance on his mortgage was secured.

Rhodri tells us that ‘Jessica did what she had to do because it was absolutely necessary in the reputational interest of the Labour Party’.

Rhodri believing that this was sufficient to save the reputation of the Labour Party reminds me of a document that the former Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust Elfed Roberts wrote when he got wind of Edwina Hart’s plan to abolish the Trust. Elfed memorably wrote that ‘the Trust must be seen to be beyond reproach at this crucial time’. How did Elfed and his colleague Martin Jones the CEO of the Trust ensure that the Trust was seen to be ‘beyond reproach’ at that crucial time? Well in the face of the rising toll of patient and staff suicides, Elfed and Martin refused to investigate any patient complaints, sent an extract from my medical records to a senior member of staff in Bangor University, rang various other colleagues of mine and told them that I was dangerous, intimidated a number of people who had witnessed what was happening to me and who had made statements about it and then had me arrested on the grounds that I had pink hair and had laughed at Elfed’s car and called it a penismobile.

Elfed and Martin seemed unaware that they had become famous as a result of their attempts to be seen to be beyond reproach at a crucial time. No wonder that Edwina carried out her plan to abolish them. Then Edwina stood for the leadership of the Labour Party in Wales and during the leadership debates the topic of anti-social behaviour was discussed. A lady in the audience asked how the candidates were going to tackle anti-social behaviour among young people. Edwina responded by saying that it wasn’t only young people who were capable of anti-social behaviour. I and the person whom I was watching this with were howling with laughter because we suspected that Edwina might have well have been thinking of two particularly unhinged NHS senior managers in north west Wales…

 

What Rhodri doesn’t explain is what Ron Davies was doing buying an expensive house on a mortgage when he knew that everyone was trying to get rid of him – and why did Ron bother to buy PPI, everyone knew by then that the buggers never pay up. Was Ron expecting perhaps to not only be in need of PPI but confident that he would be able to get them to cough up?

What happened to Jessica, who just did what she had to do? (Dafydd used to say that on the rare occasions that he was actually put on the spot and asked why he had broken the law. ‘I just did what I had to do’ would always be accompanied with Dafydd’s claim that ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation’. Yes, with a load of abducted victims of a paedophile ring imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital…)

Jessica Morden was well rewarded for doing what she had to do to save the reputation of the Labour Party ie. ensure that Ron bagged an expensive house in return for not standing again as the Labour MP for Caerphilly. Jessica was accepted as the Labour candidate for Newport East and became the MP for that constituency in 2005. Jessica was selected by the use of an all woman shortlist. No-one could accuse Blair of parachuting Jessica into south Wales though. Not only had Jessica been the General Secretary of Welsh Labour, but in 1991 she worked for Huw Edwards, Labour MP for Monmouth and she then worked for Llew Smith, Labour MP for Blaenau Gwent, 1992-95.

So Jessica had been around quite long enough to not know about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate.

Llew Smith was also elected as the MEP for South Wales East in 1984. He stood down in 1994 – and made way for one Glenys Kinnock!

Huw Edwards succeeded the Monmouth seat from the Tory MP Sir John Stradling Thomas after Sir John was found dead in his Dolphin Square flat. Readers who follow the comments section of my blog will remember how often Richard Card has commented on the death of Sir John. Sir John had been expressing concern about the allegations of Westminster figures being involved in child abuse and was believed to be about to speak publicly and possibly name some of those alleged to be involved. He was found dead hours before he was due to speak.

Children trafficked for sex from the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor were taken to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). One of the community social workers employed on the Maesgeirchan estate on which Ty’r Felin was located was Meri Huws – Meri is alleged to be a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘People With Energy’).

Jessica got her chance at Newport East after Alan Howarth, the sitting MP, was elevated to the Lords by Blair. Howarth became famous when he crossed the floor. He was the Tory MP for Stratford-upon-Avon, after being elected in 1983. In 1995 he defected to Labour, was selected for Newport East and subsequently became a Minister in Blair’s Gov’t. Howarth was dropped from the Gov’t in 2001, after the Waterhouse Report had been published and the claims that it was a massive cover-up had been silenced, at least temporarily.

Howarth was an unlikely defector to New Labour. He had been a hard right Tory, a founder member of the Thatcherite No Turning Back group. Early in his career, Howarth had worked in the Conservative Party Chairman’s office under Willie Whitelaw – who spent many years in many capacities concealing the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales. Then Howarth became Director of the Conservative Research Department and Party Vice-Chairman. Matthew Parris used to work in the Conservative Research Department and claimed that there was a senior member of staff there who used to go cruising for young men on London buses. Parris also maintained that every summer, a group of male staff from that Dept would take a holiday at a place in Italy known as the ‘Villa of Shame’ where they were supplied with ‘boys who were always willing’.

What possible use could Blair have made of Howarth in 1995 when Howarth defected – whilst demands for a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had been followed by Nicola Davies QC reviewing the paperwork to see whether a public inquiry should be held? Nicola found that the paperwork of the North Wales Police relating to the abuse of children was missing from 1989 onwards. There’s a surprise.

Howarth crossed the floor on 8 Oct 1995. Peter Morrison had been conveniently found dead three months before and now Nicola Davies QC and Secretary of State for Wales William Hague just had to work out how to rig the Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal that people were demanding.

On the eve of the 1997 General Election the Labour MP for Ogmore, 1979-01, Sir Ray Powell told an interesting tale about two of his Blairite colleagues. He alleged that Mandelson and Ron Davies offered him a peerage if he gave up his seat in the Commons for Alan Howarth, the Conservative who had crossed the floor to join the Labour Party (see post ‘News From Sicily’)…

 

The political career of Ron Davies didn’t finish once he’d secured his upmarket house.  In 2004 he resigned from the Labour Party claiming that they were all a bit incompetent in the Welsh Labour Party. Ron then joined the new Forward Wales Party and stood for election as an MEP. In 2007 he stood for election to the Assembly – as an Independent – for Caerphilly. In 2008 Ron was back on Caerphilly County Borough Council – where he had begun his career decades previously. He held the Economic Development and Urban Regeneration portfolio, originally as an Independent but later actively supported the ruling Plaid group on the Council. In recent years there has been an ongoing scandal at Caerphilly County Borough Council involving financial mismanagement on a huge scale. There has been a criminal investigation which found serious wrongdoing but it was decided to proceed no further with the investigation because of the cost of the investigation. So it rather looks as though some of Ron’s colleagues have made off with hundreds of thousands of pounds of public money and they will not be held to account.

Ron joined Plaid in 2010 and has since stood as a Plaid candidate in three elections.

 

Rhodri explained in his memoir that he was sympathetic to politicians who stood accused of involvement in sex scandals as a result of his own experience. At one time a ‘Top Welsh Tory’ put it around that Rhodri had been cautioned for picking up prostitutes in the Cardiff docks area. A full apology to Rhodri was issued and a donation to charity was made after Rhodri approached the Tory Party Chairman at the time for help. That Chairman was Dr Brian Mawhinney, now Lord Mawhinney.

Mawhinney was a Tory MP, 1979-05 and concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles whilst he was Minister of State for Health, 1992-94. Mawhinney was PPS to Tom King, 1984-86, whilst King was Secretary of State for NI and then held Ministerial positions in the N Ireland Office between 1986-92. So Mawhinney knows all about Kincora.

Mawhinney’s brother Richard is a lawyer who is married to Patricia Scotland QC. Patsy’s big break was representing the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry – she was given a peerage during the Inquiry. Patsy never looked back, she has gone from high office to high office, despite being embroiled in scandal and dogged by allegations of improper conduct wherever she goes. When Patsy was given the brief for the Waterhouse Inquiry her brother-in-law Brian was a member of the Cabinet.

Details of Patsy’s network of paedophiles’ friends can be read in posts ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland QC Was On Board As Well!’, ‘More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends’ and ‘Even More About Baroness Patricia Scotland QC’.

Brian Mawhinney was Chair of the Tory Party, 1995-97. Which was just when everyone was dealing with the very tricky problem of Dafydd, the paedophile gang, the demands for a public inquiry and then the setting up of the rigged Waterhouse Inquiry. Mawhinney became Chairman of the Party on the last day of David Hunt’s tenure as Secretary of State for Wales. Peter Morrison was found dead eight days later.

I would imagine that the Tories were in such deep shit during Mawhinney’s time as Chairman of the Party that they would be very vulnerable indeed to approaches by angry Labour politicians who claimed to have been the subject of baseless rumours circulated by the Tory Party. Mawhinney might have been so worried that he could have even resorted to apologising to Labour MPs who perhaps really had been cautioned for kerb crawling around Cardiff docks.

Rhodri stood accused at some point between 5 July 1995 – 11 June 1997. Which was when the patients in north Wales were being left destitute and dead after their day centre had been closed down and when such strenuous efforts were being made to have me banged up in a secure unit.

 

As for other news recently. Professor Nick Hardwick, the Chairman of the Parole Board (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’), has stated that if details are released about Top Doctors who serve on the Parole Board, the Top Doctors would be at risk of coming under attack on social media. Did Nick perhaps have in mind recent blog posts of mine in which I mentioned that Professor Robert Bluglass and Drs Colin Berry and David Mawson all served on the Parole Board after Bluglass and Berry actively concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles and David Mawson just politely failed to mention it when faced with the evidence?

Southern Health have been fined £2 million after the HSE mounted a prosecution against them in the wake of the deaths of Connor Sparrowhawk and another patient. This is substantially the result of the efforts of Connor’s mum Dr Sara Ryan who has worked very hard since Connor’s death to expose massive failures at Southern as well as the deaths of hundreds of patients which were never investigated. Sara has been subjected to the usual that anyone complaining about serious failings in the NHS can expect – she was described as ‘toxic’ by the Top Doctor whose negligence and dishonesty resulted in Connor’s death, she received an anonymous insulting call from a member of staff at Southern, the son of a senior NHS manager sent out a tweet describing her as a ‘fucking pest’ and then she was insulted all over again when she gave evidence at a GMC fitness to practice hearing.

Sara feels a sense of satisfaction now. I am not underestimating what Sara has achieved, but no-one involved in Connor’s death – or indeed in the deaths of the hundreds of other patients who were slaughtered by Southern – have lost their jobs. They are all still practising. The £2 million fine will be paid by Southern from its vast budget of public money. It will be given to the British state’s coffers. It was the British state who allowed Southern to kill patients. I would not be surprised if as a result of being fined £2 million, Southern now put in a plea for some special source of extra money from the Gov’t on the grounds that they are short of cash. They’ll get it as well.

The statements made by Southern yesterday were cut n pasted from the usual NHS template. ‘We’ve failed’. ‘This will be a catalyst for change.’ Just like all the other deaths were going to be a catalyst for change. As indeed was the conviction of the mass murderer Harold Shipman. So that’s why no-one been struck off in the wake of the genocide at Southern.

There is only one thing that will be a catalyst for change in the NHS – people who have abused or killed their patients being escorted out of their offices in handcuffs and then put on trial.

 

 

Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Margaret’s constituency is Derby South!

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Iain West’s hobby was firearms and shooting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is that not pretty much what happened Geraint?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meri, just how thick are you???

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know!!!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

Last Man Standing

I have plagiarized the title of this post from Jack Straw’s autobiography which I am about to start reading. Because I haven’t read his book yet I don’t know why a privileged former Cabinet Minister has framed himself as the last man standing, but the subject of this blog post really is worthy of that title, as his chances of reaching mid-life yet alone pensionable age were so much lower than Straw’s. I decided to write this post to illustrate the ways in which mental health patients’ experiences are grossly caricatured by mental health staff, how abuses and horrors are intentionally air-brushed out of medical histories and how if anyone really wanted to uncover the institutional wrongdoing that was prevalent in north Wales during the latter decades of the twentieth century they could, quite easily.

The man starring in this post is F, a man who has spent most of his adult life living among the hippy community in Bethesda. F acquired diagnoses of, variously, ‘paranoid schizophrenia’, ‘drug induced psychosis’ and ‘chronic psychotic illness, resistant to medication’. F did suffer from a psychotic illness and at stages during his life had been in a very bad way indeed, but the way in which he had arrived at that state does not appear in any of his medical records. F is – unbelievably for those of us who know something of his adventures – still alive, although I understand is no longer under the ‘care’ of the mental health services, after a lifetime of their ‘help’. He told them to piss off some three years ago as he had decided that they play no useful role.

As did many of the Bethesda hippies, F came from a middle class background in England but actively made the decision to ‘drop out’ sometime in the seventies. He moved to Bethesda in either the late 70s or early 80s when his first wife took up a place at Bangor to do teacher training. By the time that F had moved to Bethesda he had already acquired a degree in Fine Art – at one point he was described as the most talented artist in north Wales, but unlike his contemporaries Ed Povey and Peter Prendergast, F was seriously hampered by illness. He could still do the artistic bit and churned out excellent work but tended to say and do bizarre and unacceptable things at exhibitions or when trying to negotiate sales, which unsurprisingly resulted in him not ever selling very much.

By the time that they arrived in Bethesda, F and his wife were enthusiastic dope blowers as well as keen consumers of magic mushrooms. They were completely uninterested in narcotics, had pretty much given up amphetamines but occasionally took hallucinogens. Although F’s wife qualified as a teacher she didn’t like teaching and she established a gardening and house renovating business. F spent most of his time painting although he did spend a few summers working as a gardener at Penrhyn Castle – he inherited money as a young man which enabled him to lead quite a leisurely lifestyle. Previous posts have discussed the police corruption that was rampant in north Wales. This has received UK-wide media coverage because of the part that it played in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, but students and hippies invariably experienced it in the form of the completely bent drug squad that operated in north Wales, in particular two notorious plain clothes drug squad officers who used to frequent the Bangor area and stitch up anyone whom had crossed their path. The effect of the actions of these two was to constantly harass and prosecute people for possessing small amounts of cannabis whilst allowing a thriving trade in hard drugs to develop in the area, to a large degree facilitated by Dafydd Alun Jones’s ‘peer support workers’ at CAIS who were frequently dealing to their ‘clients’.

F came to the attention of the corrupt drug squad because he was basically a hippy who was newly arrived in the area. In the early 80s they raided his house. During the raid, they planted cocaine in his wife’s handbag and seized the small amount of cannabis that was in the house. The drug squad then ordered F’s wife to make a statement against him, framing him for possessing much greater quantities of drugs than he actually had, in return for a plea bargain concerning the cocaine that they had planted on her. F and his wife had a volatile relationship and led a fairly chaotic existence – although they were both bright and well-educated – and thus F’s wife allowed herself to be threatened by the drug squad in this way. So F was arrested and taken off to the police station. He was not given access to a solicitor whilst he was there. At the police station – I think it was Bangor – he was ordered to strip naked. After he did so, a senior officer – F described him as an ‘inspector’ – walked into the room and in F’s words ‘ogled me’ and commented on his genitals. F responded by saying ‘Christ can’t I even undress in peace’ and ‘why do you want to look at another naked man’. The Inspector punched him in the face. F responded by saying ‘that took a real man with the whole police force behind you’ and stated to the constable who had witnessed this assault that he would complain about this. The Inspector walked out and F didn’t see him again. F  was charged with possession of drugs – far more than he had actually been in possession of – and after a long while, with no medical attention following the punch in the face, was released. He went back to Bethesda, distressed after what had happened at the police station.

He was alone at home, his wife had gone back to England to visit family, not knowing what had happened at the station. That night, F descended into a full blown psychosis. He had not consumed any drugs since leaving the station – his interpretation is that the arrest, framing and assault at the station had been so traumatising that it all precipitated the psychotic episode. (F had experienced his first psychotic episode in England a couple of years previously.) F’s account of that night is that he hallucinated giant spiders crawling out of the walls, a demon sitting in the corner of the room and then heard God’s voice telling him to ‘raze this house’. F set fire to the house – it was a terrace and fortunately the neighbours saw smoke and called the fire brigade. By this time F had left the house believing that it was possessed. He spent the night outside, seriously ill and he was only picked up when the police arrested him for arson and endangering life.

He was taken to the magistrates court – I think in Bangor – and was detained in the notorious Risley Remand Centre for ‘psychiatric assessment’. F’s account is that after two weeks or so in Risley, the psychotic episode had passed – not that he received any ‘medication’ whilst he was there. He graphically described to me how every night he heard the screams of the other prisoners as they were beaten up by the prison officers, how prison officers taunted all the prisoners with threats of ‘we’ll make sure you come back here and it will be even worse when you do’ and how when he asked an officer if he would change the light bulb in his cell because it kept flickering on and off and was stopping him from sleeping, the officer removed the light bulb leaving him in darkness saying ‘you’ll sleep alright now won’t you’. He was left in darkness for several days. But something else happened to F whilst he was in Risley. A detective from London came to visit him and tried to interview him. This detective got frustrated with F and gave up, threw him back in his cell saying ‘There’s no point talking to you, you’re mad’. F told me this story many times but he never managed to work out what it was that the detective from London wanted to know. F remembers the detective constantly saying ‘I want to talk to you about your brother’. F  had a brother who lived in Surrey whom he did not get on with and had little contact with. F’s brother ran the family business, he was not involved with drugs or hippydom and he was very condemning of F’s lifestyle. So it is unlikely that the detective would have been hoping to grill F about any potential criminal activities involving his brother.

I had always presumed that the detective would have been after info about the drugs trade in north Wales. But researching the details of the North Wales Child Abuse Ring and it’s network into Westminster has thrown up another possibility that F himself never mentioned. F had been violently assaulted after challenging an Inspector who had walked into his cell after F had been framed and ordered to take off his clothes. F was a young man when this happened, he was attractive as a young man and he was also very slightly built. We now know that police officers such as Gordon Anglesea – who was, guess what, an Inspector – were sexually abusing boys and young men after they had been arrested, detained and criminalised for trivial offences. Those young men described being violently assaulted if they resisted – and many of them ended up in Risley Remand Centre or in the mental health system. F had announced his intention to complain about the officer who hit him. The assault had been witnessed by a constable. F was not an illiterate teenager who had grown up in care, he was from a middle class affluent family and his wife’s father was a society dentist with mates in Harley Street. F’s wife’s brother was a journalist. I’m wondering if there might have been some very worried police officers after F ended up going psychotic – F had of course made the headlines of the local papers after setting fire to the house. I suspect that this might have been why F received a visit from a detective from London when he was in Risley. F’s father was dead and his mother had returned to South Africa to live (she grew up there and only moved to England after she married) – so F’s brother was his only blood relative. F’s next of kin was of course his wife – who had been framed by the police herself and forced to make a statement against him. I really don’t think that the North Wales Police would have wanted to answer any difficult questions about what had happened to F in the police station.

So what happened to F after this detective visited him in Risley? Whilst he was there, F’s psychotic episode quietened down. By this time he did have a solicitor, who visited him in Risley and told him that although everyone accepted that he was no longer psychotic, he was going to be transferred to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh ‘to keep the courts happy’. F was told that he would only be expected to stay at Denbigh for three weeks or so. The charges of ‘endangering life’ were dropped – interestingly enough, after F’s solicitor mentioned that he had been assaulted by an unidentified police officer. F was charged and convicted of arson. He was then transferred to the North Wales Hospital – to the care of one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones!

So F arrived at Denbigh, no longer psychotic. Once there he was told again that he would just be there for a month or so as a formality. He had an interview with Dafydd and like all interviews with Dafydd it was bizarre. F described Dafydd as ‘a bit of a twat’, but F is quite open and friendly even to twats, so cheerfully engaged in a conversation with Dafydd about his cannabis smoking habits. F’s account of his interview with Dafydd is worth hearing – he does a good impersonation of Dafydd and explains how he mentioned to Dafydd that he was walking in the mountains and ate some grass. To which Dafydd responded ‘do you mean mar-i-jew-a-na?’. F replied ‘no, grass’. Dafydd asked ‘why were you eating grass?’ F explained ‘because I was thirsty’. At which point Dafydd began furiously scribbling away. F later caught sight of his notes – Dafydd had described him as ‘a man with pleasant manners and casual attire’ who of course was suffering from ‘cannabis psychosis’. No mention of F and his wife being framed by the drug squad, no mention of F being punched in the face by a senior police officer who had inexplicably appeared as F was naked, no mention of conditions at Risley Remand Centre, no mention of the detective from London visiting F at Risley, no mention of F no longer being psychotic and only being admitted to Denbigh ‘to keep the courts happy’. No mention of any of it – but a diagnosis of cannabis psychosis!

So did F only stay at Denbigh for a month to keep the courts happy? No, of course not. F was in Denbigh for a year. When F was first admitted to Denbigh, F commented to the nurses on their quasi-military uniforms. He playfully flicked the epaulettes on the shirt of one nurse and asked him if he was a sergeant major. He was dragged off down a corridor and sedated. After about four weeks in Denbigh F was offered amphetamines by another patient. Yes, Dafydd’s proud establishment, his much boasted about ‘therapeutic community’ where people who’d grown up in care and hippies had to remain for months and months to keep them away from the perils of cannabis, was host to a healthy trade in drugs much more problematic than cannabis. At the time that F was offered the amphetamines, he was severely depressed so he accepted the offer. Whatever he was given was incredibly strong – and it precipitated another psychotic episode. So F was deemed to be suffering from such a serious form of cannabis psychosis that he was detained by Dafydd for a year.

Imprisoning F for a year lest anyone began to investigate those corrupt police officers wasn’t enough for Dafydd though. F only narrowly escaped ending up in Holyrood House, the appalling ‘care home’ in Llandudno run by Margaret Richards that was choc full of Dafydd’s patients. Holyrood House was the centre of a media expose in the 1980s and even got a mention on ‘That’s Life’. Patients were being beaten up by a heavy who was employed as a ‘security guard’ there and a former drug addict from Liverpool was responsible for the drugs cabinet. When Dafydd finally decided that the coast was clear and that it was safe to let F out, he told F that he would make a better recovery in lovely Llandudno. F told me that he ‘wanted to get back to dogs, Bethesda and mess, not live in bloody Llandudno’. Dafydd then refused to let F out ‘because you do not have an offer of accommodation’. Apart from Holyrood House that was. After a few weeks of Dafydd trying to force F into Holyrood House or be forever incarcerated in Denbigh, F sneaked out of the grounds, rang a hippy friend in Bethesda, explained what was happening and the hippy friend agreed to write to Dafydd offering F accommodation. And that is the only way that F actually got out of Denbigh.

F had many other adventures in Denbigh. I’m not going to detail them all here, I’m going to let those we know and love guess how much F told me. They’ll all know who F is and because F is chatty a lot of them actually know what happened to him before he set fire to his house because he used to talk about it quite openly. But those bastards don’t know what else he told me….

Whilst F was in Denbigh, he did try and engage the help of the charity ‘Release’, which had a reputation for being able to get people out of prison or police custody if they had been arrested on drugs charges. A man from ‘Release’ did go all the way up to Denbigh from England, but he was unable to get F out. I wonder what he thought was happening – he had travelled to the wilds of Wales and found a sane but eccentric man being held prisoner in a hell-hole…

I knew F well for the best part of ten years and I knew how he and his problems were conceptualised by the Hergest Unit throughout the 1990s. It was all a matter of drug induced psychosis – or occasionally there would be speculation that he was someone who would have been vulnerable to psychosis anyway, but his consumption of drugs triggered it. I heard him tell Hergest staff what had happened before the fire. I was even in his company when he met the policeman who had witnessed the Inspector punch him in the face and he reminded that policeman of what had happened that day – the policeman still worked locally. The policeman looked sheepish and had a sudden lapse of memory. More recently that particular policeman was stationed at Ysbyty Gwynedd.

North Wales is heaving with people who knew that these sorts of things were happening. They are all colluding in a sort of en masse delusion as many of them now move into their comfortable retirements on public service pensions. Every time the North Wales Child Abuse ring is mentioned – ooh, no, I never knew anything about that. Every time police corruption is mentioned – ooh but we never knew. As for Denbigh – ooh it wasn’t good, but no, we didn’t know patients were being abused….

F’s adventures at Risley and at the hands of Dafydd are some thirty years ago now. But F was stung more recently all over again by those we know and love. My post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’ details how F was denied access to his own baby because he dared report a child molester who was being protected by Jo Bott, the monstrous ‘safeguarding officer’. Bott had previously been a police officer. That post also describes the untimely death of yet someone else who had witnessed wrongdoing on the part of Gwynedd Social Service’s child protection team – this young man was killed just at the time that no-one could deny any longer that child abuse on an enormous scale had taken place in north Wales and talk of police cover-ups and possible public inquiries were in the media.

I mentioned at the beginning of this post how F has suffered from a psychotic illness throughout his life. This is true – he is bright and sociable, but he certainly had difficulties throughout the whole time that I knew him. But the thing that I noticed more and more during the 90s were that a lot of F’s difficulties were being caused by the mental health services. Not just in the obvious ways – they stood by whilst he was fleeced financially by an unscrupulous family after he finally split up from his first wife and they stood by whilst lies were perpetuated about him which led to him losing access to his own child – but the ‘medication regime’ that he was on had to be witnessed to be believed. This was someone who when he was young did take drugs – but he gave up illegal drugs after the house fire and the year in Denbigh. Instead he moved onto prescribed drugs – which were given to him in huge quantities by the mental health services. Obviously they didn’t have to work too hard to persuade him to take them, he was delighted to have some drugs to take – but they did bugger all to try to stop him. As far as I knew there were only two people – two of the rather better GPs that worked in the area – who warned him frankly about the dangers of excessive drugs and told him that they would in no way collude with him if he abused prescription drugs. The psychiatrists at the Hergest Unit – namely Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and Dr Bob Tresman – loaded him up with more and more drugs as the years went by. The drugs were never reviewed, although they were very obviously affecting F’s functioning – he used to sleep for about 18 hours a day because he was so heavily sedated – and whenever he expressed any anxiety or stress (which he did very regularly) the prescription pad would be wielded and another anti-psychotic or benzodiazepine would be added. But no drug was EVER removed as another one was added. Suggestions from other people that he might be massively over-medicated would be brushed aside with ‘but he’s got a psychotic illness’. Yet bizarrely his Hergest notes described him as ‘chronically psychotic, resistant to medication’. If his illness was resistant to medication why did they continue to dispense so much of it and continue adding to it?

As F hit his 40s, his teeth very obviously began to disintegrate. He maintained that there was nothing wrong with his teeth because he wasn’t experiencing toothache. In the end, he was persuaded by his friends to visit a dentist. By the time that he made that visit his teeth were so far gone that the dentist maintained that the only option was to remove the remains that were there. F was staggered and asked the dentist why he hadn’t been getting toothache. The dentist explained that he was on such high levels of benzodiazepines and anti-psychotics that his pain receptors weren’t responding. Even the dentist was shocked as to the drugs that were being prescribed. There was one person in F’s life who took prescription drugs along with him though – that was a social worker who lived in the village who had been a friend of his from his hippy days. She used to pop around for a coffee and down a few benzodiazepines with him, just as the rest of his friends were desperately trying to impress upon him that the shite being foisted upon him by the wielders of prescription pads in the Hergest was not really doing him any good. That social worker now works as a social work trainer for Conwy!

F is no longer living in Bethesda and I haven’t seen him for years, but one of my friends is in contact with him. He is now in his 60s and I am told that his psychotic symptoms have decreased drastically, that he still paints and that his moods are much more stable. A few years ago for a while, for the first time in his life, he was allocated a CPN whom I was told was head and shoulders above the others. This CPN actually managed to get a review of F’s medication to reduce the amount being prescribed. His psychotic symptoms gradually started to recede….

So that’s the story of F, who is indeed the last man standing from Denbigh. As far as I know, I and two other women are the last women standing. Like nearly all the former kids in care who witnessed the North Wales Paedophile Ring in action, everyone else from Denbigh (and pretty much the early days of the Hergest Unit as well) is dead. But before they died, they will have told scores of people what had happened to them. Which was almost certainly why no-one worked too hard to ensure that they stayed alive.

F spent more than thirty years being used by the mental health services in north Wales as a cautionary tale of the perils of Too Much Cannabis. He was actually the consequence of a corrupt drug squad, a perverted and violent police inspector, a corrupt magistrates court and Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the associated thoroughly rotten mental health and children’s services. Compared to the damage that lot did to F, the cannabis was neither here nor there.

Although the main trashing of F seems to have been precipitated by the fear of what would happen if anyone started investigating the circumstances in which he was arrested and what subsequently went on in the police station, a lot of people had a vested interest years later in ensuring that no-one would believe anything that F said and not just because of his knowledge of the misconduct on the part of the children’s services in Gwynedd. F had a sense of humour and although he was always dismissed by Hergest staff as being completely mad, he chatted to people, listened to their stories, remembered those stories and often knew some of the ‘professionals’ whose misconduct he was hearing about. He had heard nearly as many first hand accounts of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s inappropriate conduct with female patients and staff as I had heard; he noticed that everyone appointed as a ‘service user representative’ in Gwynedd and Anglesey was a total fuckwit who were simply doing what they were told by the managers of the mental health services and he confronted Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, about the naked corruption that was occurring between the managers and clinical director of Ysbyty Gwynedd, Dr Terry Maxwell; he personally knew people who had been threatened with violence by staff of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team; he knew scores of dispossessed people in the area whose lives had been ruined by those we know and love, including people who had been sexually molested by people paid to care for them; he knew about the corruption in MIND and had confronted the staff in the Bangor branch about it and was then banned from the ‘drop in centre’ by the Voice Of The Patients Helen Milne (who after ignoring the criminal abuse of patients at MIND was given the Rape Crisis Centre to play with would you believe) and sometimes, as a result of entertaining himself, F would uncover serious wrongdoing. One such occasion involved F’s efforts to secure a telephone for the Hergest whistleblower.

The Hergest whistleblower led a team of three or four and was the most valuable, helpful member of staff at the Hergest Unit. He was of course also the only person who kept blowing the whistle on the malpractice up there. F noticed that the Hergest whistleblower was treated very disrespectfully by Alun Davies and that although he was a team leader and had a bigger client load than anyone else, the Hergest whistleblower was the only member of staff who didn’t have a phone in his office. So F announced that he would get him a phone. He didn’t tell the whistleblower that he was going to do this, but he did tell me. F then rang BT and told them that he was John Mullen – who was either Chair or Chief Exec of the Trust at the time – and that he wanted to order an extra phone for an office in the Hergest Unit. And BT actually said ‘will this be on the special arrangement Mr Mullen?’ F was not asked to prove who he was, he was not asked anything about an invoice or an account, he was just asked if it was to be on the special arrangement. So F said ‘yes please’ and gave BT the number of the office in the Hergest Unit in which the whistleblower worked. There were literally no questions asked at all, BT cheerily stated that they would be installing the phone asap. F then rang the receptionist of the Hergest Unit, claiming to be BT and told her that a telephone would soon be arriving for the Hergest whistleblower’s office and when BT arrived please could she show them to the correct office. She was happy to oblige. I didn’t think that this plan would ever work, but it was really incredible because about a week later, there was a newly installed phone in the whistleblower’s office. F asked him about it and the whistleblower said ‘it’s all rather odd, I didn’t ask for a phone, Alun Davies told me that I wouldn’t be getting one, but it just arrived’.

So as Brown pointed out, there was obviously an irregular corrupt arrangement between that Trust and BT. Where had the bill for the installation of the phone been sent? Where was the bill for the use of the phone being sent? What on earth was the ‘special arrangement’? How the bloody hell could a patient make one phone call to BT’s marketing dept, claiming to be John Mullen and order a phone? Brown speculated that people in that Trust were installing home phones for themselves and charging them to the NHS and suggested that F could probably have ordered a car for the Hergest whistleblower as well and had that on a special arrangement.

Would John Mullen and Alun Davies care to enlighten us all regarding the ‘special arrangement’? This was happening during the John Major NHS efficiency years, circa 1995. About the time of the Jillings Report and all those assurances from the Welsh Office that there was nothing at all untoward happening in the public services in north Wales. Ooh and about the time that Dafydd was allowed to retire without all the very serious complaints about him being followed up and with the contract for providing ‘substance abuse services’ in his greedy clutches (see post ‘The Evolution Of a Drugs Baron?’).

F’s problems with the North Wales Police were a regular occurrence as well. At one point for a short while, he moved to Holyhead. His house was burgled and he called the police. An officer arrived who then threatened F. F told the officer that he would complain to a senior officer about this – so the police were forewarned. F arrived at the police station shortly afterwards and explained to the desk sergeant that he wished to make a complaint. The desk sergeant tried to obstruct him, so F asked to see the Inspector. The desk sergeant disappeared into the depths and F heard him swearing away at the Inspector waxing lyrical about what a pain F was. F heard the Inspector ask ‘but is he intelligent?’. The sergeant replied ‘yes’. F was entertained to find that the Inspector then appeared wearing a pair of half moons, presumably with the intention of impressing upon F that he was a scholarly intellectual man, rather than a corrupt old bastard whose officers threatened burglary victims. F’s complaint went uninvestigated. The half moons became a joke, because of course Dafydd and many of the other clapped out old fools with whom we all had to deal sported half moons. I have been told that in criminology, this sort of thing is known as a ‘signifier’ – conmen use such techniques, for example brass plaques outside the buildings of people masquerading as professionals when they are not. But in north Wales it was half moons.

Readers might think that although mental health professionals and others in north Wales were told hair-raising stories by F, this was a man who did suffer from a psychotic illness and perhaps those professionals genuinely didn’t believe the stories that F recounted. After all, Dafydd et al were writing down that F had ‘cannabis psychosis’, they certainly weren’t recording what had actually happened to him at their hands or anyone else’s, although he was telling everyone very clearly. It would be understandable to conclude that in the face of wrongdoing this dreadful, it could be difficult to believe a patient with serious mental health problems. But as I keep mentioning, there are some old lags in north Wales who’ve cluttered up the place for decades and they witnessed much of this, although every time there’s an investigation it’s a case of ‘I Know Nuzzing’. That is why I’ve started naming people on this blog.

Now there is one social worker in north Wales who has spent the last twenty years working in community work/probation work/alcohol and substance abuse services/social work training who most definitely knows the names of many of the sinners and knows about the sins that they committed – and many, many years ago he knew F. Step forward Wulf Livingstone, Senior Lecturer in Social Work at Glyndwr University.

Wulf Livingstone certainly knows me from my time working in the School of Social Sciences at Bangor University, but I doubt that he remembers the first time that he met me. It was in about 1993 and I was in a café in Bangor with F. Livingstone breezed through and F cheerily greeted him, only to be patronised by Wulf and spoken to like a loony. That was because Wulf was moving away from being a ‘service user’ himself into one who provides the services. After Wulf had gone, F explained that he knew Wulf from his drug taking days and that Wulf had ‘worked as a cook for that bastard Tindall and sued him’. Tindall was a notorious Bangor ‘businessman’ who owned and ran a number of absolutely dreadful ‘care homes’ for mental health patients – they were bad even by north Wales standards and were eventually forcibly shut down, amid rumours of Tindall being investigated by the police and being forced to surrender his passport. One of Tindall’s ‘homes’ seemed to almost solely house patients of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. The sorts of things that went on in Tindall’s ‘homes’ were gross – elderly patients thrown back onto beds if they fell out at night, homes for EMI patients had no incontinence pads or gloves available, all health and safety considerations were ignored, chipped and cracked crockery was standard practice, furniture was purchased from junk shops, patients were fed inadequate quantities of the cheapest food available, staff were employed who had been dismissed from everywhere else, it was truly dire. Because there was a shortage of jobs in north Wales, a lot of people took jobs with Tindall’s establishments and left again within a couple of weeks – there were numerous allegations of Tindall not paying people. Wulf’s name was being bandied around Bangor as someone who had been swindled by Tindall and who had challenged him in court. That was how I first heard of and met Wulf.

Years later, when I started in the School of Social Sciences, I was gobsmacked to find Wulf working there – he was introduced to me as a social work lecturer ‘with an interest in mental health’. He didn’t seem too overjoyed to see me – I very much doubt that he ever remembered meeting me that day in the café with F, so I wondered if he was part of the contingent that had begun squirming with embarrassment because I’d turned up at the University with decades of knowledge of how patients were actually being treated in the ‘services’ that these folk were associated with. By then, Brown and I had also started appearing in the laypress making very critical noises about the mental health services in north Wales. A couple of days later I saw Wulf again at lunchtime, so I thought that I’d try to be sociable and I went over to say hello. I told him that he probably wouldn’t remember me but years ago I remembered him making a name for himself by taking on Tindall in court. I told him that it was good to know that someone had challenged Tindall. But Wulf’s reaction was quite interesting – he very obviously didn’t want to talk about that and he just said ‘yeh, right, yeh, nasty man’. So I made a few comments about the vile abuse of patients that had been going on and that I was very glad to see Tindall put out of business. I then mentioned that another chain of care homes equally as abusive as Tindall’s had started up, Prestwood Homes and I wondered if Prestwood was actually anything to do with Tindall. Wulf then announced ‘yeh, yeh, I know all about Prestwwod too. Still, we don’t want to go back to Denbigh do we’ and got up and walked off. Which apart from being bizarre and rude was unfathomable, because the likes of Tindall and Prestwood were abusing patients being released from psychiatric hospitals in exactly the same way that Holyrood House abused patients released from Denbigh.

Over the next few months I began to suspect that I knew why Wulf might have a problem with me. I discovered that since that day in the café, he had actually worked for many of the utterly shite organisations jammed full of abusive or corrupt people – but unlike Brown and me he wasn’t going public about any of it. And he knew that I knew what was going on and that I had intentions of publishing. Furthermore Wulf liked to portray himself as a radical service users champion – so I don’t think he really would have wanted anyone to know what he was keeping quiet about. Wulf had of course worked for CAIS – Dafydd’s set up. Unlike the stooges employed by Hergest as ‘service user representatives’, Wulf is not gullible and naïve, he is a very competent social scientist and he knows abuse and malpractice when he sees it. And from what I know of his CV, he has seen much of it. He was involved with CAIS for years and he also worked for the probation service in north Wales – the probation service that employed some of the people who had been accused of child abuse, the probation service that was warehousing the scores of people who had been fitted up in the way that so many people like F and indeed myself were.

Wulf definitely knows all about another man as well, who like so many of us experienced the worst of the ‘services’. This man was a friend of F years ago and experienced alcohol and drug problems himself for many years. He tried AA and walked out because he found an associate of Dafydd Alun Jones there – a man who masqueraded as a Minister and used to appear wearing his dog collar on TV and calling himself ‘Rev’ along with Dafydd, discussing how people could be weaned off drugs and drink. This friend of F’s brought a lot of grief upon himself by exposing this fake Minister. This man has also done much to challenge another bunch of quacks in north Wales claiming to offer ‘services’ to people with substance abuse and alcohol problems, a group based on Anglesey called AGRO. I do not know one person who has benefitted from AGRO, everybody has described it as a con. There is no confidentiality at all, another friend who was ‘referred’ to AGRO by the Arfon Community Mental Health Team received e mails openly cc’d to dozens of other ‘service users’ with their names and e mail addresses visible to all. On one occasion this friend received an e mail from AGRO asking him to send money urgently because the organiser of AGRO had been robbed whilst on holiday in the Philippines and needed money to get back home – whether this was the organiser of AGRO trying a rather transparent scam or whether his e mail had been hacked I do not know, but AGRO is very obviously not an organisation which is going to assist people with drink or drug problems. AGRO is of course in receipt of funding from numerous sources. How do I know that Wulf knows all about F’s friend’s experiences with AA, Dafydd, the fake Minister and AGRO? Because a couple of years ago I bumped into him and he told me that he was having another go at detoxing – and that his mentor was a man called Wulf Livingstone.

So Wulf has been a ‘service user’ himself, he knows other ‘service users’ very well and he knows exactly how bad and abusive the ‘services’ are – the services that he now works for! Just before I left north Wales I was given the name of a CAIS worker who it was alleged was a major drug dealer in Gwynedd. I was told that she and Wulf were in discussion regarding plans to set up a business together offering probation ‘services’ – the probation service is undergoing a sort of privatisation process and from what I understand many probation officers are now forming businesses in order to contract out their services to the probation service. I also notice that the online blurb available about Wulf describes him as providing ‘social work supervision’ for several teams and that he is also involved with the British Association for Social Work Cymru. It also states that Wulf is part of the ‘growing north Wales recovery movement’. There is no ‘recovery movement’ in north Wales, it is another illusion like ‘service user involvement’, organised by the same abusive colluding people who have spent years colluding with all the other malpractice. Wulf will of course know all about the appalling practices of the likes of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. He has a particular interest in alcohol and substance abuse – so he will know that the Hergest Unit refuses to assist anyone at all with alcohol or substance abuse problems and that there has been a number of deaths of such patients hours after they have been turned away from the Hergest Unit.

So what’s keeping you so quiet about the rampant wrongdoing, misconduct and abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales then Wulf?

The Right Honourable David Jones MP

Someone has been urging me to blog about David Jones the Conservative MP for Clwyd West for a while now, but as he was never one of the politicians whom I contacted and his name is not on any of the documents in my possession, I have resisted. However, I have now succumbed, because again and again I come across people associated with David Jones whom I know to have been well aware of the activities of those we know and love.

David Jones is Welsh and a fluent Welsh speaker – he was born in London but his family are Welsh and Jones went to Ruabon Grammar School. Jones’s father is described as an Army Officer who then ran a number of pharmacies in the Wrexham area. So Jones’s father had connections to the world of healthcare in north east Wales then. Jones is in his early sixties, so when Jones was attending Ruabon Grammar and his father was running pharmacies, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Gwynne the lobotomist were doing their damage at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Jones’s family must have been aware of this – if people unconnected with healthcare out in the far reaches of north west Wales heard about the abuses at Denbigh, a pharmacist and his family living not that many miles from Denbigh will have heard. Jones’s father will also have been party to much inside information concerning the activities of local healthcare professionals, even if he chose not to socialise with them. Dafydd was a well-known figure in Wrexham, it’s where those boys in care were being abused and whilst I was in the North Wales Hospital I became friends with a young man from Wrexham, who had been in care and who had a drug problem – prime fodder for Dafydd. Like me, he had been detained unlawfully in there but he didn’t understand the enormity of the law breaking that Dafydd et al had participated in. This young man had been kicked about and abused throughout his life by people employed in the welfare state and the criminal justice system, he simply took it as the way of the world. Dafydd had written his mother unsolicited letters with no referral from any healthcare professional demanding that she bring her son to Dafydd’s ‘clinic’ and when she very wisely ignored these totally irregular letters, Dafydd simply had her son unlawfully arrested and detained. From what this young man told me, this was all in a day’s work for Dafydd. Dafydd routinely conducted himself in this manner and the dispossessed of Wrexham didn’t question it. Pere Jones will almost certainly have been aware of this sort of thing.

David Jones read law at UCL and then attended Chester College of Law. Many of the names previously featured on this blog who concealed the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles studied at Chester College of Law. Some of them are the same age as Jones, they will have been his peers and he will definitely have known a lot of the others. Previous posts have described the nest of corruption that was the Chester and Wales Circuit. The documents relating to my own case are littered with the names of lawyers and barristers who were based in Chester who were involved with the attempts to imprison me, which were based on perjury (see previous posts).

Jones worked as a solicitor rather than a barrister, but as a solicitor he shared offices with people who had close connections to those we know and love. He qualified in 1976 and worked alongside Ieuan Wyn Jones, a solicitor and Plaid politician, in a practice in Ruthin. For more info on Ieuan Wyn Jones, please see previous posts – Ieuan Wyn Jones undoubtedly knew much of what was going on, but like Paul Flynn MP, he had stood for election in Denbigh in 1974, so he certainly wasn’t going to utter a word about the abuses at the North Wales Hospital, let alone make any allegations of abused young people being banged up in there. Denbigh was a town entirely dependent upon the North Wales Hospital, just about every resident either worked there, had a relative who worked there or ran a business dependent upon the hospital and it’s staff in some way. The incarcerated didn’t have a vote, although there were many of them. Ruthin is just down the road from Denbigh, it’s highly likely that the practice in which Jones and Wyn Jones were working were even handling cases related to the North Wales Hospital, Clwyd Health Authority and Clwyd Social Services. Lawyers in north Wales have an excellent network, when I was repeatedly dragged through the Courts by those we know and love in the 80s and 90s, not only did I get to know some of the lawyers but I became very aware of the interest that they took in certain cases, of how they knew much about notorious local people and their colleagues – and they all knew that there were dreadful things going on out at Denbigh.

They knew Dafydd and did not like him – I was told that he had always been viewed with deep suspicion and distrust, but during the course of one of his divorces (he’s had a few), he gave medical evidence against his own wife in order to gain custody of the children which everyone knew he did not have the time or the inclination to look after. I was told that it was at this point that no-one in legal circles was prepared to trust him. I was told that everyone knew that his Court reports on patients could not be believed and that in the early 80s the magistrates had started to try to make decisions without reference to those reports. In 1987 I put a notice in ‘Private Eye’ about Dafydd. I was living in Leicester at that time but I received phone calls from people in north Wales telling me that everyone had seen it and were laughing. One of those calls was from a lawyer who asked me if I’d placed the notice – he said that he’d been in Court that morning, Dafydd had been in there giving evidence and another solicitor had said to the man who phoned me that ‘there’s even something about him in ‘Private Eye’ this week’. Dafydd also kept bringing court cases against people himself. I was told that the Courts were so fed up of Dafydd using the Courts to harass and intimidate and to carry out personal vendettas that they were following a policy of awarding costs against him.

Now if an English student heard all this about Dafydd, don’t tell me that a solicitor who had grown up and gone to school in the area, had attended Chester College of Law, was Welsh speaking, whose own father was in the healthcare business and who worked in a legal practice just down the road from Denbigh was not party to such info as well.

Everyone knew about Dafydd and Denbigh. Not as many people knew about the paedophile ring, but many people talked about children in care in north Wales being treated ‘cruelly’, not being looked after properly and the dreadful people that were employed as social workers. A lot of people knew that there was something very wrong in the region, I heard mention of the ‘north Wales mafia’ – a reference to the corruption among some local professional people including some police officers – on a number of occasions. I heard about people being framed for crimes and I heard about certain people who were known to be breaking the law and who were loathed but considered ‘untouchable’, but no-one quite knew why. One of those people was Dafydd. Again and again I was told that Dafydd had been repeatedly caught red handed breaking the law, that he had been sued, that everybody was desperate to see the back of him, that he was cohabiting with patients and was known to have sexually abused others, that he was known to be threatening and bribing people but that ‘nobody can stop him’. People muttered that he had some ‘very powerful friends’, people would make constant reference to the power that he had over other professional people in the region and people would also talk about how frightened everyone was of him. No-one ever said to me ‘Dafydd and his mistress are facilitating a paedophile ring supplying boys to people in Westminster’, but even I managed to work out by 1987 that he was involved in some sort of organised crime with other professional people and that it stretched further than Wales.

Come on David Jones, you knew something at least. I wasn’t Hercule Poiroit, but I knew that something big and bad was happening.

David Jones didn’t just work in a legal practice in Ruthin on Dafydd’s doorstep. He also worked in a legal practice in Bangor, from 1985! It is highly likely that he was one of those solicitors who were present in the Courts in north west Wales when Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends kept prosecuting me – there were tons of solicitors going in and out, I didn’t know them all. But one of the solicitors that I did know of who was often in Bangor Magistrates Court when I was, was a man called Elwyn Jones. Elwyn Jones never struck me as being particularly interested in his clients, he would spend most of his time chatting to the other lawyers about what he would be doing as soon as he got out of Court. But some of Elwyn Jones’s clients were like me and were being targeted by those we know and love and were battling with the paedophiles’ friends. The practice in Bangor in which David Jones worked was the practice of the former Labour MP for Conwy, Sir Elwyn Jones! The Elwyn Jones whom I used to encounter in Bangor Magistrates Court was Sir Elwyn’s son, who had taken over the practice. A man of about the same age as David Jones. So that’s the man whom David Jones will have worked with. Elwyn Jones and Co became David Jones and Co in 1989. So David took the practice over – he wasn’t an underling then, if he took the practice over he’ll have known pretty much everything that was going on and indeed had gone on in the practice.

I came across Elwyn Jones again in 1993. I knew a hippy man in Bethesda with mental health problems who had been literally fleeced of his money after he began a relationship with a woman who already had three children, who had previously been abused and neglected by their own father. One of those children was a young man who had started carrying out indecent assaults on much younger boys. The hippy man wanted to refer the matter to a health professional but his partner told him not to, expressing concerns that her son would be imprisoned. The hippy man then had a baby with this woman who left him as soon as the child was born. He was left destitute and was prevented from seeing his own baby by the baby’s mother. At this point he was so concerned for his own child and the younger son of his previous partner that he reported the sexual assaults committed by the older son to a local GP. He reported the assaults to another GP in the same practice when no action was taken. The social services investigated – namely a former policewoman called Jo Bott – and admitted that the older son had sexually assaulted younger boys. No action was taken. The GP stated that the hippy man’s reporting of the incidents had been malicious. He was denied access to his own baby because the social services then stated that HE was a danger to children. Despite being denied access to his own child, despite being left destitute, when he moved in with a new partner, his former partner began sending solicitor’s letters demanding more money from him. The solicitor who wrote those letters was Elwyn Jones – I read those letters myself. After the hippy man was ejected from this family, the daughter of his former partner had a number of babies in quick succession whilst still a teenager – she violently abused them as newborns yet the social services ‘supported’ her against the children’s fathers. Her children were only removed from her care when she told the social services that she didn’t want them, wasn’t going to look after them and upped and left. Her former boyfriend was awarded custody of the little girl that was his. Everyone acknowledged that he was an excellent, dedicated father. He was hit by a lorry and killed whilst walking on a rural road near Bethesda whilst his daughter was still a toddler. Yet another person who met an untimely end after having witnessed corruption relating to child abuse among the region’s welfare professionals. For the full story and names and details of the Councillor who was also involved in some corrupt practices with this family before the young father was killed, please see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’. When all of this was happening, David Jones was the senior partner of the practice in which Elwyn Jones was working.

After he took over Elwyn Jones and Co, at some point David Jones seems to have relocated the practice to Llandudno. Which is where Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had his ‘office’ and a number of private ‘care homes’ in which people were abused, neglected and fleeced of money.

David Jones first ran for election as the candidate for Conwy in the 1997 General Election. Just as the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway! In 1999 he contested Conwy in the inaugural Welsh Assembly elections and he stood for the City of Chester in the 2001 General Election. He was unexpectedly elected in 2002 as a Member of the Welsh Assembly for the North Wales electoral region. The seat was vacated when Rod Richards, the former Welsh Office Minister, resigned for health reasons. Rod Richards is the one politician who has been honest enough to admit that Sir Peter Morrison, the Conservative MP for Chester, abused under-aged boys.

One thing that one has to do if one runs for election is to get out there, meet and chat with people and get to know your patch. Unless of course you’re Tristram Hunt and you’re parachuted into Stoke On Trent by New Labour – but that did not have a happy ending. But David Jones already knew his patch, he was local, it was one of his selling points. He probably knew that patch as well as Rod Richards did.

Jones made it clear after his election to the Assembly in 2002 that he would not seek re-election to the Assembly. He stepped down in 2003. In the 2005 General Election, Jones defeated the Labour MP Gareth Thomas in Clwyd West. Between 2005-2010 he was a Member of the Welsh Affairs Select Committee and in Nov 2006 he was appointed the Shadow Minister for Wales. In May 2010 he became Parliamentary Under Secretary of State for the Wales Office. Cameron appointed Jones Secretary of State for Wales in Sept 2012, after the lacklustre Cheryl Gillan – who was far more interested in the concerns of her constituents in England regarding their battle against HS2 being built through their back gardens than she was with matters Wales – was removed from the post. On Nov 5 2012 David Cameron announced that he would be establishing a Review of the Waterhouse Report in the wake of so much concern that Waterhouse had not revealed the true extent of child abuse in north Wales. So David Jones was Secretary of State for Wales in the crucial weeks leading up to that announcement. A reshuffle by Cameron in July 2014 – when Lady Justice Macur was well underway with her cover-up of the cover-up – saw Jones removed as Secretary of State for Wales.

After Theresa May became PM, Jones was appointed Minister of State at the Dept for Exiting the EU.

David Jones’s office is in Colwyn Bay. Which as regular readers will know is certainly where the action was if one was a corrupt police officer, Medical Ombudsman etc. Indeed, Nigel Mannering Berry, the former Denbigh nurse who oversaw the rape and violent assault of children at the Gwynfa Unit in Colwyn Bay, was the Director of Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall between 1994-95. Nigel Berry is still alive and lives in Colwyn Bay. For further details of the abuse wreaked upon children at Gwynfa and those who did it – as well as for address of Nigel Berry – please see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’.

Jones has admitted that he is a Freemason, but states that he hasn’t been active in the organisation for many years. So one presumes that he was previously active. There were constant allegations in the 80s that the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles were connected with Freemasonry. Freemasonry was certainly big business in Bangor in the 80s – I was told by a solicitor in Bangor in the late 80s that the lodge in Bangor contained many solicitors and police officers. There was a lodge in Bangor University as well. Elwyn Jones, the solicitor with whom David Jones shared a practice in the 80s, was the Treasurer for Bangor University. He died a few years ago. Bangor University is currently facing the most terrible financial problems and is trying to ‘save’ £8 million. There have been allegations for years that the University was in deep financial trouble but no-one actually fessed up to it.

There are many angry people making allegations about David Jones on the internet. One blogger maintains that Jones has used his Masonic links with certain police officers to harass people and pursue corrupt practices. Much of the online content concerning Jones relates to a notorious blog based in north Wales, ‘The Thoughts Of Oscar’. ‘The Thoughts Of Oscar’ had a reputation for being even ruder about people than ‘Service Shenanigans’ is, but Oscar didn’t seem to have 10,000 incriminating documents with the evidence like I have. Guto Bebb, the Conservative MP for Aberconwy, publicly accused David Jones and his business partner Dylan Moore as being those behind ‘The Thoughts Of Oscar’, but subsequently retracted his allegations. A Llandudno newsagent later claimed to be the author. ‘The Thoughts Of Oscar’ has now closed down.

David Jones is a member of the Cornerstone Group, a rather mad extreme socially conservative group of MPs. The Cornerstone Group has great reservations about things like homosexuality – as indeed does David Jones. I mentioned in previous posts that a London-based journalist recently sent me a list of Westminster figures and other people in public life who are alleged to have been involved in child sexual abuse. One of the members of the Cornerstone Group – not David Jones however – was on that list. Membership of such a group would be by no means incompatible with one being involved with child sexual abuse. Previous posts have discussed the confusion that there seems to have been around homosexuality among some people in north Wales until recently. The North Wales Hospital Denbigh was famed for carrying out aversion therapy on homosexuals long after other institutions had ceased doing it – Denbigh continued to do it after homosexuality had been legalised. Yet Dafydd and Gwynne were facilitating a paedophile ring which mainly targeted boys. The Rev Emyr Owen who dared to be a gay man was framed and imprisoned for allegedly carrying out various acts with penises severed from corpses – acts which would be physiologically impossible (see post ‘Updates, Common Themes And News, May 5 2017’).  Thatcher’s administrations which did so much to conceal child sexual abuse carried out by some members of the Conservative Party was famously homophobic and legislated for Section 28. St David’s Hospital in Bangor along with the other hospitals in north Wales ensured that no woman in the region could access an abortion on the NHS – yet under-aged girls in the children’s home in Bangor were getting pregnant as a result of sexual abuse which was concealed by the colleagues of the Top Doctors of St David’s Laundry (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

David Jones’s wife is of course an Angel, although I think that she trained at a London hospital rather than in north Wales. I remember one of David Jones’s early election campaigns – it involved explaining to the constituents that as David and his wife were Christians and particularly with Mrs Jones being an Angel, they could not support abortion.

In True Blue style, David Jones states that he has ‘an interest in law and order’. In which case David, get off down to the cop shop and tell them all that you know, particularly the knowledge that you will have acquired during the 80s when you worked alongside Elwyn Jones. You can’t possibly have forgotten the chaos that reigned in Bangor Magistrates Court in those days – Dafydd, his insane testimony and Court reports and three mental health patients constantly dragged through the legal system on ludicrous charges, all of whom had dared to complain about Dafydd. One of those three being me. If your memory’s a bit rusty, then take the time to read this blog. I’ve provided full details of many of the events, along with the names and dates of the people involved, which include a lot of your legal colleagues. You’ll find it’s all accurate, the details have come straight off the 10,000 documents that I have spanning that time.

PS. David – could you please also give the police the name of the young Welsh woman who used to be the prosecuting lawyer for the CPS in Bangor Magistrates Court. It was usually her who was having a go at me. I did once challenge her and ask her why she kept prosecuting innocent people and she got very angry with me and yelled ‘I’m just doing my job’. Which seems to have been the rationale of absolutely everybody who facilitated and concealed the paedophile ring – they were all just doing their job. It wasn’t an excuse at Nuremberg and it’s not an excuse now.

 

 

 

 

It’s All About Protecting Children

My post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ gave an account of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal which finally hit the UK wide media in the early 1990s. I described how reports detailing just how serious the abuse of children in care was and how these reports were constantly suppressed and how, after a very big effort by a relatively small number of people considering what was going on, a number of people working in social care were finally charged and imprisoned for very serious offences against children and young people. Of course, it is accepted that even now, after yet more people have been convicted after the recent reinvestigation, that only the small fry have gone to prison. The big fish have never been caught and I’ve actually named some of the fish who facilitated the paedophile ring on this blog – they’re having a great time, some of those who ignored what was going on have even made it into the House of Lords. Although the big fish are still merrily swimming away in the wider world, in the aftermath of the convictions of the small fish, the child protection services in north Wales continued to try to frame the problems as being in the past.

So what were the child protection services in north Wales doing as everyone was reassured that the clean up had taken place and no-one had any cause for concern? Well, as with their close colleagues in the mental health services – whom they were working hand in hand with – they were doing some very strange things. I witnessed this during 1993/94. I knew a man, F, who was in a relationship with a woman N. N had three children from a previous marriage – her first husband, D, had effectively abandoned her to live with a nurse and then had two children with this nurse. D did keep in touch with his children from his marriage to N, but contact was fairly erratic and he wasn’t the best dad in the world. At one point he emigrated and left them all behind but returned to Gwynedd when his plan for a job abroad went wrong. After D left her, N became very friendly with F, a man from the hippy community in Bethesda who was actually quite affluent as a result of the sale of a property following his own divorce. N seemed to target him with a view to a relationship, which was a bit odd because their backgrounds were very different. N had become pregnant at 15, left school barely able to read and write and had never had a job. She had never really travelled outside of north Wales. F was a child of the sixties, from a middle class family, had a Fine Art degree and had spent much of his youth traipsing around Afghanistan, Morocco and Turkey. He did however have a psychotic illness and was one of the many who had been variously abused and neglected by the mental health services – he was still ‘on their books’ during his relationship with N. I was aware that N had a number of rather unscrupulous female friends who were encouraging N and F to set up home together. F was incredibly lonely, his mother had recently died and he had no children.

N and F did start a relationship and N, who was pretty much destitute, moved into F’s house, along with her three children. F financially supported the family and even paid the fees for two of N’s children to attend a Steiner school. From the very beginning of the relationship, N had wanted to have a child with F. (She had wanted another child with D, but he had refused and then left her.) F was delighted by this, because he had no children but had always wanted a family. However it took N nearly two years to become pregnant. Neither N or F were employed and F’s bank balance was rapidly eroding. By the time that N became pregnant, the couple were quite deeply in debt, so F announced that he’d sell his house to pay off their debts. He did and N and F and her children moved into a large rented unfurnished house, again paid for by F. N requested some fairly expensive furniture, carpets and curtains on the grounds that the baby was almost due and she wanted a nice home. F obliged and spent a considerable amount of money doing this. By this time it was clear that N’s two eldest children had quite serious problems. N’s son had mild learning difficulties and had left school but was unable to find work, so he stayed at home, again supported by F. N’s teenaged daughter was showing quite serious behaviour problems and had been expelled from school. She began a number of casual relationships and F expressed concern to N that she was being sexually exploited. She then became pregnant and it transpired that the father of the baby was actually one of her nicer partners, a local young man who loved the idea of the forthcoming baby. So both N and her daughter were pregnant at the same time. F supported all of them. N then had her baby and when the baby was about a week old told F to leave the house. F thought that this was perhaps post-natal depression – it became very obvious though that it wasn’t. N had ended the relationship. It was F who was made homeless, whilst N stayed in the house that he’d paid for and kept all the goodies. She then asked F for two thousand pounds. F observed that he had no money left, he was homeless. N then told him that he was no longer welcome to visit her or see his baby. F then began a relationship with a new partner, A, after she’d offered to let him stay at her house when he had nowhere to go (after N threw him out, F had been admitted to the psychiatric ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd because of fears for his mental health). N then started sending A bills and demands for money. One of N’s friends, who lived in the same village as A, approached A in the street and observed that she was sure that A wouldn’t mind paying for some gear for F’s baby (F was still prevented from seeing this baby). A was of the opinion that F had been ruthlessly used by some very exploitative people and stated that no she would not be handing over any dosh to N. F observed that he seemed to have been used as a ‘sperm donor and a cashpoint’. At this point F confided in A that he was very worried for the welfare of N’s 11 year old son. It transpired that N’s eldest son, who was at the time 17, had sexually molested one of his brother’s 8 year old male friends on a ‘sleep over’. N had sworn F to secrecy at the time because she feared that her eldest son would be prosecuted. F expressed concerns that the 18 year old had serious problems that were not being addressed. A told F to ask the advice of his GP, who knew everyone involved. The GP told F to ‘forget about all of them’. F then rang another GP in the same practice to express his concerns yet again. That GP told F that he would deal with the matter. Then F and A received a visit from a child protection officer, a policewoman called Jo Bott. F gave a very clear explanation of what had happened between the older teenager and the 8 year old. Jo Bott promised to investigate and told F that this was sufficiently serious to warrant a case conference. A few days later, Jo Bott returned. She told F that the investigation had shown that there was ‘nothing to worry about’ and that a case conference would not be held. She then turned to A and told her to ‘leave N alone’. A had not been near N, she had not met with her or even spoken with her, even after receiving the demands for money from N. Jo Bott then left their house. A neighbour then told F and A that the GP whom F had confided in and Jo Bott had stated that F was making malicious allegations against N. Throughout this time, F still had no access to his own child. The same neighbour – who was on good terms with F and A – a couple of moths later told them that N’s 18 year old son had recently been in trouble for sexually abusing children after offering to ‘babysit’ for them. The GPs and child protection services had known about this and the solution had been for the 18 year old to move out of the block of flats where he had committed the offences and back in with N. So much for F making ‘malicious allegations’.

Things got even more bizarre. N and her daughter were both allocated newly built three bedroomed houses, next door to each other, with a local housing association. The rest of the village nearly staged a revolution at this point, because such houses were very, very difficult to get – there was a case of a single parent with two children living with her parents, yet N’s daughter had been offered a three bedroomed house next door to her mother BEFORE she’d even had her baby. Such was the outrage that a number of people started passing on an awful lot of information to F and A which they had been previously unaware of. It was alleged that a ‘deal’ had been done between N and the social services and that F, unbeknown to him, had been alleged to have been a danger to his own baby, and that in return for supporting this view, N was told that both her and her daughter would be housed. F and A were told that a local Plaid councillor, Dafydd Orwig, had also assisted, by securing the houses for N and her daughter through using his influence. N’s daughter then gave birth and within weeks it became very obvious that she was incapable of caring for the baby. She then moved out of the house that had been secured for her in the dirty deal, left the baby’s father and moved in with another man. She became pregnant again, quite quickly. She was told by the children’s services that if she agreed to attend the custody hearing regarding her first baby – who was now being cared for by the baby’s father – that she would be awarded custody. Fortunately for the baby and the father, she didn’t bother to attend court and the baby’s father was awarded custody. She then gave birth again and assaulted the new baby, causing injuries. The baby at that point was taken into care. F never ever gained access to his own baby and when the baby was about two years old was told by neighbours that N had moved over to Clwyd and was living in a communal arrangement with a number of other women and their children. There were plenty of people in the area who knew about the shafting of F and who were openly sympathetic to him, but interestingly enough people who didn’t know the full story were told by N and her mates that F had abandoned his baby.

Lest anyone leave with the impression that this mess was the result of that old chestnut ‘stigma’ and that a not very enlightened policewoman and her chums in the social services formed their view of F on the basis of his serious psychotic illness, there are a few more clues that something much nastier was at work. Jo Bott did meet with the mental health services and was told that F had actually always been very responsible and caring towards N and her children – even the Arfon Community Mental Health Team had not been able to throw any mud on that point. So where the allegation that it was F who presented a danger to his baby came from no-one knows. Before N ever met F, her family was known to the GPs – the GPs who had accused F of malice – as well as the schools, as a ‘troubled family’. Her first husband, D, was known to have been violent to the son who later indecently assaulted younger boys and had rejected him because of his learning disability. The nurse whom D established a relationship with after he left N and her family seemed to have quite an odd lifestyle for a woman with two young children. She had been working at Ysbyty Gwynedd, but was offered highly paid agency work in the south of England. She did not have a house with D, they lived in a caravan in rural north Wales. She used to drive down to the south of England and literally live in her sizeable four wheel drive vehicle for the four days or so whilst she was booked in for shifts at the English hospital, then drive back up to north Wales. The caravan that they lived in was so cramped that when N’s daughter used to visit her father she had to sleep in the vehicle that doubled up as a house for her stepmother when she was doing agency work. Things became so fractious between N’s daughter and her father that the daughter had cut off contact with him by the time that Jo Bott was carrying out her ‘investigation’.

So Jo Bott knew damn well that she was dealing with two fairly feckless incapable people whose parenting skills were few and far between, a young man who was sexually abusing younger boys, a teenaged girl with substantial problems – and F, who had done his best to be a good stepfather, but who had been relieved of many thousands of pounds as well as his home. If Jo Bott ever wants to explain why, knowing all this, she then deemed F to be a threat to his own child and colluded with a number of other ‘professionals’ to ensure that he was never allowed near that child, a lot of us would be most interested to listen to her. I have solved a number of mysteries regarding those we know and love, but I have never ever got to the bottom of this one. Those we know and love detested F’s partner A and did all they could to make her life unbearable, but the Great Stuffing Over of F began before he moved in with her. No doubt their desire to gun down A increased the ‘services’ venom once F moved in with her, but there was another person targeted unfairly as well – the father of N’s first baby. He was a really nice young man, from a stable caring home himself. Gwynedd Social Services were gearing up to remove the baby from his care and hand her over to N’s daughter, although N had abandoned her and violently assaulted another baby. It was actually this young man who had the saddest outcome of all – after he gained custody of the baby, he was found dead. As so many people who have tangled with these absolute bastards were. He was hit and killed by a lorry whilst walking along a road near Bethesda one evening. The death was of course not suspicious and there was no investigation. His mum and dad have brought up his daughter.

Whilst all this went on, Lucille Hughes was Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Six years later she was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the social services but failed to act.

It is absolutely disgusting isn’t it Jo Bott???

NB. As well as Jo, Gwynedd Social Services, Dafydd Orwig, the GPs at Bethesda Surgery and the mental health services who watched all the above, there was another person playing a key role too, the Bangor solicitor the late Elwyn Jones, who ‘acted for’ N. I saw with my own eyes the nasty aggressive letters that Elwyn Jones wrote to F, demanding yet more money. Elwyn Jones was also a member of Bangor University Council and acted as their treasurer – the University is now in serious financial difficulty. I think Elwyn Jones was the same Elwyn Jones who used to work in the same legal practice as David Jones MP. Elwyn Jones was the son of Sir Elwyn Jones, the former MP for Conway, who has featured before on this blog. It must be something in the genes…