95 Glorious Years!

Baroness Jean Trumpington retired from the House of Lords at the end of last month at the age of 95 and what a fuss in the media there was. Trumpers – as she likes to be known – was interviewed and featured everywhere, in a consistently positive way. Much was made of the fact that Trumpers virtually single-handedly defended Hitler, that she gave Thatcher a few good bollockings and that she ‘dealt with’ Lloyd George as a young woman. Trumpers was even named in a ‘Guardian’ article as a feminist icon and the nation remembered her stellar performances on ‘Have I Got News For You’ and other light entertainment programmes.

A few weeks before she announced her retirement, this blog revealed that Trumpers had actually been the Minister in the DHSS responsible for appointing Jimmy Savile general manager of Broadmoor – where he sexually assaulted and raped a number of women patients, two of whom are thought to have killed themselves as a result. When I wrote that – it was just a bit of information that I supplied in a comment following my ‘Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Drawn To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?’ post – I’d barely heard of Trumpers, although I had seen her on ‘Have I got News For You’. I was fascinated to hear that it was she who appointed Savile whilst she was Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State – not just because it was a stupid monstrous thing to do, but because Edwina Currie took the flak for that. Indeed, this blog gave Edwina Currie flak for it – Currie was also a Minister in the DHSS, working under Ken Clarke as Secretary of State, who after Savile’s death held her hands up to appointing him. Currie admitted attending dinners in the Athenaeum with Savile, corrupt civil servants and Savile’s former NHS manager mate from Leeds, Alan Franey (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). Yet it was Trumpers who did the dirty deed – I suspect that Trumpers attended a few knees ups in the Athenaeum along with the rest of them.

So why did Edwina – and to a lesser extent Ken Clarke – cover Trumpers’ arse? Edwina was having to defend herself repeatedly in public while furious people demanded to know how she could ever have been so foolish as to appoint a serial sex offender to such a position. A public inquiry into Savile was taking place, the BBC was under fire, monuments to Savile were being taken down and even the over-the-top headstone from his grave was removed – throughout it all, no-one mentioned Trumpers. Edwina is no shrinking violent – did she perhaps have such a good relationship with Trumpers that she was happy to protect a friend who had been guilty of a huge misjudgement but was basically a decent person? Unlikely, based on an interview that Trumpers herself gave to the ‘Guardian’ in 2004 – Trumpers stated that Edwina was a ‘bitch’, was ‘dreadful’, talked far too much and that Trumpers was always having to clean up after her. Trumpers mentioned the eggs business as an example. The eggs business was interesting – Edwina had to resign because she pissed off some very wealthy factory farmers who stood to go bankrupt. Edwina had made public comment stating that ‘most of our egg production’ was infected with salmonella – which at that time was true. Not every egg was infected with salmonella, but just about every intensive egg farm in the UK was infected with salmonella. Edwina had already been rude to the elderly who had suffered from hypothermia, she’d made misleading comments about the effectiveness of the UK’s cervical screening programme – but she was out on her ear when she told the truth about a highly profitable sector of the country’s intensive agriculture sector.

What Edwina didn’t do all by herself though was appoint a serial sex offender to a senior job in a secure hospital housing sex offenders as well as the victims of sex offenders. (Yes, the dear old NHS still does that. There have been cases where women who have been raped found themselves in the same hospital as the man who raped them. I shared a ward at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh with a rapist and a man who had killed his wife and at Springfield Hospital I shared a ward with yet another man who had murdered his wife. I do not believe that this should result in a policy of single sex wards as dear old MIND have been trying to implement, but I do think that sex offenders or men with a track record of violence towards women should not be placed in wards with women.)

Not only did Trumpers appoint Savile and then when it was revealed years later enjoy full protection from the scrutiny of the media, but presumably at the time no-one told Trumpers that it was a ridiculous and dangerous appointment. Some of the civil servants themselves were fully on board and were partners in crime with Savile and it is quite clear from his autobiography that in his capacity as Secretary of State for Health Ken Clarke didn’t really give a stuff about the chaos that presided in his dept. Ken was never in any danger of over-working and he delegated most things to other people and got on with getting pissed with his mates in the Commons dining clubs, eating curries and going to jazz clubs (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Presumably Edwina felt unable to stop Savile’s appointment – although she did admit that she admired Savile’s threats to screw the POA using unlawful methods, so perhaps appointing Savile was one thing that she and Trumpers did not fall out over.

After finding out that it was Trumpers who had made the Savile appointment but no-one dared fess up to that in public, I thought that I’d better find out a few more things about Trumpers. I then discovered that Trumpers was given a peerage in 1980 by Thatcher BEFORE Trumpers had entered Gov’t – or in fact before Trumpers had achieved anything very much at all beyond being Mayor of Cambridge. Que?? So I began digging and from what I have read, the myths that surround Trumpers are myths as big as the myths that surrounded Savile. As with Savile, there is much evidence that many people knew about Trumpers’ feet of clay…

 

Trumpers published an autobiography in 2011, ‘Coming Up Trumps’. It is illuminating.

Trumpers was born into immense privilege. Her mother Doris was American, the daughter of an immensely wealthy business family. Her father Arthur Campbell-Harris had been the aide-de-camp to the Viceroy of India, Lord Reading aka Rufus Isaacs. Lord Reading was a Liberal and a barrister who had been Solicitor General and Attorney General in Asquith’s Gov’t. He was then Foreign Secretary under Ramsay MacDonald’s National Gov’t and then Lord Chief Justice. In 1913 Reading had been named in the Marconi financial corruption scandal, which also implicated other members of the Liberal Gov’t, including Lloyd George. Reading’s other claim to fame was that he imprisoned Mahatma Gandhi in 1922. Trumpers’ mother was a good friend of Lady Reading, Alice. Alice was what in those days was called an invalid and concerned herself with charitable causes, such as establishing hospitals in India. After Alice died, Reading married his secretary Stella Charnaud, who founded the Women’s Voluntary Service. After Reading’s death, Stella was given a peerage in 1958 and became Baroness Swanborough, the first woman to sit in the Lords in her own right.

Lord and Lady Reading weren’t the only grand friends that Trumpers and her family had. They mixed with the best. As a child, Trumpers shared a dance teacher with Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret. The family lived in Cumberland Place in Marylebone and even Trumpers herself realises that they were fabulously wealthy and led the life of Riley. Other friends of the family included John Thorpe, a Tory MP and his wife Ursula. The Thorpe’s had a son called Jeremy whom Trumpers used to play with, although in her book Trumpers maintained that she found Jeremy foul. I suspect that she may have decided that at a later stage in her life, perhaps after Thorpe’s career ended in scandal and he no longer had a chance of becoming PM – because as we shall see, if somebody was rich, titled and important, Trumpers could be most forgiving of unpleasant personality traits.

The family that Trumpers’ own family were bestest mates with however were the Lloyd Georges. Trumpers’ grandparents had been big buddies with Lloyd George and his wife Dame Margaret and Trumpers’ mother was close friends with Lady Olwen Carey Evans, Lloyd George’s daughter. Margie Carey Evans, one of Lloyd George’s granddaughters, had been a bridesmaid at Trumpers’ parents wedding and Robin Carey Evans was Trumpers’ first boyfriend. Robin Carey Evans is still alive and lives in Australia – he is the godfather of Richard Branson.

Lloyd George’s family are of course from Cricieth in Gwynedd. There are a lot of Lloyd George’s, or as one branch of the family is called, Carey Evans’s. It was the Carey Evans’s with whom Trumpers and her family was friendly.

There are still Carey Evans’s living near Cricieth – I mentioned two of them on this blog a few months ago, but when I came across their names I didn’t actually realise who they were. I found the names of D.B. Carey Evans and Annwen Carey Evans on a ‘memorandum’ of furious indignant protest that had been submitted to Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee in 2008. This ‘memorandum’ had been part of the co-ordinated attempt by the paedophiles’ friends to bring down Edwina Hart, the Welsh Health Minister who had dared confront the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends. It was signed by many disgraced people and paedophiles’ friends, as well as the two Carey Evans’s. Full details can be read in my post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’. I do not know D.B. Carey Evans or Annwen Carey Evans – there is a David Carey Evans who runs businesses near Cricieth including a trout farm or something similar and on the memorandum Annwen Carey Evans noted that she was formerly the High Sheriff of Gwynedd – but they will undoubtedly be members of the Lloyd George clan. The Carey Evans’s will have known the backgrounds of some of those who signed the memorandum along with them, some of those signatories were infamous – one couldn’t live in north Wales and have not known about them. As for the relationship between the locals around Cricieth and the Llord Georges – whilst local people would speak admiringly of Lloyd George, what with him coming from Llanstumdwy and ending up as PM, there was a sense that the descendants of Lloyd George lorded it over everyone else. They were thought to be important and no doubt considered themselves important as well – which is why two of them ended up putting their names to a memorandum cooked up by a bunch of crooks designed to remove a Health Minister, despite them holding no positions in the NHS or related services at all.

Another name popped up in connection with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal which was linked with the Lloyd Georges – that of Alistair McAlpine. McAlpine was named on Newsnight in 2012 as being one of the people who abused boys at Bryn Estyn and a huge row ensued after the man who named McAlpine subsequently said that he thought that he had been mistaken. Some people – including Sally Bercow – had been daft enough to repeat the allegation online and McAlpine successfully sued them. No-one mentioned at the time that although McAlpine may have been wrongly named, some of McAlpine’s colleagues in the Tory Party, such as Sir Peter Morrison, MP for Chester, had been abusing boys from children’s homes in north Wales. McAlpine was Tory Party Treasurer from the mid 1970s until 1990 and he was also an advisor to Thatcher. Morrison was Thatcher’s PPS and Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party.

The mother of Owen Lloyd George, the 3rd Earl Lloyd-George of Dwyfor ie. Lloyd George’s grandson –  was Roberta McAlpine, Robert McAlpine’s daughter. (Alistair McAlpine was Robert McAlpine’s great-grandson.) Roberta married Lloyd George’s son Richard. Owen Lloyd George sat in the Lords as a cross bencher – he did not live in Wales until he was 63, when he purchased a house in Pembrokeshire. Owen married Ruth Coit, with whom he had two sons and a daughter. After that marriage was dissolved, he married Jo, daughter of Sir Alexander Gordon- Cumming and Elizabeth, Countess of Cawdor. Just to confuse things even further, Jo had been previously married to the Earl of Woolton and to Lord Ferres. For further details of these rather complex relationships and their connections to present day media barons, please see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’

Owen’s eldest son succeeded him as the 4th Earl Lloyd-George of Dwyfor.

Other member of the Lloyd George family whom Trumpers’ and her parents knew included Gwilym Lloyd George aka Viscount Tenby, who was the brother of Olwen Carey Evans. Gwilym was an MP (for Pembrokeshire, 1922-24 and again between 1929-50; then for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1951-57). He was Home Secretary 1954-57 – Gwilym was the Home Secretary who refused to commute Ruth Ellis’s death sentence. Gwilym became Viscount Tenby in 1957. Gwilym had two children – David, the 2nd Viscount Tenby who died unmarried and William, later Lord Tenby, who sat as a cross bench peer. William was one of the 90 hereditary peers who retained his seat in the Lords after Blair’s ‘reform’ of the Lords in 1999. Gwilym married Edna Gwenfron from Denbigh. Timothy, the son of William studied at Aberystwyth and later went to Australia. Gwilym’s sister Megan Lloyd George also had a long career in politics.

Olwen Carey Evans married Sir Thomas Carey Evans – a Top Doctor who was surgeon to one Lord Reading, the Viceroy of India… Thomas Carey Evans was the son of Dr Robert Davies Evans, a GP in Blaenau Ffestiniog, who was also High Sheriff of Merionethshire. Evans’s wife was the sister of Sir Robert Armstrong-Jones, a notable Welsh physician and psychiatrist, who studied at what is now Bangor University and then St Barts Hospital, London. Armstrong-Jones then lectured at Barts, was a consulting physician to the military at London and Aldershot before WWI and during that war, was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Royal Army Medical Corps. In 1929 he was High Sheriff of Caernarvonshire. Throughout much of this time Armstrong-Jones was also Superintendent of the London County Council’s Claybury Asylum – he remained associated with Claybury until his death at the age of 85. When he was younger, Armstrong-Jones worked at Colney Hatch Asylum. Armstrong-Jones’s son Ronald was a barrister – who’s own son was the drug imbibing bisexual notoriously promiscuous Anthony Armstrong-Jones aka Lord Snowdon, past star of this blog, as is his wife, Princess Margaret! The Snowdons were patients of Dr Peter and Ann Dally, drug dealers to high society (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other)…

Sir Thomas Carey Evans was educated at University College Cardiff, then did his medical training at the University of Glasgow and at Barts. He served in the military in India and later settled in London, living at Wimpole Street. In 1936 Carey Evans was appointed the first medical superintendent of Hammersmith Hospital. Carey Evans was medical superintendent at Hammersmith when the Royal Postgraduate Medical School was established there and he remained there for approx ten years. For details of the long-standing research fraud, cronyism and misconduct that I witnessed and was told about whilst I was doing my MSc at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS in 1986-87, please see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’. Thomas Carey Evans retired to north Wales in 1945 where, according to his obituary, he immersed himself in his love of the language and culture – whilst his extended family and then his descendants completely shafted the region. Thomas Carey Evans died in 1948, but Olwen lived until 1990.

Thomas and Olwen had four children – Margaret, Eluned, Robert and David. Eluned is the mother of Thomas MacMillan and Margaret MacMillan. Margaret is the historian and warden of St Antony’s College Oxford. Margaret’s sister Ann is manager of the London Bureau of CBC and is married to the journalist Peter Snow. Their son is BBC regular and star of ‘The One Show’, Dan Snow! That’s ‘The One Show’ which features the lame and hopeless Alex Jones, who went to Aberystwyth University and soon inexplicably became an over-paid star at the notoriously Oxbridge-dominated BBC – some of us are wondering how she managed to do that. Dan Snow therefore is the great-grandson of Olwen. In one interview Dan remembers visiting north Wales as a little boy and witnessing much cap-doffing towards Olwen…

Dan is a friend of Prince William!

But wait until you hear about Thomas MacMillan. He hasn’t wasted his time being a Top Doctor or even signing arsey memorandums in a desperate attempt to protect the jobs and pensions of people who should never have been appointed to their jobs in the first place. He’s not on ‘The One Show’ either. Thomas is Mr Big Bucks himself. He has been, variously, Chair of CIBC Mellon Canada; President and CEO of CIBC Mellon; Executive Vice-President of Corporate Services at the Montreal Trust; Vice-President, President and CEO of Chase Manhattan Bank of Canada. In 2012 Thomas MacMillan was appointed Chair of Blair Franklin Asset Management.

Howz about that then as Trumpers’ friend Jimmy would no doubt have observed.

 

New visitors to this blog unacquainted with the ways of the Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends might well accuse me of being on the Grassy Knoll when I take the trouble to map out these connections and networks. I too used to believe that people who carry on in the way that I do were on the Grassy Knoll. We are not. People like Trumpers learnt at a very young age that having friends in Very High Places – preferably places like Buck House – can be very useful, especially if you or your friends and associates are doing things that they shouldn’t be. Trumpers’ book is quite explicit about this – not only does she actually admit that she ruthlessly used her rich and powerful friends to get what she wanted, but she is finely attuned as to who’s title is the most prestigious, which families have the highest number of members who are dukes and exactly who owns which stately home. Trumpers is rude about gongs like MBEs and states that she doesn’t care much for ‘baubles’ – that’s because the only thing that matters in her eyes is a peerage, particularly if it’s an hereditary one. She’s taken a leaf out of the book of Michael Winner and very obviously thinks that an OBE is just for those who have worked as a dinner lady for 40 years. A dinner lady for the working classes that is – serving at a banquet at Buck House is a different kettle of fish entirely, as Trumpers explains in her book when she tells us that she had always wanted to serve at a state banquet but that is usually a male preserve (a bit like inheriting the title and the family seat, or until very recently the Crown).

Trumpers’ family hit a major trauma in 1929 with the Wall Street crash – they ‘lost everything’. Well, by Trumpers’ standards it was ‘everything’. It was quite a lot – millions – but they had so much anyway that they did not have to claim benefits or go on the parish or whatever one did in 1929 when you were sharing a dance teacher with Lilibet and Margaret Rose. They moved out of their palatial residence at Cumberland Place into a ‘cottage’ in Kent called Rowlings. Trumpers’ has been good enough to supply a photo in her book of the ‘cottage’ to which they decamped when they were destitute, I can recommend looking at that photo – readers will gain some idea of the planet that Trumpers’ lives on. The cottage came with servants as well and land. I’m glad to say that Trumpers’ parents friends were also willing to slum it at the cottage, so Prime Ministers and their friends continued to visit.

According to Trumpers, Rowlings was managed by the Lunacy Commission because the man who owned it had ‘gone mad’ and couldn’t manage his own affairs. I know that this can happen to people if they become sufficiently distressed, but I also know that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones said this of Mary Wynch and relieved her of her property – she successfully sued him and demonstrated that he was a corrupt old bastard who had illegally had her arrested and banged her up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year. However when Michael Howard at the Home Office finally spat Mary out in 1995, her property was not returned to her. Unlike Trumpers, Mary really did lose everything – at the hands of some of those who signed that ‘memorandum’ along with the Carey Evans’s… Brown and me also got to hear about an aristocrat in north Wales who did not inherit because he was deemed to be mentally incompetent. ‘Now there’s a job for D.A. Jones’ observed Brown when we were told of this very worrying case. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if indeed Dafydd had been involved. Trumpers maintains that because Rowlings was managed by the Lunacy Commission they were not allowed to buy it, they could only rent. Yet further on in the book Trumpers mentions that her mother was given the option to buy – it was the Lunacy Commission who seemed to be making this offer, not the man who had ‘gone mad’. Er – what was going on Trumpers? Had the owner of Rowlings recovered – and if so why were you still dealing with the Lunacy Commission? If he hadn’t recovered, why were they trying to flog your mother his house? Rather than buy Rowlings, Trumpers’ mother opted for the purchase of another little bolt hole, this time one with ten bedrooms. At one point Trumpers mentions that the family had miraculously come into a great deal of money again, but she doesn’t explain quite how. Until they received that windfall, Trumpers et famille effectively lived off the generosity of their very rich friends – and I mean rich. Trumpers’ et al were the poor relations because they didn’t own half of Scotland.

Trumpers’ account of her young life names others whom she and her parents hung out with – including the Prince of Wales and Mrs Simpson in Biarritz. Trumpers’ dad was a womaniser which caused Trumpers a bit of embarrassment when she was a young woman – she’d turn up to swanky clubs with her own beau, only to find her dad in there with one of his mistresses. A scene occurred at the wedding of the Duke of Kent and Princess Marina in 1934 when one of Trumpers’ dad’s girlfriends arrived.

A major part of the Trumpers’ biography as sold to the nation by the media was Trumpers’ time as a landgirl, doing her bit for the war effort. Trumpers was famously a landgirl in Churt, on Lloyd George’s farm. Whilst at Churt, Trumpers shared the cottage in which Lloyd George’s mistress Frances Stevenson lived. Upon Trumpers’ retirement, the BBC and ‘Guardian’ made much of Trumpers’ success as a teenager in fighting off the lecherous old Lloyd George. A different story emerges from Trumpers’ books and earlier interviews. Lloyd George used to turn up to the house where Frances and Trumpers were living and measure Trumpers’ vital statistics. Trumpers’ did not fight him off, she thought it was a bit weird, but as she said in one interview ‘he was the grandfather of all my friends’. She’d known him since she was in the womb, he was almost as well-known to her as her own parents were and she’ll have known exactly what he was like – she was his mistress’s flat-mate. As for Trumpers’ contribution to the war effort – her book states quite clearly that she was the only landgirl at Churt and she was sent there because it would imply that Lloyd George was making a contribution to the war effort himself. Trumpers’ also admits that the famous photo of her, the farm manager and Lloyd George at work on the farm was posed especially for the newspapers. None of this is unusual – but it has all helped build up a public image of someone whom Trumpers was most definitely not. The produce from Lloyd George’s farm – honey and mead – was sold by Fortnum and Mason who made the identity of the farm’s owner a selling point.

This brings me to next part of the Trumpers’ myth – Hitler and Trumpers’ part in his downfall. When Trumpers stepped down from the Lords, everybody banged on about her having worked at Bletchley Park WITH ALAN TURING.

Trumpers’ received virtually no formal education. She did speak French well – because as a child she had a French governess. Trumpers had learnt French, she had learnt ballet and she had learnt the correct way to curtsy at Court, but she had not learnt much else. She was very weak at maths – even by her standards – and she expressed quite a contempt for education anyway. She didn’t need it and couldn’t see the point of it and what formal education she had ended when she was 15. She was then sent to a finishing school in Switzerland where two batty old ladies with Royal connections taught her things that probably even Trumpers didn’t need to know. Trumpers did however subsequently pursue a secretarial course, a very basic bog standard one.

When Trumpers hit 18 in 1940 she didn’t know what to do with herself and no-one else knew what to do with her either. Her father had a friend who was a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy who knew someone who was working at Bletchley. Trumpers was told to go along to Lyons Corner House where she was ‘interviewed’ by a Frank Birch. She was then given a ticket to enable her to go to Bletchley Park the very next day. So they obviously weren’t waiting to receive her references. Trumpers explains in her book that there was ‘no vetting’ because ‘they were snobs’ – she maintains that if you spoke the Queen’s English and had been to the right school you were alright. Or indeed if you had a dad who had a mate at Bletchley Park and you’d been groped by Lloyd George whilst dossing down with his mistress and had connections to Royalty.

By Trumpers’ own account, her work at Bletchley was very menial – it had to have been, Trumpers couldn’t have done anything else, she was eighteen and innumerate – and she was mind-numbingly bored as were all the other young women who worked with her. They had no idea at all – understandably – what the work taking place at Bletchley Park was. They were a group of young women all much like Trumpers ie. aristocratic but with no education other than language skills from European governess’s and they had bugger all interest in what was going on at Bletchley either. What did they do? They literally pissed about all day. They ski-ived off work, they hid each other in filing cabinets, they ran up and down corridors and they dressed up in ridiculous outfits to entertain each other. The media reports of Trumpers’ days off from Bletchley maintain that she and her friends would go to London ‘and dance all night’ a la Barbara Cartland. Trumpers’ own account suggests that they got absolutely rat-arsed with numerous young men, some of whom they didn’t actually know. I’m not suggesting that Trumpers and her friends shouldn’t have done this – it is what teenagers tend to do, Trumpers et al were just doing it in a rather more privileged way – but fighting Hitler they were not. However some of the young men in their circle did risk their necks because they were in the Forces. Trumpers did meet Alan Turning – once. Or she thinks that she did. She was ordered to take a message over to a man in a room in another part of Bletchley Park – she didn’t know her way around because she and her mates were all confined to one hut and had to stay in there virtually all the time – but she eventually arrived at the office and gave the message to the man inside, who did not say thank you. Who she thinks might have been Alan Turing. If he’d been the Duke of fucking Rutland she’d have known exactly who he was, how many thousands of acres he owned and how long the castle had been in the family, but Trumpers was not particularly interested in code-breaking or quiet gay mathematical geniuses.

Trumpers only had a rather woolly grasp of what was going on at Bletchley Park, but she was on the ball with regard to a few other things. Such as the nature of the people with whom she was ‘billeted’. Not that Trumpers stood on a train station with a label on her waiting to be taken to someone’s spare bedroom – no, Trumpers was billeted at Passenham Manor, ‘the house of a very rich banker’, George Ansley. Furthermore Trumpers made friends ‘with a girl who later married an ambassador’, ‘which came in handy later on’.

One of Trumpers’ closest friends at Bletchley was Sarah ‘Sally’ Norton, the daughter of the 6th Lord Grantley (Trumpers actually knows the numbers of the Lords, Earls and Viscounts that she hangs out with). Sally later married Bill Astor of Profumo fame – of which I will write more later on in this post. Trumpers was where the action was re Profumo, but as with Savile her name seems to have been kept out of it all.

Sally Norton introduced Trumpers to Max Aitken aka Lord Beaverbrook, the Fleet Street baron – Sally’s mother was Beaverbrook’s mistress and kept a cottage at his country house near Leatherhead. Jean Norton and Beaverbrook later married. Trumpers became well acquainted with Beaverbrook, visited him regularly and spent weekends at his place where she met ‘absolutely everybody’. Beaverbrook’s friends included Asquith, Lloyd George, Churchill, Duff and Diana Cooper and H.G. Wells. Trumpers herself believes that Beaverbrook cultivated her friendship because of her family connections to the Lloyd Georges – Beaverbrook was given his peerage by the Coalition Gov’t when Lloyd George was PM. Trumpers’ book relates anecdotes in which she toadies to Beaverbrook and writes and sings songs to him concerning his greatness. Years later Beaverbrook asked Trumpers to spend Christmas with him – she said that she couldn’t because she was spending it with her family. So Beaverbrook told her to bring them. She responded by saying that she didn’t think that they’d be very happy about that. Beaverbrook never spoke to her again.

What Trumpers’ relationship with Beaverbrook actually was I can’t quite work out – he was known to be a womaniser who treated women very badly when he’d finished using them and the impression one gains from Trumpers’ book is that she was either sexually involved with him or gave him the message that she was available for such activities. But Trumpers seems to have given that message out to an awful lot of men around her. She stresses repeatedly that she was ‘pure’, but I think that it would be quite difficult to stay as the driven snow if you carried on like Trumpers. She spent her whole time ingratiating herself to people who seemed to shag anything that moved, she was often well-bladdered and participated in games of strip poker with groups of soldiers. Part of Trumpers’ media appeal was her constant little jokes about being ‘rather naughty’, doing things that she shouldn’t and ‘not being caught’. It was all wrapped up in terms of an elderly lady smoking in places where smoking was banned or swearing in the Lords, but I suspect that old Trumpers did a few things that would have got other people arrested and up in Court…

One of the soldiers with whom Trumpers got pissed and played strip poker was Patrick Telfour Smollett – he was good friends with David Niven. Smollett married Georgina Fox, the daughter of Sir Gifford Fox, MP for Henley. Patrick Smollett stood as a Conservative candidate for Parliament twice but was not elected. He later became Deputy Lieutenant of Dunbartonshire.

Trumpers’ other very good friend at Bletchley was Osla Benning, who was Prince Philip’s first girlfriend. Osla was the goddaughter of Lord Louis Mountbatten. Osla married John Henniker-Major, who later became Lord Henniker.

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog might remember that one of my correspondents has mentioned Lord Henniker a lot. Henniker owned a country estate in Suffolk where in the 1980s children in the care of Islington County Council – which had a paedophile gang operating within it’s children’s homes – were taken on holidays. Peter Righton, a convicted paedophile who was a founding member of PIE and Director of Education at the National Institute for Social Work, lived in a cottage on Henniker’s estate and there were complaints that Righton had abused children there.

For two years Henniker was Assistant Private Secretary to Foreign Secretary Ernest Bevin in Clement Atlee’s post-WWII Labour Gov’t and Henniker then worked in the Personnel Dept of the Foreign Office. The Foreign Office was still reeling from the defections of Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean and was then clobbered by the Suez Crisis in 1956. Relationships between people in the Foreign Office were fraught and there were internal battles taking place. In the 60s Henniker was appointed Ambassador to Jordan and then to Denmark. After this it was suggested that he might become Private Secretary to HM the Queen, but instead in 1968 the Chair of the British Council Lord Bridges appointed Henniker Director of the British Council via ‘an informal mechanism’. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth because the staff at the British Council viewed Henniker as having been imposed upon them by the Foreign Office. Lord Fulton took over as Chair of the British Council and in 1972 forced Henniker to resign. Henniker ‘retired’. Osla was by now very ill and she died in 1974.

Henniker remarried Julia Poland in 1976; in 1980 his father died and Henniker inherited his title and the Suffolk estate. For a while in the late 1980s Henniker was the Lib Dem spokesperson in the Lords. Henniker and Julia revamped the estate in Suffolk, Thornham Magna, in the 80s, turning it into an ‘asset for the community’. In 1985 a field study centre was built there to enable children to study ecology… Henniker received funding for the improvements to the estate from Mid-Suffolk District Council and the Countryside Commission.

After his retirement Henniker was: Deputy Lieutenant of Suffolk; Chair of Suffolk Rural Housing Association; honorary lay Canon, Edmondsbury Cathedral; a member of the Mental Health Tribunal; a member of the Parole Board; a member of, and between 1982-86, Deputy Chair of Toynbee Hall. Lady Julia Henniker sits as a Magistrate in Ipswich and is a churchwarden in Thornham Magna.

Toynbee Hall is a building in Tower Hamlets which was established as a hub of radical social causes by an ancestor of the ‘Guardian’ columnist Polly Toynbee. The aim of the Toynbee Hall projects was to bridge the gap between people of ‘all social and financial backgrounds’. I am sure that Toynbee Hall was established with the best of intentions, but as with so many other things set up generations ago that revolve around influential well-off people working with powerless dispossessed ones, there is potential for exploitation. John Profumo dedicated much of his time to Toynbee Hall after he stepped down from political life. In 1965 the Child Poverty Action Group was founded at a meeting in Toynbee Hall. Sir Nicolas Bratza volunteered at Toynbee Hall’s Free Legal Advice Centre in the 1970s. This blog has already explained how the 1970s and 80s community legal advice centres didn’t touch cases involving organised child sexual abuse or the abuse of mental health patients. Bratzer was President of the European Court of Human Rights, 2011-12. Henniker was heavily involved with Toynbee Hall in the 1980s. Toynbee Hall was the scene of my unfortunate encounter with Lisa Nandy and the Compass Group (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’).

Lord Henniker’s son Mark is now Lord Henniker – he married Lesley Antoinette Foskett. In 2005 the Henniker’s 21 year old son Freddy was found dead in the woods of the estate. Newspaper reports at the time implied that Freddy had been in considerable distress for a while, but no-one suggested why. Freddy’s mother is a former Chair of Suffolk County Council and a former Lib Dem parliamentary candidate.

 

Some years ago, one boy in the care of Suffolk County Council claimed to have been taken to Wrexham and Islington by his carer where he was abused. Complaints were made to the Suffolk Police and Suffolk County Council but no action was taken.

In Oct 2009 Ofsted appointed John Goldup as their Social Care Director. In the 1980s and 90s, Goldup was a senior figure in the children’s dept of Islington Council. Derek Sawyer was the leader of Islington Council in 1992 and was later Chair of the London Regional Courts Board. Sawyer sat on many committees concerning the probation service and criminal justice system in London. Sawyer set up International British Educational Projects with Derek Slade. In 2010 Slade received a 21 year jail sentence for abusing boys between 1978-83 at St George’s School, Suffolk. With the help of Sawyer, Slade established a new ID via the use of a fake passport although Sawyer denied knowingly assisting Slade.

 

Another friend of Trumpers’ was Jean Graham – Trumpers doesn’t tell us anything about Jean Graham other than that ‘everybody in her family was a Duke’.

Although as a child Trumpers’ was led to expect that she would ‘come out’ – not as gay, but at Court and not the sort of Court that those of us who complained about the paedophiles’ friends found ourselves in so often either – Trumpers was just a tiny bit too young to have enjoyed this, although many of Trumpers’ mates came out. Trumpers did have her five minutes though – by the time that Trumpers hit whatever stage in the life-cycle it was when one came out, Trumpers participated in the ‘new style’ coming out, Queen Charlotte’s Ball, which when Trumpers attended in 1941 was held in Grosvenor House, Park Lane.

Trumpers was mates with Al Friendly who became the Editor of the ‘Washington Post’ but sadly shot himself dead many years later when he was in the final stages of cancer. Al Friendly  was the highest ranking American officer at Bletchley Park – so she palled up with him whilst she was stopping Hitler in his tracks.

During World War II Trumpers’ father was the commanding officer of the Marylebone Home Guard. It must have been the most elite Home Guard in Britain – it took in most of the BBC, as well as Harley Street. Trumpers’ dad had a lot of trouble with the Top Doctors when they joined up – in Trumpers’ words ‘any form of togetherness was anathema to them’, because they were ‘used to being the king of their own little world’. So some of us have noticed Trumpers – and if you accidentally discover that they are facilitating a paedophile gang which is supplying boys to Thatcher’s friends and colleagues, they’ll do all that they can to shaft you. Including using unscrupulous people in the Lords…

Trumpers had connections in the world of entertainment. Bud Flanagan and Chesney Allen were also members of the Marylebone Home Guard, as was Vivian Van Damm, the manager of the Windmill Theatre. The Windmill was notorious because it was the only place in town to put on shows involving stark naked young women. Of course Trumpers bends over backwards to emphasise that they may have all been starkers, but absolutely nothing beyond an innocent British saucy giggle went on. However Trumpers admits that the Windmill put on a ‘private show’ for the members of Trumpers’ dad’s Home Guard during which things got a little out of hand and ended with rampant males fighting each other as they scrambled over the seats to gain access to the naked women on stage. Trumpers assures us that she herself did not witness anything untoward.

Some years ago Brown and I along with a senior colleague wrote a paper about the construction of respectability in rural Wales in the mid-twentieth century. Something very noticeable was that when we interviewed older people about their memories of life when they were young, they all knew that some appalling things had happened, but they all claimed that it didn’t happen in their time or on their patch. It was always in another chapel, or in a previous generation, or in another school, or another town. This is almost a necessary strategy if one is living in a small rural community and one will spend one’s whole life there. There has to be ways of negotiating with one’s neighbours and extended family to live with regrettable incidents in ways that enable the community to continue to function.

Likewise Trumpers spent most of her life in situations in which people close to her and indeed all around her were doing things that certainly in that era were considered completely unacceptable. She knew this, she couldn’t have missed it. There was groping and shagging, heavy drinking rendering people vulnerable and incapable, a very high number of her friends were divorced at a time when indeed only the aristocracy were able to get divorced – and everybody had a mistress. Sometimes quite a few at the same time. Amidst all this Trumpers maintains that her undies remained very firmly in place. Trumpers – I don’t believe you and I challenge anyone to read your book and not draw the same conclusion as me. Trumpers’ set weren’t merely progressive, it was one enormous Ugandan discussion.

However I don’t think that Trumpers’ protestations regarding respectability were done for the same reasons that people in a disadvantaged rural Welsh community made the same type of protestations two generations ago.  Trumpers’ lot were telling everyone else what to do and were making and implementing legislation that they certainly didn’t abide by themselves. They did exactly what they wanted – and if the plebs had found out there would have been outrage. In the same way that there would have been if it had become public knowledge that some of Thatcher’s aides were molesting kids who had been trafficked from children’s homes. Or indeed if it became public knowledge that the decision to appoint one of the country’s most serious sex offenders as the manager of a secure hospital had been made by an unelected uneducated aristocrat who was never in danger of encountering a Top Doctor working for the NHS herself, but who nevertheless had been given a Ministerial position in the DHSS because she fancied going into politics. No wonder Edwina took the blame – Edwina had long since left politics and was occupying herself writing bonkbusters and appearing on TV. Trumpers was still sitting in the Lords, among a bunch of others who’d facilitated or concealed paedophilia and the abuse of vulnerable people.

I don’t mind one bit if Trumpers and her mates occupied themselves bedhopping and boozing – but as the Savile appointment and the presence of people like Sir Peter Morrison in Parliament demonstrated, Trumpers et al were making dreadful decisions. Their own circle didn’t escape unscathed. Trumpers mentions a number of suicides – one of which was of a young man who ‘was her dance partner one night’, then turned up to see her the next day and hours later shot himself dead in the Cavalry Club in Piccadilly, of which Trumper’s father was Chairman. WTF???

One of Trumpers’ dad’s friends and a member of his Home Guard was Rowland Baring, the 2nd Earl of Cromer. He was a member of the Baring banking family and was Lord Chamberlain to the Household, 1922-37. (Baring was portrayed in the 2013 ‘Downton Abbey’ Christmas Special.) Rowland Baring’s father, the 1st Earl of Cromer, Evelyn Baring, was quite something. He was the British Counsel General of Egypt during the late 19th century and his policies were representative of the ‘white man’s burden’ school of thought. He was a founding member and President of the League for Opposing Women’s Suffrage. English Heritage have put up a nice blue plaque in Wimpole Street to commemorate his presence on the earth.

The 1st Earl of Cromer’s other son – also called Evelyn – the 1st Baron Howick of Glendale, had a CV as good as his dad’s: he was the Governor of Southern Rhodesia, 1942-44; High Commissioner for Southern Africa, 1944-51; Governor of Kenya, 1952-59. Baring’s time as Governor of Kenya was marked by the Mau Mau uprising. Files only recently released show that in June 1959, Baring passed on a secret memo to Alan Lennox-Boyd, the Secretary of State for the Colonies, written by the Attorney General of Kenya, Eric Griffiths-Jones. The memo had been written for the sight of Baring and it described the abuse of Mau Mau detainees. It is alleged that Baring supplied a covering letter which asserted that inflicting ‘violent shock’ was the only way of dealing with the Mau Mau insurgents. What sort of ‘violent shock’ did Baring have in mind? Well the Imperial forces certainly pushed the boat out – the Mau Mau were castrated, had their nails yanked out, had pins shoved into them, had injuries inflicted upon their genitals, were raped and buggered and at least one of them was roasted alive.

Meanwhile Trumpers danced all night…

There is a nice photo on the web of the Baring whom Trumpers knew with A.L.Rowse and Roger Makins. The photo was taken by Lady Ottoline Morrell – who was alleged to have had a sado-masochistic relationship with Bertrand Russell. The Bertrand Russell who somehow found his way into the asylum in which T.S. Eliot had his wife incarcerated because she was seriously pissing him and his friends off (Virginia Woolf described her as the bag of ferrets around Eliot’s neck) in order to have sex with her. The only surprise is that this wasn’t all going on in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Evelyn Baring was preceded as High Commissioner to South Africa by William Ormsby-Gore, the 4th Baron of Harlech. The Harlech’s owned vast tracts of land in Gwynedd as well as a grand house near Oswestry, which is where until relatively recently the family lived.

William Ormsby-Gore was a Conservative politician and a banker. He was MP for Denbigh Boroughs and later sat for the constituency of Stafford. Ormsby-Gore was Assistant Secretary in the War Cabinet led by PM Lloyd George and was Secretary of State for the Colonies, 1936-38, under Stanley Baldwin. William Ormsby-Gore was Lord Lieutenant of Merionethshire, 1938-57. He died in 1964 and was succeeded by his son David, the 5th Lord Harlech. This is the Lord Harlech that people tend to think of when one refers to Lord Harlech. This Lord Harlech was the Conservative MP for Oswestry, 1950-61. John Biffen succeeded that seat – who incredibly enough came from a farm just down the lane from where I lived as a teenager and who went to school with my father. Unfortunately John Biffen was part of Thatcher’s Cabinet – until he fell out with her – and at one point wrote an article for the Torygraph or something similar explaining how growing up in Somerset and studying history at school in Bridgwater made him a Tory. It certainly never had that effect on me, although I suspect that a lot of people did try very hard to try turn me into a Conservative voter.

Lord Harlech’s sister Katherine Ormsby-Gore married Maurice Macmillan, the son of Harold Macmillan. Lord Harlech was Deputy Lieutenant of Shopshire in 1961 and in the same year became the British Ambassador to the US. He was appointed after JFK was elected President. David Ormsby-Gore already knew JFK from the time that they’d known each other in London – Lord Harlech was distantly related to him anyway. Media reports refer to ‘rumours’ of Lord Harlech having an affair with Jackie Kennedy after JFK’s death – he asked her to marry him in 1968, so I presume that the ‘rumours’ were true. Jackie said no and subsequently married a much richer Greek gentleman. Lord Harlech remained in post under Lyndon B. Johnson and following the election of the Labour Gov’t in 1964. Harlech played a significant role in the Cuban Missile Crisis. After retiring as Ambassador in 1965, Harlech took his seat in the Lords and was briefly Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party. He also founded HTV.

Trumpers’ brother knew Jackie Kennedy was she was young and even turned down the opportunity of a date with her…

Lord Harlech’s first wife Sylvia died in a car accident in 1967 and he  remarried Pamela Colin in 1969. The wedding was attended by Princess Margaret, the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, J.J. Astor and Michael Astor. Then Lord Harlech himself was involved in a serious car accident in 1985 – he was taken to the Royal Shrewsbury Hospital where he died. His funeral was attended by Senator Edward Kennedy, Jackie Onassis and a number of other Kennedys.

The baronetcy was inherited by David Ormsby-Gore’s son Francis. David’s son Julian was the first in line but Julian had shot himself dead in 1974. Readers might have noticed that a lot of unfortunate things happened to the Harlechs. They continued to happen as well. Francis’s sister Alice died of a heroin overdose in 1995. When Alice was younger she had lived with Eric Clapton – it was Clapton who introduced her to the joys of heroin. Clapton later gave it up but Alice didn’t. Eric Clapton now admits that he treated Alice appallingly.

Francis Ormsby-Gore sat as a Tory in the Lords until hereditary peers were removed in 1999. He was a member of the Parliamentary group concerned with the former Yugoslavia. He and his fellow Lords were rash enough to meet with the Bosnian Serb leaders Radovan Karadzic and Ratko Mladic, who were later put on trial for war crimes.

Francis certainly had his own problems. He married Amanda, who is described as a fashion editor. She has worked as a senior stylist with Chanel, worked with John Galliano and Karl Lagerfeld. Francis and Amanda were divorced many years ago and she spent most of her time in Paris. In 2007 the Mail Online ran an article about her ‘being involved with’ Ralph Fiennes. In 1999 Francis ended up selling the ancestral seat at Oswestry because he was short of money – he moved to live on his estate in Gwynedd. He farmed and lived at Talsarnau, near Harlech. Francis and Amanda had two children, Jasset David Cody Ormsby-Gore and Tallulah Ormsby-Gore. Jasset trained at Central St Martins and is a video producer and Tallulah is a model and actress – the Torygraph really loves Tallulah, they’re always featuring her in their fashion articles. It is alleged that Tallulah’s Instagram borders on the pornographic.

Francis developed mental health problems and it is alleged that in 2011 he was sectioned under the Mental Health Act. He also had drink and drugs problems. In 1994 Francis was involved in an incident in which the police found loaded firearms in his car and him drunk at the wheel. He was banned for driving for 22 months and fined £1,400. In 1999 he was fined £1000 for careless driving and failing to stop after an accident. Two months later Francis was fined £300 after being arrested at Crewe station in possession of a wrap of heroin. At one point he spent a year on probation after a drink driving charge. In 2011 Francis was in a car with Tallulah driving in Gwynedd, when he had some sort of panic attack, which caused Tallulah to lose control of the car. She bashed into a car which hit a lamp post. Francis convinced Tallulah to drive off and she was subsequently fined £325.

In 2014 Francis tried to get back into the Lords. He wrote quite a plaintive letter explaining why he thought that he should have a seat. It is alleged that he was very distressed when he was turned down. That’s the Lords which is full to the rafters with the paedophiles’ friends, Trumpers and her mates.

Last year Francis was found dead at his property in Talsarnau. He was only in his early 60s, yet I never heard anything about an investigation into his death.

After Francis died, the media really went to town on the Harlechs. Mail online ran a piece about the ‘curse of the Harlechs’ and marvelled at how many members of this family had met untimely deaths in unpleasant ways. Another piece stated that the Harlech’s were a bunch of self-indulgent hedonists and to demonstrate this reminded everyone that in the 70s the Ormsby-Gores founded a ‘commune’ in Shropshire – this was blamed on their friendship with Sir Mark Palmer, a ‘hippy’ who was a one time Page for HM the Queen and who later founded the model agency ‘English Boy’.

Francis’s friends – the boozing, drug taking, sectionable hippy clearly had some – told a rather different story. They told of a nice man who had led an incredibly distressing life which involved identifying the bodies of three close relatives who had died in dreadful circumstances. Francis’s mates claimed that he had been particularly clobbered by the loss of his seat.

Read one way, the story of the Harlech’s could easily be interpreted as one involving people with a great deal of money who could afford to indulge themselves in ways which were self-destructive. There could well be a lot of truth in that. But the notion that the Harlech’s are so ‘unlucky’ that they must be cursed sets alarm bells going. When I was living in London and complaining about the paedophiles’ friends, all sorts of dreadful things happened to me which I knew were not related to any wrongdoing or cock-ups on my part. It was so obvious that one of my house-mates said at one point ‘God you have the worst luck of anyone I know’. I now have documentary evidence that nearly all those things were a result of the activities of the paedophiles’ friends – as were many of the things that happened to me in the following years and some of the things that happened to my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales. Since I’ve moved to a location where the paedophiles’ friends can’t find me, I live an incredibly peaceful hassle-free life. No cars have tried to run me over, no-one’s tried to set fire to my house and no-one’s tried to poison my dogs or get into my house late at night. No-one’s told my neighbours that I’m mad and a danger to their children, so I don’t have to deal with the fall-out from that either. I haven’t even had my computers stolen by relatives of John McTernan or legal documents stolen from my car. Because the paedophiles’ friends do not know where I am.

What if a member of the Harlech family knew something about a very powerful person or people that a lot of people didn’t want to become public? If someone is subjected to an all out vendetta and hate campaign, it’s not difficult to push them over the edge. Likewise if someone does have a drink or drugs problem, it’s not difficult to pressurise them or simply fail to help them with that problem and watch them end up in a mess. Furthermore if people have these these sorts of problems, it isn’t that difficult to explain even deaths as being a result of their own haplessness. The Harlech’s have the sort of premature mortality rate that the kids in care in north Wales or the psychiatric patients did – the Harlech’s died in the same way as well. They have been killed in car crashes, they have killed themselves, they have died of drug overdoses…Oh – wasn’t it alleged that Francis was sectioned under the Mental Health Act in 2011? Francis lived in north Wales – who was the Top Doctor who sectioned him? And why? We know that psychiatric patients drop like flies in north Wales – they are even found dead inside the mental health units and as long as a few Angels are wheeled out at the inquest to recite the manta of ‘they were a danger to themselves and others’, there’ll be no questions asked as to why another one has bitten the dust in exactly the same unit in exactly the same way as someone else did not so long before.

Francis Harlech sounds to me as though he was actually a very vulnerable man, even if he did have rather more money than his neighbours. Furthermore he was so distressed that he ended up in the hands of the mental health services – that tends not to have a happy ending.

Francis and his siblings when they were young people lived near Oswestry in Shropshire. At that time the North Wales Paedophile Ring – which had links with organised criminals involved with drugs, porn and under-aged prostitution – was going great guns. It spilled over into Cheshire and Shropshire – John Allen, a key figure in the North Wales Paedophile Ring who is at present in prison for serious offences against children, owned children’s homes in Cheshire and Shropshire as well as in north Wales.

Oh – and if Francis had been found with loaded firearms in his car, why wasn’t he prosecuted for that? There are a few things about the accounts of Francis and his alleged actions that don’t add up.

The last thing that I read about the Harlechs was that Jasset, now Lord Harlech, held a huge sale of goods at Bonhams from the estate…

 

There is no end to Trumpers’ connections. She knew Mary, Churchill’s daughter. Mary Churchill later became Lady Mary Soames and is the mother of Fatty Soames, the Tory MP who is a big mate of Prince Charles. Another one of Trumpers’ mother’s friends was Lady Winifred Renshaw, the widow of one of Lord Kitchener’s closest friends. Kitchener was a Freemason. Although that will undoubtedly pale into insignificance against the deaths that he was responsible for. Even the paedophiles’ friends haven’t managed to eliminate people on the scale that Kitchener did.

I mentioned earlier the part that Trumpers’ played in defeating Hitler at Bletchley Park. Not only did Trumpers hate working at Bletchley, but she loathed it so much that she hatched an escape plan. She told Bletchley that her mother had been injured and needed Trumpers to look after her and then Trumpers used her ‘good connections’ to get herself another job -in Paris. Trumpers hit a snag though. At Bletchley her role was that of a ‘registrar’. So she was offered a job in Paris as a registrar – but when she arrived in Paris, Trumpers had to explain to her new employers that she didn’t know what a registrar actually did, because although that had been her job title at Bletchley, everyone knew that she hadn’t actually been a registrar there. So Bletchley was knowingly employing a load of upper class teenagers who didn’t know what they were doing whilst giving them job titles to make them sound rather grander and capable than they were. A bit like the University of Warwick, where research assistants on three months rolling contracts are called research fellows and all the lecturers are called assistant professors. Or they were a few years ago. I was told the other day that things are even worse there now and they’ve introduced zero hours contracts. Not for the Professors in Warwick Business School obviously, but for other people.

Despite not being a registrar, Trumpers had a great time in Paris, having been ‘taken in by an extremely rich friend of my father’. Trumpers found herself invited to parties at the British Embassy, where she bumped into folk like the former Tory MP Duff Cooper and his wife Lady Diana, who was the daughter of the Duke of Rutland. Duff Cooper aka Viscount Norwich was a  Minister in Churchill’s Gov’t in 1940 and Secretary of State for War under Stanley Baldwin. He was the son of Top Doctor Sir Alfred Cooper and Duff’s uncle was married to Louise, the sister of George V and daughter of Edward VII and Queen Alexandra. Duff was known for his boozing, gambling and shagging of people who were not married to him. Diana was quite laid back about this, she knew that he’d always come back so she was unconcerned. Diana was, before marrying Duff, Lady Diana Manners. Diana’s parents were rather put out when she married Duff – not because of the boozing, gambling and shagging, but because they were hoping that she’d marry the Prince of Wales. She didn’t do very well for herself in the end, she only bagged a Cabinet Minister and friend of Churchill. Duff, Diana and their mates such as Raymond Asquith, the son of Prime Minister H.H. Asquith, were part of the set known as The Coterie. They hard a rather rougher time than Trumpers and co – most of the male members of The Coterie were killed in WWI.

Duff’s niece Enid was David Cameron’s grandmother.

Duff had a number of children, but his only legitimate child was John Julius Norwich, who pops up on Radio 4 and was for many years a member of the Executive Committee of the National Trust. He is also Patron of the SHARE community, which provides vocational training for disabled people. John Julius is the father of Allegra Huston, who was the daughter of his affair with Enrica Soma, the wife of film director John Huston.

Diana Cooper might have married below her but she remained on good terms with the best – she was friends with the Duke and Duchess of Windsor as Edward and Mrs Simpson came to be known. It was the cousins of one of Trumpers’ male friends who put Mrs Simpson up in the south of France when she did a runner, so Trumpers got to meet them. On the occasion that Trumpers dropped in they had one of their friends there – a Nancy Mitford.

In 1945 Trumpers’ friend from Bletchley Park, Sally, married Bill Astor – on the grounds that he was a Parliamentary candidate in need of a wife. Sally rather let the side down by failing to produce an heir on demand – she had a series of miscarriages but finally gave birth to William in 1951 after staying in bed for seven months during the pregnancy. Bill divorced her two years later and Sally subsequently married Lieutenant Col Thomas Baring.

In 1946 Trumpers’ other close friend Osla married Henniker.

In 1948 Trumpers returned to London – that year her friend Sue married Charles Graham, ‘heir to a baronetcy in Cumberland’.

Although Trumpers’ family famously lost everything in the Wall Street crash, not only did Trumpers’ mum manage to buy herself a ten bedroomed house a few years later, but when Trumpers returned from Paris, her mum purchased her a flat on Grosvenor Crescent Mews in Knightsbridge – just behind St George’s Hospital! Trumpers’ flatmates were Pempe, the daughter of Anthony Crossley, a Conservative MP and Mary Cobb, who’s father was also an MP.

The Duke of Westminster owns most of the property in that part of London.

At this stage in her life Trumpers noted that all the friends that she’d known at Bletchley were ‘now married so I had to be rather careful’.

Trumpers had another go at her version of working for a living when she was back in London. She secured a job in Peter Jones, but was sacked for theft. Not that Trumpers did steal anything but somebody else came in daily whilst she was working there and they made off with the stolen goods. Trumpers was most cross about being wrongly accused – which I can understand, but Trumpers didn’t work out that although she wasn’t actually the thief, she was rather culpable. The thief, a young woman, had walked in every morning and Trumpers had handed over the goodies. Anyway, Trumpers’ parents had a word with Peter Jones so perhaps that’s why Trumpers didn’t end up in Court.

Trumpers observes that in later life when she was a Baroness, she invited the Dirctors of Peter Jones to tea at the Lords – it’s ‘a lovely weapon to have up your sleeve’. Yes it even gets you off the hook when you’ve given an unqualified serial sex offender and paedophile a job as the manager of a psychiatric hospital, given him the keys to every room in the place, let him park a caravan in the grounds in which he molested patients and visitors and let him wander around calling himself ‘Dr Savile’.

The circumstances of Trumpers’ inviting the directors of Peter Jones to tea at the Lords is worth relating. Trumpers had been shopping in Peter Jones and purchased some jewellery that she then decided that she didn’t want to pay that price for – after she’d got it home. So she took it back to Peter Jones and ordered them to drop the price – it wasn’t damaged or substandard in any way, Trumpers just decided that she wanted a price reduction. Peter Jones refused. Trumpers went ape. She kicked up the most enormous stink, let it be known that she had a seat in the Lords and demanded the presence of the directors at the Lords ‘for tea’. On the big day, Trumpers didn’t only organise the tea – and I bet she didn’t even fucking pay for that – but she commandeered an ‘interview room’ in the Lords and laid out all the pieces of jewellery that she’d ever purchased in the room and frog marched the directors of Peter Jones around the room before feeding them what I suspect was the tax-payer funded tea. Just to let them know how much dosh she had – despite having lost everything many years before – and presumably what a valuable Baroness of a customer they’d be losing if they didn’t refund her money on a perfectly good piece of jewellery that she had willingly purchased at the agreed price.

Trumpers then marvelled that the next time that she went shopping in Peter Jones, they grovelled with the best – they called her a taxi, they carried her bags out and stood in the right spot until the taxi arrived with an umbrella over Trumpers’ bags of goods so the goods didn’t get wet whilst Trumpers sheltered in the shop out of the rain. Trumpers pondered on the fact that Peter Jones had been so unpleasant over the theft business when she’d worked for them as a young woman but so helpful when she went shopping there after letting them all know that she was stinking rich and a member of the Lords.  Fancy the same company treating the same person in two such different ways – Trumpers was mystified.

Despite not being a registrar and leaving a menial job with Peter Jones under a substantial cloud, Trumpers then rocked up working for a Tory MP, Viscount Hinchingbroke. Trumpers notes that when she worked for him, he wasn’t a real lord – he was in those days merely the heir to the Earl of Sandwich. When he did inherit he was 62 and had to give up his seat in the Commons, so in 1964 he disclaimed his title. By the time that Trumpers was in the Lords herself, Hinch – as the world called him – was plain old Victor Montagu.

Hinch was the MP for south Dorset and Private Secretary to Stanley Baldwin, 1932-34. He joined the Monday Club in 1964. Hinch was gay but nonetheless married Rosemary Peto, the goddaughter of Queen Maud of Norway. Rosemary left Hinch for another woman and they were divorced in 1958. Hinch married again to Ann, daughter of the 9th Duke of Devonshire, although that marriage was annulled. In 2015 files on Montagu which had been kept closed for more than 40 years were released and it was revealed that although Hinch had admitted indecently assaulting a boy regularly between 1970-72, he had been let off with a caution, after both the police and the DPP refused to take any further action. The DPP making the decision was Sir Norman Skelhorn QC – who was also the DPP who ruled out any prosecution of Cyril Smith in 1970. The boy involved in the Hinch case told the police that Hinch had not only taken him to London but was planning to take him to Switzerland – Hinch confirmed this to the police. Despite his interest in male children, Hinch had children of his own. His younger son, Robert Montagu, has publicly claimed that Hinch sexually abused him on a near daily basis between the ages of seven and eleven. Robert says that he knows ten other people who were sexually abused by his father and he believes that there may be many more. There are clues that the local people living near Hinch knew that he didn’t always conduct himself as would be expected – interestingly enough, at the time that Hinch was merely cautioned for repeatedly indecently assaulting a boy over a period of years, a police officer working on the case observed that the village was totally dependent upon the Montagu estate for employment.

When Trumpers began working for the paedophile she was delighted to find herself among old friends – Lloyd George’s political staff, whom she had known when she pretended to be working as a landgirl in Churt, were back in the House working for Megan, Lloyd George’s daughter, who was now an MP.

Other friends of Trumpers’ were Hugh Rocksavage  aka the Earl of Rocksavage and his girlfriend Lavinia. They married at Cholmondeley – one of the families houses -near Nantwich in Cheshire. The family also owned a pile in Norfolk. Hugh’s father was the Marquess of Cholmondeley – his mother was a Sassoon and his maternal grandmother was a Rothschild (Trumpers is acutely aware of the family trees of her aristocrat pals). Hugh was also a descendent of Robert Walpole, Britain’s first PM.

In 1968 Hugh became the Marquess of Cholmondeley. The Cholmondeleys entertained Princess Margaret and others in Cheshire. In the mid-80s the family turned the estate’s chapel into a concert venue – it’s a magnet for opera buffs and ensembles from Glyndebourne made appearances there. Hugh was Lord Great Chamberlain, a role which his own son David – now the Marquess of Cholmondeley himself – inherited in 1990. Trumpers observed that Lavinia didn’t manage to hatch an heir until 1960 – she kept letting the side down by giving birth to girls. David cut his teeth with regard to ludicrous roles with the Royal household at a young age – in 1974 when he was 14 he became a Page of Honour to HM the Queen.

The Cholmondeley’s house in Cheshire is mentioned in Gyles Brandreth’s autobiography. Gyles mentions a do at Cholmondeley which he, Neil and Christine Hamilton and other members of the City of Chester Conservative Association attended. Gyles admits that all these people knew that Sir Peter Morrison, the then MP for Chester, was molesting under-aged boys and that they openly gossiped about it. This was during the years when the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring was causing havoc. Gerald Cavendish, the Duke of Westminster and Prince Charles’s friend, was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association at the time. For details of Tory life in Cheshire whilst Morrison molested kids in care in north Wales see post ‘I Want Serious Money Now Please’.  Trumpers doesn’t mention socialising with Cavendish in her book, but I’m pretty sure that she would have – she couldn’t have resisted a toadying opportunity like that; the Duke of Westminster owned most of Belgravia and it was he who had built the block of flats which Trumpers’ later lived in.

Lavinia, Hugh’s wife – then widow – became President of the North West Division of the NSPCC in 1960 and remained in that role until her death in 2015. Some of those involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were involved with the NSPCC. Savile supported the NSPCC. The ‘Helpline’ which was established to ‘support’ the victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales when they gave evidence at one of the police investigations into that gang was set up by the NSPCC. The manager of the Helpline was a social worker who was a colleague of the paedophiles and the supervisor of the Helpline was the former safeguarding officer of the children’s service in which the paedophiles had operated. At least one person ‘supported’ by the Helpline was found dead whilst they were being supported.

Lavinia was the Vice-President of the Cheshire Agricultural Society – Gyles mentions accompanying Sir Peter Morrison to one of their events.

Lavinia was a busy bee – she was also Patron of St Luke’s Hospice in Cheshire since it’s formation. St Luke’s was the result of the efforts of Harold Hassall the former footballer and Jim Littlemore. The hospice was opened in 1988 by Charles and Di. In the early 1990s it received financial support from the local Health Authority and between 2002-06 St Luke’s entered into a partnership with the local PCT and Macmillan Cancer Support. Cheshire Hospices Education – a training scheme – was set up and between 2007-09 a research programme with the Universities of Liverpool and Lancaster was established. Between 2010-13 the hospice was engaged with the PCT and Cheshire East. It also received funding from Dementia Care UK.

At present, one of the Vice-Presidents of St Luke’s is Fiona Bruce, the Conservative MP for Congleton. Fiona is a lawyer and studied at Chester College of Law in either the late 70s or early 80s. So she’ll have known about the corruption on the Chester and Wales Circuit and will have been at Chester College with many of the people who later worked on that Circuit. Fiona’s own practice, Fiona Bruce and Co, was set up in 1988 and is based in Warrington. Which is the location of Risley Remand Centre – so she’ll have known about the abuse of remand prisoners (many of which were former kids in care or psychiatric patients from north Wales) and the corruption within that institution then.

In April 2015, a new part of St Luke’s opened, a facility near Sandbach, Winterley Grange. Winterley Grange was opened by Phil Redmond, the Liverpudlian who made his name as the producer of the soap opera ‘Brookside’. A man with many links to the paedophiles’ friends, the former Greater Manchester police officer John Stalker, was for a while a scriptwriter for Brookside (see posts ‘ Top of the Cops’ and ‘A Stalker’s Network’ for more information on John Stalker and his mates). Stalker lived in Cheshire – as did George Carman, the corrupt barrister who had connections with the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

Bill and Julie Holroyd, ‘businesspeople, investors and philanthropists’, also attended the opening of Winterley Grange. Bill was appointed Deputy Lieutenant in 2008 and High Sheriff of Cheshire in 2015. Bill Holroyd and many of his associates are involved with Bolton Lads and Girls Club.

Lavinia was also involved with the North West Cancer Research Fund. The North West Cancer Fund has been discussed on the Welsh political blogosphere recently, after somebody pointed out that it has a very heavy presence in the far corners of north west Wales, despite the fund being entirely concerned with activities in the north west of England. Successful research is of course transnational, but it is certainly interesting that the North West Cancer Fund has indeed colonised Gwynedd. I’ll be investigating this further – the Third sector has been completely corrupted and the University of Liverpool’s Top Doctors have been responsible for much of the toxicity of the NHS in north Wales, so there may well have been some very dirty dealings to ensure that the North West Cancer Fund gained a foothold in Gwynedd.

Hugh and Lavinia’s son David married Rose Hanbury, a fashion model. Rose’s gran was a bridesmaid at the wedding of HM the Queen and Prince Philip. Rose’s twin babies were born in 2009 – they were very premature and Rose was taken to Queen Charlotte’s Hospital in London where she was monitored for two weeks before the twins’ birth. The Countess of Chester Hospital has recently been in the news after it was revealed that care was shite and that over the last few years a number of babies had died unnecessarily – a police investigation into the deaths was launched earlier this year. There have been problems with the care of mothers and babies at the Countess of Chester for many, many years and mothers in the know ensured that they did not give birth there. Of course none of this was publicised so mothers who weren’t in the know were reassured that ‘of course it’ll all be alright dear’ by the Top Doctors and risked the necks of themselves and their babies at the Countess of Chester, sometimes with catastrophic consequences. I presume that the Cholmondeleys knew that the Countess of Chester Hospital was dangerous which is why their own high risk pregnancy and delivery was managed by Queen Charlotte’s. I don’t blame them one bit – I wouldn’t book myself into the Countess of Chester if I were pregnant – but they didn’t warn anybody else, despite Lavinia’s connections to the world of healthcare and the Top Doctors.

David Cholmondeley is a film maker!

Another aristocratic family with whom Trumpers had links were located in north Wales. In 1948 Trumpers’ friend Shirley Morgan – the daughter of novelists Charles Morgan and Hilda Vaughan – married Henry Paget, the Marquess of Anglesey – so Trumpers’ mate became a Marchioness. Trumpers noted that Henry’s family owned most of Anglesey – the family seat is Plas Newydd. Henry Paget was the partner of Trumpers’ pal Sally Norton before Sally married Bill Astor.

The Henry who married Shirley was the 7th Marquess – his father, the 6th Marquess, was Lord Chamberlain to Queen Mary. Henry’s mother was Lady Victoria Manners, daughter of the Duke of Rutland. Who will have been something to do with Trumpers’ other pal, Duff Copper’s wife, Lady Diana Manners.

It is of course a standing joke that the Royal family and British aristocracy are all highly inbred, but I didn’t realise to what extent that allegation was true until I began researching Trumpers and her friends. It really is a very small gene pool. But which group of people in the UK get flak from the Top Doctors and the media for daring to marry their cousins? South Asians in Bradford of course. In popular culture rude comments with regard to inbreeding are made about people from Somerset and Norfolk. I heard middle class people in north Wales level the same allegations about people from Anglesey – but they weren’t talking about the Marquess and his family, they were of course talking about the council house people and their ilk. Talking of subsidised accommodation, Plas Newydd was given to the National Trust in 1976, although Henry Paget and the family continued to live there.

Henry was a Conservative peer, but he never actually spoke in the Lords and only voted once. Henry was President of the National Museum of Wales, 1962-67; Vice-Chair of the Welsh Committee of the National Trust – so Henry was his own landlord then – and Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd, 1983-89.

Dame Shirley Paget was Press Secretary to Gladwyn Jebb in the Foreign Office pre-WWII; President of the Federation of Women’s Institutes, 1966-69; Board Member of the British Council, 1985-95; Chair of Broadcasting Complaints Commission, 1987-91.

Henry was a close friend of Kyffin Williams, the well-known artist who lived on Anglesey for many years. I note that Michael Mansfield’s memoir mentions that Mansfield was taught art at school by Kyffin – the radical Mansfield who ignored any cases related to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal or Westminster Paedophile Ring (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’).

When the newly wed Charles and Di visited Bangor I was told that they stayed the night at the Marquess of Anglesey’s place. There was a bit of trouble concerning that particular Royal Visit, with rude anti-Royal slogans being daubed on the council offices the night before, so someone had to paint over them – so there were the council offices partially repainted with a shade of paint that very obviously didn’t match the paintwork on the rest of the building as Charles and Di walked past. Then there was another diplomatic incident which involved a group of Welsh language students concealing themselves in some trees and dropping out of the trees as the Royal Couple approached, waving banners at them with slogans painted on them saying ‘Go Home English Prince’ and ‘Go Home Jug Ears’. Poor Di quailed and actually looked quite frightened, although to be fair to Charles he carried on mingling and actually chatted to the folk in the crowd and the students who weren’t yelling abuse at him, rather than spending his time hobnobbing with the bunch of grandiose idiots from the Council and the Mayor, who actually tried to steer him and Di away from the crowd that had turned out to see them. This was the only time that I ever saw Di and I noticed that she was very thin and was wearing a lot of make-up, particularly blusher. A press release later explained that Di was suffering from morning sickness – William was in the very early stages of gestation at the time. We now know that Di was suffering from an eating disorder, was incredibly unhappy and was chucking herself down the stairs at the Palace in distress.

Henry Paget held a number of roles with the Anglesey Conservative Association. So it will have been Henry who had something to do with their desire to snare Ann Widdecombe as the Parliamentary candidate for Anglesey, although Widdecombe had absolutely no knowledge of north Wales let alone Anglesey at all and very little interest (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). Henry will also have known something about the candidate whom they did select and who later became the Tory MP for Anglesey, Keith Best. Best was a barrister who failed to assist when I asked him for help when I first came under attack from the paedophiles’ friends and who unbeknown to me occupied a role in the Welsh Office with was orchestrating the cover-up of the paedophile ring and associated criminal activities anyway. Best was involved in a car crash in which his research assistant was killed whilst Best was driving but not much happened about that and was later jailed for fraud after working a fiddle involving multiple applications for shares. Best didn’t spend long in prison, somehow he managed to secure a very early release. Best was an MP who wanted to get tough on crime – in fact I think that he supported the return of capital punishment. Just like Ann Widdecombe did.

I used to know someone who did voluntary work at Plas Newydd. This person was a Hergest patient who, as with so many, just never recovered from a serious mental illness. They would begin to make a recovery – which was when they would be working at Plas Newydd – but within a few weeks they’d relapse and would be sectioned again. This was always blamed on a recurring mental illness. Which might have been present, but I was good friends with this person and I knew something that the other patients didn’t – that as soon as they began to recover and begin work, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) would alter their medication and within weeks they’d be seriously ill again. This person grew up in north Wales and lived in London during their twenties, in the late 1980s. They used to tell me about a sexual relationship that they’d had with a well-known figure who over the last few years has been the subject of a number of allegations of rather unacceptable conduct. My friend from the Hergest Unit had a breakdown in London and was sent back to Ysbyty Gwynedd for ‘care’ by Top Doctors in London. My friend’s ambition was always to return to London to live and work once more, but the well-known person and his friends didn’t seem to want my friend back down there. Not that it happened anyway – because every time my friend recovered and took up their voluntary work at Plas Newydd as a route back into paid work in an effort to wave good-bye to service userdom, Tony Francis would start altering the medication…

Henry Paget died in 2013 and his son Lord Uxbridge succeeded him.

 

Trumpers’ family got a bit worried about her by the 1950s because she hadn’t yet bagged a posh rich man. Trumpers herself didn’t seem to be too bothered about this, she carried on boozing, clubbing, visiting rich friends in their stately homes at weekends and not being very successful at menial jobs which she secured through her connections.

In 1952 Trumpers set sail for America. One of the passengers on the boat with Trumpers was a Shirley Brittan Caitlin. Trumpers couldn’t stand her. Neither can I – not that I have ever met Shirley on a boat, I only know her as the dreadful Shirley Williams, friend of Dr Death and member of the Gang of Four. Trumpers didn’t like Shirley because she was too intellectual – rather than because she colluded with her mate Dr Death who trashed the Labour Party and undoubtedly knew about the paedophiles’ friends and the Top Doctors role in protecting them but used that knowledge to his own advantage (see post ‘Dr Death’).

When Trumpers arrived in America it was business as usual. Her brother – who had married the daughter of a well-known Connecticut lawyer and was living in America himself – got her a job in an advertising agency using his contacts. Trumpers set about making friends with ‘the poshest doctor in New York’, a Dr Neergaard. Trumpers had back problems and Dr Neergaard was so charmed by Trumpers that he treated her free of charge for an extended period of time.

On one occasion Trumpers was invited to a party where poofs were present, which she found so distressing that she left early instead of dancing all night.

Despite the upset with the poofs, Trumpers was not deterred from her networking social activities. She was introduced to Walter Annenberg, ‘a billionaire’, who was in the 1960s appointed as the US Ambassador to the Court of St James by Richard Nixon. Annenberg was the man who introduced Thatcher to Reagan. Trumpers made friends with the daughter of Kline, the Kline of Smith, Kline and French, the enormous and extremely ruthless drug company; she dined with Senator McCarthy and made friends with John Lindsay, who later became the Mayor of New York.

Then, incredibly, love came Trumpers way – or it might have been love, as opposed to the usual ruthless befriending of the rich and powerful. In 1952 Trumpers met Alan Barker, a master at Eton who was in America on a fellowship at Yale and Trumpers was smitten.

As I researched Trumpers, I kept wondering why she had bagged a teacher with academic interests as opposed to one of the stinking rich aristocrats whom she had knocked about with all of her life. My confusion regarding this just shows why Trumpers has the midas touch and I don’t. As I read more about Trumpers’ later life, it clicked – EVERYONE whom Trumpers thought it worth knowing had been to Eton. Including the Prime Ministers – except for Thatch of course – and the other towering political figures of 20th century Britain who were so helpful to Trumpers when she fancied a seat in the Lords and then a career in Gov’t. The alumni from public schools stick together – and Trumpers secured her position at the heart of the most prestigious powerful network of the lot. Trumpers hadn’t gone to Eton – she couldn’t, being female – so she married into it.

Trumpers’ engagement to Barker – as she always referred to him – was announced in the ‘New York Herald’ and ‘New York Times’. Trumpers’ mum felt let down by Trumpers’ engagement photographs though – Trumpers’ mum had wanted to put her in ‘Country Life’, but Trumpers’ choice of outfit for her engagement photos made that impossible (how I do not know, I doubt that Trumpers had purchased an Ann Summers French Maid outfit for the occasion). Trumpers borrowed a tiara from her mate Sally. The tiara in question is now in the possession of Samantha, David Cameron’s wife – Samantha Cameron is the step-daughter of Sally and Bill’s son William Astor.

Trumpers and Barker returned to London and were married in the Chapel of the Royal Hospital, Chelsea. Once more no-one knows HOW – Trumpers somehow obtained special permission, although there had only ever been one wedding allowed in there previously and that had been centuries before.

Thus Trumpers became the wife of master at Eton, although Barker also had a history fellowship at Queens College Cambridge. When Barker was teaching at Eton, not only were the boys there still flogged by masters – although Barker himself didn’t seem to do this – but pupils had ‘beating rights’ over other pupils. Trumpers observes in her book that ‘it doesn’t seem to have hurt anybody’.

The novelist Edward St Aubyn was famously raped by his father on a regular basis between the ages of three and eight years. His father was Roger St Aubyn, a Top Doctor (registered with the Royal College of Physicians and a member of the Royal College of Surgeons). Roger was an old Etonian. Roger St Aubyn was violently sexually abusive to his wife, Edward’s mother, and was also known to have sexually abused at least one girl. Roger St Aubyn was friendly with two psychoanalysts, the parents of the dreadfully bumptious TV psychologist Oliver James. The St Aubyn and James families were good mates for years. Both families knew Arthur Koestler, who raped Michael Foot’s wife as a young woman. Donald Astor, the owner of the ‘Observer’, was networked into the whole lot of them. As a young adult Edward St Aubyn was so traumatised that by the time he arrived at Oxford he was a heroin addict. At one point he overdosed and ended up in Charing Cross Hospital. At Oxford Edward was friends with Nigella Lawson – who’s dad at that time was a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t – and his childhood friend Oliver James. Edward’s friends knew about his heroin problem and his vile father. Oliver James’s parents – one of whom had been analysed themselves by Anna Freud – took on Edward as a client. Roger St Aubyn died in 1985 and it was after that that Edward St Aubyn wrote about what Roger had done to him when he was a child. No-one mentioned it until then – but the friends of the family all knew. Anyone still fancy listening to Oliver James bollocking on about ‘affluenza’ and the ‘Dark Triad’ on the BBC as he advises the nation on parenting?

The older son of Di’s brother Earl Spencer is Edward St Aubyn’s godson. That’s the Earl Spencer who spoke so movingly about his beloved sister at her funeral, who was just so livid at her mistreatment by Charles et al whilst she was in the grip of an eating disorder. Earl Spencer knows all about eating disorders. His first wife Victoria Lockwood was severely anorexic – Earl Spencer wasn’t very nice to Victoria and he used to make jokes about her being ‘thick but thin’. He eventually divorced her – after she’d done the obligatory breeding bit – which must have been quite a relief for Victoria.

Barker’s friend and fellow history master at Eton – who became head of history there – was Giles St Aubyn. Any relation Trumpers?

Barker’s most favourite bestest pupil throughout his years at Eton was a Douglas Hurd. Douglas maintained a friendship with his old history teacher – and Trumpers – until Barker died.

Barker aspired to become head of Eton and Trumpers was pretty desperate for this to happen as well. It was not to be. Trumpers doesn’t go into details, but there are references in Trumpers’ book to Barker having caused problems at Eton, to him having enemies there and having become involved in politicking and colluding which had made him even more unpopular.

In 1958 Barker was appointed head of The Leys School, Cambridge – he remained head until 1975. The Leys wasn’t Eton but it certainly wasn’t Grange Hill. It is favoured by academics at Cambridge – Stephen Hawking sent his son there – and former old pupils from Barker’s time as head include Amschel Rotchschild, both the former and present King of Tonga, Christopher and Peter Hitchens and the King of Bahrain. Trumpers mentions the Kings of Tonga and Bahrain in her book – obviously the Hitchens brothers weren’t worth remembering.

Trumpers had a high old time at The Leys, although the accommodation was a bit substandard (the accommodation at Eton was very substandard, Trumpers wasn’t at all impressed). When Barker took over at The Leys, he discovered that one of their most high profile old boys, J. Arthur Rank, had fallen out with the previous regime. So Barker and Trumpers got to work toadying to him, to tempt him – and his money – back. Trumpers persuaded a whole list of high profile people to visit The Leys – the Duchess of Kent, the Queen Mother (twice), the PM of Singapore and Ted Heath. In fact Ted Heath launched his 1970 General Election campaign from the playing fields of The Leys – as opposed to the playing fields of Eton. Trumpers won’t have worried about this blatant bit of propaganda, because she was by then Chair of the local Conservative Party. Ted subsequently invited Barker and Trumpers to No 10 for dinner.

Trumpers certainly knew how to pick her friends. In 1971 she offered the school’s hospitality to the Home Secretary Reginald Maudling when he was in town to address the Cambridge University Conservative Association. At the time Maudling was in the middle of the Rudi Dutschke scandal. Rudi Dutschke – who later helped found the German Green Party – was in the UK recovering after an assassination attempt and Maudling was deporting him. No-one else in Cambridge was prepared to touch Reggie Maudling with a barge pole, but Trumpers maintained that this was a ‘free speech’ issue so was happy to entertain Reggie. Whether she put him up again after he resigned in the wake of his business associate John Poulson being investigated by the Met Trumpers does not relate.

Reggie did definitely attend one of Trumpers’ exclusive dinner parties. Along with Peter Thorneycroft, Frank Lee ‘and all the wives’. Frank Lee was a former Permanent Secretary at the Treasury and Thorneycroft was  Tory barrister who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Harold Macmillan, 1957-58. In 1964 Thorneycroft was appointed Secretary of State for Defence. He lost his seat in 1966 – not that it mattered, he was given a peerage in 1967. Thorneycroft was Chairman of the Tory Party, 1975-81. It was Thorneycroft who employed Saatchi and Saatchi to manage the Tories 1979 General Election campaign.

Trumpers remained friends with Michael Edwards whom she knew from her days in New York – Edwards was running US lines, a shipping company. Trumpers had also managed to make friends with the Belgian Ambassador. Another friend was David Montagu, later Lord Swaythling. Although Swaythling ended up in the Lords, he rarely spoke. Swaythling was: Chairman of Samuel Montagu and Co (the family banking business); Chair and CEO of Orion Bank; Director of  J. Rothschilds Holdings; Chairman of Rothschilds International plc; a member of the Board of Banking Supervision of the Bank of England; a founding Director of LWT; a Director of the Daily Telegraph. Montagu’s son Charles married Angela Rawlinson, daughter of Lord Peter Rawlinson. Rawlinson was Solicitor-General under Macmillan in 1962 and Attorney General under Heath, 1970-74. Rawlinson offered his resignation with regard to the Profumo scandal, but it was declined.

Trumpers was also friends with the Adeanes, ‘local landowners’. Lord Michael Adeane was the grandson of the Private Secretary to Queen Victoria and George V. Michael Adeane carried on the family tradition by acting as Assistant Private Secretary to George VI, 1945-52. Working as a Courtier is of course a hereditary trait, so naturally Adeane’s son Edward found himself as Private Secretary to Prince Charles 1979-85. He’d started toadying many years previously – he was Page of Honour to HM the Queen, 1954-56. Between 1960-61 Adeane had been a Plebiscite Supervisor in Southern Cameroon. He was by profession a barrister who specialised in libel and worked in this field between 1962-79. In 1975 he successfully defended Harold Wilson’s right hand woman Marcia Falkender when she was accused of forging Wilson’s signature. Adeane also acted for Marlene Dietrich. Edward Adeane was one of the courtiers whom the Princess of Wales didn’t like and didn’t trust. So that’s obviously why he was appointed as her Private Secretary in 1984. There was much trouble in the Royal household during the Di years and a lot of it swirled around Adeane. Adeane seemed to blame everyone else – Diana was mad, Charles wouldn’t listen to Adeane’s excellent advice and that’s why there was chaos. Adeane resigned in 1985 and returned to the Bar, after falling out with Charles. Nevertheless, Adeane continued to accompany the Queen mum on her grouse shoots.

Adeane was a Director of Hambros Bank, of Guardian Royal Exchange Assurance, of Hambros Channel Islands Trust Corps Ltd and Scottish Investors plc.

Adeane ‘never married’, but had a male ‘companion’, Brent Snape.

 

Throughout the fifties and sixties Trumpers enjoyed herself visiting her rich friends in their stately homes at the weekends. Her regular haunts were – Combermore Abbey in Shropshire (the home of the Crossleys), Cholmondeley in Cheshire (the home of the Cholmondeleys) and the various estates which belonged to the Astors – their estate on Jura, their place at Bletchingdon Park and Cliveden. Yes, Cliveden. Not only that, but Trumpers was where the action was at Cliveden.

I have mentioned that one of Trumpers’ closest friends Sally Norton married Bill Astor. Bill was the 3rd Viscount Astor, son of Nancy Astor, Tory MP for Fulham East, then Wycombe – after that he took his seat in the Lords. Tumpers canvassed for Bill Astor in the 1945 General Election. Although Bill and Sally divorced in 1953, Trumpers continued to visit Bill Astor. She knew his second wife Philippa whom he divorced in 1960 and Trumpers also knew Astor’s third wife Bronwen. Astor was married to Bronwen when the Profumo scandal erupted. Trumpers had been a weekender at Cliveden throughout the whole time that the scandal brewed and then became public. Trumpers’ book mentions that she met Stanley Spencer the artist at Cliveden and that she also met Stephen Ward. Trumpers saw in the New Year of 1962 at Cliveden. By this time, the shagging that led to the scandal had already taken place – Profumo and Christine Keeler met in 1961. Trumpers was there throughout. Of course Trumpers remembers to state in her book that she ‘didn’t know’ about Christine Keeler and Mandy Rice-Davies. Yet Trumpers remembers dining at Cleveden with a ‘girl’ who asked for some more of ‘those fucking potatoes’. Bill told Trumpers sometime after this incident with the potatoes that it had cost him a lot of money to ‘get rid of’ that girl. Did Trumpers imagine that swearing at the dining table enabled one to blackmail one’s host?

There was another visitor to Cliveden at this time – HM the Queen. Trumpers noted that when the Queen came to tea with them all at Cliveden ‘the less presentable young ladies’ were ‘kept out of the way’. Where were they – upstairs in bed with the Cabinet Ministers and the KGB officers?

Trumpers remembers that Bronwen was the daughter of a judge. Bronwen’s daughter married George Case in 1990. Who he? Bronwen left Cliveden and moved to Tuesley Manor, Godalming in Surrey, where she opened her house to the homeless. She also trained as a psychotherapist.

Trumpers’ take on the Profumo affair is that she felt very sorry for Bill. No problem there, I feel sorry for my friends when they land in a slurry pit. However Trumpers certainly had the blinkers on – she maintained that the press made Bill out to be ‘dirty’ which he wasn’t, he was ‘an innocent host’. He might have been your mate Trumpers, but you knew damn well that he was paying swearing girls to go away and hiding the Russians and the prostitutes from Lilibet when she dropped in for afternoon tea. Trumpers doesn’t tell us whether she felt sorry for Stephen Ward who was the scapegoat for the whole business and was later found dead. Trumpers tells us that she remained loyal to poor Bill. Well Bill was the one who had the peerage and the country estates. Staying loyal to poor Bill might well have included Trumpers remaining very firmly silent about a great many things that the press at the time would have paid her good money to talk about – there’ll have been a lot of people in a lot of high places who will have been indebted to Trumpers for her silence…

As with Jimmy Savile and Broadmoor, Trumpers’ name has been air-brushed out of the history of Cliveden. Other people who were having group sex with Ministers and Russian spies/afternoon tea/dinner at Cliveden at the time have had their names bandied around in public for deacdes, but not Trumpers. I only found out because she’s been daft enough to write this book. Neither was any of this mentioned in the retirement tributes to Trumpers – we were simply told that she’d danced all night and defeated Hitler.

Meanwhile, in Cambridge, Trumpers became more deeply involved in local Cambridge life and politics.

Trumpers tells us that she always received a first class service from the vet at Cambridge University – because she had persuaded a rich friend of hers to donate a great deal of money to fund a veterinary fellowship at Cambridge.

In 1995 Trumpers was made an honorary member of the British Veterinary Association.

Trumpers also became involved with Good Works. A lot of women of Trumpers’ class and generation did this and some of them were no doubt very genuine – but we’re talking Trumpers here.

In the late 50s Trumpers became the Governor of a mother and baby home. Trumpers maintained that the woman who ran the home was a ‘good woman but stern’. The girls ‘usually had no education and no background and couldn’t really stand up to someone like her’. The mothers gave birth in the home, whereupon their babies were immediately removed for adoption. Ah so that was what the poorly educated not at all affluent girls couldn’t stand up to – the removal of their babies, obviously against their wishes… Trumpers mentions that at the time East Anglia contained many Air Force and Army bases and she thinks that might be why there was such a high rate of illegitimacy in Cambridge. So the servicemen were knocking up the local girls – the vulnerable ones – and when they got pregnant, enter Trumpers and the mother and baby home to provide the solution. Whether the pregnant girls wanted it or not. Did Trumpers go along to the Forces bases with a supply of condoms? Or have a word with the commanding officers? Probably not…

Trumpers mentions that there were children in Cambridgeshire who knew that they had brothers and sisters who had been taken away. Which suggests that the women who had their babies kidnapped by Trumpers and co weren’t even keeping it a secret – could they perhaps have been very upset by what had happened? So upset that they told children who came along later? Upset enough to kick up a fuss and even try to trace the children whom Trumpers had nabbed?

When Trumpers retired from the Lords, the media tributes mentioned that Trumpers had an interest in women’s mental health. God knows how many breakdowns and even suicides that Trumpers precipitated. Trumpers, like Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, was just determined to help. She sat on the United Cambridge Hospitals Board and on the Social Services Committee – that’s the single mothers screwed then, Trumpers was On The Committees. Trumpers also sat on the Cambridge Folk Museum Committee, was involved with the Rheumatoid Arthritis Association and was Chair of the Cambridge Dogs for the Blind. In 1975 Trumpers was appointed – by a Labour Gov’t – to the Mental Health Tribunal. So if any of the single mothers who’s babies had been abducted were still sitting in mental hospitals, it would be down to Trumpers to decide whether to let them out or not.

In the late 1950s Trumpers became involved with the Conservative Party in Cambridgshire. She and Barker canvassed for the local Tory MP Sir Hamilton Kerr and Trumpers met, among others, Selwyn Lloyd, Francis Pym, Irene Ward and Enoch Powell. Trumpers subsequently became a Conservative Councillor and remained one for ten years.

In the early 70s Trumpers became a Magistrate. Trumpers’ career on the bench ended somewhat unusually, but as with many matters Trumpers there is a degree of confusion surrounding the circumstances of her resignation from the bench. The retirement tributes maintained that Trumpers was responsible for catching the Cambridge rapist whilst she was working as a magistrate. Trumpers’ book tells another story: that for a long while a man from MacFisheries used to deliver to Trumpers’ house and she got on very well with him, so well that he’d stop for a chat. Trumpers maintains that one day she was on the bench when she was told that the Cambridge rapist had been caught and was about to be brought before the bench. The prisoner appeared and it was her delivery man – so of course Trumpers had to resign there and then.

None of this makes sense. Trumpers obviously did not ‘catch’ the rapist – Trumpers was on good terms with the rapist. Furthermore, even if Trumpers had been duped by a rapist into letting him deliver wet fish to her house, that would not be a reason for her to resign from the bench – it would be a reason for Trumpers to step aside from that hearing, any subsequent hearings and his trial, but not to resign. Trumpers did something that she shouldn’t have – I don’t know what, but she did something in relation to that rapist and as ever she was not held accountable.

Trumpers has a very elastic interpretation of the law at the best of times. She mentions that she used to have to park her car in a car park which she found highly unsavoury – they all carry Stanley knives in Cambridge don’t they – so a policeman friend of Trumpers’ gave her a truncheon. Trumpers knows that she shouldn’t have been given it and shouldn’t have kept it because it was possessing an offensive weapon. But she kept it anyway.

Another triumph of Trumpers was the occasion on which she ‘persuaded’ Cambridge Arts Theatre to hand over their takings for one night to her ‘for charity’ – I think to be passed on to the Tory Party. Trumpers then ‘persuaded’ Footlights to perform on this ‘charity’ night – the night that Trumpers picked for her charity night was the night of the General Election. Furthermore, two local Tory MPs turned up and such was the warm feeling towards them that they received a standing ovation.

Trumpers by now wanted a seat in the Commons and started seriously angling for one. Barker would have liked a political career but he couldn’t afford it and anyway he didn’t like campaigning and canvassing. Barker told Trumpers that he wished that he could find a rotten borough and stand there. I’m surprised that Trumpers didn’t create one for him on their doorstep.

Barker was offered the post of head at Westminster School – Trumpers’ friend Rab Butler was Chair of the Governors there – although Barker turned this offer down. What Barker really wanted was to be head of Eton, but that wasn’t going to happen due to him pissing everybody off there.

Rab Butler had become Master of Trinity College Cambridge in 1965 when he retired from politics. He was High Steward of Cambridge University (1958-66) and High Steward of the City of Cambridge (1963 until his death).

Rab Butler was a Tory MP for Saffron Walden who never became PM but he was: Education Minster (1941-45); Chancellor of the Exchequer (1951-55); Home Secretary (1957-62); Deputy Prime Minster (1962-63); Foreign Secretary (1963-64). Butler served under Churchill, Eden, Macmillan and Douglas-Home. In 1959 he was the Conservative Party Chairman.

Whilst Home Secretary, Butler signed off the execution of James Hanratty, although numerous people at the time were raising concerns that Hanratty was a victim of a miscarriage of justice.

Butler was Master of Trinity while Prince Charles was a student there (1967-70) and Butler was special mentor to Charles. Butler’s family owned Gatcombe Park and in 1976 flogged it to the Queen who purchased it for Princess Ann.

Butler was also the Chancellor of the University of Essex and Chancellor of the University of Sheffield.

Butler was the President of the National Association for Mental Health (MIND) and Chairman of the Trustees of the Mental Health Trust and Research Fund (Mental Health Foundation).

Between 1972-75 Butler Chaired the Committee for Mentally Abnormal Offenders (the Butler Committee), which was set up by the DHSS and the Home Office. The Butler Report was published in 1975 – most of its recommendations have still not yet been implemented. Which is not surprising when one considers what the DHSS and Home Office were actually doing between 1972-75. In north Wales they were running Bryn Estyn with paedophiles staffing it and down the road at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Gwynne and Dafydd incarcerated, lobotomised, shocked, drugged and generally abused the victims of Bryn Estyn and other such establishments, as well as those of the Top Doctors and associated paedophiles.

Like Trumpers, Butler was a member of the Mental Health Tribunal.

Butler’s son Adam Butler was a junior Minister under Thatcher.

 

Trumpers became Mayor of Cambridge in May 1971. Trumpers’ explanation for this was that ‘when I was asked to do something I did it’. Trumpers mentions that one doesn’t always have to agree with what one is asked to do, one does it anyway.

Trumpers had a great time as Mayor, at some official functions she got so pissed that she ended up flat on the floor. Her need for alcohol was sufficiently well-known that she was supplied with gin during Council meetings on the pretence that it was water. They should have just set up an intravenous ethanol drip…

Trumpers was involved with Addenbrookes Hospital from the outset – she helped with raising £100k for a ‘recreation centre’ for the Top Doctors when the hospital was under construction and she then sat on the Board. So Trumpers will know the fragrant Lady Mary Archer then – and of course her delightful husband Jeffrey. Who ended up in prison for perjury after lying in Court about spending time with a prostitute – a prostitute who was killed in a car crash hours before Jeffrey’s trial on a matter related to him lying about her. There was public outrage when it was revealed that Archer was allowed out of prison regularly to host his Krug and Shepherds Pie parties back home with Mary. I’m sure that Trumpers would have received an invitation…

 

Trumpers continued searching for a Parliamentary seat, although her family were less than enthusiastic. Barker was resentful and bitter and refused to help her at all and her son Adam was, according to Trumpers, ‘ambivalent’. Adam himself recently stated in an interview that he never had a mother, he just had a Mayor. Barker was particularly irate to find that when he was travelling in the Mayor’s official car, if Trumpers wasn’t actually in the car with him, the flag had to be removed. Thus Barker sometimes had to endure the trauma of being chauffeured home in the Mayor’s car without a flag.

In 1974 Trumpers was interviewed as the potential Tory candidate for the Isle of Ely, but lost out to Top Doctor Thomas Stuttaford. Who was beaten at the polls by Clement Freud.

For a while Trumpers lived at Sandwich in Kent. She noted that Sandwich was full of old ladies who had once been part of the Prince of Wales’s set. I don’t think that she was talking about the man who later married Diana.  However, Trumpers did find an agreeable lunch guest whilst the family lived at Sandwich – Harold Macmillan. His daughter lived nearby, so he used to drop in on Trumpers when he was in the area.

Ted Heath’s constituency was in Kent.

In 1975 Trumpers and Barker moved to Hampstead, when Barker became head of University College School. She met lots of fascinating new people, including Harold and Mary Wilson, who’s sons were pupils at the School. Trumpers invited Harold and Mary to lunch (twice) and invited ‘all the other VIPs’ that she could find.

Trumpers joined the Board of Visitors at Pentonville Prison in 1975 and became the Commissioner of Taxes in 1976. Trumpers’ observed that most of the prisoners ‘weren’t criminals’, but had led difficult lives and the majority of them couldn’t read and write. Trumpers also noticed that when she did her prison visiting bit, she’d enter the room with the gathered prisoners and the accompanying prison officer would shout out ‘who wants to see the Visitor?’, but the prisoners would sit there silently. Trumpers worked out that the prisoners were too frightened to speak to her in front of the officer, so she would then walk up and down until the officer had allegedly lost interest in the prisoners’ conversations and then the prisoners would start raising their concerns with her. Trumpers simply states that most of the prisoners insisted on telling her ‘how absolutely awful’ the prison was. But as Trumpers discovered, there was no helping these prisoners – Trumpers would make appointments to see them after their realease but they never ever kept those appointments. NEVER. Probably Trumpers because the prison authorities didn’t tell the prisoners that you had made the appointment or they gave them the wrong date and time – because what will have been going on in that prison was so bloody grim that no-one would have wanted those prisoners meeting up with you on the outside…

Interestingly enough, records show that once Trumpers was in the Lords, she took a very hard line on law n order and opposed community sentences, even for minor offenders. Trumpers worked as a Prison Visitor for many years, even I think after she was in the Lords.

Trumpers also found herself a Governor of an approved school and two secondary schools. Jimmy Savile was known to visit approved schools such as Duncroft in Surrey. It is now admitted that Savile sexually abused girls at Duncroft – it was the former pupils from Duncroft that finally alerted the world to the sort of things that Savile regularly got up to. He’d arrive in his much boasted about pink Rolls Royce and the girls would be encouraged to go for a drive in that lovely expensive car. During these drives Savile would give the teenagers cigarettes and sweets in return for sexual favours. The headmistress of Duncroft – when the revelations became public after Savile’s death – maintained that the girls were ungrateful wretches, that Mr Savile was a bit odd but he was good to them. The girls were ‘not Angels’ – they were intelligent girls and some were even the daughters of Top Doctors – but they had become pregnant and one even had five babies. As one of the girls explained when she was a middle aged woman – ‘we had been sexually abused, which was why Savile was able to abuse us again’.

I am just a few years younger than those women and I remember the attitudes in the 1970s well. Boys ended up in ‘approved schools’ because of their involvement in crime but with girls it was nearly always because they had become pregnant after a long history of promiscuity. Such teenaged girls were seen as willing participants in their own downfall and there wasn’t much of an understanding that they had almost certainly been introduced to sex by being molested at a very young age. Once they had acquired a reputation as a bit of a slapper or become pregnant, they were undoubtedly targeted by every unscrupulous man in the area. There is play or novel or a biography of a teenager (unfortunately I can’t remember which work this is) who became pregnant to the horror of the surrounding world, which simply caused a young man to persuade her to have sex with him on the grounds that she couldn’t become more pregnant. Savile specialised in such teenagers.

However, the 70s were rather rewritten in the post-Savile furore and there were claims that ‘in the 1970s’ people ‘didn’t understand about child abuse’. They did. They didn’t see the sexual exploitation of ‘wild’ teenagers as child abuse, but the abuse of younger children – or indeed teenagers that had not gone off the rails – was seen as a very serious and a very nasty business. ‘Interfering with children’ was perceived to be about the worst thing that someone could do. Which is why the likes of Dafydd and the North Wales Paedophile Ring went to such lengths to conceal what they were up to. Even if that resulted in witnesses being illegally incarcerated in mental hospitals or found dead.

In 2004 Trumpers became a Trustee of Crimestoppers. Trumpers supported Crimestoppers because of its emphasis on children and youth offending. This was the Crimestoppers who in the mid-90s received two telephone calls from someone in north Wales informing them of the neglect and abuse that was occurring in nursing homes run by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – including the suspicious death of a resident – as well as providing them with the name and details of a drug using patient of Dafydd’s who could be seen openly selling class A drugs to school children in Bangor. No action was taken. When the person who made the calls rang Crimestoppers a few weeks later to ask why no action had been taken they were told that the previous calls had been classed as hoax calls and that no investigations or action would be taking place. Crimestoppers was founded and funded by Tory peer Lord Ashcroft.

In 1979 Trumpers was appointed the UK delegate to the UN Commission on the Status of Women. Trumpers explains that this was ‘Barker’s old pupil Douglas Hurd’s doing’ – after all, Barker and Hurd ‘adored one another’. In her capacity as the UK delegate, Trumpers was sent by Thatcher to a conference in Copenhagen. She enjoyed herself boozing with other delegates and made friends with Sally Mugabe, who was married to someone called Robert. Despite the liberal supply of alcohol and the presence of despots’ wives to consume it with, Trumpers became bored at the conference and demanded that Ann Warburton – the UK’s first female ambassador – give her something to do. So Warburton gave Trumpers ‘something to say’ about people who were disappeared by Gov’ts and ‘what we were doing about it’. What were the UK doing about it? Well they were inviting the wives of the leaders of the Gov’ts involved to get pissed with Trumpers at conferences and they were making diplomatic links with those Gov’ts – Thatcher had been busy making friends with General Galtieri until he invaded the Falkland Islands and she really liked Pinochet. (One of Thatcher’s Ministers – I think that it might have been Geoffrey Howe – famously went to Argentina and told them that the UK had recently elected a Gov’t with similar views to the junta…Well Galtieri imprisoned and killed socialists and trade unionists – dunno whether he colluded with a paedophile ring though.)

At the Denmark conference Suzanne Mubarak – who was leading the Egyptian delegation in her capacity as the wife of the Egyptian President – upset the other Arab delegates with her speech about Israel. So after Mubarak had finished speaking, Trumpers made a point of congratulating her on her splendid speech as loudly as she could, within earshot of the other delegates.

It has been admitted that Trumpers’ extensive ‘address book’ was the reason why the UK Gov’t appointed her to that UN body – they believed that Trumpers’ connections would assist British interests.

In 1980 Trumpers hit the bigtime when Thatcher made her a Baroness. Which was extraordinary – because Trumpers’ record of achievement to date had been leaving a number of menial jobs under a very big cloud, resigning as a magistrate for an unspecified reason in connection with a rapist who was selling her wet fish and spending a year getting very drunk whilst she was Mayor. But Trumpers had a huge number of rich powerful friends, connections with the Royal Family and she had been on the scene when the action at Cliveden took place. Furthermore Trumpers had not succeeded in getting selected as a candidate to stand for election to the Commons. Trumpers was getting on in years now, she will have been pulling out all the stops.

Trumpers herself is quite frank about the way in which she ended up in the Lords. She explained that Barker ‘touted’ for her and Barker’s friends Peter Thorneycroft and Rab Butler ‘agreed’.

Trumpers was introduced to the Lords by Rab Butler and Peter Thorneycroft.

After a year in the Lords Trumpers was made a Privy Councillor!

Barker subsequently had a stroke and ended up in Westminster Hospital. All Barker’s VIP former pupils turned up to visit him, including Douglas Hurd, who was at that time a Cabinet Minister – this was probably when Hurd was Home Secretary. Trumpers was pleased to see that before Barker’s grand visitors arrived, the Angels would tidy up the whole ward so that it looked really good. No doubt the wards which did not contain patients who were mates with the Home Secretary were run along the lines of Mid-Staffs, with patients drinking the water out of vases because no-one had fed or watered them and being told by the Angels to crap in their beds because walking across the ward with a bedpan was too much like hard work.

Trumpers found that looking after Barker following his stroke was far too much for her, what with her having so many dinners with other Lords to eat, so Barker moved into an upmarket nursing home – which from what I can work out from information available on the internet caters for former military folk. Barker never served in the military. Was this yet another example of Trumpers and Barkers pulling strings? Barker seems to have behaved dreadfully there, was rude and offensive to other residents and routinely insulted the Matron. He pissed them off so much that when he finally pegged out, the Matron rang Trumpers, asked her if she was alone and when Trumpers said yes, simply responded by saying ‘well your husband’s died’ and hung up. Trumpers noted that Matron had wreaked her revenge, which implied that Matron didn’t have much time for Trumpers either.

Whilst Barker was spending his final days insulting everyone in the home for retired gentlefolk, Trumpers moved into a flat near Sloane Square – on land owned by the Duke of Westminster, Sir Peter Morrison’s old mate in the Chester Conservative Association. There were many politicians living in the same building as Trumpers, including Sir Alec Douglas-Home. Thatch went to visit Trumpers there on one occasion – Trumpers took the opportunity to ask Thatch to give Douglas-Home a Gov’t car and a driver, because according to Trumpers, that’s what former PMs are entitled to for the rest of their lives. Thatch explained that such an offer had been made to Douglas-Home, but he’d turned it down. Trumpers observed that she would therefore have to continue to give him lifts home from the Lords. I don’t know what underpinned Trumpers’ desire for Douglas-Home to be chauffeured around at public expense – whether Home not taking advantage of this offended Trumpers’ sense of what was right and proper or whether she just didn’t want to have to give him a lift home from the day centre.

In 1983, after the General Election, Thatch asked Trumpers to become a Whip. Trumpers couldn’t make up her own mind, so she asked Sir Percy Rugg ‘an old Leysian’ to advise her. Percy Rugg for many years had been a key figure in the London County Council – so he’ll have known a lot about the mistreatment of people at the hands of Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends. Trumpers trembled in fear once she became a Whip and didn’t actually know what she was doing, but she was delighted to find the Labour Party Chief Whip supporting her on the grounds of female solidarity. Trumpers repaid the kindness by doing the same thing for the new Labour Whips in 1997. Isn’t it good to know that the glass ceiling was broken by these foolish old bags who did not know their arses from their elbows but who had made friends with the right people and kept their mouths shut about outrages and human suffering and then spent their careers doing each other favours. I’d be interested to know which dipstick from the Labour Party helped Trumpers out in 1983 – no doubt the Labour wimmin that she ‘supported’ in 1997 were Tony’s cronies, the Tessas and the Patsys and the Margarets etc.

Between 1983-85 Trumpers was Baroness-in-Waiting to the Queen, an appointment with which she was ‘absolutely delighted’. Trumpers’ role was to greet visitors to the UK on behalf of the Queen. Once more, Trumpers ‘met everyone’, although some of them – such as the King of Bahrain – Trumpers remembered from their time as pupils of The Leys School. Trumpers met the President of Afghanistan in this capacity. His wife had just given birth to a son – not a daughter thank God – and he was so overwhelmed that all he could talk about was the birth of his heir. After he left the UK, Trumpers purchased some things for the baby and sent them on to him via the Foreign Office – she was delighted to receive a letter of thanks from the President, so she knew that he had received them.

I too have purchased presents for new born babies, but in 1983 we were led to believe that the UK was not on the best of terms with the Afghanistan regime. Anyone remember the Russian-backed Afghanistan regime that we heard so much about back then? The regime that was fighting the ‘brave warriers’ of the Taleban – which at that time we were backing? How many people knew that Lilibet had invited the President of Afghanistan to Buck House and that Trumpers was busy celebrating the birth of his son and heir with him?

Trumpers was involved in something that I suspect was an even better kept secret that the visit of the President of Afghanistan to the Palace. After all, Lilibet does have a track record of inviting disgusting people to banquets with her – Nicolae Ceausescu arrived in 1979, the red carpet was rolled out and horrified Romanian exiles who were protesting were shielded from his view. As the final two fingers to the protesters, Lilibet gave Ceausescu an honorary knighthood. Which she later removed when we were allowed to hear about all those starving babies in the orphanages without electricity who had been infected with AIDS because hypodermic needles were re-used. ‘We didn’t know…how did it happen…never again…it’s not the British way of doing things…’ Trumpers mentions in her book that she trotted off to visit her old mate Sally Mugabe when she was dying as a result of kidney failure in St Mary’s Hospital Paddington.

Trumpers explains that Sally had been admitted to St Mary’s under a pseudonym ‘which we always did’ with VIPs. Yes, I know that happens – but this is Mugabe’s wife that we are talking about. The Mugabe, who was by then a complete pariah, who was wrecking his country and killing his opponents. Trumpers’ bit of diplomacy was to point out to the Top Doctor aka ‘kidney specialist’ who was treating Sally Mugabe that the pseudonym that had been given to her, ‘Mrs Smith’, was highly inappropriate because Ian Smith was one of the people whom the Mugabes hated most. The Top Doctor was horrified at the faux pas and another pseudonym was allocated.

Zimbabwe has always maintained that Sally Mugabe died from kidney failure in Harare on 27th Jan 1992. Trumpers was Baroness-in-Waiting TWICE – once between 1983-85, then again between 1992-97. So presumably this visit to a dying Sally in St Mary’s took place in 1992. So Sally Mugabe was receiving treatment in a London hospital under a pseudonym and being visited by Trumpers – before it had been admitted that the Zimbabwe healthcare system was so bad that Mugabe himself was going abroad for medical treatment. Now I would imagine that if Sally was dying at St Mary’s, it would have been very difficult to fly her back to Harare for her final days – she would be on dialysis, life-support, the lot – and the reason that she was in St Mary’s will have been to access treatment that was not available in Zimbabwe.

Did Sally Mugabe REALLY die in Harare? Or did she die in St Mary’s Hospital Paddington – and a whopper was told to conceal the fact that she had left Zimbabwe to receive care? I think we should be told. Particularly in the light of the row concerning the recent appointment of Mugabe as ‘goodwill ambassador ‘for WHO. Trumpers will not be capable of telling the truth about all this, so would any Top Doctors from St Mary’s like to enlighten us? Who was the ‘kidney specialist’ employed at St Mary’s in Dec 1991/Jan 1992? Anyone??? I’ll do a bit of research…

Trumpers’ diplomacy was called upon again after Sally’s death. When Robert Mugabe arrived in London to visit Lilibet! Trumpers was despatched to greet him and offered her condolescences. Trumpers was gobsmacked when Mugabe ‘glowered’ at her ‘in silence’ in response. That might have been because Mugabe had since the mid-1980s been having an affair with Grace and by the time that Sally died had had two children with Grace, which had become the focus of a major scandal in Zimbabwe.

 

At some point, Trumpers represented British interests in Mongolia after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Trumpers didn’t actually know where Mogolia was, but she didn’t have to find her own way there, she was loaded onto a plane and off she went. She received a lovely pale blue scarf as a present from her Mongolian hosts, so she wrapped it around her neck. Her driver later explained to Trumpers that the scarf was a sacred scarf and should NOT be wrapped around her neck. Trumpers observed that it is quite easy to make mistakes when overseas.

Trumpers also lets on that when Mongolia ‘struck copper and ore’, it became ‘hugely rich’ and that ‘because of the UK’s longstanding interest and support’ last year [that would be either 2009 or 2010], Trumpers and Michael Howard were presented with distinction orders at the Mongolian Embassy.

Trumpers – do you by any chance have any info about that utter skulduggery that Craig Murray the former Ambassador to Uzbekistan maintained was going on with British collusion – the boiling alive of opponents of the Uzbekistan regime etc? Jack Straw et al maintained that Murray was an insane boozing womanising liar who should not be believed. As you have spent your whole life being party to wrongdoing on the part of those in high places, I assume that if anyone knows the truth about Uzbekistan and Jack, it will be you. Feel free to contact me Trumpers. Diolch.

I’m wondering if someone in the Foreign Office decided to send Trumpers to foreign lands as a way of insulting people whom they didn’t like, in the way that ‘Private Eye’ maintained that sending Prince Philip to the funeral of Emperor Hirohito was a huge ‘fuck off’ from the UK. Because Trumpers continued to be sent on sensitive missions during which she offended everyone, Trumpers was sent as the Gov’t representative to the funeral of the Sri Lankan President, after he was killed by a suicide bomber. Trumpers purchased a black dress – although black is not the colour of mourning in Sri Lanka. Trumpers did actually notice this, but she managed to ‘make friends’ by eating polo mints throughout the funeral and offering them to the other mourners.

 

In 1985 Thatcher made Trumpers Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State in the DHSS, where Trumpers remained until 1987. Hence Trumpers appointing Savile as manager of Broadmoor.

In an interview with the ‘Guardian’ in 2004, Trumpers stated that Willie Whitelaw ‘a great friend of friends of mine’ ‘pushed’ Thatcher to ‘give her a job’ – I presume that she was referring to that post in the DHSS, because that was the first (and indeed only) real job that Trumpers had ever had – unless you count that one in Peter Jones from which she was sacked.

Willie Whitelaw was not only a great friend of friends of hers, Willie was obviously quite a good mate of Trumpers’ herself. In one interview with the ‘Guardian’, Trumpers recalls staying with Whitelaw in the Lake District when he was Deputy PM and Willie serving her breakfast in bed.

Whitelaw was famously loyal to both Heath and Thatcher. Some allege that Thatcher would never have become leader of the Conservative Party had Whitelaw not refused to stand himself out of loyalty to his friend Heath. When Thatch did become leader, Whitelaw was right behind her every step of the way. The public image of Whitelaw was that of a silly old buffer from another era, an image fuelled when Whitelaw shot a beater by accident on a grouse shooting expedition. The beater didn’t die, he just received a buttock full of lead shot, which added to the hilarity.

What I remember about Willie though was his frequent public statements that he would get tough on young thugs and that what they would be receiving would be a short sharp shock. By this time I had started to become aware that a proportion of ‘young thugs’ were actually highly distressed teenagers who had been on the receiving end of other thugs themselves. What I didn’t know was that when Whitelaw was huffing and puffing, the ‘young thugs’ in Bryn Estyn and other such establishments were being beaten and buggered by the people paid by the state to ‘look after’ them. Willie and the Tories had more than one go with the short sharp shock discourse – it first reared it’s head in the 70s but was wheeled out again during Thatcher’s first administration. It didn’t work on either occasion and had to be quietly abandoned.

Willie was elected Tory MP for Penrith and the Borders in 1955 and represented that constituency for 28 years. He held posts under Macmillan, Douglas-Home, Heath and Thatcher. To summarise, Willie was: Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1972-73; Chairman of the Conservative Party (under Heath), 1974-75; Deputy leader of the Conservative Party, 1975-91; Home Secretary, 1979-83.

In 1983 Whitelaw was given an hereditary peerage – the first one that had been created for 18 years. So someone was very, very grateful to Willie…Willie became Viscount Whitelaw and was appointed leader of the Lords.

On Willie’s various watches, aggressive policing and the ‘sus’ laws led to rioting in London, Bristol and Liverpool. Although Willie held secret meetings with the IRA whilst maintaining that he was doing no such thing, the IRA escalated their bombing campaign on the mainland which resulted in serious miscarriages of justice – which Willie and the gang did all they could to ensure were never rectified. After they were rectified, Willie’s gang made sour comments and refused to adequately compensate the people who’s lives had been ruined by corrupt police officers, prison officers, lawyers, judges and expert witnesses. 1980 Willie dissuaded Thatcher from going to Leeds to personally take charge of the Yorkshire Ripper investigation. Willie realised that was best left to the incompetent, corrupt police officers in Yorkshire whom he and Thatcher backed up fully.

Throughout Willie’s years in Gov’t, the paedophile gang in north Wales and Cheshire who were supplying Willie’s colleague Sir Peter Morrison and others with children to abuse ran riot.

Willie was Lord President of the Council, 1970-72 and 1983-88. The Lord President presides over meetings of the Privy Council and also serves as the Visitor for several universities, including Leicester, Liverpool, London (although not King’s College or UCL), Nottingham and Wales (not Lampeter).

So Willie was Visitor at the University of Wales – whilst Bangor employed Gwynne the lobotomist in the Student Health Centre, who had helped facilitate and conceal the paedophile ring in north Wales and the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood. The Wood who threatened me after I complained about Gwynne, who told me that my career would be damaged if I didn’t drop my complaint, who altered my medical records and who spent the next few years using passing on information about my whereabouts and employment – as well as Brown’s whereabouts and employment – to the paedophiles’ friends. Who used this info to shaft us. Brown was a PhD student at Leicester whilst Willie was Visitor there and had a few inexplicable experiences, as did I when I was a postgrad at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School (University of London) and worked for the Cancer Research Campaign at Nottingham University whilst Willie was Visitor at those institutions. I then encountered the crooks at St Georges Hospital Medical School – part of the University of London – shortly afterwards. As for Liverpool University – there were scores of connections between that institution and the Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends in Wales. Dafydd was a graduate of Liverpool, as was Terry Maxwell the Clinical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd. Professor Robert Owen the corrupt Medical Ombudsman employed by the Welsh Office to conceal the criminal activities of Dafydd and co was Prof of Surgery at Liverpool.

Other Lord Presidents have included: Lord Tony Newton, 1992-97; Lord Gareth Williams, 2003; Lady Valerie Amos, 2003-07; Lord Peter Mandelson, 2009-10; it is now Andrea Leadsom.

All of these names – with the exception of Leadsom – have been named and shamed on this blog. So the Lord President is obviously chosen with great care.

Willie Whitelaw was a Freemason.

 

In 1994 Trumpers literally gatecrashed a state occasion. One of Trumpers’ mates – the MD of Fortnum and Mason – was becoming a Privy Councillor and was so anxious at the thought of licking Lilibet’s boots as required that they asked Trumpers to accompany them. This was unheard of, but Trumpers did it again – she was given permission to break protocol. So Trumpers attended. Two men called Blair and Prescott were being sworn in as Privy Councillors at the same time. After the ceremony, Lilibet tried to make conversation -presumably with those old favourites ‘and what do you do?’ and ‘have you come far?’ – but Trumpers noted that ‘the two Labour men never opened their mouths’, they ‘said not a word to me’. Trumpers summed them up as ‘dreadful’. Trumpers – perhaps you have forgotten, but your colleagues in the House used to take the piss out of Prezza by ordering drinks off him, in tribute to his previous career as a bar steward. I loathe Prescott and Blair – why they ever agreed to become Privy Councillors I do not know –  but I think that I’ve concluded that Trumpers is even worse than they are.

In 2010 Trumpers’ flat mysteriously caught fire – ‘something electrical’ caused the bed to go up in flames and the fire spread – and there was substantial destruction. EVERYTHING that Trumpers had ever owned was destroyed – heirlooms, furniture, personal mementos, clothes, the lot. Trumpers genuinely did lose everything on that occasion. I bet Trumpers lost things like personal letters and photos as well. Perhaps from those days at Cliveden and the many years during which she danced all night with various paedophiles in Gov’t and the Lords. Trumpers’ isn’t the brightest of creatures but she doesn’t seem to have asked herself how ‘something electrical’ sets fire to a bed in the sort of flat where Trumpers resides, which will have the highest level of security, whilst she popped out for the evening. Electrical fires don’t start on beds. And flats in London usually have neighbours who notice things like smoke.

Trumpers’ insurance company returned some clothes to her which had not been destroyed by the fire. When Trumpers took receipt of them, she realised that they weren’t actually her clothes, but she kept them anyway.

Trumpers held her 90th burfday party in the Lords. John Major and Edwina Currie attended – Trumpers noted that they had ‘all been Ministers together in the Dept of Health’ (so Major didn’t stop that Savile appointment either then). Trumpers writes in her book that she ‘didn’t have a clue’ about Currie and Major’s relationship – although Trumpers was a Tory Whip when Major was in Gov’t and she knows Major and Norma Major ‘very well’. But then Trumpers managed to miss all the call girls and Russian spies at Cliveden. Although she knew that they were hidden when Lilibet arrived for tea and that one of them was paid to go away.

Cameron didn’t attend Trumpers’ party, but he did send her a letter. Except that someone nicked it before she opened it! Why ever would someone have an interest in reading mail to you from Cameron Trumpers? The Cameron who is married to the step-daughter of the son of your mate Bill Astor – of Cliveden fame. It was OK though, because Trumpers let Cameron know that the letter had been swiped, so Cameron wrote her another letter.

Trumpers knows that the end is near, although she does intend to go on for a bit longer. She has made arrangements for her own memorial service after she has gone – she wants Lord Elton and Lord Deben to speak, because they were ‘absolutely terrific bosses’ when she worked for them.

Trumpers was a Minister at the DHSS 1985-87, then at MAFF (Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food) 1987-89 and then 1989-92, during which time she was ‘number two at MAFF’). So I’d be interested to know when Lord Elton aka Rodney Elton was her boss. Elton was a Minister in the N Ireland office in 1979; Minister in the DHSS in 1981; then a Minister and then Minister of State in the Home Office 1982-84. In 1985 Elton was Minister of State in the Dept of Environment and then left Gov’t in 1986. So when and in what capacity was he Trumpers’ boss? Have more porkies been told somewhere along the line?

Rodney Elton was an hereditary peer, but like so many featured on this blog was one of the 90 who retained his seat after 1999. Elton’s wife Richenda is Lady of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

Lord Deben was formerly known as John Gummer, old mate of Ken Clarke’s and a member of the Cambridge mafia who served Thatch so well ie. a former member of the Cambridge University Conservative Association. Gummer was Chair of the Tory Party, 1983-85 – the height of the paedophile years – and became a member of the Cabinet in 1989 when he was appointed Secretary of State at MAFF. Gummer became Secretary of State for the Environment in 1993 under John Major. The Tories believe that Gummer is their greenest member. Gummer is best remembered for presiding over the BSE crisis during 1989-90 – when Trumpers was at his side. Despite numerous misleading statements from Gummer et al that there was nothing at all for anyone to flap about, 176 people died. Gummer was formerly a member of the General Synod of the Church of England but in 1992 converted to Catholicism.

In 1998 Trumpers was made Extraordinary Baroness-in-Waiting.

For some reason Trumpers was made an honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Pathologists.

Trumpers herself attributes her whole career to Thatch. Trumpers is a big fan of Thatch and freely explains that Thatch made her a peer and then gave her every job that she had ever had. Trumpers’ showed that she had a heart of gold when in Thatcher’s later years Trumpers noticed that when Thatcher attended the Lords, Thatch would be left sitting in isolation because everyone else would walk out when Thatch arrived. So Trumpers made a point of sitting next to her. Did Trumpers and Thatch contribute to debates or even converse with each other? No. Trumpers would simply say to Thatch every so often ‘have you had enough now’? and when Thatch indicated that she’d spent enough time watching the scene, Trumpers would leave with Thatch.

Trumpers remained loyal to Thatch even after Thatcher died and the rest of us celebrated. Trumpers received an invitation to appear on ‘Have I Got News For You’ and walked out just before filming began when she realised that Thatch’s name was going to be taken in vain. Trumpers must have caused a real scene, because even Trumpers admits that she caused a great deal of trouble. We never heard anything about that in all those BBC retirement tributes to Trumpers….

 

So there we are. A life of immense privilege led by an aristocrat of very little brain, who constantly exchanged favours with the most dreadful people at the top of society and in Gov’t, some of whom were molesting children and destroying the lives of the people in receipt of the charity that they claimed to be dispensing.

95 glorious years!

 

 

 

 

 

Running The Country – And All That Jazz

I mentioned in a recent post that I was reading Ken Clarke’s autobiography ‘Kind of Blue’ and that it was revealing a few gems. Ken Clarke has been in a senior figure in the Conservative Party for many decades now and has spent much of that time in very senior roles (‘the great offices of state’ as politicians like to describe those positions). I have always felt that Ken Clarke was very much more palatable than many of his colleagues – he wasn’t unhinged, he didn’t want to imprison the lower orders for great lengths of time for minor transgressions and as regular readers know, I did admire him for taking on the BMA when nobody else would. But his book is probably rather more revealing than he realised.

Clarke went to Cambridge and became involved in the Cambridge University Conservative Union (CUCU). A number of his contemporaries there also became big names in the Tory Party under Margaret Thatcher, which led to them being described as the ‘Cambridge Mafia’. One thing that is obvious from Clarke’s book is his loyalty – at least in public – to colleagues in the Conservative Party. Ken Clarke is a famous ‘One Nation wet’ which actually put him at loggerheads with many others in the Party, but he unfailingly describes people who hated him (and whom he must have hated in return) as good friends and reassures readers that the screaming political rows with them that at times tore the Party apart didn’t affect their ‘friendships’.

It is clear from his autobiography that Ken Clarke is very gregarious, very matey and – although he believes that he is a ‘workaholic’ – spent a lot of time socialising, chatting, exchanging political gossip and drinking quite a lot. He enjoys going to curry houses with his mates, hanging out at jazz clubs, watching football matches and he was a member of a number of dining clubs in the Commons. Indeed he enjoyed the dining clubs so much that when promotion meant that he was no longer eligible for membership of his favourite dining club, he established a new one with his mates. None of this detracts from his character – I imagine that he’s good fun to have around if you’re a friend of his – but it did mean, as he admits early on in his book, that he knew pretty much everything about everyone in the Commons. ‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ as his successor as Home Secretary Michael Howard used to ask – did Ken know what some of his colleagues were up to in terms of bad or even criminal behaviour? He keeps a discreet silence on the subject of Sir Peter Morrison – Ken simply states that he didn’t know him that well, although he seemed an ‘amiable fellow’ who did ‘little work’. Which is odd, because in the 1980s other Tory MPs were openly joking about Morrison’s ‘sexual preferences’, Thatcher was told that he was attending sex parties with under-aged boys and the citizens in his Chester constituency were scandalised by his conduct. Gyles Brandreth, who became the MP for Chester after Morrison stepped down, mentions in his own autobiography that he was told by people in Chester that it was known that Morrison had been caught by the police on a number of occasions in the late 80s in compromising positions with boys in their mid-teens in public places. But an arrangement was made between the police and the upper echelons which resulted in Morrison not being prosecuted and the incidents not appearing in the media. How did Ken, as he got bladdered with other Tories into the small hours, manage not to hear about all this?

Before entering politics Clarke was a barrister and practised at the Birmingham Bar. He seems to have kept in contact with folk in the legal world. In fact after he left Gov’t his old chambers asked him to come back and work as a barrister again, although he turned down this opportunity. I have mentioned previously on the blog that I know from experience that lawyers have a brilliant jungle drums system. Ken, as a wining, dining barrister in Birmingham, will no doubt have heard all about the notorious West Midlands Serious Crime Squad who fitted scores of people up – including the Birmingham Six – using time-honoured techniques such as beating up the suspect and drafting their statement for them. The West Midlands Serious Crime Squad who had connections to north Wales and fitted up a man from Caernarfon who was later awarded compensation. Who then, after winning his case against the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad, found himself arrested and imprisoned again – which he maintains was a punishment for daring to win against the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad…

Clarke’s first ministerial position was in 1982 when he was appointed Minister of State for Health. At that time Norman Fowler was Secretary of State for Health and Social Security and Tony Newton was the Minister in the DHSS working on welfare reforms. Clarke was considered the safe pair of hands needed to deal with the NHS and health unions. He describes himself as being effectively responsible for the day to day running of the NHS. In 1982 there was an NHS strike over pay which was only resolved after many months. The BMA and RCN didn’t join the strike – the strikers were from NUPE and COHSE. There were a number of nurses who were members of COHSE rather than the RCN – Ken describes how nurses had the strongest appeal to the public, so the Gov’t made a higher pay offer to the nurses in COHSE, dividing the union and undermining it’s appearance of reasonableness.

The civil servants didn’t want a confrontation with the NHS – the civil servants always advised Gov’t to concede to the BMA at least once a year with a deal to improve pay, terms and conditions. Well you don’t want the Top Doctors screaming and screaming until they’re sick do you. Ken also discovered that there was a longstanding agreement with the BMA that at every meeting with civil servants, one of the Dept of Health’s medical officers had to be present. Ken was frank that this was so that the medical officer could ‘act as the eyes and ears’ for the BMA and keep them informed of the Minister’s intentions. The first Chief Medical Officer with whom Ken had to work was Sir Henry Yellowlees. Ken describes him as useless and pompous whose main concern was exerting his patronage to decide which medics would be awarded knighthoods and other honours. Yellowlees retired in 1984 and Sir Donald Acheson took over as CMO.

Ken describes Acheson as ‘splendid’ and an absolutely dedicated public servant. Acheson was highly effective at keeping the lid on the most dreadful barrel of shit in the NHS in north Wales (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). Like a few others, Ken marvels at how Norman Fowler – Secretary of State at the DHSS at the time – was able to persuade a puritanical Thatcher and a few others in the Gov’t to agree to the fairly frank health education programme that was launched in the wake of HIV/AIDS. It was of course Donald Acheson who was instrumental in securing the agreement of the Gov’t where running that campaign was concerned (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). I think that you will find Ken that he was able to achieve this because some key figures in your party, along with Peter Morrison, were known to be promiscuously using rent boys in a very big way and they were told by Acheson in no uncertain terms how serious the fears of an HIV epidemic were. Should any readers accuse me of a flight of fancy here, as just one example, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon, the son of Lord Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, was known to be sexually exploiting boys from children’s homes in north Wales. Tyrell-Kenyon even called the police himself on one occasion after he’d spent the night in a hotel with a boy in the care of Clwyd County Council and woke up to find that the boy had made off with his wallet and personal possessions. The boy involved was sent to a detention centre. His social worker had recorded on his records that he was known to be having sex with Tyrell-Kenyon. Tyrell-Kenyon never faced any charges himself. Tyrell-Kenyon died of AIDS in 1993. His father, Lord Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, was a member of the North Wales Police Authority.

Ken mentions that the leaders of the BMA that he had to deal with were the ‘left wing’ Dr John Marks and Dr Tony Grabham. Grabham was a consultant from Northampton and Ken was told that Grabham was so obnoxious that he’d managed to make Barbara Castle cry. Ken states that ‘the BMA was the most ruthless and determined opponent I ever faced in my whole career’. I absolutely believe him. But do you know how you could have dealt with the BMA Ken? Your colleagues could have actually responded to the communications that they were receiving from Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and me telling them that terrible things were happening in the NHS and social services in north Wales and that doctors and social workers were involved in serious criminal activity. An investigation could have been held and it would have been revealed that what was happening in north Wales was an arm of organised crime involving an international trade in under-aged prostitutes, child porn and drugs, which the likes of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) et al were concealing, whilst they used the BMA to advise them on how to ‘deal with’ me. If you had blown that open and arrests of Top Doctors had followed, you can take it from me that you’d have never been troubled by the BMA again. Your colleague David Hunt in the Welsh Office knew that something dreadful was happening, because he’d had to send a hit squad into the bankrupt and dysfunctional Gwynedd Health Authority. Your colleague Tony Newton had been told by Alison Taylor that children in care in north Wales were being abused – as had Margaret Thatcher. And Dr John Marks of the BMA knew what was going on as well – because at that time I was employed in a research team led by his brother Professor Vincent Marks and they all knew what had happened to me in north Wales (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’). It was the Welsh Office itself, by using the corrupt Medical Ombudsman Professor Robert Owen and the corrupt Professor Robert Bluglass (who was from Birmingham Ken, your neck of the woods), who whitewashed it all (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). The reason why no-one actually had that lot arrested was that leading figures in your party were using the services of the rent boys who had been trafficked from north Wales children’s homes. The BMA knew and they effectively blackmailed your Gov’t. Ken uses the phrase ‘self-interested clinicians’ in his book. They certainly are – and if they’d seen a few of their number prosecuted and imprisoned, they might have been less willing to protect unscrupulous practitioners.

It was grim Ken. I don’t know how much you knew, but you certainly knew something.

There’s another really big clue as to an understanding between the most senior figures in the Tory Party and those we know and love in Ken’s account of his time as Minister for Health in the 80s. It involves St Georges Hospital! Ken explains that the old St Georges Hospital at Hyde Park Corner (a new hospital and medical school was built at Tooting) was built on land originally owned by the Grosvenor family (they had donated it hundreds of years previously) and was a highly valuable piece of real estate. Ken decided to close the Hyde Park Corner building and flog the land. Readers may remember from my post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’ that the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Sir Peter Morrison was their MP was one Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. When the Duke of Westminster got wind that Ken was going to sell off the Hyde Park Corner site, he approached Thatcher and asked for the land donated by his ancestors to be returned to him. Ken refused to give the land over to the Duke gratis but wanted to sell it to him at the market rate. Thatcher ordered Ken to hand the land over to the Grosvenor estate for nothing. A row ensued. Ken just couldn’t work out why Thatch, who as we all know was the ultimate housewife and knew how to keep the pennies in her purse, was prepared to hand over millions of quids worth of land which was now part of the NHS estate to a very rich man when the NHS could use the dosh. Ken maintains that he was completely puzzled by this and perhaps Thatcher didn’t want to offend the aristocracy. Actually Ken, Thatcher was famously nouveau riche, she had no respect for the aristocracy at all and I suspect that her desire to give a few million to Gerald Grosvenor when he asked for it had an awful lot to do with the fact that her PPS Morrison was molesting children and Gerald and co were providing a massive gold-plated umbrella for him. Intriguingly, Ken tells us that he stuck to his guns and Thatcher gave in. WOW. So how did Ken et al get her out of that mess then? Come on Ken, write another book and explain how the Duke of Westminster was persuaded to back off. Whatever techniques were used, I guess they will have contributed to the blood on the carpet in north Wales. Or even to the death toll of the witnesses to the sordid crimes that Morrison and his mates were carrying out.

In the way that Ken never explains how he managed to persuade Thatcher not to give into the Duke of Westminster’s demands for dosh, he fails to explain something else that must have involved some fancy footwork. Whilst he was Minister of State for Health, one of his battles with the BMA was over prescribing policy. Ken wanted to prohibit certain items from being available on prescription and the BMA were objecting. For a man who somehow missed the nature of Peter Morrison and who couldn’t work out why Thatcher wasn’t prepared to stand up to the man who was instrumental in protecting Morrison, Ken is pretty sharp. He knows how business is done in the world and he was acutely aware that in the 1980s Top Doctors – and their families – were enjoying much hospitality from the pharmaceutical industry, hospitality which sometimes stretched as far as free holidays for Top Doctors and their spouses. Ken also knew that the BMA were trying to win the propaganda war against him by reconstructing themselves as a responsible caring organisation who only had the best interests of society at heart, rather than a stuffy, greedy, pompous union for doctors. I remember seeing this in action – the BMA started launching campaigns in the realm of health and safety. The one that I always remember was their attempt to ban boxing, which they very nearly succeeded in doing. I’d be very interested in why the BMA backed off on that one – boxing has made a comeback and is now promoted as a healthy ’empowering’ sport for young men and even young women. BMA spokespeople don’t often say things which are true, but I remember one of them at one point stating that ‘there is no safe level for being hit on the head’ when boxing promoters were trying to maintain that boxing is fine if you don’t get bashed that often. Yet the BMA have melted away over the one worthwhile issue that they pursued. During Ken’s battle with them over prescribing, a group of CEOs from Big Pharma met Thatcher and reminded her that they were major donors to the Tories. Thatcher responded by telling them that their donations were taken to be a gesture of ‘general support’ for her ‘reforming’ Gov’t. Ken subsequently implemented his prohibited prescribing list. So what deal was done to keep the donors sweet then? Big Pharma weren’t donating to the Tories out of the goodness of their hearts no matter what delusions about them Thatcher held.

After his stint at the DHSS Ken moved to the Dept of Employment. The Secretary of State was Lord David Young, but Thatcher needed a Cabinet Minister from the Commons in place as well, so Ken was given that remit. At that time, unemployment was rocketing and the Gov’t devised a number of much derided ‘job creation’ and training schemes, many of which were notorious for leading nowhere but back to the dole queue after they’d finished. In Ken’s book, he talks a lot about the Manpower Services Commission (MSC) programmes and how good they were for young people because they inducted the youngsters into habits of work – they had to be in work by 9 am and there was no going home before 5 pm. Who was the Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State in the Dept of Employment at the time? None other than the dreadful Alan Clark, who Ken notes was ‘incredibly lazy, rarely coming into the department’. Well Clark had Saltwood Castle to live in and the fortune that his father left to sustain him, unlike the youths on the MSC scenes. Ken observes that Clark was so useless that they were actually quite happy for him not to show up. He knows why it was though – it was because poor old Clark was really after the job as Minister of Defence and couldn’t be arsed with the chores at the Dept of Employment. The Tories’ attitude to Clark was always very forgiving. He was a man who was frequently too pissed to perform his duties in Parliament – even when they gave him what he wanted ie. a job in the Ministry of Defence – and he rowed with and insulted colleagues on a regular basis. But of course it was the relentless shagging that Clark was notorious for. Had Clark confined his attentions to consenting adults, I’d agree that it would be no-one’s business but his, Jane Clarks and the third party, but Clark was never that concerned about the age of consent or indeed consent per se. He hit the media when it was revealed that at one stage he was having an affair with the wife of one of his friends and both of her daughters at the same time. Then one of the daughters let on that the affair with her had occurred when she was fifteen. There was a bit of a fuss – although one of the harpies in one of the right wing tabloids was kind enough to dismiss the women involved as ‘three old trollops’ – and a TV reporter asked Clark if he was going to deny having sex with a 15 year old. Clark smirked and responded by saying that he ‘had’ to deny it because it was illegal. Yes, as illegal as Peter Morrison’s activities with boys of the same age (and younger) were. Some years later Clark published his diaries which became a best seller. Alan Clark’s ‘Diaries’ are choc full of accounts of him not going into work because he couldn’t be arsed so instead he goes off to shag someone, of him wowing the teenage daughters of friends by telling them that he was now a Real Minister – and of him basically sexually harassing young women on a grand scale. He exposes himself to teenagers and follows young lone women around London whom he’s spotted on public transport and likes the look of. Naturally at no point does he even consider that the young women involved might not be that interested in glimpsing the genitals of a crazed old man or that they might be a bit anxious at being trailed all around London by a pervert. I wouldn’t expect Clark to ever question his conduct – but thousands of people read that book. It received glowing reviews in the press – and the conclusion was ‘one helluva guy’. No, an ageing, unscrupulous sexual harasser. Who was given a Ministerial position in the MoD because he didn’t turn up to work in the Dept of Employment.

Ken also provides an account of the Westland Crisis. He states that Leon Brittan, then Trade and Industry Secretary, was persuaded by Thatcher to leak the legal opinion of the Solicitor-General Patrick Mayhew regarding a letter that Heseltine had written and leaked himself about the consequences of an American take-over of the company. The Attorney General Michael Havers was greatly upset about the leaking of legal advice and said that he would resign if no-one was held to account. Brittan told Ken that he’d take the blame without exposing Thatcher, because the exposure of her role in this would have forced her from office. So Brittan resigned from his post and never sat in the Cabinet again. Thatcher had promised to bring him back, but broke her word. As a consolation prize he was given a job as a European Commissioner.

Leon Brittan in recent years has of course become well-known for another matter ie. numerous allegations that he was a paedophile himself. One man has made a statement claiming that he was abused by Brittan when he was a teenager. Brittan is alleged to have been a visitor to the Elm Guest House in London, a brothel staffed by children from children’s homes. One of the men who was in Bryn Estyn as a boy maintains that he was taken to the Elm Guest House to have sex with unidentified men. Supporters of Brittan have dismissed such allegations as wholly untrue. What is not in dispute however is that in the 1980s Geoffrey Dickens MP gave Leon Brittan – who was at the time Home Secretary – a dossier containing the names and details of political figures who Dickens’ maintained were involved in the abuse of children. Before he died, Brittan admitted receiving the dossier but claimed to have lost it. It has also been admitted that a huge number of files were ‘lost’ by the Home Office in the 80s – files containing details of politicians alleged to be sexually abusing children.

Ken mentions that Leon was a close friend of his – they’d been at Cambridge together.

Ken was appointed Minister for Trade and Industry as well as Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. He became Inner Cities Minister. Once more Ken demonstrates a good knowledge of some of the problems that he was charged with tackling. He mentions that there was massive corruption within some councils and that the boroughs were dominated by criminal gangs. He gives Lambeth and Southwark as examples. That’s right Ken, one of the biggest businesses of those criminal gangs was the trafficking of young people in care into prostitution. This was often achieved by sending the kids in care on ‘placements’ to children’s homes in north Wales, such as the Bryn Alyn Community. Your Gov’t knew all about it.

In July 1988 Thatcher split the DHSS up. The previous Secretary of State, John Moore, according to Ken, ‘couldn’t cope’ with running the DHSS and became quite ill with the strain. Moore was moved to the newly created Dept of Social Security (DSS) and Ken was appointed Secretary of State for Health. Ken informs us that Thatcher did want to get rid of the NHS and introduce a U.S. style insurance system but Ken himself wanted to introduce an ‘internal market’ system in the NHS. I always wondered where on earth the Tories acquired this idea from – it was from Ken, who had read an article in The Economist by a fringe thinker at Stanford University, Prof Alain Enthoven. Ken was hooked and knew that this was the way forward. That was how the enormous quantity of meaningless administration that led to no improvement in the NHS at all arose. However it did provide promotions and power for the likes of Martin Jones and Alun Davies in Gwynedd Health Authority.

Whilst he was Secretary of State for Health, Ken’s Permanent Secretary was Christopher France and his Private Secretary was Andy McKean. Ken also utilised the services of Duncan Nichol, the former General Manager of Merseyside Regional Health Authority, who Ken tells us had been recommended to him by Don Wilson, Merseyside Regional Health Authority’s Chairman. So Ken somehow had a link with Merseyside. That’s the location of Liverpool University – the employer of Professor Robert Owen who organised the cover-up of the criminal activities of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) after I made complaint in 1987. Of course Dafydd himself was an alumnus of Liverpool and when he tried to bribe me into dropping my complaint about him in 1987, he made reference to a friend of his who was a Professor at Liverpool Medical School who would get me a place there if only I’d drop my complaint about him. Dafydd resorted to trying to bribe me because his threat to have me ‘detained in Risley Remand Centre’ if I didn’t drop my complaint about him hadn’t worked. When Dafydd tried to bribe me he stated that ‘some of my colleagues would rap me on the knuckles for this’. No they wouldn’t Dafydd, they knew that you were illegally imprisoning people, selling drugs, perjuring yourself and facilitating a paedophile ring and they didn’t even rap you on the knuckles for that. Instead they covered up for you and tried to frame me.

It was when Ken was Secretary of State for Health that he acquired a useful little helper called Tessa Keswick. I don’t know what she did for Ken, but they really got on well – he took Tessa with him when he was appointed to successive roles in the years that followed. He also had a Minister of State on his team, a David Mellor. Ken wanted someone in the Lords who would defend his reforms – that was to be a lawyer called Gloria Hooper who had been given a peerage in 1985. Ken’s Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State was Edwina Currie. The Edwina Currie who whilst she was in that role gave Jimmy Savile a job running Broadmoor. Edwina got herself into a public spat – not over a sexual abuser running a special hospital obviously, but because she damaged the business interests of some very wealthy factory farmers with some ill-advised comments about eggs and salmonella. After Edwina departed, Ken’s PUSS was a Roger Freeman.

Ken wasn’t exactly Alan Clark, he did actually make it into work and had some firm ideas concerning the management of the NHS, but throughout his book he displays a worryingly laissez faire attitude to the running of huge Gov’t Depts. He repeatedly tells us that he trusted people to get on with the job and that he didn’t really expect to be bothered by the people to whom he’d delegated work. Which is fine if you’ve delegated work to reliable people who know what they’re doing, but I’m not convinced that Ken did that. He was particularly impressed by a Minister of his called Virginia Bottomley – Ken gave her the responsibility for implementing community care once the big psychiatric hospitals began to be closed and Virginia was really brilliant because she didn’t ‘trouble’ Ken with anything. That was whilst people were discharged from long stay hospitals when there was no care in the community facilities in place – I remember it well, it was chaos. People became destitute and some of them died. It was on the back of these tragedies that the dreadful Marjorie Wallace was able to sell her desire to keep innocent people locked up in dreadful conditions at the mercy of Dafydd and his ilk (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). Esther joined in as well. Presumably Ken didn’t notice that Virginia hadn’t actually organised any community care – never mind, she didn’t trouble him, so he could carry on eating curries, boozing with his mates and going to Ronnie Scotts. Virginia of course had in a previous life been a psychiatric social worker – so she knew exactly what the human cost of her failure to effectively carry out her ‘policy’ was. Although she probably didn’t give a stuff and the fact that after this disaster she became Secretary of State for Health suggests that no-one else gave a stuff either.

It was this merry crew who were responsible for the NHS when the madness in north Wales was at it’s zenith.

Again, as Ken details his battles with the BMA et al, there are plenty of indications that he knows what a sorry state everything is in. He talks about seriously dysfunctional Health Authorities and how many of these there were (I know Ken, I and many others were suffering at the hands of Gwynedd and Clwyd in north Wales). He mentions terrible problems in Solihull in Birmingham – where a leading figure was none other than one Professor Robert Bluglass. So that’s why they used Bluglass to head so many inquiries into disasters in the psychiatric services then! Being a man whose own area was in meltdown and being someone who blamed the patients and exonerated the Top Doctors – even when they were facilitating a paedophile gang – he was obviously the safest pair of hands that the Dept of Health had.

Ken discusses just how vulnerable politicians are in the face of Top Doctors’ campaigns. His perception was that the only medical body supportive of him was the newly formed Royal College of General Practitioners. Which is particularly interesting, because I know of a very deceitful obscure GP of no great ability from Bangor who nevertheless rose to high rank in that organisation very quickly and I never understood why. The GP in question was Dr D.G.E. Wood, a friend of Dr Tony Francis and Dafydd, who spent a number of years cultivating my company and extracting info about the jobs that Brown and me were applying for, where we were living etc etc. I now have documentation demonstrating that Wood was passing all this info onto Dafydd et al and how helpful it was for them that I trusted Wood. Wood also made it his business to communicate with Professor Robert Owen about me using Owen’s home address in Colwyn Bay whilst Owen was setting up the ‘investigation’ into my complaint about Dafydd. I had no idea that Wood was doing this and he was no longer my GP. Neither was he the subject of any part of my complaint. Wood was just providing a useful service for Dafydd et al in the way that he provided a useful service for Gwynne the lobotomist every time that Gwynne elicited a disaster.

In 1989 a by-election was held in the Vale of Glamorgan after the sitting MP Raymond Gower died. The Labour candidate John Smith (not the John Smith  who later became leader of the Labour Party) was elected, after forming a collaboration with the Top Doctors. Whilst the Top Doctors were completely screwing Wales…

Ken remembers that Thatcher lived in fear of the Top Doctors after Charles Haughey  told her that she wouldn’t win an election if she upset the Top Doctors. If the stupid old bat hadn’t have been employing a child molester she’d never have had that worry.

Ken makes a lot of references to the help of someone who also featured prominently in Gyles Brandreth’s book (see post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’) – the Whip Tristan Garel-Jones. Political biographies of that time constantly refer to the ruthlessness of the Whips, of how they’d use any information against anyone in order to achieve what they wanted. Whips also boasted of accumulating dirt on MPs for this purpose – they also boasted of getting MPs out of trouble. Sometimes with regard to very serious trouble with the law – a hypothetical example given to Gyles Brandreth by a Whip was of an MP who had been misbehaving with ‘little boys’. Tristan Garel-Jones is now of course in the Lords. It is rumoured that Tristan Garel-Jones was the model for the character Francis Urquhart in the TV drama ‘House of Cards’. I never watched that, but I used to share a house with two people who were very big fans of that programme. One of my house-mates explained that Francis Urquhart was a total psychopath and a highlight of the series was the death of someone who could have damaged Urquhart in circumstances that could have been a murder but no-one was quite sure.

As opposed to the arson attack in April 1992 in which five people with connections to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal died – which definitely was murder. Even the inquest was obliged to return a verdict of ‘unlawful killing’.

Ken’s battles with the Top Doctors eventually became too much and Thatcher moved him to the Dept of Education where he was again Secretary of State. It was Ken who abolished the binary divide in HE and converted all the polytechnics into universities. Which many former staff of polytechnics maintain did them a great deal of harm – they lost their previous status as institutions with industrial links which specialised in vocational technical degrees and just came to be seen as second class universities. Ken has no regrets. According to him, like everything else that he oversaw – or with regard to community care that he never oversaw – it was a rip-roaring success.

Ken then reaches the heights of Home Secretary. He takes his trusty side-kick Tessa Keswick with him to the Home Office. He has a major problem on his hands – the Prison Service, which had been wrecked by the POA. Edwina’s idea of dealing with the criminal activities of the POA members at Broadmoor had been to put Jimmy Savile in charge of the institution after he told her that he would use his media contacts to blackmail them. Edwina thought that was a great idea. It didn’t occur to her to investigate the numerous complaints from patients that they had been violently assaulted or sexually abused by members of the POA. She just recruited Savile who joined in the party.

Ken was glad to find another old mate of his from the CUCU  in place as Minister of State – Peter Lloyd, who had been Chairman of the CUCU whilst Ken was at Cambridge.

Although Ken was under no illusions about the parlous state of the prison service, once more he stressed his very hands-off style of management. However, he did get a little over-involved in the face of a prison riot and tried to go down to the command centre that was trying to control it to tell them all what to do. Fortunately for everyone Ken’s Private Secretary Colin Walters did his best to keep Ken out of it. As well as the prisons being a flashpoint, there was also massive problems with immigration. So Ken appointed his ‘friend and former PPS’ Charles Wardle to sort it all out. The Permanent Secretary at the time was Clive Whitemore. When Charles Wardle later moved to Australia, he was replaced by Joan MacNaughton.

Now Ken was clearly a man ahead of his time in terms of his manipulation and utilisation of the concept of ‘promoting women because they’re under-represented’. Ken wanted more women on his team, which was most convenient because his Private Secretary Joan – Charles’s replacement – was a ‘determined feminist’. Who I suspect had a determined boss. In Ken’s words ‘Joan assembled around me a very able and very supportive group of intellectual young women who acted as my eyes and ears in the Dept’. A gang of female spies! Thus Ken was the first Secretary of State who had an ‘all female Private Office’.

Ken had another source of intelligence as well – Roy Gibbons, the man who had been his driver since 1979: ‘Like all the experienced Gov’t drivers, he was well up to speed with all the political gossip and intrigue in Whitehall’.

I had that Sir Peter Morrison in the back of the cab once. Amiable fellow.

Ken noticed something whilst he was Home Secretary though, something that seriously pissed him off. His level of security was raised to such  an extent that he now had to have a police driver instead of Ron and had to be escorted by police security all the time. Ken is no fool and although he knows that being Home Secretary does involve tight security, he notices that his police escorts are taking the security to ridiculous lengths. They do not ever leave him and very noticeably ensure that one of them listens to absolutely everything that he says. He tries to escape but they’re having none of it. One downside is that he likes going out for curries but now that the police accompany him everywhere, they insist on him eating in posh restaurants for ‘security purposes’. The police of course have their meals paid for and Ken has enough nous to know that ‘security’ is being used an excuse to get a good dinner. Ken also notices that the police arranged things concerning his official residence in Belgravia that ensured that he was never without them, even when at home with his family.

Ken suspects that all this is being done to ensure that ACPO (Association of Chief Police Officers) and other senior officers are kept well aware of the Home Secretary’s political intentions. After all, Ken is responsible for their pay, conditions of service etc. Ken describes his police protection as ‘very oppressive and extreme’. Ken is not the only one getting fed up of the police. Ken had intentions to reform the police and appointed Pat Sheehy as an advisor. Pat was the head of British Imperial Tobacco and had ‘loaned’ Ken a senior executive, Brian Hutchinson, to advise Ken when he formed his inner-city task force! Pat found that he was actively harassed by the police while he was ‘taking evidence and preparing his report’. Ken felt that he faced serious opposition from the police and that ACPO were a ‘huge club’. Ken did try to get along with them, they invited him to a few of their meetings and even Ken was gobsmacked at the amount of booze that was sunk. He got on much better with Her Majesty’s Inspectors of Constabularies who ‘always impressed’ him. He found the Police Federation a nightmare and they presented serious opposition to him. The Police Federation reps were allowed to retain their full police salaries and were ‘protecting their members against any disciplinary procedure or accountability for their performance’. The Police Federation drank so much that Ken discovered that he had to talk to them in the morning – after lunch they were too bladdered to engage.

Ken had ambitions to abolish the rank of Superintendent. Unsurprisingly, this was strongly opposed by the Superintendents’ Association. The Police Federation organised an enormous rally at Wembley Stadium against Ken. Another desire of Ken’s was to amalgamate forces.

Ken was not able to implement any of his reforms because he was removed from office. Although he and Tessa prepared a White Paper on police reform where they proposed that serious crime should be concentrated on, Ken’s successor as Home Secretary Michael Howard abandoned the proposed reforms.

Ken summarises by saying that he was less effective than he would have liked to have been as Home Secretary. He feels that the British justice system is hopeless at dealing with white collar crime, which is too complicated for the police and he admits is an ‘important part’ of the profitability of the banking and financial services. He admits that London ‘had undoubtedly become the safest and best place for any dictator, oligarch or corrupt political leader to place his or her ill-gotten gains’. Twenty five years later when Ken was Cabinet Minister and Justice Secretary in the Coalition Gov’t he observed that London had a ‘deserved reputation’ as the ‘money laundering capital of the world’.

Ken obviously knew pretty much what was happening in the Prison Service, in Immigration and the Police, although he didn’t make any headway in his attempts to deal with the enormous problems and indeed corruption that pervaded these ‘services’. There was one group of people who’s activities come under the Home Office however that Ken knew nothing about at all and indeed didn’t even try to unravel – the security services. He was simply told by older and wiser folk that ‘you will never know what they are up to at all’. Ken suspects that the security services may be utilising creative and somewhat unorthodox methods, but he asks no questions – probably because they deal with matters terrorism and that does frighten politicians. He had one meeting with someone from the security services whom he referred to as ‘Chief’ – but who knows whom he met…

I don’t doubt Ken’s account of the difficulties that he encountered from the police. They will have been as obstructive as possible – and it rather sounds as though they pressurised someone to remove him from office. I cannot help suspect though that there may have been another reason why the police watched and listened constantly and were as awkward as fuck and I suspect that Ken knows about this possible reason too, but he is never going to say a word about it.

Ken was Home Secretary between 10 April 1992 and 27 May 1993. During this time there was a police investigation into child abuse in children’s homes in north Wales and the existence of a possible paedophile ring in the region. Allegations had appeared in the London-based media that a paedophile ring was in operation in the children’s homes and that political figures were involved. A senior police officer in the North Wales Police, Gordon Anglesea, had been named by two men who claimed to have been abused by him when they were younger. A number of young people who were former residents of the children’s homes had been found dead. Eight days after Ken Clarke was appointed Home Secretary, the arson attack which killed the five people with connections to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal occurred. The man who allegedly confessed to starting the fire was found dead himself days later. (For the full background on all this, see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’.) The Chief Constable of the North Wales Police refused to let a Chief Constable from another police force lead the investigation, although allegations had been made that officers from the North Wales Police had been abusing the children themselves. Gordon Anglesea was a Superintendent in the North Wales Police. Anglesea sued after being named as a child abuser in the media and won (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Erbyn Yn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). In 2016 he was finally convicted and imprisoned for abusing boys in care in north Wales. The Police Federation supported Anglesea every step of the way and paid his legal costs. After he was convicted, the Police Federation continued to support him. He died in prison a few months after his conviction. The Police Federation turned out en masse at his funeral to give him a good send off.

The police will have been watching your every move Ken and they were never going to let you reform them, you are quite right about that. However your confidence in HM Inspectors of Constabulary was misplaced – they were up to their eyes in it as well (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). No doubt someone had a word with Thatcher who then had you removed. In north Wales, Alison Taylor was the most vocal person raising concerns about the abuse of children and I was the most vocal person raising concerns about the criminal activities of the psychiatric services who were facilitating and concealing the paedophile ring. I had a close friend who knew what had happened to me in north Wales who worked in the media and who wanted to make a film about it.

I note Ken that you were removed from office in May 1993. By May 1993 Alison Taylor had been sacked and branded a liar. I had been hounded out of a career in medical research and had been dragged through the Courts by the mental health services for offences that I had not committed. My friend who worked in the media was unlawfully dismissed at the very same time that I was bullied out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School. By the way Ken, there were also two attempts to set fire to my house at this time.

So did Ken really simply believe that Peter Morrison was an ‘amiable fellow’ who did ‘little work’? Ken’s junior Minister was, as I have noted above, Edwina Currie. Edwina Currie published her memoirs a few years ago, ‘Diaries 1987-1992’. Here’s an extract from that book:

‘One appointment in the recent reshuffle has attracted a lot of gossip and could be very dangerous. Peter Morrison has become the PM’s PPS. Now he’s what they call a ‘noted pederast’, with a liking for young boys; he admitted as much to Norman Tebbit when he became deputy chairman of the party but added ‘However I’m very discreet – and he must be! She [Thatcher] either knows and is taking a chance or doesn’t, either way, it’s a really dumb move. Theresa Gorman told me this evening (in a taxi coming back from a drinks party at the BBC) that she inherited Morrison’s agent, who claimed to have been offered money to keep quiet about his activities. It scares me as all the press know and as we get closer to the election someone is going to make trouble, very close to her indeed’.

Do you know what else Ken? My friend who wanted to make the film and who was unlawfully dismissed from her job in the media was a Labour Party activist. She campaigned at every election. The Tories were aware of her existence as well because before she landed her media job, she worked as a temporary secretary for the Tory Minister Richard Luce and was security checked – she was asked about her Labour party activities. I had another close friend as well, an academic who, with me, wanted to publish what was happening in north Wales. In the early 1990s he received constant harassment at work, attempts were made to dismiss him and then one day he was subjected to an unprovoked attack in the street in the midlands by a man who was known to have serious mental health problems. The man attempted to fracture my friend’s skull. My friend escaped with a broken cheek bone and missing teeth. My friend was later accused of attacking this man himself and also accused of nobbling the witnesses who testified in Court that it was my friend who had been set upon for no reason. Fortunately the Court believed my friend. As for my friend whose career in the media was finished off, she then began working on a self-employed basis as a script-writer for films. She became pregnant with her first baby. The pregnancy had no problems at all and she was told to expect a problem free delivery. Her labour went well too – but by the time her baby daughter was born, the baby was almost dead. The baby died a few hours later. It transpired that my friend’s baby had become distressed in the womb and although my friend had been hooked up to a foetal heart monitor, the midwife hadn’t read the trace. My friend made enquiries about bringing a legal action against the hospital, but was frankly told by an expert witness whom she had hired on a private basis not to even bother to try because somehow he knew that the hospital staff intended to lie on oath. My friend became seriously depressed after her baby’s death and was unable to work for a long time.

But we’re back firing on all cylinders again Ken, all three of us. My only regret is that I wasn’t able to publish all this whilst that monster Thatcher was still alive – but I didn’t have the documentary evidence that I needed. I have now got it.

Ken continues his account of life at the top of Gov’t after his removal as Home Secretary. He gives a detailed account of Black Wednesday, Sept 16 1992, when the economy fell off the cliff. He recites all the names of the financial geniuses who were running the show when this happened – Norman Lamont, Douglas Hurd, Michael Heseltine, Robert Leigh-Pemberton (Governor of the Bank of England), Terry Burns (Permanent Secretary to the Treasury), Sarah Hogg (Head of PM’s Policy Unit), Chief Whip Richard Ryder and of course Ken himself. Ken describes the sheer panic at the Treasury and notes that Sarah Hogg was ‘scathing’ about the lack of overnight preparation by the Treasury and the Bank of England for the market opening in the morning – the run on the Bank had begun the afternoon before. So Sarah didn’t blame herself at all then – she was after all only the Head of the PM’s Policy Unit. So as one of the architects of the disaster, she was obviously in an excellent position to be appointed Deputy Governor of the Bank of England later on in her career. The Deputy Hogg wasn’t the only Name of the Future among that lot – the special advisor to the Chancellor of the Exchequer Norman Lamont was at the time a young toff called David Cameron. Who, judging from Ken’s account, was crapping himself. Ken discusses Black Wednesday and the days afterwards in some depth and the one feature that stands out is that among this bunch of arrogant, pompous people who had proudly forced through their ‘reforms’ and had spent years telling the world that the Labour Party was hopeless with the economy, there was no-one at all who had a clue what to do. They had for years relied entirely on the advice of their ‘economic advisors’ – the likes of Patrick Minford, who’s now at Cardiff Business School and currently mouthing off in the media once more; indeed the other day on Radio 4 Ruth Lea reminded the listeners that over 300 hundred economists disagreed with Minford, but he turned out to be right and they were all wrong. Oh so that’s why Black Wednesday happened then and why these clueless wonders didn’t know what to do. It’s obvious from Ken’s account that he and his colleagues didn’t actually understand what their ‘advisors’ were telling them and they didn’t try to either – most of the politicians involved were lawyers or graduates of disciplines entirely unrelated to economics and they did not know their arses from their elbows. I am reminded of Willie Rushton’s old joke that you cannot run a country like a grocer’s shop no matter how hard Mrs Thatcher tries.

They knew how to save the day though! One month later Heseltine announced that all the remaining pits would be closed – that was 31 pits, with 30,000 jobs lost. Ken admits that they feared that the Gov’t would collapse, so an emergency Cabinet meeting was held with Peter Lilley, Tristan Garel-Jones, John Gummer, David Hunt, Virginia Bottomley and William Waldegrave and of course with Ken. How many of that lot had concealed the shite involving Peter Morrison then? Presumably the Cabinet felt that the only employment that should be available in Wales was that involving the procuring of teenage boys for sex work.

Ken knows who to blame for Black Wednesday though – it was the fault of Thatcher, Lawson, John Major and Chris Patten. I’m sure that they did have rather a lot to do with it, but I think that smug ignorant tosser who was special advisor to Norman Lamont was involved as well. Ken was then appointed Chancellor of the Exchequer himself. The smug ignorant tosser who had helped crash the economy obviously wanted to do it all again because he went to see Ken to ask him for a job as a special advisor, but sadly Ken was only allowed two of those and he already had Tessa Keswick and David Ruffley, so Ken had to turn little Cameron away. Cameron went to work in the Home Office instead with Michael Howard. (Which meant that Cameron was one of the gofers there when Howard and the Home Office finally shafted Mary Wynch leaving her ruined – see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’.) Ken knew that Cameron had a bright future though. Yes, he led the country into a EU referendum that he never thought he would lose and when he did, within hours he resigned stating that he wasn’t going to do ‘all the hard shit’. The  Chief Secretary to the Treasury when Ken was Chancellor was Michael Portillo. His new PPS was Jeremy Heyward, who later became Cameron’s Cabinet Secretary. Portillo was succeeded in this role by Jonathan Aitken – who resigned within a year to enter battle after he had been horribly smeared. Except that he hadn’t, but he lied in Court anyway, was caught and ended up in prison.

Tessa Keswick, Ken’s right hand woman for so many years, left his side in 1995 to run a think tank.

Ken mentions a few more highlights, such as Boris Johnson causing no end of problems when he worked as the Daily Telegraph’s European correspondent by fabricating stories. Ken observes that Boris ‘fervently followed the desired policy line of his proprietor, which at that time was Conrad Black. A friend of many senior Tories who also found himself in prison.

Ken mentions Brian Mawhinney, who by now had become Party Chairman. Brian was of course the brother-in-law of Patricia Scotland QC, who acted for the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry. Patricia was given a peerage whilst she worked on that Inquiry (please see my three previous posts dedicated to Patricia and her network for details). Ken has the pleasure of meeting the Treasury Secretary of the U.S. at one point, Bob Rubin – Rubin and his wife were ‘old friends’ of Leon Brittan and his wife, they even took annual holidays together!

Christ Almighty no wonder my friends and I all got sacked and attempts were made to set fire to my house, there was an awful lot riding on the Westminster Paedophile Ring remaining under wraps.

Ken doesn’t mention the Waterhouse Inquiry, although he does mention the Tories losing the 1997 general election and William Hague becoming leader. Ken doesn’t seem to be that impressed with Hague. He should have been, because whilst Hague was Secretary of State for Wales he organised the mother of all cover-ups which was Waterhouse and saved a lot of people’s scalps.

After Ken left office, he went in for company directorships in a big way. He became Chair of Unichem (his mate Geoffrey Rippon had already done a stint as Chair) and he became Deputy Chair of British American Tobacco. Ken was Chair of their Corporate Responsibility Committee. He knew that their product was ‘controversial’, so he strove to ‘uphold impeccable business standards’. They were ‘trading in some of the corrupt markets’ and Ken found that  BAT were often told that they could only invest in a country if they paid a bribe. ‘BAT resisted those pressures completely’ – they initially turned down Vietnam because bribes were requested, but Ken was delighted to find that BAT later managed to invest successfully. He had a similar experience in Russia and Nigeria. Ken does not explain how BAT managed to persuade some of the most corrupt regimes in the world to tread a more honest path…

Ken’s wife Gillian was a Trustee of Oxfam and she accompanied him on all his business trips. Oxfam and BAT – strange bedfellows surely? Gillian busied herself with ‘tourism and visiting Oxfam projects’. BAT purchased Formula One and Ken became Chair of the subsidiary, British American Racing. He became good mates with Bernie Ecclestone. Ken also joined the Board of the Independent as a non-executive Director and became good friends with Helena Kennedy and Margaret Jay, who were both on the Board! That’s the Helena who starred on my post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’, the Helena who relied upon the courtroom skills of Professor Nigel Eastman for so many of her cases. Nigel also used his talents to remain silent about the criminal activities of Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis when he was faced with them in 1991 (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) Well having Ken and Helena on the Board was a smart move by the owner Tony O’ Reilly – the Indie certainly wasn’t going to publish any further allegations that there was a paedophile ring in operation in north Wales and that politicians were involved.

Ken joined an asset management company run by his old friend Christopher Saunders and a hedge fund and he advised the Japanese finance house Daiwa. Ken noted a plus side to his new career: ‘the income, which was on a scale that no politician could ever earn in Government’. He also observed that it taught him a lot about financial matters but ‘unfortunately’ he ‘only acquired this vital experience after I had been Chancellor’. Never mind Ken, it didn’t matter that you didn’t know anything about it – there was always Patrick Minford or Sarah Hogg or even David Cameron to advise you. What could possibly go wrong?

Ken’s skills were still required in politics though. He describes secret visits to Tony Blair, along with Paddy Ashdown, to prepare the UK to enter the single currency -Ken was needed to win over public opinion. Having just been voted OUT by the citizens of the UK I’m not sure that Ken would be a great asset there. Blair wanted all the campaigning on the issue done by Ashdown, Heseltine and Ken, with the support of the CBI and the rest of the business community. But wily old Gordon Brown blew their plans out of the water. Gordon had instructed their Press Officer Charlie Whelan to brief the press that he and Blair had agreed not to join the single currency until the Treasury had studied the project. The civil servants carried out a ‘long and academic study’ – and then fessed up to Ken that they were waiting for Gordon to tell them what to conclude from their study. Mandelson approached Ken in a panic and asked him what to do when he found out that Gordon was about to announce that the UK didn’t pass any of the ‘five tests’ needed to justify entry into the Eurozone. Gordon knew that the UK wouldn’t pass the five tests, because he’d carefully thought them up in a taxi at the start of the whole process. That, according to Ken, is why the UK never entered the single currency. Ken himself hated the ‘save the pound’ national campaign that took place during the 2001 general election campaign, but he didn’t admit this in public – because so many of his ‘friends’ were behind that campaign. He was so anxious not to slip up that he carefully avoided all journos during the campaign – although he did have a hotline to the Indie’s Don McIntyre. Well Ken was on the Board wasn’t he.

Ken helpfully explains that the real achievement of the Blair Gov’t 1997-01 was to ‘cement the Thatcher revolution permanently in place’. Ken’s a big fan of Blair, as of course are David Cameron and Osborne, referring to him as the Master.

Hague resigned as Tory leader after the 2001 general election and there was another leadership battle. Portillo fancied being leader but Ken notes that Portillo was ‘dogged by absurd and malicious media rumours about his private life’. Ken was ‘infuriated by this nonsense which I was sure was untrue and in any case irrelevant’. So which media rumours is Ken talking about? The media rumours that Portillo was gay – which Portillo later admitted were true? Or the media rumours that Portillo was friendly with some of the Tories who were alleged to be abusing under-aged boys? Or the rumours that Portillo was abusing under-aged boys himself? Years before Portillo admitted that he was gay, I knew a young gay man in north Wales who used to go to gay clubs in Manchester. He told me that he had seen Portillo in them. The gay clubs in Manchester were also some of the places where mental health patients in north Wales who were being trafficked into prostitution were taken. The people doing this were part of the same network of people who trafficked the kids in care, so perhaps the kids in care ended up selling sex in gay clubs in Manchester, along with the Empowered Service Users.

Ken reveals that David Cameron had been Michael Howard’s ‘right hand man in Parliament’, his special advisor 1993/94. Mary Wynch was finally paid a  pittance by the Home Office in 1995, after she was robbed of her money and property and illegally detained by Dafydd Alun Jones in the North Wales Hospital. The 1995 ‘settlement’ was ‘final’ with no admission of liability for anything. Mary was by then elderly. She was told to piss off and it was announced that that was the end of the case. It was never mentioned again. So David will have known that little arrangement was on the way then when he left the Home Office in 1994. David left the Home Office to work as a PR man for Carlton TV! He remained there until he won his seat in 2001.

Blair wasn’t the only New Labour bigwig with whom Ken got on famously. He really liked Peter Mandelson as well. In fact Ken met with Mandelson ‘almost weekly’ in Mandelson’s office in the Lords to ‘discuss the important issues he was considering and try to reach agreement’.

After the Coalition Gov’t was formed, Ken became Lord Chancellor and Secretary of State for Justice. His new Permanent Secretary was Suma Chakrabarti (see post ‘The Poisonous Tentacles Of The Home Office’) and David Hass moved from George Osborne’s office to Ken’s – Hass was a former BBC man and he became Ken’s media advisor. Kathryn Laing was Ken’s advisor on policy and political matters. His Private Secretary was Darren Tierney, who was succeeded by Mark Sweeney. Again, Ken knows where the problems lie – that prisons are unsuitable places for people with drug problems and mental illnesses and huge numbers of prisoners actually have these. Ken comments that women prisoners almost all had ‘distressing personal problems’. Ken mentions that the Home Office tried to ‘sell’ legal aid cuts to his predecessor Jack Straw – Ken himself reduced legal aid further for civil cases. So if for example one has fallen into the clutches of the social services or mental health services and they have broken the law and abused you in some way – hard luck, you’ll not be getting legal aid. Well, after Mary Wynch demonstrated that Dafydd had illegally banged her up for a year and fleeced her of her wealth and all those people who’d been abused whilst they were in care as kids in north Wales started bellyaching, what else could the Gov’t do…

Ken embarked on a major closure of under-used magistrates courts, but got into a bit of bother when he found that No 10 was objecting to his policy. What Ken hadn’t realised was that Cameron’s mother was a magistrate and her court had been ear-marked for closure! Ken handed the policy over to a junior Minister, Jonathon Djangol, for implementation. Mrs Cameron’s courthouse was saved from closure.

Cameron asked Ken to meet the notorious Rebekah Wade/Brooks, Murdoch’s right hand woman. Ken observed that Rebekah seemed accustomed to meeting Home Secretaries and Justice Secretaries ‘and having her advice taken seriously’. Rebekah wanted Ken to acquire some prison ships and military style boot camps. Ken noted that he had previously been given the same suggestions from No 10. Ken wasn’t impressed with Rebekah and didn’t meet her again. He had some entertaining observations though – that Rebekah was occupying Cameron’s luxury hotel suite, was dressed in riding gear and had a plate of ‘Marie-Antoinette cakes’. That Ken, was because she’s nuts – even though she advises Tory PMs.

Ken noted that Andy Coulson, Cameron’s Director of Communications (and Rebecca’s former bedfellow and the former editor of the News of the Screws) had ‘obviously been appointed as Rupert Murdoch’s representative in No 10’. Coulson later went to prison. Another person whom Ken had to deal with was Patrick Rock, who was Michael Howard’s former special advisor at the Home Office and now Cameron’s Deputy Director of Policy, with responsibility for criminal justice. Rock was subsequently imprisoned for the possession of child porn.

Ken mentions another old friend in a high place, Igor Judge, lately of the Midlands Circuit, now Lord Chief Justice.

Ken wanted to abolish those things much in the news at present, IPPs – indeterminate prison sentences for public protection. Although Blunkett – whose brainwave they had been – admitted that they hadn’t ‘worked’ as he’d hoped (you were warned that they’d result in people imprisoned for years for trivial offences Blunkett, which is exactly what has happened) – Ken was told that it would be too much of a struggle to abolish them. So a deal was done. If Ken introduced some new minimum mandatory sentences under certain conditions, he’d be allowed to abolish IPPs – this deal had to be entered into because Cameron wanted to be seen to be tough on law and order.

Ken also provides an insight into the working of the office of the Mayor of London. When Boris was seeking a second term as Mayor, he dreamt up a ‘sobriety scheme’, which would involve anyone being arrested for drunkenness to be directed into a sentence requiring regular checks to prove that they were remaining sober. It was evident to Ken that Boris was clueless as to how he’d ever run such a scheme and he couldn’t answer even the most basic questions about it. So Boris rang the Met Commissioner on his mobile to answer Ken’s questions, but although the Commissioner was a supporter of the scheme, he couldn’t answer any questions about it either. Ken had a second meeting with Boris, during which Boris put his phone on speaker and asked someone from his office to come and answer the questions.

 

So that’s Ken’s overview of his gloriously long career at the top of Gov’t. Despite the many disasters, Ken reassures himself that all the policies that he pushed through have worked brilliantly and on every occasion that something went tits-up, it was someone else’s fault. He blithely carries on, reassuring everybody that there’s no problems, even when he knows damn well that the problems are horrendous. Such as one (At LEAST) of his colleagues molesting children, which caused the whole of the Gov’t to ignore serious criminal conduct on the part of social services, Top Doctors, the police, accountants and businessmen and to engage with corrupt professionals in the media to keep it all quiet – even when witnesses start being found dead or are killed in a mass murder in an arson attack. Ken knows that organised crime has become so big that the police can’t tackle it and he’s noticed that London has become a magnet for criminals, money-launderers and despots from corrupt regimes. Ever wondered why Ken? Not that he worries about it that much – he’s got lunches to eat, curries to enjoy, jazz clubs to visit and all those lucrative company directorships which involve doing business in, by his own admission, ‘corrupt markets’. It’s not as if he and his colleagues will come unstuck even when catastrophe strikes – the rules are bent for them, whether it’s keeping Mrs Cameron’s courthouse open or ensuring that Peter Morrison never gets caught out, even if that involves murdering some of the witnesses, ruining a few careers and stitching innocent people up in Court.

Well I hope it was worth it Ken. All that to ensure another election victory for Thatcher, so that narrow minded, dim, philistine of a woman could carry on being PM and preach to the rest of us the merits of monetarism, a policy which she obviously didn’t understand. Wales got completely fucked in the process and we were then told that it was all our fault. Oh and my friend’s baby died – but at least Thatcher was spared a film about a gang of paedophiles wreaking havoc, one of which was her PPS and Deputy Party Chairman. Thatcher died alone – but in the Ritz. Carol complained that in her final years with dementia, Thatcher’s ‘friends’ abandoned her. I think that was probably a function of the sort of people whom she chose as friends Carol.

Peter Morrison didn’t last as long as Thatcher, in fact he died suddenly and unexpectedly at only 51 years old. Gyles Brandreth’s autobiography states that Morrison was found dead at home at the bottom of the stairs. Gyles wonders whether he threw himself down the stairs to kill himself. I wouldn’t be surprised Gyles if someone actually pushed him and then whacked him on the head afterwards to ensure that the deed was done. Morrison was found dead on 13 July 1995. By which time a major investigation was underway into the abuse of children in children’s homes in Clwyd and there were demands for a Public Inquiry. The North Wales Hospital Denbigh had virtually closed down and Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had ‘retired’ with the remit to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). Alison Taylor and I had lost our careers, my friend’s first born had died and another friend who wanted to publish the story had been unlawfully dismissed from his job as well. Presumably disposing of Peter Morrison would bury the matter for ever.

But now I’ve written this blog.