Today We Have Naming Of Parts

My post ‘Include Me Out’ detailed some facts and figures relating to the inmates of Risley Remand Centre from 1968 onward and other related information which I suggest made it so obvious that so many victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were ending up there via unlawful processes that it was a nonsense for people to have claimed that they ‘didn’t know’ that a major sex trafficking ring was operating in north Wales through the mental health services and the children’s homes. I named some of the politicians, lawyers, Prison Service staff and others who must have known what was happening.

In this post I will provide details of a few on the ground in north Wales who not only knew but played key roles in the supply chain.

My post ‘That’s Entertainment’ described how in the 1980s, victims of Dafydd et al were given summer jobs at Penrhyn Castle, under the supervision of Wing Commander I.H. Panton. Wing Commander Panton was remembered fondly by Dafydd’s targets, but those dispossessed people had not clicked that that the Wing Commander knew what had happened to them but did nothing to help them. The Wing Commander regularly heard first hand accounts of beatings and suicides/murders in Risley Remand Centre, he knew that some of his employees had been abused sexually by those paid to care for them and that some of them in turn were behaving in a highly sexualised way themselves. The Wing Commander had a great deal of knowledge about Dafydd’s activities and the abuses at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Wing Commander Panton was so keen to help the victims of Dafydd and the paedophile gang that he employed them in casual low paid jobs every summer season. He joined in the work parties, he chatted to them and he knew exactly who remembered what and who was naming who.

Wing Commander Panton left north Wales years ago. He told his charges at Penrhyn Castle that he was moving to the west country to ‘write children’s books’, although a google search does not reveal that he either moved to the west country or wrote children’s books.

Penrhyn Castle was given to the National Trust in 1951, so it had been in their hands for decades by the time that Wing Commander Panton opened his arms to the victims of Dafydd et al.

I received an e mail from someone the other day telling me that Lucille Hughes was working for the National Trust at Penrhyn Castle. Lucille ‘retired’ from Gwynedd County Council immediately that the Waterhouse Report was published. Even Ronnie Waterhouse had to admit that Lucille, whilst she was Director of Gwynedd Social Services, knew that a paedophile gang was operating in the children’s homes that she was responsible for but she had not acted. My correspondent – like so many others – expressed astonishment that Lucille continues with her charity work at CAIS, with the CAB, with the Soroptomists and that her grubby fingers are also in the National Trust pie (or should that be PIE?) at Penrhyn Castle.

I know of another victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles who volunteered at Plas Newydd. Like those working at Penrhyn Castle – who in the 1980s weren’t volunteers but were employed on Thatcher’s ‘job creation’ schemes so were paid a benefit level wage – she was friendly and chatty and anyone spending any length of time with her could not have failed to notice that she was not being cared for in the way that the ‘services’ should have caring for her, even if they did not believe her stories of frankly abusive experiences (some at least of which I knew to be true).

The President of the National Trust is Prince Charles. One of the many people to whom Alison Taylor wrote in the 1980s regarding her concerns that there was widespread, serious abuse of children in care happening in north Wales was Prince Charles. I am told that ‘his office’ replied, stating that he really couldn’t get involved in this matter.

The Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor – Prince Charles’s friend and the father of the Princess of Wales’s goddaughter and also the father of one of Prince George’s godparents –  was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Sir Peter Morrison was the constituency MP. Morrison was abusing children in care in north Wales as well as at other locations. Morrison’s conduct was openly gossiped about by constituents and other politicians. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to Grosvenor’s estate for ‘work opportunities’ and would refuse to return there but didn’t explain why. Gerald Grosvenor was the lucky man who purchased the former St George’s Hospital building at Hyde Park Corner for £6ooo from the Tory Gov’t – the building was worth millions (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Staff at George’s Hospital Medical School were concealing the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales, as well as a linked paedophile gang in south London, of which their Professor of Paediatrics Oliver Brooke was a member. Staff at St George’s had personal links to Dafydd and Lucille.

As for Plas Newydd, that is the seat of the Marquesses of Anglesey and is also in the hands of the National Trust. The family have strong links to the Tory Party and the Anglesey Conservative Association. The Anglesey Conservative Association were very fond of Anne Widdecombe, begged her to be their Tory candidate and retained links with her although she jumped ship and tried her luck with another constituency. Before Doris Karloff became an MP, she worked as a senior administrator for the University of London. Doris was responsible for driving through the highly unpopular merger of Guy’s and Tommy’s. Despite being given such an onerous responsibility, Doris was allowed substantial time off work – whilst still being paid – and was given the use of a member of London University admin staff to help her campaign for election. London University also covertly supported Doris in her political project with Lady Olga Maitland, ‘Women and Families for Defence’ which the Tory Gov’t mounted in 1983 as a response to the growing support for CND. Details of all this can be read in my post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’.

The University of London not only used their resources to covertly support a Tory Party pressure group, but they were helping Doris achieve her political ambitions it would seem before Thatcher’s election victory in 1979. The VCs of London University who presided over all this were Lords Noel Annan and Randolph Quirk.

 

Noel Annan had a background in the security services – he had the distinction of joining Churchill in the bunker during WWII – and furthermore had been a member of the Cambridge Apostles when he was at university, along with Guy Burgess and Michael Straight, who were members of the Cambridge spy ring. Annan Chaired the Annan Committee – the Royal Commission on Broadcasting – which numbered a few other paedophiles’ friends as members. For more details on Noel Annan and the Annan Committee, see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’.

Randolph Quirk was a ‘supporter of the Labour Party’ – despite leading an institution which secretly allowed Anne Widdecombe to do Thatcher’s Gov’t a favour in mounting opposition to CND – who sat as a cross-bencher when he received a peerage. Quirk was a linguist who worked with David Crystal. David Crystal is a linguist who spent his career at UCL, but has an honorary Chair at Bangor University. Crystal grew up in Holyhead and Liverpool and now lives in Holyhead once more.

In the 1980s there was a problem in the Dept of Linguistics in UCNW (Bangor University). It went under the name of Professor Andrew Radford. Radford was appointed in 1980 and when I arrived at UCNW in 1981, a lot of people were already complaining bitterly about Radford. He was, essentially, a wally. Radford’s notions of getting down with the kids were rather patronising to students with a brain, but the more gullible students thought that he was great. He had disco lights and pictures of Debbie Harry in his office and joined students on pub crawls and crashed their parties. So far so lame. But Radford was also shagging students on a grand scale. Better than that, after a few years, other staff noticed a strong correlation between the linguistics students who were getting Firsts and the students who had shagged Radford. Neither was the correlation based on speculation – I know one now retired lecturer from Bangor who said that Radford was so ruthlessly exploitative that he boasted of his encounters and supplied details to his colleagues. Radford did eventually depart from UCNW – under a huge cloud – but not until 1989, when he returned to his old home of the University of Essex.

I knew a linguistics student who didn’t shag Radford, but who was very, very distressed by what he was doing. I don’t know whether he had tried it on with her, or whether she just found his activities too unsavoury to cope with, but towards the end of her first year she had a breakdown. She asked for help at the Student Health Centre and was referred to Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne told her that she had a personality disorder and that he ‘could do nothing for her’. Within two days she attempted suicide. She ended up in the North Wales Hospital. No, she didn’t get Dafydd – for once he was kept well out of the way because this young woman’s mum was a nurse from Shrewsbury who hit the roof when she found out what had gone on and made a formal complaint about Gwynne.

After the disaster with Gwynne, this student was referred to a nice young doctor who had just arrived in north Wales – Tony Francis. Francis did what he did in so many other cases – he did an excellent impersonation of a caring competent man, apologised to the student and her mum and assured them that Gwynne had been dealt with and that no other student would ever have this experience. Gwynne remained in the Student Health Centre and some eighteen months later I encountered him… As did at least two students who attempted suicide within days of meeting him.

When the student of Radford’s returned to UNCW, she told everyone that she would not return to the Linguistics Dept. Radford wrote to Tony Francis and told him that there was no reason why she should not continue on the linguistics course. The student’s mum told Francis that she was not going near Andrew Radford again. Francis was the hero of the hour – or so it seemed – and told the student and her mother that he had sorted it with the university authorities for the student to transfer to a joint honours in Italian and Latin. Which is what happened.

The young woman then found it very difficult to access services at the Student Health Centre. Dr D.G.E. Wood told a third party that she was ‘wet’ and Francis told a third party that she was ‘weak’. Francis’s assessment of the fragility of this student was interesting in the light of his decision a few weeks later to discharge her from his clinic with no aftercare, in the wake of her telling him and a number of other people that she was feeling suicidal.

I knew this student well and we remained in contact after graduation. She did graduate despite being refused healthcare and she then went to Manchester to do an MA. Her problems continued and she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She made a number of serious suicide attempts and after each one returned to the family home where she was cared for by her mum and her sisters, although she continued to live in Manchester.

I met up with her last in about 2000. She had recently made a suicide attempt so serious that it was very nearly successful. She had been prescribed huge quantities of anti-depressants which are lethal in overdose, after telling her Top Doctor that she felt suicidal. She took an overdose, was in a coma for three days and ended up with kidney damage. Her mum accompanied her to the psychiatrist after she recovered and expressed her concerns that if her daughter was prescribed the same toxic-in-overdose medication again, the next suicide attempt would work. The former UCNW student was prescribed the same medication again.

She was taking that medication when I met up with her. She told me that the mental health services in Manchester were terrible, that she was simply being given repeat prescriptions with appointments at lengthy intervals and that it was nearly impossible to see a Top Doctor anyway. She had recently been to Australia to visit her sister who had emigrated there and had been given a massive quantity of another ‘medication’ to ‘calm her down’ for the flight. She collapsed at an airport in the Far East whilst changing planes and other passengers assisted her. The Top Doctor had prescribed her a massive dose of haloperidol just before the flight, so it was entirely predictable that she would collapse on her way over to Australia.

That was the last time that I saw my former college mate. She committed suicide a few years ago.

I don’t think that she or her mum knew that the lethal bastards who were neglecting her so badly in Manchester were the former colleagues of Tony Francis, whom he had worked with immediately prior to his move to north Wales (see posts ‘A Stalker’s Network’ and ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). They had been ‘trained’ by Dafydd’s old mate Dr Bob Hobson and were facilitating and concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘The Mentor’).

So that was another witness to the clinical skills of Gwynne dealt with.

 

Professor David Crystal’s mate Randolph Quirk was succeeded as VC of London University by Lord Brian Flowers, who concealed as much – if not even more – crap than Annan and Quirk did. Flowers came from Swansea and was the man who presided over wrongdoing and crime at Imperial College before he was let loose on the University of London as a whole (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). There was an elderly academic who died a few years ago who was involved with Bangor University – particularly fundraising – who when he was younger had been a Professor and I think a senior manager at Imperial College. He seemed such a lovely old boy, but he was probably a paedophiles’ friend, the urge to toady to serious criminals just seems to be far too much for a lot of people to resist.

 

Professor David Crystal has advised on the original pronunciation of a number of Shakespeare productions, including ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. Which of course featured a character called Bottom. In his essay ‘Preposterous Pleasures: Queer Theories and A Midsummer Night’s Dream,’ Douglas E. Green explores possible interpretations of alternative sexuality that he finds within the text of the play, in juxtaposition to the proscribed social mores of the culture at the time the play was written. He writes that his essay ‘does not (seek to) rewrite A Midsummer Night’s Dream as a gay play but rather explores some of its ‘homoerotic significations’ … moments of ‘queer’ disruption and eruption in this Shakespearean comedy.’

Get your head around that Dafydd.

 ‘Titania adoring the Ass-headed Bottom’. Oil on canvas by Henry Fuseli, c. 1790.

 

David Crystal was influential in a campaign which resulted in the creation of the Ucheldre Centre at Holyhead. I don’t know who is on the governing body of the Ucheldre Centre – although I could have a good guess – but it describes itself as a ‘community arts venue’ (the premier one no less) in north Wales. In reality, the Ucheldre Centre is a magnet for the Mafia of Drips and provides a venue for things such as International Wimmin’s Day celebrations and Service Users Empowerment activities. It has hosted exhibitions of art work by Michael Mansfield’s mate Kyffin Williams and has won a Prince of Wales Award. The Ucheldre Centre was formerly a convent and I suspect that it saw rather more meaningful action when the Sisters occupied the building, because some of them did some quite exciting things, as a result of the convent belonging to a French Order with links to the southern hemisphere. As opposed to links with Jane Hutt or MIND.

 

To return to the National Trust, who employed so many of those victims of Dafydd and Gwynne who didn’t get as far as UCNW. Whilst Wing Commander Panton was keeping a lid on it all down at Penrhyn Castle, the DG of the NT was Sir Jack Boles.

Sir Jack Boles was DG of the NT, 1975-83. So it will have been Jack who established the arrangement for Dafydd’s victims to arrive en masse at Penrhyn Castle every summer. It will really have been Jack as well – he was a very hands-on (so to speak) DG, he visited the regions regularly and he was also responsible for a big PR offensive for the NT. It was while Sir Jack was DG that the NT acquired a number of very valuable properties, including Erddig, the country house near Wrexham.

Sir Jack’s father had been in the Royal Navy until the early 1940s when for some unspecified reason he ‘was allowed to retire’. Sir Jack’s dad was in the Royal Navy at the same time as Lord Mountbatten, Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and others who knew a lot about the organised abuse of children and other naughtiness in high places (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

Sir Jack served in the British Army, including in North Borneo and then joined the Colonial Service. He was the Secretary to the last British Governor of Malaysia, Sir William Goode. Sir Jack could not have done the jobs that he did throughout those years without working with the security services.

Sir Jack’s son is the Tory MP for Grantham and Stamford, Nick Boles. Before he became an MP, Nick Boles was a member of the disgrace that was Westminster City Council, which did many unlawful and gerrymandering things when Shirley Porter the Tesco heiress was leader. Shirley escaped justice for a very long time, but eventually she was fined a huge quantity of money. Instead of paying the fine, Shirley went to live in Israel and returned to the UK some years later when it seemed she felt confident that she wasn’t going to end up behind bars. Comments from a reader of this blog left in response to my post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ suggest that Shirley had information about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, which was how she got away with so much for so long.

In 2002 Nick Boles was the founder of the think tank Policy Exchange and remained its Director until 2007. Policy Exchange has provided a home for a number of paedophiles’ friends with a penchant for right wing politics (see post ‘Disgusting Of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’).

Nick Boles is gay.

Sir Jack’s second wife was Anne, daughter of the 12th Earl Waldegrave. The 12th Earl – Geoffrey Waldegrave – had strong links to the west country. He became a member of Somerset County Council in 1937 and later worked as a MAFF official with responsibilities in Somerset, Wiltshire and Gloucestershire. He was President of the Somerset Trust for Nature Conservation, 1964-80. It is likely that Geoffrey Waldegrave had links with some of those in Somerset who were involved with concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al as detailed in my post ‘Include Me Out’. He was a member of the BBC Advisory Council, 1963-66 and he was a Director of Lloyds Bank, 1964-76. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the paedophiles’ friend from north Wales who had numerous links to Dafydd and who’s son Thomas was sexually abusing boys in care in north Wales with the knowledge of the Social Services, police and magistrates but was never prosecuted and later died of an HIV related condition, was a Director of Lloyd’s Bank. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon was also a magistrate, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, President of UCNW, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, 1974-78, the most senior Freemason in north Wales and much more besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Anne’s brother was the Tory politician William Waldegrave – who was, among other things, Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92, under Thatcher and then Major. William was one of the Health Secretaries who colluded with the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

William and Anne’s sister Susan married Marmaduke Hussey, the man whom Thatcher ensured was installed as Chairman of the BBC, although when he was appointed he didn’t even know where the BBC HQ was located and he was a disaster for those glorious years when he was in post. One of my friends worked at the Commissioning Dept at the BBC whilst Hussey was Chairman and my friend was forced out because he refused to accept a bribe (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’). Susan Hussey is one of Prince William’s godparents.

The Chair of the Betsi Board Dr Peter Higson – who was a clinical psychologist at and then the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh throughout the paedophile years and has spent his entire career concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al – is the brother of Dr Ruth Hussey, who was the Chief Medical Officer of Wales, April 2012 -16. Ruth Hussey’s previous includes being the Director of Public Health for Liverpool, a senior lecturer in public health at Liverpool University and from 2006, the Regional Director of Public Health at NHS North West, when she was seconded to the Public Health England Transition Team at the Dept of Health during the New Labour horrors.

I have no idea whether Ruth Hussey is an in-law of Susan and Marmaduke, but this corrupt incestuous shithouse is so big that it really wouldn’t surprise me if she was. I’m beginning to think that Brown and me are the only people who haven’t been tempted into this luxurious, ever-embracing public convenience which exists solely to protect Dafydd and a paedophile gang.

 

The Chairman of the NT whilst it made arrangements for the victims of serious crime to be herded into the sheep pen at Penrhyn Castle was Lord Patrick Gibson, who became Chairman of the NT, 1977-86. Gibson had been a council member of the NT since 1963 and continued to ‘take an interest in it’ after his retirement. There was trouble for the NT in 1983 when the MoD wanted to expand its operations on NT land and many NT members objected. An angry meeting resulted at which Gibson gave everyone a bollocking and their objections were subsequently ignored.

Lord Gibson served in the war – you’ve guessed it, he was in SOE and then worked in political intelligence with the Foreign Office. As with so many others who assisted Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many decades, Lord Gibson and Sir Jack Boles did some very impressive things during their time with the forces and risked life and limb to escape from dangerous unpleasant situations. It really is very sad to think that they thought that Dafydd, Lucille and a gang of paedophiles were worth their time and effort protecting. For God’s sake, one of those employed at Penrhyn Castle in the 1980s summers used to have gay sex with people in the clock tower – I can remember his name as well, but he might still be alive and in Bethesda, so I won’t publish it here, I don’t want to hear that he’s been found dead as nearly all witnesses now have.

Should anyone make the point that ‘oh but they were spies, they could have been undercover and gathering info.’ Yes, I’ve considered that. If they were, they have been gathering info on Dafydd et al since the early 1960s. Dafydd is still a free man Chairing CAIS. North Wales is wrecked, the statutory services don’t function and nearly all the witnesses to the north Wales paedophile gang are now dead. The Lords is choc full of those who knew what Dafydd et al were doing but who concealed it. Whatever those spies were doing, it benefited Dafydd and Lucille, not their victims. If they could fight Hitler and sat in the bunker alongside Churchill, why did they have so much trouble dealing with an insane old idiot who’s ham acting was so bad that no-one could have been fooled?

People who like to believe that there was no such thing as a Westminster Paedophile Ring and who harrumph and point to the fact that the ‘fantasies’ of nutters are only appearing online, never in the mainstream media, might like to ponder on who Lord Gibson was. He was married to a member of the family who owned Pearson plc, a newspaper and publishing business. Patrick Gibson was Chairman of the Pearson Group, 1978-83. The Pearson Group included the Westminster Press Group, which owned 46 provincial newspapers, including the ‘Northern Echo’ and the ‘Oxford Mail’. From 1967 Gibson was also Chair of the book publication arm of Pearson, Pearson Longman, which included Penguin. Gibson began working as a journo with the Pearson group in the late 1940s and was soon an Editorial Director. He was on the Board of the ‘Financial Times’ and became its Chairman in 1975. He was also on the Board of ‘The Economist’.

Gibson was Chairman of the Arts Council of GB, 1972-77. He succeeded paedophiles’ friend – and Harold Wilson’s friend and solicitor – Lord Arnold Goodman as Chair of the Arts Council. He preceded paedophiles’ friend and Wilson’s Health Minister Kenneth Robinson as Chair (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Did Gibson find out about the Westminster Paedophile Gang and that was how he ended up Chairing the Arts Council and the NT? Or was he given those positions because he was a stooge who could be relied upon not to blow the gaffe when he found out that those organisations were full of people who had concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al?

Many of those who colluded with Dafydd and the gang occupied senior roles in organisations concerned with the arts and heritage. Again and again when I research them, they are involved with opera, with galleries, with theatre and with museums. The lucky few sit at the top of those organisations.

 

Previous posts, such as ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ and ‘Include Me Out’, have noted how many people at senior levels in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t covered up the organised abuse of vulnerable people, often under the guise of providing services for the less advantaged. Harold Wilson rivalled Tony Blair in that regard. I have been watching some old documentaries about Wilson’s administrations which speculate on why he resigned suddenly and unexpectedly. There is much discussion of old favourites, such as Marcia Williams aka Lady Falkender throwing hissy fits and allegations that Wilson was working for the KGB. No-one mentioned that his toadies were using the welfare state to run a paedophile ring who murdered witnesses, which was probably as much of a problem as his alleged chumminess with the KGB.

I’ll be blogging about a few more of those close to Harold who helped Dafydd et al very soon, there are some whom I have not yet mentioned.

 

One of the undergrads in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW, 1981-83, was a mature student called Gaye Kennaway. Her husband Ian was Director of the Regions for the National Trust. Gaye became a personal friend of many of the lecturers at UCNW and at the time I just thought that was because she was older than the rest of us, but now I’m sure that there was something more going on. Gaye was very friendly with Prof Greig-Smith, the ecologist who knew Prof Edred Henry Corner, the Cambridge botanist who was Douglas Hurd’s uncle. Hurd was Home Secretary, 1985-89, whilst the Home Office ignored the havoc and criminality in north Wales and at Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Security, Security’). Gaye ended up with a First and a number of lecturers openly remarked that she only received one because of the help that she had received from her pal Greig-Smith. Then Gaye was offered a PhD studentship with Chris Wood, who was married to the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the trafficking ring (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’ for more about Gaye and Ian Kennaway).

Gaye pushed the boat out to befriend the lecturers from the very beginning of the course, even the lecturers who were notoriously difficult and unfriendly. I was gobsmacked when in the first term I heard Gaye inviting Tony Jones to the opera. Tony Jones snapped that he didn’t have time to go to the opera. Gaye told him that he could stay over at her house and go straight into work the next day. Dr Tony Jones was the last person whom one would invite to the opera. He was a rather butch South African earth scientist who spent his time climbing or working with the Ogwen Mountain Rescue Team and who revelled in referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He lived alone and had close relationships with some of the male undergrads which caused comment but never direct accusations. Tony Jones was mates with some of the North Wales Police and for a laugh one day he got them to arrest a student whom he had fallen out with. The student was wrongfully arrested and banged up in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight and released without charge the next day. Tony Jones would not blend in at Glyndebourne.

So imagine my surprise when as investigations and inquiries into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began and the paedophiles’ friends launched their huge PR effort to remind everyone that Wales was a musical nation – Praise the Lord – and a literary nation and an arty nation and when Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, the son of Gwynedd County Council Chief Exec Ioan Bowen Rees, became an international rock star (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), Tony Jones popped up on ‘This Is Your Life’ with Michael Aspel (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). Tony Jones! He’d never done ‘Saturday Night At The London Palladium’ or a Royal Variety Performance. He hadn’t even appeared with Bernard Manning on  ‘The Wheel Tappers and Shunters Social Club’ on tele. Tony Jones was a racist old geologist from Bangor and before that he was at Aberystwyth University. I’d like to know who was responsible for getting him onto prime time TV.

There are more than a few paedophiles’ friends with media links…

One person who would have been finished if the scale of the crime in north Wales had been admitted at that time would have been Lord K.O. Morgan, Principal of Aberystwyth University, the institution which was churning out crooked lawyers. Lord Ken was Mr Big in the Welsh Labour Party. He was married to the late Jane Morgan, a criminologist who grew up in Wrexham and later worked at Oxford. Jane did her PhD at Leicester University when scores of people there were concealing the activities of Frank Beck and Greville Janner. David and Richard Attenborough’s dad was Principal of what became Leicester University. See posts ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’ for details of those involved in the cover-up. But Jane was also mates with Prof Dick Hobbs, who is a good mate of Laurie Taylor. Laurie’s son Matthew was Blair’s adviser – Matthew was and might still be Chief Exec of the RSA. Full details re Lord Ken and Jane can be found in my post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

Shortly after I’d watched Gaye do her best to introduce Tony Jones to the world of La Scala, Gaye told me that she was ‘very fond’ of another one of the staff – Ralph Oxley. Ralph was married to Isobel Hargreaves, who worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. Isobel’s name later appeared on some of Prof Mark Williams’s Mindfulness publications, the enormous research fraud that Williams perpetrated whilst the mental health patients died at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’.)

Gaye knew how to choose her friends.

 

The Chairman of the National Trust, 2008-14, was Sir Simon Jenkins. Simon is best known for being the Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92. Before that he worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ – as did Top Doctor’s wife, Lord Snowdon’s mistress and one of the paedophiles’ greatest friends Marjorie Wallace (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). Jenkins has written for many other newspapers as well and currently writes for ‘The Guardian’. Sir Simon was on the Board of British Rail, 1979-90. Which was famously atrocious, even though Jimmy Savile kept reassuring us that ‘this is the age of the train’. Which is a bit odd, because Savile boasted about his Rolls Royce, which it was later revealed he used to tempt teenaged girls into who were then sexually assaulted and his caravan, which was parked in the grounds of Broadmoor and was the site of a number of rapes. Perhaps Savile was just doing his bit for British Rail to drum up business for Harold Wilson’s mate George Thomas, who was known to be sexually molesting boys on the trains between London and south Wales.

Sir Simon has a second home at Aberdyfi in north Wales and he pissed everyone off by writing an article maintaining that people do not have the right to live near their families or where they grew up. Aberdyfi is absolutely lovely and is one of those places in north Wales that is completely beyond the price range of most local people because it has become such a popular destination for people from England who want a second home.

Simon’s other home is – or was – in Piccadilly. There are allegations that Simon has a third home as well.

Simon has campaigned against the building of affordable housing. Simon’s predecessor at the NT Sir Jack Boles hit the roof when he discovered that there was a plan to build near his home in Devon. Simon’s other predecessor at the NT, Lord Patrick Gibson, used his estate in Sussex as his main home but also had a villa north of Venice.

Sir Simon knew Sir Robin Day, who was one of Ronald Waterhouse’s closest friends.

Sir Simon’s first wife was the American actress Gayle Hunnicutt. Films in which Gayle starred included: ‘The Wild Angels’ (1966); ‘The Legend Of Hell House’ (1973); ‘The Sell Out’ (1976); ‘Target’ (1985). Gayle’s appeared on TV in: ‘Thriller – K Is For Killing’ (1974); ‘Dylan’ (1978); ‘Strong Medicine’ (1986). Gayle also appeared in ‘Dallas’ (1989-91), which starred some of Joan Collins’s mates. Joan Collins was friends with Christopher Cazenove and his wife Angharad Rees. Angharad’s dad was the Welsh Top Doctor Prof Linford Rees, who spent many decades concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and his associates and who according to legend died peacefully in his chair after a paned and a Welsh cake. Linford also enjoyed showing people photos of his female patients whilst they were in the bath, but that was always taken as a sign that he was a high calibre wag (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Titania Adoring Sir Simon Jenkins:

The Ass-headed Bottom:
Simon Jenkins at Policy Fight Club.jpg

 

Sir Simon and his mates were at the top of the food chain. Let me introduce a few more of Dafydd’s henchmen.

It was the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor where children were severely abused and then trafficked for sex, including to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). The manager of Ty’r Felin was Nefyn Dodd – he was assisted in the abuse of the kids by his wife June Dodd and his Deputy, Mari Roberts. I have detailed Dodd’s activities in previous posts. Dodd used to boast that he was a friend of Dafydd – Dodd presumably thought that an association with Dafydd was worth boasting about. The Waterhouse Inquiry was told by ex-residents of the brutality and repeated assaults on children by Nefyn and June Dodd, as well as by Mari Roberts. Ronnie dismissed the allegations and constantly made excuses for these three thugs.

One of the bottom feeders at Ty’r Felin was Peter Gadd. Gadd was employed by Gwynedd County Council for years on a temporary contract, in much the same way that Martin Jones, in his capacity as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, staffed Ysbyty Gwynedd substantially by using agency or bank nurses. Anyone who dared mention the neglect and abuse of patients found that they ‘didn’t get their hours’ any longer. Martin didn’t even have to worry about bullying them out of their jobs or dismissing them on trumped up charges.

Gadd was a member of the Ogwen Mountain Rescue Team, as were other paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘No-One Is Innocent’) and frequently disappeared from work to go out with the Mountain Rescue Team.

There were many complaints against Gadd of bullying and assault on children and I am told that none of them were properly investigated. I have received an e mail stating that Gadd ‘provoked conflict between children so that he could wade in violently to restore order’. This was a favourite technique of the paedophiles’ friends in the mental health services as well. Patients would also be baited by staff until even the most even-tempered or mild-mannered of them raised their voice or stood up from their chair, at which point they’d be met with ‘restraint’ ie. an Angel landing on top of them needlessly, after which a few more Angels would pitch in. In the event of a complaint from the patient, a counter-allegation of assault on an Angel would be made and the patient would be hauled off down to the police station – even if they were sectioned – to be charged. Male patients were on occasions tasered by the police who were called into the hospital. In the events of patients taking their complaints to Ministers, or other witnesses expressing concern, somehow a piece would appear in the local paper concerning the serious problem of Dangerous Psychiatric Patients and how many hundreds of assaults the Angels had sustained recently at their hands.

I witnessed Gadd-like conduct in the North Wales Hospital and I understood immediately what the game being played was, which some other patients didn’t. After I left Denbigh, on one occasion when I rang Bryn Golau Ward in an attempt to get some answers because none of my letters of complaint had received a response, an Angel answered and I could hear what was very clearly the baiting of a distressed patient in the background. The patient then started screaming in distress – I knew damn well what was going on and I challenged the Angel who had answered the phone. I heard them say something in Welsh – which I did not understand – to the patient and then they gave the phone to the patient who of course screamed at me down the phone. No doubt the paedophiles’ victim had been told that I was a Top Doctor or a police officer or something. The phone was then snatched away from the patient and slammed down on me. Had I been there in person, no doubt a situation would have been engineered in which I would have been thumped.

Bryn Golau Ward, 1987. Dr Peter Higson in a management position in the North Wales Hospital, the Welsh Office ignoring all complaints. That was what was going on at ground level.

In Nov 1987, Peter Gadd gave evidence at the disciplinary investigation held by Gwynedd County Council against the whistleblower Alison Taylor. Alison had been Gadd’s supervisor, but he hadn’t worked for her since 1984. Gadd gave absolutely damning evidence against Taylor, maintaining that it was Alison that was the problem, not Nefyn Dodd.

In 1987, Gwynedd County Council were planning to take over Cartref Bontnewydd, a by then disused children’s home that was previously run by the Methodist Church. Gadd was promised the post of officer-in-charge at Cartref Bontnewydd in return for giving evidence against Alison. Gadd did not know that someone in Gwynedd County Council – I don’t know who – had also promised the post to Mari Roberts. Mari was appointed and an angry Gadd later told people that he’d ‘lied for Dodd’, in order to have Alison sacked.

Mari Roberts never worked with Alison but she also gave evidence against her at the Gwynedd County Council disciplinary panel – in support of Dodd, maintaining that Alison should be dismissed. Alison was dismissed in Nov 1987.

Gadd’s wife Patricia worked as a supply teacher – I presume for Gwynedd Education Authority. I understand that she subsequently was employed as a care officer by Gwynedd, although Patricia doesn’t seem to have any social work qualification.

It has been suggested to me that this was either compensation for Gadd not being given the post at Cartref Bontnewydd, or that Gadd threatened to go public on the fact that he had lied at Alison’s disciplinary hearing.

There were numerous complaints against Mari Roberts as well as against Gadd and the Dodds. There were complaints before the North Wales Police investigation of 1991-93.

By Nov 1987 when Dodd was organising Alison’s dismissal, the CPS were still considering a number of serious complaints against Nefyn Dodd. The CPS did not respond until Jan 1988. By Nov 1987 I had made repeated complaints about the mental health services in north Wales about the most serious matters. Dafydd had told me that if I didn’t drop my complaints he’d have me arrested and detained in Risley Remand Centre and he did try and do this in the summer of 1987, after a junior doctor perjured himself (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). He had also told me that if I did drop my complaints, he would ensure that I would be given a place at Liverpool Medical School. He had contacted my solicitor and told him not to act for me and had tried to find out which patients I might name as witnesses to the wrongdoing. Brown had written to Gwynedd Health Authority stating that he had heard Dafydd trying to threaten and bribe me but received no response. The Welsh Office knew about all of these matters, as did Clwyd and Gwynedd Health Authorities and Gwynedd Social Services. As did the North Wales Police.

The DPP at that time was Sir Thomas Hetherington QC and then Sir Allan Green QC.

As a result of the North Wales Police investigation, 1991-93, over 100 complaints about Nefyn Dodd were referred to the CPS. There was no prosecution of Dodd. By the time that the investigation had finished, I had been prosecuted for ‘staring a social worker’ in Safeways in Bangor (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). The social worker was Jackie Brandt, who had illegally detained me in the psychiatric ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd, where I had the pleasure of Dafydd trying to discuss sex with me and then, after I challenged him, telling me to get out of north Wales and never come back or I’d be arrested (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Statements had been made about me by Tony Francis – without my knowledge – to Hempsons, the MDU solicitors, alleging that I had tried to strangle a Top Doctor, tried to throttle a Top Doctor and had attempted to stab a Top Doctor with ‘a dagger’. Both Hempsons and Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who worked for the Welsh Office, wrote to Francis and others admitting that there was no evidence for any of these allegations.

The 1991-93 police investigation also resulted in numerous complaints against Mari, but no prosecutions resulted.

The DPP throughout all this was Sir Allan Green QC and then Dame Barbara Mills QC.

 

At the Waterhouse Inquiry Mari Roberts was however highly critical of Nefyn Dodd and his regime. She didn’t mention her key role in Alison’s dismissal, neither did the Counsel for the Inquiry and neither did Ronnie Waterhouse. Mari Roberts is discussed in the Waterhouse Report because witnesses described Mari in rather damning terms. She was described as deeply unpleasant and indeed violent, as Nefyn Dodd’s ‘henchwoman’. Ronnie was told that Mari had slapped children across the face and around the head, that she had kicked them, dragged them by their hair, forced them to strip and taken away their clothes after they had run away following her previous assaults and that on one occasion she had tried to smother a boy. Waterhouse observed that Mari was a caring woman who was dealing with some very difficult young people. When she was asked to explain the accusation that she had tried to smother a boy, Mari explained to Ronnie that she was ‘just being playful’.

And when they say no they mean yes don’t they Dafydd?

Like so many paedophiles’ friends in north Wales who do not have secure or well-paid employment, Peter and Patricia Gadd certainly live well. The Gadd’s live at Llanllechid, at Cysgod-y-Coed. They live in quite a nice converted barn/farmhouse place, with a fleet of 4 wheel drive vehicles parked outside. Their house is not in the main part of the village, it’s down a lane. As the crow flies, they must live very near to where Ioan Bowen Rees lived in his Plas. Since Ioan died, Mrs Bowen Rees has moved into the square in Rachub, but still in one of the best houses in the village. The Gadd’s and the Bowen Rees’s must have just been across the fields from each other.

The Gadd’s and the Bowen Rees’s lived there when someone made repeated attempts to set fire to my house, which was just down the road from them. That would have been in the early 1990s.

Peter and Pat Gadd are no longer involved in child care, but they have a new source of revenue. They’re doing Air B&B! If you look them up on Air B&B, they don’t mention their previous careers in sex trafficking. There’s a little photo of them cuddled up together looking like a comfy middle-aged couple.

‘Will you be wanting a Welsh cake, bach? I’ve got some in the oven. Ooh, I’ve got some bara brith on as well, that’ll be ready tonight. The beatings and the buggery are extras. We do overnight trips to Dolphin Square as well if you’re interested.’

This is what you get if you look up Peter n Pat on Air B&B:

The Gadd Barn, Cysgod y Coed.

Llanllechid
Patricia
6 guests
2 bedrooms
6 beds
1 bath

1830s Barn converted into basic holiday accommodation. Can sleep 6+.
Fully fitted open plan kitchen with cooker. fridge and microwave. Lounge area with woodburner, TV, freeview box. Quiet rural area 2 miles from Bethesda. Well behaved pets welcome.

More Information

The space

1830s Barn conversion with beams, stone walls and wood-burning stove. 1 kingsized and 2 single beds in one bedroom an 2 single beds in another Bedroom but room for a couple of mattresses if required. Fully fitted open plan kitchen with cooker, fridge/freezer and microwave. Bathroom with shower. Lounge with TV, Freeview and internet access.
Set in a secluded, rural area 6 miles from the city of Bangor and 2 miles from the small town of Bethesda where there are pubs, supermarkets, takeaways, and of course the famous Zipwire at Penrhyn Quarry

Guest access

Guests and their children have access to a small field with swings and a play area. The yard area is also suitable for BBQs and sitting in the evenings.
Arrangements can be made to use a washing machine if needed.

Interaction with guests

We live across the yard in another converted barn. We are there if you need any help or directions but we will not intrude.We have 3 very friendly chocolate labradors who love a fuss but that is up to you.

Other things to note

Our home is called Cysgod y Coed and the Barn is part of the basic budget accommodation with comfortable beds and fully equipped kitchen for self-catering.

 

If any readers fancy spending a night with the people traffickers, it’ll cost you £50.

 

Mari Roberts is now known as Mari Roberts-Jones. Mari was the creme de la creme in Ty’r Felin, she had a degree from UCNW (like Lucille Hughes). I think that Mari Roberts was probably taught at UCNW by the notorious Glyn Williams aka Glyn Patagonia. Like the former Bangor criminologist Prof Roy King, Glyn Patagonia had left UCNW by the time that I began post-doc work there, but he was still remembered as a vindictive bully. Glyn Patagonia went down in history at Bangor because the university brought a disciplinary case against him for systematically marking up Welsh language students and marking down English language students. He was represented by a very grand lawyer as well as by the AUT and he was cleared. When I first heard about this I thought well he probably wasn’t routinely doing it, it could have been one of those civil wars as a result of the strife which prevailed in the Dept at the time. I was later told by a number of people who are positive about the Welsh language, ‘no, he was guilty as charged, the marks were systematically fiddled’.

Like all good paedophiles’ friends, Glyn Williams was a greedy hypocrite and owned a second home in France.

Duw it’s hard. Pass the bara brith, put on Dafydd Iwan and we’ll have a sing song to keep up our spirits.

 

A lot of the paedophiles and their colleagues working in the children’s homes in north Wales did certificates in social work at Cartrefle College of Education (formerly Cartrefle  Training College) in Wrexham. Cartrefle became NEWI (North East Wales Institute) in 1975; in 1993 Cartrefle became an associate member of the University of Wales; in 2004 it became a full member of the University of Wales and in 2008 it became Glyndwr University.

In the early 80s Cartrefle College had a hotline to Nefyn Dodd and Lucille. The paedophiles’ friends at Cartrefle reported back to Dodd and Lucille on students, but not through any official channels. It was the usual MO of the paedophiles’ friends, gossip and rumour, targeting potential whistleblowers.

The MP for the constituency in which Ty’r Felin was located at the time was paedophiles’ friend and Welsh Office Minister Wyn – later Lord Wyn – Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Dafydd Wigley was told of concerns about events at Ty’r Felin, but as it wasn’t in his constituency, he passed the concerns on to Wyn (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Ty’r Felin wasn’t in Dafydd Wigley’s constituency but the HQ of Gwynedd County Council was just around the corner from his constituency office. I’m fairly sure that Dafydd Wigley lives – or lived – in Bontnewydd. In the same village as Cartref Bontnewydd, where Mari Roberts playfully suffocated children and dragged them around by their hair. Cartref Newydd was in Dafydd Wigley’s constituency. Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, was an adviser to Dafydd Wigley.

 

I am told that the standards at Cartrefle College were very, very poor. My post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University’ discusses the many paedophiles’ friends who have governed and staffed that very troubled institution. Many of them date back to its time as Cartrefle College. In 2001, whilst the institution was still NEWI, Prof Mike Scott was appointed Principal. It mystified a great many people. Not just because when Mike Scott had done his PhD many moons ago at the University of Wales he had been ordered to rewrite and resubmit and there were people in the region who could remember this happening, but because a great many people maintained that Mike Scott was a completely unsuitable person to have been given that job. Including Brown.

Mike Scott had previously been a PVC at De Montfort University in Leicester and he virtually destroyed the place. He was a key figure in a disastrous senior management team who screwed up so badly that the institution had to be raised from the ashes by the present VC, who seems to have done a very good job. After Scott left De Montfort smouldering on the pavement, everyone at DMU presumed that he’d never work again. Then he turned up at NEWI, presided over events as extraordinary as he presided over at DMU and bugger me, someone then agreed to call his house of dysfunction a University.

In view of the fact that Scott did his PhD at the University of Wales in the days when the paedophiles largely controlled the institution, I cannot help but wonder if Mike Scott played the same old north Wales game – I know what you all did and where the bodies are buried… Gissa job as VC.

Leicester was the location of a paedophile gang which was linked to Dafydd et al…

Mike Scott took up his appointment at DMU in 1989. He had previously worked at Sunderland Poly. There was a paedophile gang located in the Sunderland area with links to Dafydd et al…

Mike Scott stood down from Glyndwr University in 2015. He announced that he would be departing in 2014, after the Home Office withdrew Glyndwr’s right to sponsor international students following allegations of visa fraud. The University’s Chancellor Sir Jon Shortridge praised Mike Scott’s ‘outstanding achievements’ as VC. Sir Jon Shortridge is a former civil servant who joined the hub of corruption that was the Welsh Office in 1984 and rose to the very top (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

Since devolution, Higher Education has been the responsibility of the Welsh Gov’t. When Scott was appointed Principal of NEWI in 2001, Rhodri Morgan was FM, as he was in 2008 when Glyndwr was granted university status.

The University of Salford validated degrees from Cartrefle College. Cartrefle College evolved into NEWI, which offered social work training, as does Glyndwr University. The University of Salford knew that children in care were being abused in north Wales because the Waterhouse Report discusses a student on placement from the University of Salford who was so horrified by what he saw in north Wales that he reported it to the University. As a result he was withdrawn from his placement after a matter of days. This student followed all appropriate guidelines after he witnessed child abuse. Waterhouse dismissed his evidence because he’d only been on placement for a few days so he didn’t really know what the care of children in north Wales was like.

The authorities responsible for Cartrefle College were the Welsh Dept at the Ministry of Education and the Dept of Education and Science. It was in the early 1980s when my correspondent told me that they had witnessed appalling standards and when staff at Cartrefle College had a hotline to Lucille and Dodd. The Secretary of State for Education and Science, 1981-86, was Sir Keith Joseph – who’s adviser was Barbara Kahan, who colluded with organised child abuse throughout her career (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Barbara Kahan was one of the people to whom Alison Taylor wrote regarding her concerns about child abuse in north Wales. Alison did not receive a reply. Kahan, along with Allan Levy QC, conducted the Inquiry into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal in the 1980s and published the resultant Report in 1991. They underplayed the seriousness of the abuse and for how long people had ignored it. Brown and I wrote to Keith Joseph, when we were undergrads, about student finance. The old bastard probably had us targeted then. The Secretary of State for the DES, 1979-81, was Mark Carlisle, who in 1973 had reassured the Commons that he had no concerns about the stream of deaths and the overcrowding at Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Previous Secretaries of State for the DES who were responsible for Cartrefle as qualifications were handed out to sex offenders were: Shirley Williams (under PM Jim Callaghan) – Shirl was asked by Dafydd Wigley to hold an Inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW but she refused; Fred Mulley, under Wilson and Callaghan – Mulley was a barrister and like paedophiles’ friend Robert Bluglass, an Old Warwickian! (see ref ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE). The Warwick School website has a little quip about the Old Warwickians ‘growing old disgracefully’. Presumably they’ve heard about Bluglass facilitating an international sex trafficking ring. Someone ought to seize Compton Verney under the proceeds of crime legislation.

Cheers!

 

 

 

Before Fred, the Secretary of State for the DES was Reg Prentice, under PM Wilson. Prentice was a barrel of laughs, he left the Labour Party in 1977 and in 1979 was elected as a Tory MP. Thatcher made him Minister for the Disabled! Prentice died in 2001, but in the last few years before his death he was President of the Devizes Conservative Association. Sir Peter Morrison’s family seat was near Devizes and the locality had become completely corrupted as a result. No wonder Reg went and parked himself down there during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Prior to Reg, the Secretary of State for the DES was a Margaret Hilda Thatcher. She was so busy withdrawing the free school milk from primary school kids that she took her eye off a gang of paedophiles giving out certificates in social work to other members of the gang. Furthermore her critics were so busy yelling ‘Thatcher the Snatcher’ that they forgot to mention that Cartrefle was training sex traffickers.

It’s all a bit Julian Tudor Hart isn’t it (see post ‘The Human Stain’).

That takes us as far back as 1970. Cartrefle was dishing out the qualifications to the paedophiles’ friends even before then. It feels as if it’s been going on since the Pre-Cambrian era…

 

There was a children’s home in Llanfairpwll on Anglesey, called Y Gwyngyll, which was the focus of complaints such that in 1981 the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees, was obliged to launch an investigation. Bowen Rees called in  ‘senior officers’ of Dyfed County Council who of course found nothing seriously amiss. Ioan Bowen Rees had been the County Secretary of Dyfed County Council before he became Chief Exec of Gwynedd. There was a paedophile ring in Dyfed at the time which had links to Dafydd et al.

 

An Orthodox priest – yes, north Wales has one – called Father Deiniol who lived in Blaenau Ffestiniog used to have boys from Y Gwyngyll staying over at his house for the weekend. I have been told that on one occasion, one boy returned from Father Deiniol’s place highly distressed with, for some inexplicable reason, his toenails painted purple. Alison Taylor stored up yet more trouble for herself when she raised concerns regarding the arrangement between Father Deiniol and the children from Y Gwyngyll. Her concerns were silenced. Nefyn Dodd, David Bailey (the officer-in-charge of Y Gwyngyll) and Gethin Evans all maintained that Father Deiniol was the best thing since sliced bread and that he was providing welcome opportunities for disadvantaged kids to have a weekend break.

I was always intrigued by Father Deiniol’s presence in north Wales. The first time that I saw him I was an undergrad and in a Chinese takeaway in Bangor. I was quite surprised when an Orthodox priest came in and ordered some food. I used to see him around Upper Bangor (the part of Bangor where the University arts depts are and the residential quarter where students and in those days many University staff used to live) in the company of a variety of people. Upper Bangor was host to a selection of characters in those days. There was a left-wing bookshop called the Information Centre which was the centre of CND activity; there was a whole food restaurant called Methusala’s; there was a load of Bahai people;  there was a house covered in activist stickers which housed a crowd of people – some of whom were involved with the domestic violence shelter – including a little boy who used to always sport a ‘boys against sexism’ badge; there was a man who called himself Brother Dai who, when he heard that I lived on Anglesey, told me that Anglesey was ‘the island of free love’. Shortly after encountering Brother Dai, I saw an advert in an alternative newsletter inviting people to come along for a session of ‘European Rolfing’. I asked Brown if he knew what on earth European Rolfing was, but he’d never heard of such a practice either. I had the feeling that it might involve Brother Dai.

The people who owned Methusula’s were readily identifiable because they seemed to have a great deal of money by Bangor standards. They drove a Porsche, which was unique for alternative people hanging out in Upper Bangor. The restaurant was very small, the prices were reasonable and the customers were mostly students. A lot of businesses in Bangor or Menai Bridge in those days were obviously hobby shops, owned by people who didn’t make enough from their shop to live on but who had another source of income (often a spouse who worked in the university or as a Top Doctor) which subsidised the shop. Methusula’s struck me as being that sort of business, but the couple who owned it worked in there themselves every night and then drove home in the Porsche which was parked just down the road. They did chat to the students and customers, but their goodwill was a bit forced. They sold up and left Bangor in about 1983 and told me that they were buying a pub and restaurant in Devon. They were so frosty when I asked them what their future plans were – which was weird because I’d been a regular in Methusula’s for ages – that I wondered if they had had some sort of bad experience and that’s why they were going.

So Father Deiniol used to be seen around Bangor amongst this crowd. Father Deiniol used to turn up to freshers’ events at UCNW and he was still doing this when I left Bangor in 2012. I was manning a stall at the postgrad fair and who rolled up but Father Deiniol. I had no idea that he was a paedophiles’ friend and hosted the kids from Y Gwyngwyll, I only received information about this after I began this blog.

Father Deiniol has a heavy internet presence. He features on a Facebook page, ‘Past Times of Blaenau Ffestiniog’ and under the title ‘Father Deiniol, Respected Member of Blaenau Ffestiniog’ one can read about Father Deiniol’s ‘journey’. Father Deiniol certainly gets around, he’s travelled the world and although he speaks Welsh, English and Greek, it would appear that Father Deiniol originally came from Wrexham. The coverage of Father Deiniol’s adventures tell us that he became involved in the Orthodox Church when he was a teenager in Wrexham and subsequently founded the Wales Orthodox Mission in the mid-1980s. Father Deiniol is of the generation who were young men when that paedophile ring based in the children’s homes in Wrexham really began expanding their business.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation. Paedophile ring you say? Bechod, we’ve got harps and Elinor Bennett, we’ve got literature and Kate Roberts, we’ve got art and Kyffin and we’ve also got an Orthodox priest with a penchant for purple nail varnish on the toes of young boys…

In 2008, Father Deiniol – Tad Deiniol in Welsh – starred in a TV series, ‘Taith Tad Deiniol’. The series was narrated by Twm Morys who did so because he has ‘an interest in the Orthodox Church’. Twm is a media-friendly Bard who has featured on this blog recently (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Twm’s dad/mum is Jan Morris, who when she was James Morris, was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition – the team leader was Sir Charles Evans, the Top Doctor who was Principal of UCNW for all those years when the paedophiles’ friends ran the place. Twm and Jan are big fans of paedophiles’ friend and colleague Dr Chris Evans.

The TV series starring Father Deiniol was made by Peter Telfer of mid-Wales production company Pixel Foundry, who it is said ‘was a pupil of Father Deiniol’s at Ysgol Ardudwy’.

Pixel Foundry was dissolved in 2013 but used a number of addresses at Machynlleth as well as one at Abersytwyth Arts Centre. Peter Telfer was the Creative Director and a Suzanne Kemp was the Company Secretary. Peter Telfer used an address in Ceinws for a long time. Ceinws hit the media for all the wrong reasons in 2012, when five yr old April Jones from Machynlleth was murdered by Mark Bridger, who lived at Ceinws, having moved there from Birmingham.

One newspaper article stated that Father Deiniol was the Chaplain at Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities.

 

Another correspondent has told me that a teacher from Anglesey known to the kids as ‘Seagull’ who was ‘hated and feared’ by the children was also a regular at Y Gwyngwyll. I have not been given Seagull’s real name.

 

There was quite a bit of action at Blaenau Ffestiniog other than Father Deiniol and his Orthodox Church. Blaenau hosted Ceryl Wyn Davies, who I am told still lives there. Ceryl Wyn Davies was the Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School (a primary school near Blaenau) who in 1986, whilst Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, was jailed for 18 months at Mold Crown Court after pleading guilty to three charges of indecent assault on girls under thirteen. Ceryl Wyn was 47 yrs old at the time of his imprisonment and had been Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School for seven years.

Had Ioan Bowen Rees operated on the same level as the rest of us, Ceryl Wyn’s conviction might have left him a little red-faced, but being Ioan it won’t have. Ceryl Wyn had previous. In 1964, after being convicted at Holyhead Magistrates Court for indecently assaulting schoolgirls whilst being employed as a teacher, Ceryl Wyn was sentenced to nine months in prison. Ioan Bowen Rees stated that Ceryl Wyn’s 1964 conviction had been spent and ‘had to be ignored’. It was true that Ceryl Wyn’s conviction had been spent, but with regard to spent convictions, potential employers are obliged to exercise judgement not ignore the conviction under all circumstances. If the spent conviction is relevant to the job for which the offender is applying, the potential employer is required to take the spent conviction into account. Ceryl Wyn was a child sex offender who had applied for a job as a Headmaster of a primary school.

This was in the days before CRB/DBS checks, so Ceryl Wyn would not have been obliged to mention his 1964 conviction on his application when he threw his hat in the ring for the job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School. However, Gwynedd Education Authority were well aware that there was Something About Ceryl Wyn when he became Head of Tanygrisiau. He was already in the employ of Gwynedd County Council as a teacher and was promoted to Headmaster of Tanygrisiau – shortly after he had appeared before Blaenau Ffestiniog Magistrates in 1978 for, er, indecently assaulting school children.

Ceryl Wyn was acquitted. He was defended by the best – Emlyn Hooson QC, the then Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire! Emlyn was a pretty big hitter to bring in for an appearance in Blaenau Ffestiniog Magistrates Court.

Emlyn Hooson was a close mate of Ronnie Waterhouse. Hooson had been part of the Liberal Party panel which investigated Jeremy Thorpe regarding Norman Scott’s allegations years before Jeremy stood trial for conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman. The inquiry had finished by Lord Frank Byers – Lisa Nandy’s grandfather – hurling insults at Norman and Norman giving up and leaving the room in despair (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

It was the year in which Hooson successfully defended Ceryl Wyn for indecent assault that Jeremy Thorpe was charged with conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman. The year after Ceryl Wyn was acquitted, so was Thorpe.

It must have been really great being a friend of Emlyn Hooson.

Glyn Davies, the Tory MP for Montgomeryshire recently appeared in the Welsh media complaining that the recent TV drama about Jeremy Thorpe cast Emlyn Hooson in a very negative light, which according to Davies, was unfair. Glyn Davies spent years sitting on Montgomery District Council alongside Hooson’s wife Shirley, who died very recently (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

After Ceryl’s second imprisonment – in 1986 – Ioan Bowen Rees maintained that the 1978 panel who promoted Ceryl Wyn to the post of Headmaster was ‘not negligent’ and  ‘did not show favouritism’. Bowen Rees made the point that after his 1964 conviction and prison sentence, Ceryl Wyn was reinstated as a teacher by the Dept of Education in 1970. That was when Thatch was Education Secretary and whilst Cartrefle College was busy distributing qualifications to members of a paedophile gang. A great many of whom ended up working for Ioan Bowen Rees. Bowen Rees himself partly blamed Thatch for that business of Ceryl finding himself working as a Headmaster – ‘with hindsight we can see that the Dept of Education and the local LEA put too much trust in the individual in question’.

The ‘local LEA’ will have been Gwynedd, under the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, David Alun Jones, Ioan’s predecessor. Ioan wasn’t the Chief Exec when Ceryl Wyn was given a job as Headmaster, but Ioan almost certainly knew Ceryl Wyn back in 1964, when Ceryl Wyn was first jailed for sex offences against children. Because Ioan grew up in north Wales and for years worked as a solicitor for the old Denbighshire County Council. Ioan – and his parents – were well-known locally and in 1955 Ioan stood as the Plaid candidate for Conwy.

Ceryl Wyn may have been only reinstated as a teacher in 1970 out of the kindness of Thatch’s heart, but the folk of Blaenau obviously had no worries regarding his conduct with young people very soon after he was released from prison following his 1964 conviction, because in 1968 Ceryl Wyn was a member of the Council which oversaw the Youth Eisteddfod in Blaenau Ffestiniog. I have been sent a nice photo of Ceryl Wyn, along with the other members of the Council – Maldwyn Parry, Gareth Jones, Elwyn Hughes, Morwen Davies, Pegi Lloyd Williams and Geraint Vaughan Jones.

Ceryl Wyn Davies grew up in Blaenau and trained as a teacher at Coleg Normal in Bangor. He has been a member of a number of local choirs, including Cor Meibion y Moelwyn, of which he was the leader. Ceryl Wyn has also been the Chair of Blaenau Ffestiniog Town Council. He is a keen Eistedfoddwr and is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. I am told that he still preaches locally.

 

Anyone who knows Blaenau Ffestiniog will know that there is absolutely no way that people didn’t know about Ceryl Wyn’s 1964 conviction when he became Head of Tanygrisiau School in 1978. Most of the town will have been to school with Ceryl Wyn and a good few will have been at Coleg Normal with him, EVERYONE will have known.

I am not suggesting that Ceryl Wyn should have been cast into the outer darkness after his 1964 conviction. It says a lot for Blaenau that he wasn’t followed by a baying mob demanding his testicles on a platter. But they did know that a very close eye should have been kept on him where children were concerned. Many people will have been well aware of that and may have had great reservations about Ceryl Wyn turning up as the local primary school Headmaster. I suspect that it was the usual story – we don’t like it, we are very worried but we don’t feel that we can even raise concerns because his mates are bigger than we are and we live here and everyone knows where we live. Neither do we fancy being framed for crimes or being carted off to the North Wales Hospital by the Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker (see post ‘No-One Is Innocent’) on the grounds that we have some serious delusions about a child molesting Headmaster and his friends.

I really don’t have a problem with north Wales accepting Ceryl Wyn back into the fold after he had been to prison. What I have a problem with is the shit that was flung at Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch, me and many others, because we did not have the same mates as Ceryl Wyn, yet we had not serially molested children over decades.

It was in April 1986 when Ceryl Wyn Did It Again and was sent back to prison. Which was about about the time when the threats and aggro towards me from Dr D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis and other paedophiles’ friends began to escalate. I didn’t know, but at the time Tony Francis was sending furious letters to the BMA and the MDU stressing how dangerous and twisted I was on the basis of my allegations about Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne was almost dead by then, they all knew that he wasn’t long for this world, but I was mouthing off and Mary Wynch had put her case before the Master of the Rolls and that had been reported in the London-based broadsheets. I notice that Ceryl Wyn’s case received widespread publicity and was even reported in ‘The Times’. It was mentioned that Ceryl Wyn had indecently assaulted pupils as he marked their work…

Unlike Ceryl Wyn, I, along with others, were hounded out of jobs and nearly ended up in prison – indeed some people did go to prison – without having committed any offences at all. One of the barristers and judges who led the field in such prosecutions was the fat fool Huw Daniel. Who’s father, J.E. Daniel, was an inspector of schools in north Wales and worked at the Bala Theological College, along with the father of Dafydd Iwan – one time leader of Gwynedd County Council – and Alun Ffred, one time member of Gwynedd County Council and subsequently AM for Caernarfon and then Arfon.

Yma O Hyd! Indeed you are – and look at the bloody mess.

After Ceryl Wyn stood accused once more but was acquitted in 1978, Gwynedd County Council assembled a disciplinary panel which met twice to ‘review the position’. The panel decided that it was ‘unreasonable’ to ‘force the children who gave evidence during a lengthy court case to be questioned again’. There is a great deal of sense in that conclusion. I can only stand by and gawp as I witness the damage and distress inflicted upon victims of sexual assault as complete fuckwit after complete fuckwit demand that they ‘talk about it because it helps’. Does it? When was that demonstrated then? I’m not sure that there is much evidence pointing to that. There is however a great deal of evidence that suggests that sexual predators target people whom they think may have been victims of sexual assault previously. Anyone for Dafydd’s sex therapy?

The disciplinary panel would not have needed to have forced traumatised children to give evidence again. The children’s evidence had already been heard in open court. It was publicly available. What the panel should not have done was given Ceryl Wyn a job as a Headmaster shortly after the kids had given evidence, thus giving him unsupervised access to primary school children. Perhaps even the siblings and friends of the kids who had given the evidence…

I suspect that the kids of Blaenau Ffestiniog were fully aware of Ceryl Wyn, kids tend to be quite sharp with regard to adults who have a penchant to Fiddle About. It’s the adults who can’t cope if the Fiddler in question is a Headmaster to whom they are related or are friends with, or a Top Doctor who is good at getting the guilty out of Risley Remand Centre, putting the innocent in there or securing one’s relatives jobs as social workers or places at Liverpool Medical School.

But we didn’t know!

Jokes, cartoons, songs, nicknames…

We didn’t know.

Serious complaints followed by suicides and deaths, houses going up in flames…

 

A few other stars were and no doubt still are based in Blaenau, along with Father Deiniol and Ceryl Wyn.

In July 2010 Gwilym Euros Roberts was jailed for four and a half years after attacking his estranged wife Catrin with two knives. In April 2010 he broke into Catrin’s house in Blaenau – Roberts was also living in Blaenau but in a different house – armed himself with two knives from the kitchen, burst into a bedroom where Catrin was watching TV yelling ‘I’m going to kill you, fucking bitch’, pushed her onto the bed and tried to stab her in the head and neck. Catrin had been living in fear of Roberts and had dialled 999 when she heard someone breaking in, assuming that it was him. Catrin fought Roberts off, sustaining a broken nose and serious defence wounds to her hands and arms. Catrin stated that Roberts had attempted to murder her.

After Catrin fought back, Roberts ‘fled’ to the house of ‘a friend’ – media reports did not mention their name – and stated ‘I’ve lost it, I’ve tried to stab Catrin’. Roberts made a full admission to the police.

At the time that Gwilym Roberts knifed Catrin, he was on police bail following a brawl in March at the Oakeley Arms at Maentwrog – near to Blaenau – during which it was alleged that Roberts assaulted Catrin and another man, after he found them in a bedroom at the Oakeley Arms. Roberts’s bail conditions had stated that he was not to contact Catrin. Several complaints had been made to the police regarding Roberts breaching his bail conditions before he stabbed Catrin and a few days prior to attacking her, Roberts had been arrested on suspicion of criminal damage.

At the time of the attack on Catrin, much was made of broken-hearted Gwilym committing a crime of passion after the slapper Catrin was found with another man. There was no comment regarding why Catrin might have sought comfort in the arms of someone else. Catrin’s family simply released photos of a narrowly escaping death Catrin and starkly said ‘this is what he did to her’.

Gwilym Roberts was the Councillor for Diffwys and Maenofferen Ward in Blaenau on Gwynedd County Council. Roberts was a Councillor for Llais Gwynedd (Voice of Gwynedd), a breakaway group from Plaid. His conviction and imprisonment caused a by-election.

Roberts stood trial in July 2010. Some reports stated that it was at Mold Crown Court, but others said Caernarfon. He was charged with unlawfully and maliciously wounding or causing grievous bodily harm with intent, rather than attempted murder. Roberts was defended by barrister John Wyn Williams, who stressed that Roberts was ‘genuinely ashamed’ of his actions.

John Wyn Williams was based at Linenhall Chambers in Cheshire. Lord Alex Carlile was based at the same Chambers. John Wyn Williams is married to an Angel who works – or used to work – at the Ablett Unit, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. One of her colleagues there was Dr Neil Davies, a mate of Dafydd’s. Neil Davies was the RMO for Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital when I and so many other people were unlawfully imprisoned there in 1986/87. Copies of medical records in my possession show that when one – brave – Angel – told Neil Davies that I had been unlawfully arrested and detained as a result of a ‘deal’ between Dafydd and a Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station and she was most unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’, Neil Davies told her that she wasn’t really involved, all she had to do was to refuse to let me go.

John Wyn Williams was one of the barristers from whom I sought a legal opinion regarding a possible negligence case against the NHS in about 2004-05. I had a conference with him and received a legal opinion that didn’t actually say ‘no hope on this one’, but somehow it all fizzled out without John Wyn Williams explaining why.

Recorder Winston Roddick QC presided over Gwilym Euros Roberts’s trial. Roddick is a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and was the former Counsel General for Wales when the Waterhouse Report was published (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). Roddick stated that Roberts had  ‘shown genuine remorse’ and of course was ‘ashamed’. Roddick commented that Roberts had ‘an outstanding record of public service. The sentence is the shortest time the law permits’.

The record for Roberts’s case mentions that his ‘good character’, ‘remorse’ and a ‘character reference/witness’ were taken into account re sentencing. I do not know who the character reference was.

‘Call Dr DA Jones, he’s needed in court…’

Gwilym’s good luck just went on and on. In March 2011, whilst Gwilym was serving the shortest sentence possible for wounding rather than a massive sentence for attempted murder following two assaults, criminal damage and repeatedly breaking bail conditions, it was reported that Gwilym had been ‘wrongly assessed’ as being a future risk to the general public and that the condition imposed upon him to be subject to a period of four years on extended licence following his release from prison was overturned. The decision was made in the London Court of Appeal by Mrs – now Dame – Kathryn Thirlwall.

Kathryn Thirlwall went to school at St Anthony’s Girls’ Catholic Academy in Sunderland, then to Bristol University, then to Newcastle Poly.

Readers will remember the paedophile gang which operated in the north east with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales, who were protected by politicians, civil servants, Top Docs etc. Readers might need reminding that Lord David Hunt, who spent so many years concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al, is a Bristol University alumnus. As is D.G.E. Wood.

I am told that the MDU are now using the lawyers DAC Beachcroft. A company led by Lord David Hunt.

Grace Dent, the journo who is relentlessly talked up by ‘Woman’s Hour’ and has her own Radio 4 series which involves Grace giving voyeuristic accounts of the troubles of the members of what Blair called the underclass whilst she talks in a hushed northern voice, praised Mrs Justice Thirlwall to the skies after her judgement in the Mick Philpott case, which involved the scrounger with dozens of kids who perished in a house fire whilst the family lived high on the hog on benefits. Grace was particularly impressed with Kathryn Thirlwall being in possession of ovaries and related this to Kathryn’s firm line on male violence towards women.

In that case Grace, perhaps you’d like to move to Blaenau Ffestiniog where you too will be able to reap the benefit of Kathryn Thirlwall’s Wimmin’s Wisdom. There’ll be a spare house for you, because I imagine that when Gwilym Roberts was released, Catrin and anyone who dared support her relocated to another planet. There would have been a spare house anyway, Blaenau is on its knees after years of fuckwittery and it didn’t even have a cashpoint until a few weeks ago after a campaign led by the local MP Liz Saville Roberts. There’s no work and not many buses to get to work if anyone is lucky enough to find a job, so the houses are among the cheapest in the UK. If you’re retired or have a private income you’ll be OK and the countryside around Blaenau is lovely. But unfortunately you’ve got Gwilym on your doorstep and he’s untouchable.

The high profile Wimmin’s Champs in Wales such as Jane Hutt and Val Feld remained totally silent in the wake of Catrin nearly being murdered. Jane Hutt was the driver behind the vomit-inducing plaque commemorating Val Feld which now shines from the wall of the Senedd. Jane was the founder of Welsh Wimmin’s Aid. Whilst I was under attack by the paedophiles’ friends, a Wimmin’s Aid worker lived right opposite my house. She stood next to me at the bus stop, she passed me in the street and on one occasion she was in Bangor Magistrates Court when the paedophiles’ friends were trying to fit me up yet again. It was about five years before she even spoke to me and that was after I had left the village. I doubt if she is wicked through and through, she was probably just terrified of the paedophiles’ friends, as many people are when you get to know them.

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Somebody has told me that years ago I and other young women were filmed a la Psycho without our knowledge and the footage flogged and circulated. I can only presume that the scene of the crime was at dear old Denbigh. It was suggested that I should be in the throes of some sort of #Me Too trauma. Well I’m not. It doesn’t surprise me in the least, everyone knew what was happening to us and no-one, no-one at all helped us. At least I am still alive. I am far more interested in sociology and history and writing this blog and naming the people who were involved in this foulness, many of whom are still popping up in the media or in Parliament to give us the benefit of their wisdom.  I heard wimmin’s wisdom on the radio the other day, but I only caught a bit of it. An American feminist who is busy in the UK yelled at the interviewer that the only way of stopping male sexual violence was by making prostitution illegal. Well that worked so well in north Wales didn’t it. By the way Ms Wimmin’s Wisdom, things were so bad in north Wales that Dafydd and co abducted boys and sold them across Europe. No-one gave a stuff but Jane and Val did bang on about being strong wimmin and chwarae teg at length.

 

Before Gwilym Roberts was banged up, he was a Director of Tourism Partnership Mid-Wales; Prime Cymru; Gwynfryn Cymuneddol Cyf; and Secretary of Tan y Maen Ltd.

I may have got this wrong, but I am fairly sure that Gwilym used to be a children’s/young person’s social worker with Gwynedd County Council, although all references to this have disappeared from the internet. After Catrin nearly left for the next world, I remember noting the unique combination of a broken heart, a passion for the community, a record of outstanding public service and a near brutal slaying that was to be found within Gwilym, because I remembered Gwilym from some years previously.

Gwilym had been a leading light in a group which was established in Wales in about 2000 called Cymuned, in response to the perceived crisis in rural Wales. The concerns were the dying of the Welsh language, closures of rural schools and other services, houses being beyond the price of many local people’s pockets and the lack of employment which paid well enough to actually enable one to support oneself. Some of my friends were involved in Cymuned and invited me along, so I went to some meetings. The English press were keen to portray Cymuned as a cottage-burning Nazi-style anti-English group – someone cheerily asked me why I was hanging out with the Welsh Nazis – but there were people in Cymuned who were definitely not of that ilk. I met some very genuine people who were nothing but welcoming to me and who were tearing their hair out over what was happening in rural Wales. But then the usual phenomenon emerged. The nutters and the in-fighting.

I knew one member of Cymuned who was forced out of her job at Coleg Menai as a teacher of Welsh to English speakers by a Plaid Councillor on the grounds that Cymuned might damage Plaid at the polls. This teacher was so enthusiastic that in her spare time she and a group of her friends had offered free Welsh lessons to anyone who was interested. Which is surely the sort of Welsh teacher that one needs. Then the ‘Daily Mirror’ began launching attacks on Cymuned, particularly Llais Councillor Seimon Glyn. The Mirror had a go at Seimon Glyn because he had been making public speeches about the cost of housing in rural Gwynedd – which was a very real problem.

The Cymuned battles took place just before and just after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. The Mirror could have mentioned that Seimon was a young person’s social worker in Gwynedd and asked him how he managed to miss the presence of a vicious paedophile gang which was facilitated by his managers and his colleagues. But The Mirror didn’t. They got cross because Seimon spoke Welsh and was raising concerns about the dire state of the economy in north west Wales. Call me naive but I can’t see anything wrong with that.

I remember seeing Gwilym Roberts at Cymuned meetings. I didn’t know him but he wasn’t one of the welcoming ones. He reminded me rather of Martin Webster of the National Front in the mid-70s. Gwilym was articulating concerns that people had brought to him and was welcomed by some as a people’s champ, but there was a sort of aura of serious aggression which surrounded Gwilym. I thought perhaps that I was being a poncy Guardian reader and detecting something that wasn’t there, but years later some residents of Blaenau told me that Gwilym had upset and alienated some people in Cymuned by his hostility and aggression. Then some other people in Blaenau told me that Gwilym was not a nice man and had been doing some very unacceptable things for a long time but was well-protected by his mates.

Including the Court of Appeal in London it would seem.

Gwilym was mates with another Llais Councillor from Blaenau, Dafydd Williams, a man known locally as Black Dafydd, which always upset newly arrived English people because they immediately presumed it to be a racist insult. It wasn’t. Black Dafydd is Welsh, but grew up in the Methodist orphanage in Bontnewydd – he was the only black person around and he ended up being called Black Dafydd by his mates and people close to him.  He didn’t have a problem with it – I suspect that he did experience racism but his mate’s nickname for him wasn’t a manifestation of that. One thing that really did irritate him was being called a Taffy when he went to train as an Angel in the north of England.

Anyone for lecturing Welsh people on the evils of racism?

Black Dafydd worked as a mental health nurse in north Wales. He had also previously been a police officer, in Wales and elsewhere. I have never discussed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal with Black Dafydd, but he must have known what another Dafydd who was white was doing, he absolutely must have.

A paedophiles’ friend of the highest order lives in Blaenau – Hefin Davies, the lying crook and Freemason who was the Chairman of Gwynedd Health Authority and then the Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Hefin who’s signature is on documents in my possession showing that after I continued to raise concerns regarding Dafydd Alun Jones, Hefin’s response was not to investigate but to consult a number of lawyers and ask them how I could be prosecuted.

Can you explain your response Hefin? Particularly as you had also received a letter from Brown – which was ignored and which your lapdog Ian Rickard claimed not to have received – telling you that he had heard Dafydd trying to bribe and threaten me into dropping my complaint against him?

I think that the whole lot of you should probably get down to Bangor pier and chuck yourselves off the end, I think that you’ve been rumbled.

The voice of Gwynedd??? The voice of a paedophile ring who supplied Thatcher’s friends with children for sex I think.

 

People who have followed this blog for a while might remember my references to the havoc in Blaenau some years ago when a war allegedly between ‘the Welsh’ and ‘the English’ took place, including in the local MIND drop in centre. A leading light in Blaenau MIND appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ alleging appalling anti-English feeling in Blaenau. Which is a bit weird, because Blaenau is a bit like Bethesda, it’s a former quarrying town where a lot of hippyish English people moved in ages ago, with a lot of mixing between the two groups. What there is in Blaenau, as with Bethesda, are paedophiles’ friends inflaming every situation possible. MIND is run by Dafydd and the paedophiles and has been for years.

Subsequent media coverage alleged that the aggro at MIND was not the result of anti-English feeling. According to the people who had been accused of racism, it was the result of a load of absolute bastards who had recently moved into Blaenau and colonised the MIND centre there. Further media coverage – and conversations that I had with people – revealed that Manchester City Council had purchased a whole lot of cheap houses in Blaenau and had literally dumped a group of problem tenants in them because Manchester didn’t want them any longer and it was these tenants who had been at the centre of the aggro. There was understandably outrage that Manchester had decided to give Wales the citizens that it didn’t want, but I did not ever hear any explanation as to how and why Manchester decided to use Blaenau as a dustbin. Someone sold Manchester City Council that job lot of houses and someone – indeed quite a lot of people – will have known that a penal colony of Mancunians was to be established in Blaenau.

Gwynedd County Councillors will have been among those who knew that this was going to happen. The North Wales Police will have known. The regional NHS will have known. The regional Social Services will have known.

Gwilym! Hefin! When did you find out that it was going to happen? Who flogged – and indeed advertised – that housing to Manchester City Council? Who INVITED them to dump their needy, expensive, rather difficult citizens into one of the most disadvantaged towns in Gwynedd? I think we should be told.

 

I mentioned that there was an English speaking contingent in Blaenau involved with radical causes. I used to hear about them years ago when I was a student at UCNW, but I didn’t know them. I later found out that some of them at least ended up living in the area because the presence of Bertrand Russell nearby made it a bit of a Mecca for people interested in radical causes. The Bertrand Russell who had so many friends and associates who knew, even back then, that there was organised abuse of vulnerable people in the region but that Top Docs and asylums could provide a helpful solution should anyone start making too much of a fuss (see posts ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’ and ‘No-One Is Innocent’).

 

The Hergest Unit patients who enjoyed themselves so much in the 1990s by ringing up Dafydd and pretending to be people as corrupt as him who had got themselves involved with ridiculous tangles as a result of their wrongdoing fell about laughing every time that Dafydd fell for the bait and would say ‘how can I help, how I help?’. Dafydd was always ready with a place in a nursing home for an awkward relative or a bed in a detox unit or an Army pension. Dafydd might be interested to know that on one occasion a distraught gentleman rang Dafydd’s ‘private secretary’ at his wit’s end because of his father-in-law, who had begun to develop dementia and repeatedly groped all the private nurses who had been employed to look after him. The problem was so bad that five nurses had walked out and word had got around and now no nurses would come to the house. Dafydd’s secretary was ever so sympathetic and said that perhaps a bed in one of Dafydd’s nursing homes was indeed the answer. The distraught gentleman asked of he should leave his details and his father-in-law’s name – it was of course ‘Dafydd Alun Jones’. The secretary screamed with laughter, sounded as though she had nearly fallen off her chair and then put the phone down.

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‘We didn’t know.’

You all knew and the reason why you all joined in the bellyaching about ‘dangerous patients’ was that the patients had begin to discover the extent of Dafydd’s criminality and were finding out who was helping him.

 

An e mail that I received some time ago suggested that in a region like north Wales, a major trafficking ring would have needed the collusion of the ‘police surgeons’ – which was the grandiose term for local GPs who would attend the police station if the police thought that it was necessary. The police surgeons were undoubtedly colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. My post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocritic Oaf?’ detailed the conduct of a police surgeon, Dr K. Shah, who, after what must have been the only honest social worker in Gwynedd refused to section me just because Dafydd told her to do so, told Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station to unlawfully keep me in the cells whilst Shah rang around and found a social worker that would do what they were told. Shah was a GP in Menai Bridge who was in a GP practice with Dr P.W. White, another paedophiles’ friend. On another occasion on which Dafydd and the paedophiles had me arrested, another police surgeon turned up. As usual I was not given his name, no-one was ever given anyone’s names. He didn’t conduct himself like Shah, he was quite pleasant and good-humoured, but he certainly knew all about Dafydd’s less reputable activities because he sat there joking about them. He didn’t section me, but left the police station. Yet no-one let me go. Once more I was held illegally for hours ‘because Dr DA is coming to see you’. Dafydd turned up at about midnight, crashed through the doors and said to me ‘I think ewe should be in prisssson’. Why, he did not explain. I didn’t end up in prison, Dafydd’s Cunning Plan was foiled, although I was kept at the police station overnight and kicked out the next day. The police surgeon who had joked about Dafydd’s idiocy did not raise any concerns regarding what was happening.

Dr D.G.E. Wood was one of the police surgeons. So of course police surgeons were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles, Wood was one of them.

My correspondent – who is a Top Doctor himself – made the point that much of the police surgeons’ work is related to the use of alcohol and drugs. Which hadn’t occurred to me. Corrupt Top Doctors working in that domain would certainly be able to cause havoc for patients in custody. Furthermore Dafydd was north Wales’s ‘substance abuse consultant’.

On one occasion, in Caernarfon Police Station in about 2003, a police surgeon was called – after the mental health services had once again had me arrested on the basis of the perjury of their own staff – who seemed incredibly nice. He talked to me at length, stated his opinion frankly that the Hergest Unit was so unsafe that patients should not be there. As he left he told me that he was so unhappy at ‘what has happened to you today’ that he would be leaving a log of his concerns on the police record. It was another three years or so before my lawyers extracted my records, but although I’ve found the paperwork and the police records relating to that occasion, there is no record of this GP having seen me. Whether he was yet another person who was frightened and just told me a lie or whether he did make a record and it disappeared I don’t know.

The other service which was fully on board with the sex trafficking ring in north Wales was the Ambulance Service. I have mentioned before that the abducted always arrived at Denbigh under cover of darkness, in the middle of the night. Everyone ended up there after being unlawfully arrested, but they were never taken to Denbigh by the police, it was always by ambulance. Furthermore, although the abducted were usually arrested during daylight hours, for some reason an ambulance was never available until after about 10 pm. Well police cars would have  been noticed wouldn’t they. And as with Angels and Top Doctors who are vital cogs in a people trafficking gang, Ambulances can be wrapped up as part of a ‘caring’ NHS, rather than a punitive police response. It was of course Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, who wrote that splendid letter and CC’d it to other managers and Top Docs, explaining that it was helpful that I had agreed to see Tony Francis because that would give Gwynedd Health Authority the appearance of taking a ‘caring’ attitude to me, which would stand them in good stead with the magistrates the ‘next time that we prosecute her’. I wasn’t facing any charges when Davies wrote that letter, but it wasn’t long before I was.

In north Wales I knew of a violent wife-beating ambulanceman who was abusive to one of his neighbours who was a Hergest patient and was also very abusive to his own step-daughter who was a mental health patient. His long suffering second wife finally escaped from him and told me that she suspected that he might well have killed his first wife. His first wife ‘had a breakdown’, was taken to Denbigh and on the day that she was released was later found drowned on Denbigh moors. The ambulanceman had collected her – in his ambulance no less, not in the family car – and on the way home, she had ‘gone mad’, overpowered him, run away and must have drowned herself.

I knew of other people who became paramedics in north Wales who I certainly would not have wanted to be in the back of an ambulance with, but north Wales doesn’t seem to be alone where dangerous ambulancemen are concerned. In 1978 a 13 yr old newspaper boy in the West Midlands, Carl Bridgewater, was shot dead on an isolated farm. Four men were subsequently imprisoned for Carl’s murder, but it was admitted in the end that they had been framed by the notoriously corrupt West Midlands Serious Crime Squad and after many years languishing in prison they were released. Subsequent investigations suggested that Carl’s murderer was suspected to have been an ambulanceman who was allowed to do pretty much anything that he wanted when ‘on duty’ and who also had a supply of caring NHS colleagues who lied to the police and fabricated documentation when questioned (see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’).

At the time that Carl was killed, nearby in Staffordshire, there was serious child abuse. An Inquiry was subsequently held, Chaired by paedophiles’ friends Barbara Khan and Allen Levy QC, which admitted serious abuse but not as serious as it was. The most high-profile figure in the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal was a social worker called Tony Latham, who sounded remarkably like Gwynedd’s own Keith Fearns. Latham was a poorly qualified ‘team leader’, aggressive and intimidating to both clients and colleagues and the focus of complaints that were not investigated. Latham also ran a number of businesses which were completely unrelated to social work and were rather odd. As did Keith Fearns. Fearns ran a B&B which is not a weird thing to do, but Fearns hated the human race, it’s not as if he would want to entertain strangers, but most intriguingly, Fearns for years ran a fancy dress hire company. I never worked out what it was all about, but at the bottom of Fearns’s drive was a big sign advertising fancy dress hire. If anyone can think of any reason why a perjuring people trafficker would be hiring out fancy dress, please let me know. It was fancy dress, rather than disguises or plastic surgery to change Fearns’s appearance when he escaped to South America, he could hardly escape justice dressed up as Marie-Antoinette.

 

Recent comments left on this blog mentioned that Greville Janner seemed to have used Jewish networks to protect himself. Janner and Leo Abse both certainly did this, but I don’t think that it can therefore be concluded that there is a particular problem with child abuse in the Jewish community. Abusive people utilise whatever networks to which they have access in order to use as umbrellas. In north Wales, Dafydd and co used political parties, the National Eisteddfod, the International Eisteddfod, the various churches and chapels, the choirs, Welsh language groups, indeed just about everything. Then there were the charidees and wimmin’s groups who were concealing Dafydd and the paedophiles. English people tended to point at ‘Welsh’ things and scream, but sadly Dafydd et al had such a grip on the region that the whole of society had been corrupted.

The paedophiles’ friends in the Bangor area congregated at the Bangor Golf Club. There was a contingent of people in the area who made a point of playing at the Beaumaris Golf Club rather than Bangor and I did wonder if it might have been because they felt so uncomfortable at Bangor Golf Club. Or of course they might have had their own scam going over at Beaumaris. Bob Ingham, Keith Fearns’s henchman in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, could be found playing golf at Bangor Golf Club when he was supposed to be on duty, a number of members of the clique who hung around the NHS managers in Gwynedd also spent their leisure time at Bangor Golf Club, as did Elwyn Jones, the corrupt Bangor solicitor who was a paedophiles’ friend and who doubled up as Treasurer of Bangor University. Elwyn Jones was so enthusiastic about Bangor Golf Club that I would see him in Bangor Magistrates Court – he always gave the impression of being completely uninterested in his clients and not very competent either – and he would be doing nothing but telling the other solicitors and court officials how he was looking forward to getting onto the golf course after court. I would watch Elwyn Jones do the absolute bare minimum for his clients – even those in a state who were facing a possible prison sentence – and the minute that the case had finished, he’d shoot out of the door and head for the golf course.

I used to think that Elwyn Jones must have been the most boring old fart in Bangor, but I didn’t realise that Bangor Golf Club was one of the prime networking sites for the paedophiles’ friends. Which made a syndrome that I noticed in the mid-1990s very worrying. Golf became very popular among boys of about 10-12 yrs old in the Bangor area. Someone was vigorously promoting golf as a nice thing that dads could do with their sons if the boys were approaching adolescence. Obviously, the dads went to the golf club with their sons, but then as the boys got more confident on the course and became keener and keener and the poor old dads needed a rest, the boys were told that of course they could come and play golf by themselves. I used to chat to a boy at the Bethesda bus stop who would tell me all about it. I was a bit surprised that a boy of 11 or 12 would want to spend his time with Elwyn Jones and the old farts of Bangor, but now I know what that golf club was being used for I find it horrifying.

 

So let’s name another in hiding who knew what Dafydd and the paedophile gang were up to.

Here’s a surprise for everyone – as it was for me when I realised: Dr Lyndon Miles, a GP in Bangor who arrived in Gwynedd in about 1983-84. Dr Miles was the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Board when it was led by Mary Burrows who was doing her best to challenge the paedophiles friends and the BMA in north Wales – or at least I think that she was. I knew damn well that the paedophiles’ friends were trying to sabotage the new Board and there were knives going into people’s backs all over the place. What I didn’t know at the time was that Edwina Hart, the Health Minister, who loathed the paedophiles’ friends herself, was of course deeply compromised because of her previous in the TUC – and as a member of the Swansea Mafia – where she had spent many years doing deals with the paedophiles’ friends to advance herself. She did exactly the same thing when she was appointed Health Minister, so she couldn’t actually get rid of them let alone arrest them, in spite of me having given her enough evidence to put some of them on trial. The rotten core remained intact, with the usual NHS solution – new job titles and new logos everywhere.

Dr Lyndon Miles was a friend of Edwina’s. It was Lyndon’s resignation as Vice-Chair that precipitated the collapse of the newly appointed Betsi Board, which led to the return of Peter Higson, Margaret Hanson and the bestest vintage paedophiles’ friends. I witnessed Lyndon address a baying mob of paedophiles’ friends at a public meeting – the baying mob was organised by an NHS trade union rep, I arrived early, heard the plan and watched it unfold. The mob had been bussed in from Blaenau Ffestiniog no less. The baying mob were going apeshit about the proposal that newborns needing intensive care should be treated at Arrowe Park near Liverpool, rather than in north Wales. Lyndon made an excellent speech explaining that the best care was available at Arrowe Park and if he had a critically ill baby, he would want the best care for the baby. I was in agreement, because I knew that the maternity units in north Wales were dangerous, that babies and even on occasion mothers had died needlessly and that Edwina was not coming clean about this. What I didn’t know was that Dafydd and the paedophiles controlled most of the Liverpool NHS as well, including I expect Arrowe Park.

Lyndon’s resignation came as quite a surprise, especially to me. Because just two weeks previously, Lyndon had bumped into me in a cafe and told me how good it was that someone at least understood the Board’s dilemma. I told him that I thought the threats that had been made in public to the Board were very unacceptable and that I noted that no-one, not even the politicians or the media who witnessed it, had called for calm. Lyndon responded by saying that it was becoming very difficult, that the press were in full cry and were being led by Trinity Mirror group, but the Board were determined and would not crumble. It can only have been two weeks later that Lyndon resigned, causing a crisis.

So it seems that Lyndon was yet another person who was not being honest and transparent. So I’ll give Lyndon a surprise. Because I am not the sort to join a baying mob, I’ll remind Lyndon of a few things that I was keeping politely quiet about when he told me that honestly, he really had never heard anything at all about the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales. I knew Lyndon many, many years ago. As the crisis caused by the sex traffickers running the Student Health Centre reached catastrophic proportions, a lovely young doctor arrived to join the Student Health Centre and he came highly recommended to all those who had heard about the lobotomist and Wood and said ‘Christ I’m not going there’. A Dr Lyndon Miles. I never heard anyone allege that Lyndon had groped them, propositioned them or treated them so brutally that they attempted suicide. Lyndon was always charm itself and his patients liked him. But Lyndon knew what Wood and Gwynne Williams were doing and he let them carry on doing it. Even when one of his patients was murdered by the gang. It was my housemate Anne. Anne and I had many conversations, she knew what had happened to me and I heard a lot about her consultations with Lyndon. They murdered her Lyndon and I bet that you realised that.

Lyndon had another patient who was ruined by the gang as well. A Bangor student who developed mental health problems who was literally passed around the junior gynaecologists at Ysbyty Gwynedd. She became pregnant by two different junior doctors and she was coerced into an abortion by them each time. They arranged the abortion – in a area of the UK which prided itself at that time on having so many Top Docs and others who were anti-abortion that they had made it virtually impossible for women to access abortions on the NHS – and when she told them that she didn’t want an abortion, on both occasions the solution was the same. She was found a bed in the psych ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd, by her very helpful GP, Dr Lyndon Miles, where she was left alone and distressed whilst pressure was applied from all staff to have a termination because how would a girl like her ever look after a baby? Within two days of having the terminations, she was discharged by Tony Francis with no aftercare. Other staff and patients were told not to have anything to do with her because she really was a dreadful character (see post ‘Another Case Of ‘Not Knowing’?).

Terrible girl actually – with a First, who was winning national poetry competitions, kind-hearted, sensitive and who could have had a few people in prison if anyone had ever treated her complaints as they should have.

Happy memories Dr Miles! Take a hint – don’t ever be so fucking stupid as to do a deal with a paedophile ring and a Health Minister who isn’t as savvy as she thinks that she is again.

Dr Miles is Chair of the Board of Trustees at St David’s Hospice in Llandudno, an institution governed and managed by the paedophiles’ friends since it’s inception.

 

Spot The Difference – It Might Not Be As Obvious As It Appears

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, someone has made a complaint about Dafydd et al. Cue the NHS Independent Professional Review, Chaired by Professor Robert Bluglass:

 Diagnosis: ‘She’s A Witch!’

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News Round Up, June 2 2017

The Top Doctors continue to apply the pressure for more dosh. Yesterday Mail online were reporting that the Kings Fund was warning that 4 out of 10 Trusts in England were planning to slash routine operations as managers are forced to make ‘tough decisions’. The Kings Fund surveyed the financial directors of 48 Clinical Commissioning Groups regarding their priorities for 2017/18. 63% of them were ‘concerned that they wouldn’t be able to increase spending on mental health’. Richard Murray, Director of Policy at the Kings Fund, commented that the ‘demand for services’ was ‘outstripping the NHS budget’. Dr Mark Porter of the BMA has also joined in, maintaining that more money is needed. To exemplify the crisis, it was stated that three CCGs in the West Midlands are restricting joint replacements operations until patients are in severe pain. This is the same West Midlands that hosted the illustrious Dr Ian Paterson who was recently imprisoned for 15 years after carrying out unnecessary operations on hundreds of patients. My post ‘A Top Doctor Goes To Prison’ explains how the machinations of the medical establishment, including the BMA, GMC and MDU, created a situation in which no-one felt able to stop Paterson although a lot of people knew what he was doing. The ‘independent’ Kings Fund has very close links with this establishment and is a former employer of both Niall Dickson, who was Chief Exec of the GMC for years and Ian Kennedy, who was also a member of the GMC for years, but who managed to carry out a ‘Review’ of Paterson’s activities which placed the blame very firmly on everyone but the Top Doctors themselves. Paterson’s crimes have cost the NHS £18 million in damages and costs so far – that would have paid for a few joint replacements.

The Top Doctors must be getting desperate because today they’ve enlisted the help of the big guns – the Royal College of Surgeons have Spoken Out. Guess what – they want more money. Their president, Clare Marx, has commented that large numbers of patients are waiting too long in pain and discomfort and that this is ‘the grim reality of the financial pressures facing the NHS’. The grim reality of the consequences of no-one stopping Ian Paterson – whom the Royal College of Surgeons almost certainly knew about – is also large numbers of patients in pain and discomfort as well as an unknown number of deaths (unknown because no-one’s dared do the research). To strengthen her position Marx refers to the recent bout of whinging from the Nuffield Trust. That’s the organisation that funds research on the basis of researchers personal medical histories rather than on the quality of the proposed research (please see post ‘News Updates, Additional Comments And Observations’). Jonathan Ashworth, the Shadow Health Secretary, has commented that the ‘Tories neglect and underfunding of the NHS has pushed services to the brink’. No Jonathan, what has pushed services to the brink has been decades of successive Gov’ts ignoring institutionalised corruption causing patient harm in the NHS and Labour is as guilty of this as the Tories are. Remember Andy Burnham and Alan Johnson who were told by 81 people that terrible things were happening in Mid-Staffs but still refused to hold an inquiry? So whilst patients in Mid-Staffs drank water from flower vases, lay in their own faeces and urine because nurses refused to walk across the ward with a bedpan, were assessed by unqualified receptionists and died unnecessarily, Burnham and Johnson troughed away in Westminster with the best like there was no tomorrow.

Just to remind us all exactly how committed to patient safety the dear old GMC is, they have now issued a ‘warning’ to a Dr Sunil Idicula Simon, after the death of one of his patients, 23 year old Charlotte Foster. Charlotte went to Simon complaining of back pain and breathlessness and he told her to go on a spa day. She subsequently suffered a cardiac arrest and brain damage as a result of a deep vein thrombosis and died. Charlotte had been taking Dianette, an oral contraceptive that carries a higher risk of thrombosis than other oral contraceptives and had also undergone tests that showed that she would be particularly at risk if she took Dianette. She was prescribed it nonetheless. Dr Simon failed to eliminate or confirm DVT as a possibility in Charlotte’s case, failed to put together a treatment plan for stopping the medication, failed to make a record of two consultations and on the second consultation with Charlotte failed to conduct an examination. The GMC commented on their website that Dr Simon’s practice ‘does not meet with the standards required of a doctor. He risks bringing the profession into disrepute…’ So that’s why they’ve allowed him to carry on practicing then. One can only wonder why the GMC didn’t simply forge another document to protect Simon as they did to protect the lethal Dr Tony Roberts (please see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’). As for bringing the profession into disrepute – the GMC had done that themselves by 1990 by repeatedly refusing to take any action against Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as he and his mistress facilitated a paedophile ring and built the foundations of a drugs empire (please see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).

There’s been a few interesting bits of local news recently. Irfon Williams, the man with an aggressive form of bowel cancer who famously moved to England in order to obtain the drug Cetuximab and then campaigned for the same and similar drugs to be available in Wales, has died. Cetuximab didn’t save Irfon and it was very unlikely that it would have, that is why the Welsh Gov’t did not want to implement the Cancer Drugs Fund – the drugs recommended are vey expensive but more importantly do not work. Irfon had undergone 50 sessions of chemo, one round of radiotherapy and five operations – he was in a very bad way and Cetuximab was not going to make a difference. I can understand that a relatively young man facing death would want to grab hold of any chance that he could but there was a particular irony involved in Irfon’s campaign. Irfon was a mental health manager for the Betsi. Yes, Irfon was one of those who had presided over the carnage of mental health patients. Whilst Irfon achieved fame across the UK and appeared on breakfast TV, his former patients found it impossible to access treatment and a lot of them died – no-one pushed the boat out for them or reported on their ‘bravery’. They did not have a ‘TeamIrfon’ campaign to fight their corner and keep their plight in the public eye. And none of them were invited to meet Carwyn. They were left to kill themselves. TeamIrfon led a fundraising campaign to reduce the likelihood of people with cancer and their families suffering from mental health problems. So it wasn’t until Irfon himself developed cancer that he seemed to develop an awareness of the need for mental healthcare.

The ironies continue. A quick look at the Betsi website yesterday revealed that Gary Doherty, the CEO of the Betsi, has signed up to the shallow and hypocritical ‘Time To Change Wales’ campaign, to reduce the ‘stigma’ of mental illness. Yes, Gary who runs a Health Board in special measures because of institutional abuse in its mental health services that nonetheless is still positively exterminating mental health patients and who completely failed to deal with a very serious complaint from me regarding the mental health services, has signed up to an anti-stigma campaign. Part of Gary’s campaign is, unbelievably, to support staff with mental health problems. Well they could certainly never rely on the services that they provide themselves – or more accurately fail to provide – for the rest of us. To rub salt into the wound, the Betsi website has also recently provided a free plug for ‘CALL’, a ‘helpline’ offering ‘mental health support’. People I know gave up with that bloody helpline so hopeless was it – but there we are, the Betsi was reminding everyone that support for mental health problems is only a call away, 24 hours a day. Would you believe that this was the Betsi’s idea of marking ‘mental health awareness week’. Which just confirms my suspicion that bombarding the nation with this shite – and it is shite – regarding ‘fighting stigma’, ‘raising awareness’, ‘talking about it’ and ‘being mindful’ simply serves to provide a smokescreen lest anyone actually notices what is happening to people who suffer serious mental health problems, as opposed to the mildly worried and anxious. A similar smokescreen seems to be developing around serious poverty. There have been recent media allegations that ‘nurses’ and ‘social workers’ are going to food banks. Well if they are, they are doing it for rather different reasons than the rest of the people turning up there. No matter what the Royal College of Nursing or ‘Guardian Society’ tells us, being a nurse or a social worker on £30,000 pa is not exactly ‘I Daniel Blake’. Neither are nurses or social workers dying destitute, which is what is now happening to a number of people with mental health problems, learning disabilities or groups such as asylum seekers etc. Yet nurses and social workers are now being framed as the image of poverty.

Peter Read, a councillor from Pen Llyn, and Liz Saville Roberts, the Plaid MP for Dwyfor Meirionydd, have angrily condemned the shortcomings of the out of hours GP services. Whilst I am glad to see people showing concern for the plight of people living in rural Wales – who have been ignored for a very long time – this did serve to remind me that the likes of Liz and Peter have not had a word to say about the death toll among people with mental health problems in their region. In fact I happen to know that there is a young woman who is literally living in hiding on Pen Llyn after having had the most distressing experience whilst detained at the Hergest Unit – she was coerced into an abortion that she didn’t want and loaded up with ‘medication’, after being diagnosed with ‘paranoid schizophrenia’. She was also gang raped a few years ago and when the case against the rapists collapsed was prosecuted herself for wasting police time. But not to worry, we have the CALL helpline to assist people experiencing such difficulties!

North Wales hit the national media yesterday. A male nurse, described as a ‘sex pest’, employed in Penrhos Care Home in Pwhelli, was struck off by the NMC after being found guilty of seven allegations of misconduct which were described as being ‘racially and sexually motivated’. His activities included kissing elderly ladies, asking them to marry him, telling one of them that her mother was a whore and another one of them that ‘once you’ve had black you never go back’. Cathy Adams, the manager of the care home concerned, emphasised that there was no place for this ‘nurse’ in her establishment and described him as having ‘old fashioned views’. Just like the staff at children’s homes in north Wales whose ‘old methods’ involved punching the children, raping them, sodomising them and forcing them to have oral sex with the staff (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). All a little bit old-fashioned. (The account of the activities of the sex pest rather reminded me of Jimmy Savile, who was regularly filmed in hospitals in the 1970s asking four year olds if they would be his girlfriend and demanding kisses from them. No wonder Esther and the rest never guessed that he was a paedophile, he was so good at disguising it.) It is interesting to read that the NMC have actually taken action against someone though. They used to be every bit as bad as the GMC. Not only did they refuse to take action against Sian Ruth Lloyd, an abusive nurse at the Hergest Unit, after she had assaulted me and prevented me from reporting the assault to the police, but when I spoke to them on the phone I was met with an incredibly aggressive man who did not identify himself but told me that once Lloyd had been cleared they would be destroying the evidence that I sent them – before that I spoke to a Rashida Conroy who made it very clear that it was barely worth answering the phone to a patient and used phrases like ‘wha’ d ya want?’ and ‘yeh, right’. At about this time the NMC refused to take action against a psych nurse in charge of an adolescent ward who was discovered viewing child pornography whilst on duty.

A reader has e mailed wondering if the public servants of Wales are getting worried. Walter Glyn Davies, a retired teacher and lay preacher, was confronted by Gareth Winston Roberts during a meeting of Amlwch Town Council and accused of secretly recording the meeting. Roberts, the Chairman of the meeting, had mistakenly believed that Mr Davies’s insulin syringe – he is a diabetic – was a recording device. Roberts has admitted that the public are allowed to record meetings but they have to ‘obtain permission’ first. Gareth Winston Roberts entertained everyone by making reference to ‘proper procedures’ that must be followed. This is Anglesey we’re taking about – it is generally believed to be the most corrupt council in the UK, some of the councillors have gone to prison and it is a regular in the Private Eye ‘Rotten Boroughs’ column. Mr Davies is considering taking the matter up with the Anglesey Council Standards Committee. Somehow I doubt that he’ll get very far. However my reader has pointed out that there is quite a bit of blogging happening in Wales at the moment providing exposes – my own blog is leading the field where the NHS and welfare services are concerned, Jac O the North is dishing the dirt on councillors and politicians and there is a blogger whose revelations so angered Carmarthen Council that their Chief Exec took her to the High Court. Another blog was brought to my attention yesterday. As the mainstream media flatly refuse to publish any of this serious corruption themselves, it looks as though a few people have found another way of blowing the whistle. I would dearly love to believe that this might be the beginning of the end for those we know and love… I am often contacted by people who are in despair after encountering our glorious mental health services and who ask me how they can actually gain help. It is a very difficult question to answer – the only psychiatrist in north Wales who seems to be both normal and know what he is doing is Dr Alberto Salmoiraghi, but I imagine that Dr Alberto must now be buckling under the pressure of thousands of desperate patients beating a path to his door. I can really only advise everyone else to start doing what Jac, me and the other bloggers are doing – go public. What is happening is outrageous and everyone is made to feel that it is only happening to them because they are just bastards. It isn’t, this is now how the welfare services routinely treat people and it has bugger all to do with ‘funding’ and ‘pay restraint’.

Of course one organ that has never been afraid to upset unscrupulous people in power is Private Eye. The latest edition has published a piece about the collapse of Food Dudes Ltd, part of the late Professor Fergus Lowe’s empire. I reported this on the blog recently (please see post ‘Updates On Previous Posts, Including Inquest Verdict’).

STOP PRESS: I have just had a quick look at BBC News Wales online – the North Wales Hospital has been engulfed by a ‘huge blaze’, there are 40 firefighters out there and the roof has collapsed. Traffic is being diverted away from Denbigh. God it’s like something out of Jane Eyre isn’t it. It’s too late Dafydd, it doesn’t matter if a minion of yours has set light to the place in an attempt to destroy evidence – I’ve got 10,000 documents in my possession and no-one knows where I am…

 

Update, March 9 2017: My Complaint to the Betsi, Wrexham Drug Problem, Anglesey Children’s Services, HMP Berwyn

Firstly I need to apologise to readers. Someone brought my attention this morning to the fact that whoever it was who hacked into my blog replaced one of my posts with a link to a pornographic video – sorry about that, I was so busy reposting the material that had been removed that I didn’t double check to see if anything had actually been substituted for the hacked posts. I’ve removed the link now so let’s hope the problem doesn’t occur again.

Regular readers will know that I have made a formal complaint to the Betsi regarding their inability to hand over a full copy of my medical records and the mountain of misinformation about me upon the medical records that I have managed to access. I also recently notified them that among the records that they did send me was information relating to someone else. This morning I received correspondence from Gary Doherty, the CEO of the Betsi. Here is the text of Gary’s letter:

I am writing further to your e-mail dated 3rd March 2016 regarding your concerns about your subject access response in which you note it remains incomplete and that the information you have received contains information in relation to another patient.  

I am sorry that this has happened and would like to reassure you that confidentiality and security of information is an issue that the Health Board takes very seriously and we endeavour to investigate them thoroughly, therefore a full investigation of the issues you identified is currently being undertaken by the Mental Health Service and the Information Governance Team.  

Under the Data Protection Act 1998, the Health Board have an obligation to retrieve and secure the information you have received about the other patient, and therefore I would be grateful if you could return it in the prepaid envelope supplied with this letter.  I will ensure I confirm receipt to you upon its return. 

We would also like to confirm that a review of all your previous concerns will be undertaken to ensure a full and thorough final response is issued to you shortly.  In the meantime, should you wish to discuss the above in further detail, please do not hesitate to contact Fleur Evans via e-mail on fleur.evans2@wales.nhs.uk

I will report further events as they happen…

Yesterday I blogged about allegations of drug use in Wrexham bus station (please see blog post ‘Normal service Resumed – News Round-Up, March 8 2017’). Both I and a reader of this blog wondered why such a huge amount of Government cash continues to find its way into the coffers of CAIS, the Third Sector organisation that is now picking up lucrative contracts for providing ‘substance abuse services’, if, after decades of ‘services’ from CAIS, there is a growing drugs problem in north Wales. Since writing yesterday’s post, I discovered the following report on the BBC News Wales website http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-north-east-wales-39178982

So Hugh Jones, ‘lead member for communities and partnership on Wrexham council’, admits that ‘there had been a significant increase in anti-social behaviour in the past two years’. Yet ‘we’re working in partnership with providers such as Cais and the Wallich to ensure people are directed towards recovery so we’re using both the law and the service providers to tackle the problem’. So Wrexham Council has a ‘partnership’ with CAIS – although the drug problem and the (presumably associated) anti-social behaviour problem is increasing. As the Tories once said about Labour, CAIS isn’t working. So why did Wrexham Council work very hard to ensure that CAIS were also given the contract to provide ‘service user/carer involvement’ for the whole of north Wales then, if they’ve completely failed to deliver on substance abuse services after decades of touting themselves about as ‘experts’ in this field? (Please see previous blog post ‘The Story Behind £1.5 Million’ for an account of the extraordinary procurement process which resulted in CAIS being awarded the contract for service user/carer involvement.)

Yesterday’s blog post also mentioned that Anglesey children’s services have been the subject of yet another damning inspection report. I forgot to mention that the father of a girl with learning disabilities from Anglesey came forward to talk to the Daily Post about the abusive behaviour that she had been subjected to whilst in the ‘care’ of Anglesey children’s services, after they had placed her in a residential school in Holywell, Flintshire. Whilst searching for the story for this post, I came across the original BBC News Wales report at the time of the incident http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-north-east-wales-18458803

So a girl of 12 with learning disabilities was locked in a bathroom at night – although Kinsale School, where this had happened, had recently been given the ‘highest accolade’ from Estyn and was awarded Autism Accredited status from the National Autistic Society. I note that two staff were suspended, that Anglesey Council described the allegations as ‘very serious’ and Anglesey Chief Exec Richard Parry Jones maintained that ‘the safeguarding of Anglesey children is our highest priority at all times’. An investigation was launched – and in 2014 North Wales Police reported that they undertook an investigation which involved social services and that no action was taken against either the school or any staff member. I note that the girl who was at the centre of this incident was unable to talk. So with her dad being miles away on Anglesey – who wasn’t even told about the incident when it happened – and her being only 12 years old, with learning difficulties, unable to talk and stuck in a residential school, I doubt that Kinsale School, Anglesey Council and the social services had to work very hard to ensure that no action was taken against any of them. Two and a half years later Anglesey children’s services are now mired in yet another scandal. It’s great being ‘safeguarded’ isn’t it.

Lastly, an almighty row has broken out over Hywel Williams’s pet project, the monstrosity of the prison in Wrexham, HMP Berwyn, that was opened a few days ago http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-39208633

A wing has been named Bala and a big notice has been erected in the prison saying ‘Croeso I Bala’, with a picture of Llyn Tegid. The residents of Bala are not happy because they were not consulted and do not want part of a prison named after their town. Furthermore, one of the women from Bala went to Ysgol Berwyn in Bala and is sufficiently outraged to have started a petition to change the name of the wing and is calling for a meeting with Liz Saville Roberts MP. In response an MoJ spokesperson said that ‘the name was chosen to reflect the culture of the area’. The culture of the area?? Crime?? How much crime is there exactly in the Berwyn Mountains or in Bala? Although of course in the wider north Wales region there has been an awful lot of crime committed by people involved in ‘delivering’ the mental health services over the last thirty years – a lot of people have quipped that it should be them inside that prison, although I don’t think Hywel envisaged that when he begged for a prison in north Wales…

 

Normal Service Resumed – News Round-Up, March 8 2017

What with all the hacking that’s been going on and the technical problems with my site, I haven’t blogged as much as I wanted to over the last few days, but I’m glad to say that after taking some technical advice, I seem to be back in business again on the blog. So here’s a summary of a few things that caught my interest over the past few days.

A news story that was sparked off in the Daily Post that took north Wales by storm and even ended up featuring on the main BBC News site (next to a story about Trump no less) was the report that Wrexham bus station was some sort of centre for ‘addicts’ and the use of hard drugs. It began when the Post published a series of photos that they maintained was ‘evidence’ of hard drug use in Wrexham bus station. However all was clearly not as we were being led to believe. The ‘shock horror’ photo that caused the biggest sensation was a photo of someone flat out, lying face down on the ground in the bus station. Yet the small print under this photo actually admitted that there was no evidence that the person in the photo had been using drugs. A correspondent of this blog commented that this person looked as though they were in need of urgent medical attention, so why someone was snapping away rather than checking on this person’s well-being I do not know. Other photos of further ‘evidence’ accompanied this one – photos of hypodermic needles on the floor accompanied by a smear of blood and most interestingly a photo of a home-made knife. Well anyone could have scattered a few syringes about and smeared a bit of blood on the ground and the relevance of a home-made weapon to drug taking was not explained. Considering the sleight of hand that had been employed in the case of the photo of the unfortunate person flat-out on the floor in the bus station, nothing at all could be deduced from the other photos. But it was enough to start a major news story. Further features appeared on the Post’s website, featuring comments from a number of different people, some maintaining that the story had been an exaggeration, others maintaining that addicts were using Wrexham bus station and that the problem had been ignored. Then the Post ran interviews with two women, one of whom was ‘confessing’ to being a ‘Wrexham bus station addict’, the other one being her sister who claimed to be fearful that the Wrexham bus station addict would lose her life. I couldn’t help noticing though that the Wrexham bus station addict looked remarkably healthy and well-dressed for one so allegedly ravaged and her main problem seemed to be some missing teeth – which could have been simply caused by too many sweets/sugary drinks and the lack of NHS dentists in north Wales. The interview with the bus station addict was interesting though – heroin (thus the photos of the syringes) was not mentioned. The bus station addict instead waxed lyrical about Black Mamba, a ‘legal high’. Note – a LEGAL high. So the bus station addict wasn’t even breaking the law with her bus station addiction. There were other inconsistencies in the bus station addict story as well – the bus station addict in question stated that the addicts congregate in the bus station because it’s warm. It isn’t. I know that bus station well because I used to travel through there several times a week for about 18 months until about a year ago. It is absolutely freezing in Wrexham bus station because there’s no doors between the waiting areas and the bus bays, the wind just whistles straight through – and if it’s raining it gets wet in there too. The seats are moulded metal and are really uncomfortable, not at all suitable for anyone to doss down on should they so wish. At no point when I was waiting in that station did I ever see any drug users. I was occasionally there very early in the mornings and late in the evenings and even then I did not even see any anti-social behaviour. I saw a few homeless and dispossessed people walking around, but they weren’t causing any problems for anyone. However, the bus station addict’s story now clearly had a life of its own. Hot on the heels of the interview with the bus station addict was another news story, this time reporting that the MP for Wrexham, Ian Lucas, had demanded a meeting with the Lord Chancellor, Liz Truss, to discuss the alleged happenings in Wrexham bus station. Then Liz Truss announced that they’d all be seeking advice from the ‘experts’ at HMP Berwyn, the monstrosity of a prison that has just been built in Wrexham after Hywel Williams MP and David Hanson MP begged for a prison in north Wales on the grounds that so many of us up here needed banging up. And which ‘experts’ might these be? Black Mamba has been reported as being the ‘drug of choice’ in Altcourse and Walton prisons and is alleged to be causing havoc, rendering those prisons unmanageable. If prisons that are already well-established and staffed by ‘experts’ can’t control the use of Black Mamba within the institutions, how on earth are the ‘experts’ from a prison that only opened its doors a matter of days ago going to control the use of Black Mamba in a bus station?

However, the whole Wrexham bus station addicts story prompted some interesting comments from a reader of the blog. If there is a drug problem in north Wales – and although the bus station story was obviously very flaky, everyone keeps maintaining that there is a serious and growing drugs problem in north Wales, particularly in Wrexham – the reader asked then why does the Betsi keep throwing millions at CAIS, that anti-addiction charity that boasts of its success in combatting drug addiction? CAIS is expanding and expanding, picking up more and more contracts to ‘treat’ and ‘detox’ drug users – well they’re obviously not that successful are they. CAIS have been in business for decades and the man that established it and still chairs it, dear old Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, has for donkeys years styled himself as an ‘expert’ on drug problems and in his younger day made regular appearances on TV maintaining that He Should Be Listened To. Yet if we are to believe what we are being told by the police, the probation service, the Courts, the Betsi Health Board etc, the drug problem in north Wales is completely out of control. CAIS have now expanded into mid-Wales and I understand are putting feelers out into south Wales as well, trying to pick up a few more lucrative NHS contracts no doubt. So we can expect the drug problems to get much worse in mid and south Wales now that Dafydd’s come to the rescue…

Just as Dr Dafydd Aun Jones is to be found at the root of many bizarre news stories in north Wales,  recent news reports in the Daily Post featured another old favourite in terms of bad news stories in north Wales – yes, Anglesey County Council have hit the headlines once more. It was reported that a CSSIW inspection of Anglesey’s children’s services has resulted in a truly damning report. Inspectors found that services ‘were not always delivered by a skilled, competent, suitably qualified and experienced workforce’, with a ‘particular vulnerability’ at team manager level. Although acknowledging that ‘prompt and proportionate action’ was taken in cases of potential significant harm to children on Anglesey, it was not always followed-up adequately. Partially blaming the failure on a lack of capacity and experience at operational manager or senior practitioner level, inspectors said they looked closely at the quality of outcomes for children in need of help, care, support and/or protection. Inspectors also found ‘insufficient attention to improving practice’ and the quality and timeliness of child protection enquiries to be ‘inconsistent’. Other concerns included the council’s information, advice and assistance services that were found to be ‘insufficiently developed’ with ‘too many’ cases not progressing to referral when they should have. The report noted that ‘we found that management oversight of safeguarding, access and assessment arrangements were insufficient and the pace of change in improving the provision of help, care and support and/or protection for children and families in Anglesey must be accelerated’. Of course, no-one should actually be surprised by this. Anglesey children’s services have previous. A 2011 CSSIW report noted a failure to improve, dating back ‘over many years’, with the assessment and care management of children on Anglesey to be ‘poor’. This is a council whose shenanigans have regularly featured in the media in Wales and have also made it into the London-based media and Private Eye. A number of Anglesey Councillors have gone to prison and the Council is alleged to be rife with bullying, bad practice and corruption. Why is anyone even trusting them to run a children’s service in the first place? (I seem to remember that many years ago as the horrors of the lives of children who were ‘in care’ in north Wales gradually seeped out into the media, one of the worst cases of child cruelty had occurred on Anglesey. A teenager had been fostered out to a couple who had hung up in a barn by ropes and regularly beaten him.) Anglesey children’s services have been given a year to improve. It’s a fairly safe bet that when the inspectors return next year things will be as bad as ever. No-one will have been held to account yet alone dismissed and they will carry on in the same way – they won’t actually know how to do things differently. As with the NHS, even if things are so bad that a head has to roll, that head won’t roll very far, it’ll be given another job nearby at the same level on the same salary. This happened a few years ago in Gwynedd County Council. A terrible report was produced about Gwynedd Social Services after an inspection absolutely slated the senior management. Gwynedd held out as long as they could in the wake of this report, but eventually Gwenan Carrington, the Director of Social Services, announced that she was stepping down. The region breathed a sigh of relief – but not for long. Shortly after, it was announced that Gwenan had been appointed to a senior management position in Anglesey. Some months after that, a Grade A row broke out when it was revealed that the council-run old people’s homes on Anglesey were in crisis and that some were going to be flogged off to the highest bidder. The senior manager responsible was one Gwenan Carrington. I don’t even know why Gwenan wanted to land another job after the catastrophe that she oversaw at Gwynedd – she was around retirement age with a gold-plated pension and had enjoyed a lifetime’s worth of a salary that most people in Gwynedd never manage to obtain….

And so to today. I was expecting our elected representatives to be tweeting like mad about Phil Hammond’s budget, but they’re not. They are however very excited indeed – because it’s International Women’s Day. The first twitter feed that I read was Sian Gwenllian’s, AM for Arfon. Sian had tweeted a cartoon of a group of women (dressed up in Wonderwoman outfits) of various shapes, sizes and ethnicities, with one in a wheelchair, under the words ‘forward to equality’. So much for ‘equality’ and including the ‘disabled’ Sian – you have continually refused to utter a word about the lethal local mental health services, which are damaging and killing women. There is also another local politician who has been tweeting his support for women and disabled people like there’s no tomorrow – Sian’s colleague, Hywel Williams MP (who shares an office with Sian). Hywel has been tweeting his ire at cuts in disability benefits and has been expressing concern about disabled people facing ‘isolation’. Regular readers of this blog know that like Sian, Hywel also remains completely silent about the lethal mental health services. However Hywel goes one better – he is actively friends with some of the local mental health professionals (he’s a former north Wales psychiatric social worker himself) and held one of his post-election victory parties at the house of a Hergest nurse. Prior to this however, a very interesting photo of Hywel was available on the internet – it featured Hywel along with the appalling Keith Fearns (please see blog post ‘The Arfon Community Mental Health Team’ for the background on Fearns and his colleagues), at a ‘conference’ that Fearns had organised. Readers who have followed the blog for the past few weeks will know the lengths to which Fearns went to take me to Court, to deny me healthcare and indeed to get me the sack from jobs – because I had complained about the mental health services. Fearns achieved notoriety when I began teacher training by telling a third party that he would ensure that ‘no decent person’ would have anything to do with me. Yes Hywel, your mate Fearns certainly knows all about disabled people facing isolation…

There has of course been another enthusiastic tweeter today because of International Women’s Day – Leanne Wood, ie. Sian and Hywel’s leader. Leanne retweeted a curious tweet from someone called ‘Chicago Tafia’ which had pictures of some well-known Welsh women – including Leanne – and the message ‘Happy International Women’s Day to the ballsy and fierce women of Wales…’ I find this a little perplexing. The word ‘ballsy’ is I presume a reference to testicles, not something that women possess. It is also a rather crass macho phrase and I always find it sad when women feel that they have to describe themselves, or each other, as ‘ballsy’ if they want to pay a compliment. I dunno about you Leanne but I possess ovaries, I’d be bloody horrified if I found that I had suddenly grown a pair of testicles. And I’m quite happy with my ovaries, I don’t feel the need to purloin some daft macho phrase used by butch meatheads to give me credibility. Leanne also retweeted the tweet that Sian sent out, ie. that of the ‘diverse’ Wonderwomen. Like Sian, Leanne has remained absolutely schtum concerning the women who have been exterminated by the mental health services in north Wales. But then I am a little worried about the brand of feminism that is emanating from some people in Plaid at the moment. It’s the Harriet Harman brand of feminism – Harriet is the daughter of a Harley Street doctor, a very privileged woman who has had an awful lot handed to her on a plate. Yet Harriet believes that she is oppressed – because she is female. Harriet has bags more power and privilege than most men in this country by dint of her class. Leanne and Harriet’s brand of feminism doesn’t seem to embrace fighting on behalf of women who are at the bottom of the social heap – who are being screwed over by the mental health services for example – it is about assisting other privileged women, usually their friends with careers in politics. I was interested to see a few ripe comments about the style of ‘feminism’ that is currently pervading Plaid on Jac o the North’s blog earlier today. I don’t share Jac’s political outlook – and I’m sure that he’d absolutely hate me, a leftie English immigrant – but I do follow his blog and there were some very pertinent comments made in his responses section regarding the ‘feminism’ of present day female politicians. But then Leanne has had a rather unusual understanding of gender matters for quite some time. After Theresa May announced the re-investigation into the north Wales child abuse scandal and it was stated that there was to be another police inquiry and an appeal for witnesses to come forward, Carwyn held a press conference and emphasised that this was a serious criminal investigation and if any politicians were approached by witnesses with information, they must not talk to the witnesses themselves but must refer the witnesses to the police. Leanne then put out a public appeal – for witnesses to come forward and talk to her. The inevitable furore followed and Leanne was then interviewed and said that she thought that the witnesses might like to talk to her rather than the police ‘because I’m a woman’. This was a criminal investigation into a vicious paedophile ring who had evaded prosecution for years. A lot of people who had suffered at their hands had killed themselves and some witnesses had died in suspicious circumstances. But Leanne wanted to get to the witnesses before the police did – because she was a woman. Que?? I always thought that interfering with witnesses was a serious offence. I’m sure that if I did it I would be arrested. Now if Leanne had been an utter dipstick of a first year student on a social work course with a rather simplistic idea of gender roles, her appeal for witnesses to talk to her rather than the police might be understandable. But Leanne was the leader of the opposition in Wales. She is also a former probation officer – and was actually co-chair of the National Association of Probation Officers – as well as a former lecturer in social policy at Cardiff University. Presumably then Leanne knows what a criminal investigation involves – and she will also know that the last thing that anybody should be doing whether they are female, male or intersex, is interfering with the witnesses. Especially when so many of them have been found dead. So a message to Leanne, from one women to another on International Women’s Day: that paedophile gang Leanne had tentacles throughout the UK, particularly in the mental health services, and they destroyed lives, including my own for many years. I was lucky enough to escape their associates constant attempts to frame me for serious crimes (although I’m not sure how) and unlike so many other people whom they targeted I did not actually end up dead in questionable circumstances. But I am not an idiot and I know a real progressive feminist when I see one – and it is not you. Oh and Sian also managed to tweet about her dissatisfaction that the Welsh Labour Gov’t had failed to commit to making ‘healthy relationships education’ compulsory in schools. I don’t think that anyone has much to learn about ‘healthy relationships’ from someone who has stuck her head in the sand regarding the dreadfully unhealthy relationships between mental health professionals and their patients in the way that Sian has. There was however one worthwhile International Women’s Day tweet from a north Wales politician today – Liz Saville Roberts sent out a nice photo of the Asda workers from Pwhelli. And I bet that not one of them will have had a father who’s a Harley Street doctor – but Harriet would probably just view them as the sort of women that she’d employ as cleaners…

Street Life…

I didn’t want to take a leaf out of Esther Rantzen’s book here and title this post something like ‘Margaret Hanson Goes On The Streets’ because thanks to the failures of the UK mental health system, a lot of people are now indeed being forced onto the streets. So I’ve made a reference to the Bryan Ferry song instead.

The Betsi website is featuring an excited account of the Betsi Board’s Vice-Chair, Margaret Hanson, joining the Wrexham Street Triage Team on an overnight shift http://www.wales.nhs.uk/sitesplus/861/news/44024

Wrexham Street Triage is described as a ‘collaborative venture between the North Wales Police and the Health Board…to look at better ways to respond to people experiencing a crisis in their mental health. The emergency services are often the first people called when individuals are in crisis and aim to help and support the person. More often than not this involves taking individuals to hospital to be assessed by Mental Health Services. The Street Triage team is a dedicated team working in Wrexham who can provide real time advice and guidance to officers and if needed the team can be deployed to undertake an assessment of the individual on scene’.

Now this description is a somewhat euphemistic description of what happens when people in north Wales experience a mental health crisis. The reason that the emergency services are frequently called upon to attend is because the person involved has usually found it impossible to gain help from anywhere else on previous occasions, has often been refused help by the mental health services themselves and may well have been thrown out of A&E if they’ve tried to gain help from there. Furthermore, at least in cases where the emergency services have taken the person concerned to the Hergest Unit for an assessment, the mental health services will continue to refuse to treat that person or will admit them and then discharge them a few hours later. The Hergest Unit has become so well-known for this course of action that when accounts of suicidal people being rescued by the police from the Menai Suspension Bridge and taken to the Hergest have been related, I’ve heard local people joke ‘oh well they’ll be out of there later this afternoon then’. And the acute units run by the Betsi are now so dreadful that there is no guarantee that someone experiencing a crisis will get the help that they need or even be safe if admitted to hospital.

Margaret said ‘I’m the chair of the Health Board’s mental health committee and I have a particular interest in mental health services.  I think it is really important to see services in action for myself so I can understand how they operate and the sort of challenges they face’.

Margaret’s belief that she will see ‘services in action’ by going out with the Street Triage Team is as farcical as Liz Saville Roberts believing that she gains an insight when she accompanies the police on their visits to people with mental health problems, as reported by the Daily Post last autumn. When Margaret and Liz are around the mental health services are going to be on their best behaviour. If Margaret (or Liz) really want to find out how people with mental health problems are being treated, they need to go undercover without telling anyone that they are Vice-Chair of the Betsi or the MP for Dwyfor Meirionydd and turn up at a mental health unit asking for help. If they’re lucky, they’ll be kept hanging around for a few hours, given a rather superficial assessment and then be told that there are no beds so could they possibly manage to hold out for a few days (or even weeks) whilst an appointment is arranged. If it’s a bad day at Ysbyty Gwynedd, they’ll be met with Stephen Gallagher screaming and raging at them in full view of the rest of the A&E dept, telling them that if they’re suicidal they ‘should be in a cell’ and then calling the police to report them for a crime that has not been committed (please see blog post ‘Two Very Dishonest Dangerous Nurses’). If Margaret and Liz do choose to go undercover, it would be really great if they could conceal recording equipment about their person to capture the whole process of ‘asking for help’. I will be more than happy to make the recording available on my forthcoming sister website that’s in the pipeline.

Margaret expresses a hope that people will spend ‘less time in police cells’ as a result of the Street Triage project. People would also spend less time in police cells if the mental health services stopped having them arrested for ludicrous reasons.

I didn’t realise that Margaret was Chair of the Betsi’s Mental Health Committee. So with the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Board being Chair of the Mental Health Committee and dear old Peter Higson, with his long and glorious history of managing the mental health services at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, now being Chair of the Betsi Board, one can only speculate as to why the mental health services in north Wales are so utterly dreadful. Particularly as the Board Members bang on about ’embedding the learning’ at every Board meeting.

Time To Change Wales

BBC News Wales online is reporting the suicide of yet another farmer, this time in Pembrokeshire, which has resulted in Preseli Pembrokeshire AM Paul Davies (Con) leading to call for more mental health support in Welsh rural areas http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-38858020

This blog has previously documented the case of a farmer on Anglesey known to me who killed himself with a shotgun after a prolonged period of severe depression, as his family begged for more support for him to no avail. After numerous suicide threats from the farmer, the esteemed mental health team on Anglesey eventually paid him a visit and removed one of his two shotguns. Shortly after they left he shot himself dead with the other one. After his death his widow observed that there was ‘no help at all’. Farmers and vets are two cohorts known to have high suicide rates. Wales is a predominantly rural area, with hopeless mental health services. Paul Davies AM is rightly calling for more mental health support for people in rural areas, but his comments seem to suggest that he thinks more ‘investment’ will solve the problem.

But then demanding more ‘investment’ in NHS Wales – even in the north where, as this blog has described, millions are being wasted by gross mismanagement by the Betsi or being diverted into the pockets of people with connections to the Betsi under the guise of ‘charity’, ‘research’ or ‘therapeutic initiatives’ – is all the rage at present. A quick read of Sian Gwenllian’s tweets reveal that she recently retweeted information regarding ‘enterprising Welsh MPs’ who tabled an amendment demanding £17.5 million a week for NHS Wales. Who were these ‘enterprising Welsh MPs’? None other than Hywel Williams, Liz Saville-Roberts, Jonathan Edwards and Albert Owen. Three of these – Hywel, Liz and Albert – are MPs in north Wales and know all about the disaster (and drain down which money disappears) that is the Betsi. And not one of them ever speaks publicly about the neglect and abuse that is occurring in services run by that Health Board, even though I know for a fact that Hywel and Liz have received correspondence from constituents about this – and I bet Albert has as well. But then Hywel is a former psychiatric social worker who is personally friends with a number of people who work in the mental health services and who has a track record of being very rude to constituents who have tried to raise questions relating to neglect and abuse in these services. When Hywel was employed as a psychiatric social worker the ‘services’ were centred around the North Wales Hospital Denbigh so presumably Hywel will be used to ignoring the screams of patients. And all these years later he’s using his position in Parliament to try to extract a few more million for the ‘services’ rather than to expose their scams and abuses. Furthermore yesterday Sian tweeted that ‘conversations about mental health change lives’. Not if those conversations refuse to ever acknowledge that there is rampant neglect, abuse and institutional corruption in the mental health services they don’t Sian. Immediately after this tweet, Sian tweeted again – posing for a photo opp with a consultant from Ysbyty Gwynedd, pledging support for the campaign to build a medical school in Bangor. So we’re back on familiar ground – many more million please, to be squandered and misused by a Health Board already in special measures. By the way Sian, a google search reveals that the man that you are photographed with runs a private practice, in parallel with his highly paid work in the NHS. How is this consistent with Leanne Wood’s ‘progressive politics’, ‘social justice’ and battle against neoliberalism which she is no doubt promoting on her current tour of north Wales? A few hours later, Sian retweeted another Plaid supporter suggesting that a medical school in Bangor is the answer to the ‘brain drain’. No Sian, Catrin and Liz it is not – there is a brain drain in the medical services in north Wales because these services are so bad that good doctors won’t touch them with a barge pole.

If any readers of this blog are tempted to fall into Plaid’s trap of believing that a medical school in Bangor will attract the brightest and the best and will constitute a world-leading research institution, they are invited to read some of my previous posts regarding the ‘research’ in health and social care that has been/is being carried out at Bangor University and Glyndwr University and some of the people doing that research (eg. ‘Experts In Suicide Prevention??’, ‘More Experts and Their Expertise’, ‘Compassion, Intelligent-Kindness and Shame’, ‘An Expert On The Betsi Board!’, It’s Those Experts From The Betsi Again!’, ‘Conflicts Of Interest – and Some Very Big Salaries’, ‘Time To Talk’ and ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’.) Who would ever trust this lot with a medical school?

Sian’s tweet regarding the value of talking about mental health whilst ignoring the fact that people are being neglected or abused – or indeed are dying – at the hands of the mental health services was sent out as part of the ‘Time To Change Wales’ campaign. It certainly is time to change Wales. Perhaps we could start with our politicians.

 

More Information On Hergest Unit Death – Jan 5th 2017

Further to my recent blog post ‘News Report Regarding Death of Hergest Patient – Jan 5th 2017’, further information regarding this has appeared in a report published by the Daily Post online http://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/north-wales-police-criticised-inappropriate-12412889

So the Hergest Unit consultant giving evidence, Olufemi Adebajo, described the police visit to a patient as ‘very unusual’. What a porkie – the police are called to that Unit by the staff to ‘deal with’ patients on a constant basis. Indeed, in a recent interview with the Daily Post, the MP Liz Saville Roberts (Plaid) spoke about the police regularly being called in up there. A link to this article can be found in my blog post ‘More Bad News Re Mental Health Services: November 14 2016’. Furthermore, the police visit to the Unit on this occasion has been described as for the purpose of an ‘informal discussion’. That sounds a great deal less stress-inducing than the reason that I usually hear about the police being summoned to the Hergest Unit ie. to either arrest patients or to throw them out of the hospital when they have been refused care.

Adebajo told the inquest that there had been ‘no suspicion’ that the patient would take his own life, ‘even in the days leading to his death’. So they obviously did not assess him as stressed or as a suicide risk even after the police visit then. The report also states that ‘staff at Hergest were only made aware that Mr Lewis had not returned when police called at 6-55pm to enquire if they had any missing patients’. So Hergest staff didn’t notice how long this ‘visit to the corner shop’ was taking then.

This has all the hallmarks of another Hergest cock-up leading to yet another death.

 

The CEOs of St David’s Hospice

There is in Llandudno a small hospice, St David’s Hospice. This hospice is not run by the Betsi and it has never been subject to the sort of scandals that dog the NHS in north Wales, but their choice of CEOs has caused a number of people to take an interest in St David’s Hospice.

For years, the Hergest Unit was (mis)managed by a man called Alun Davies. (Please see my blog posts ‘Former NHS Managers of Notoriety Now Keeping a Low(er) Profile’ and ‘The Hergest Unit, Ysbyty Gwynedd’ for more background on Alun Davies.) Alun Davies was very unpopular with many of the staff of the Hergest Unit and a number of people have told me that he was considered to have made a substantial contribution to the serious problems that eventually engulfed it. Nonetheless Davies remained as manager of the Hergest Unit until it pretty much imploded, whereupon he announced that he was leaving.

Everyone assumed that Davies had finally realised what a mess he had created and was calling it a day. So people were quite staggered to find that Davies wasn’t actually retiring but had been appointed as CEO of St David’s Hospice. One now retired consultant from north Wales, when I told him of Davies’s new position, said incredulously ‘he’s actually got another job?’ Someone else with knowledge of events at the Hergest Unit remarked that after what Davies had been responsible for ‘he should be pilloried in the local press’ rather than continuing his career. But the people who seemed most surprised at Davies’s new job were actually some people who worked at St David’s Hospice themselves. They were known to a close friend of mine and he revealed that they were mystified at Davies’s instalment as CEO – they expressed the opinion that such an appointment wasn’t required, that no-one understood what Davies was actually going to be doing and that they’d always got along quite nicely without such an appointment. But nonetheless Davies became CEO of St David’s Hospice and until recently I assumed that he still was.

The other day however I discovered something fascinating. Alun Davies is no longer CEO of St David’s Hospice and hasn’t been for a while. The CEO is now Trystan Pritchard who was appointed in 2014. I remember Trystan very well. He used to work for the North West Wales NHS Trust and was one of the people who wrote me rude, uninformative, dismissive letters as I tried to pursue my complaints about the mental health services. Then when the Betsi was initially formed and I was being told that there was an organised attempt to undermine the new Board and it’s CEO Mary Burrows, someone I know had a conversation with Trystan and told me that Trystan had expressed some interesting sentiments. I was told that Trystan was professionally very close to Martin Jones, that Trystan ‘didn’t like’ the new Board and that Trystan had remarked that it was a great pity that Elfed Roberts wasn’t part of the new Board because Elfed ‘had done so much for the NHS’. So Trystan was clearly a very big fan of – and very well networked into – the old regime that had been deposed when the Betsi was formed.

One thing that I noticed when Mary Burrows was appointed CEO was the well organised campaign to undermine her. Indeed I had someone yell at me that they were going to ‘take her out’. When the Betsi was formed an awful lot of bad news stories about the Betsi suddenly appeared in the local media in north Wales. Bad news NHS stories in the media were nothing new, but what was worthy of note about these stories was that the deaths and scandals that they were reporting had actually happened under the North West Wales Trust, when Elfed Roberts was Chairman and Martin Jones was CEO. Somehow though these stories had not appeared in the media in north Wales until the Betsi was established. And the stories were written in such a way that people unaware of the civil war going on in the local NHS would have concluded that these deaths and scandals had all happened under Mary Burrows management. There was also a TV programme screened with exactly the same slant. So somebody with connections to the media in north Wales and with inside knowledge of the north Wales NHS had been busy and naturally I wondered who it was.

So I took the opportunity to attend a few of the meetings that the Betsi held at which the local press too were in attendance. After each meeting I noticed that Trystan could be seen in conversation with reporters from the Daily Post. Indeed he seemed to be having a very jolly time after these meetings. Trystan has been good enough to put up details of his career on Linked In https://uk.linkedin.com/in/trystan-pritchard-0a1a0019 Readers will notice that Trystan’s role in the north Wales NHS was in ‘communications’ and that at an earlier stage in his career he was a political journalist for Golwg. Surely the role of a ‘communications’ man is to ensure that damaging inaccurate stories about one’s employer do not find their way into the media.

The current Chair of the Board of Trustees at St David’s Hospice is Dr Lyndon Miles. Dr Miles was a member of the Betsi Board when it was initially formed and seemed to me to be one of the people who was desperately trying to improve the NHS in north Wales. I imagine that Lyndon’s involvement in St David’s Hospice will be entirely positive – one only hopes that he is able to hold the CEO to account if need be.

I was reminded of the interesting sequence of CEOs at St David’s Hospice earlier today when Liz Saville-Roberts (Plaid) posted a photo of herself visiting St David’s Hospice on twitter.

 

More Bad News Re Mental Health Services: November 14 2016

The Daily Post online is running another north Wales mental health bad news story today http://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/more-100-north-wales-psychiatric-12169525

So the Betsi is now spending vast sums of money and sending many mental health patients to England for care. I note that the Betsi spokesperson maintained that it was essential that patients were treated by ‘fully trained staff’ on a ‘purpose designated ward’ – which is of course true. Is this some sort of admission at last that the north Wales mental health services are so bad that they don’t have many ‘fully trained staff’ or ‘purpose designated wards’ and that the only way of keeping patients safe is to send them out of the region because the Betsi can’t afford any more scandals?

Once again Liz Saville Roberts (Plaid) has waded into the debate. She comments that ‘this is not a health service fit for our communities in north Wales’. She’s dead right – but this hasn’t been a health service fit for our communities for a very long time and her colleagues have been strangely silent with Hywel Williams (Plaid) actively colluding with this dreadful service. Liz makes some rather more interesting comments as well. She remarks that ‘it is symptomatic of the crisis that Ysbyty Gwynedd is effectively reliant on the police to provide extra security and back up help for patients with challenging behaviour’. I’m not sure that Liz is being particularly transparent here – the Hergest Unit has been well known for years for calling the police and mounting prosecutions against patients for astonishingly trivial reasons, rather than any real cases of ‘challenging behaviour’. (Many of the posts on this blog describe such instances.) I was prosecuted for calling a manager a ‘fat idiot’, over the phone, to a secretary. Someone else I know was prosecuted for telling a nurse on the phone that he was so suicidal that he felt like chopping a gas pipe. He ended up in prison on remand but was never actually charged. One young man hung himself in prison in Liverpool hours after the Hergest Unit insisted that he was prosecuted and remanded in custody for ‘attempted robbery’. According to this man’s wife, this was a man who was psychotic, who had escaped from the Hergest Unit into the adjoining car park and had tried to get into a nurse’s car in a rather incompetent escape attempt. The police attempted to persuade the Hergest Unit to readmit him but they refused, insisting that he be prosecuted and remanded in prison. (After his death his wife rang the Hergest Unit to ask if she could collect his clothes – they told her that they were too busy to go looking for patients property.)

One thing that many patients who were dealt with by the police, or indeed prosecuted, had in common was that they had complained about the mental health services. Allegations that patients were ‘violent’ or even ‘dangerous’ were routinely made by the mental health services to deflect serious complaint. When patients demonstrated that staff had lied and that the patients had not conducted themselves as accused there were no investigations and no apologies. No questions were asked even in the event of court cases collapsing against patients repeatedly. Far from being serious criminals in the making, these were distressed patients utterly frustrated with a system that was obviously institutionally corrupt and failing to address serious malpractice, even when evidence was produced.

Liz calls on the Health Board to be open about staffing levels and how staff are ‘supported’ to work with mental health patients. The Health Board doesn’t even need to bother to answer this – it is admitted that there is a staffing crisis at the Hergest Unit and there has been for years because no-one wants to work there such is it’s dreadful reputation. And staff are not ‘supported’ to work with patients at all – numerous Hergest Unit patients can give first-hand accounts of the aggressive, intimidating, callous behaviour of Hergest Unit staff. If this is what Liz is referring to, she should perhaps be a little more frank and make reference to the pervasive abuse and neglect in the mental health services.

 

Interesting Communication From Darren Millar AM, Oct 13th 2016

After reading a report of yet another suicide of a Hergest Unit patient this morning, I e mailed Darren Millar AM (Conservative), as he had been quoted as commenting in the report. I had made the point in my e mail that politicians were failing to acknowledge the presence of negligent and abusive staff in the north Wales mental health services and that I had documentary evidence of malpractice and law breaking which the Welsh Gov’t had ignored. Amazingly enough within two hours I had a response from Mr Millar. Here it is in full:

Dear Dr Baker,

Thank you for your email.

I can assure you that your perceptions of my position on this are incorrect. I can assure you that I have been calling for mental health staff and senior executives at the Board who were identified as being responsible for patient harm in reports in recent years to be dismissed and even prosecuted.

These calls have been made publicly in the Senedd and in the media, and privately to Ministers, Health Board members, independent investigators and to the Chief Constable of the North Wales Police.

I will continue to press for those responsible for negligence, abuse and patient harm to face consequences and justice for their actions.

Yours,

Darren

Darren Millar AM / AC
Clwyd West
Gorllewin Clwyd

Well you can’t say fairer than that.
This e mail was certainly a pleasant surprise – I have e mailed both Dr James Davies (Conservative) and Liz Saville Roberts (Plaid Cymru) recently regarding the mental health services in north Wales. My e mails were not acknowledged.