Yesterday many media outlets provided obituaries of the actress Fenella Fielding, who recently died at the age of 90.
Fenella Fielding is best remembered for starring as Valeria, the camp vamp in ‘Carry On Screaming’, alongside the dysfunctional regulars of the Carry On films – the foibles of the Carry On actors were not made public when those films were made – but Fielding was in fact a serious actress.
The BBC told us that ‘Fenella Fielding survived a violent upbringing to play Ibsen, Shakespeare and Euripides on stage. As an artist, her sheer versatility captivated both Federico Fellini and Noel Coward. This was a woman of wit and wisdom who kept a copy of Plato beside the bed.’
After ‘Carry On Screaming’, Fielding turned down all future Carry On work but the die was cast. In the public mind, she was the quintessential 60s femme fatale, delivering double entendres with lashings of false innocence. Her career slowly drifted into obscurity almost as soon as she uttered her most immortal line.
Fenella Marion Feldman was born in Hackney in 1927, the youngest child of a Romanian mother and a Lithuanian father. The relationship with her parents was never easy, often strained and occasionally violent. As a toddler, she seemed to speak in gibberish. Her mother and father worried she was failing to develop normal language skills until they chanced upon her in animated conversation with a doll. ‘I suppose,’ Fenella later wrote, ‘I just didn’t want to speak to my parents.’
The young Fenella took ballet lessons and gave her youthful talent for comedy free rein in the annual end of year show – once memorably cavorting around the stage to the tune of Nobody Loves A Fairy When She’s Forty. Other mums and dads, she bitterly noted, showered their children with fresh flowers after each performance; her own parents merely offered up the same basket of artificial blooms, year after year.
As she entered her teens, Fenella’s life at home became darker. Her father – who could be charming in public – was a ‘street angel, house devil’, she recalled who ‘used to knock me about with his fists’. To make matters worse, her mother would actually ‘egg him on’. Fenella thought the violence would pass, but it didn’t – at least until she threatened to go to the police.
Fielding left school at 16 and spent a year at St Martin’s School of Art. Her parents were appalled that she might see naked men – or even worse, naked women – in class, which was bound to result in pregnancy and drug addiction. There were rows every morning. Eventually, they forced her to leave.
Still wanting to act, Fielding would hang around stage doors in the West End in the hope of brushing against Alec Guinness or Laurence Olivier. She won a two-year scholarship to the RADA – which pleased her mother and father greatly until it dawned on them she might actually become an actress. Her mother began turning up at RADA at lunchtime, making a scene and insisting Fielding leave. ‘Really, darling’, she would say, ‘these common people!’ After a while, the school quietly withdrew her funding.
Fenella considered going to university but her father told her he’d ‘rather see her dead at his feet.’ Instead, she was dispatched to learn shorthand and typing, which she found soul destroying. Fielding ingested 70 aspirin in a suicide attempt but changed her mind at the last minute. She swallowed pints of mustard water to induce vomiting after calling an all-night Boots to ask how to reverse the effects.
Fleeing home, Fenella found digs in Mayfair run by ‘friendly prostitutes’. In 1952, she appeared in an amateur production at the LSE alongside Ron Moody – then a mature student – who later found fame as Fagin, in the film version of ‘Oliver!’
Ron Moody supported Fenella’s ambition to become an actress, persuading her not to pack it in. She changed her name from Feldman to Fielding, pretended to be seven years younger in order to compensate for her late start in show business and began appearing in comedy revues.
By the end of the 1950s, Fenella had made a name for herself in the musical ‘Valmouth’. It was quirky and, for the time, rather lurid – but Fielding’s rave reviews led to an awkward reconciliation with her parents. Her mother turned up at the Lyric Theatre bearing a peace offering of sorts: a whole, fried chicken.
Next was ‘Pieces of Eight’, a live comedy revue written by Peter Cook and Harold Pinter. Starring alongside her was Kenneth Williams – already firmly established as a household name – who harboured a brittle ego under the thinnest of skins. When one review called Fielding a ‘beautiful butterfly of comedy’, Williams exploded. Encouraging her to ad lib, he ruthlessly stole her best lines. He became threatening and bluntly warned her not to steal his limelight. When Fielding extemporised the end of one sketch with the line ‘the last one dead’s a sissy’, there were hysterics. Williams went white and shrieked that she’d ‘called me a homosexual in front of the whole audience’. ‘It was awful,’ she later recalled. ‘I’d never been so frightened in all my life.’
Worse was to come as Fenella branched out into film and television. In 1959, she appeared in ‘Follow A Star’ alongside Norman Wisdom – who she came to loathe. ‘Not a very pleasant man,’ she later said. ‘Hand up your skirt first thing in the morning. Not exactly a lovely way to start a day’s filming.’
During the 1960s, Vidal Sassoon, personally, did Fenella’s hair and the bohemian journalist Jeffrey Bernard took her on riotous club nights. She would sit and talk long into the night with the flamboyant artist Francis Bacon and the rest of that decade’s rakish beau monde.
Professionally, there were small parts on television in ‘The Avengers’ and regular appearances on the cutting-edge satire, ‘That Was The Week That Was’. Her film appearances included working alongside Dirk Bogarde in ‘Doctor in Love’ and Tony Curtis in ‘Arrivederci, Baby!’
On stage, Fielding pursued her love for drama. ‘The Times’ described her performance as Hedda Gabler as ‘one of the experiences of a lifetime’. The Italian film director Federico Fellini took her to Claridge’s and offered to make a film where she starred as six or seven different incarnations of male desire. Unfortunately, she was already booked to do a season on stage in Chichester so she turned him down – to the great disappointment of her agent.
Then came ‘Carry On Screaming’, which reunited Fielding with with her old nemesis, Kenneth Williams. The filming took three weeks, made her hugely famous and her career never recovered. She played Valeria – a thinly disguised Morticia Addams – with every ounce of camp vamp she could muster. Her wig was huge, her eyelashes incredible and her red dress was so tight she was completely unable to bend in the middle. Every scene was done in a single take and, of course, she is remembered for just one. Reclining on a chaise longue, Fielding entices Harry H Corbett towards her. The eyes flutter and the voice purrs. ‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ she inquires seductively – before vast quantities of dry ice envelope them both.
Fenella politely declined all invitations to appear in other Carry On films – including the lead in ‘Carry On Cleopatra’ – partly in an attempt to avoid being typecast by the success of the first. For the rest of her life, she struggled to escape Valeria.
The offers dried up and her on-screen career quietly slid away. She did Morecambe & Wise Christmas specials and some voice work for both the cult hit series, ‘The Prisoner’, and a ‘Magic Roundabout’ project – ‘Dougal and The Blue Cat’. But she didn’t make another film for almost 15 years.
Fielding was rarely completely out of work. She continued on stage – with a string of well-reviewed provincial shows – in which she didn’t have to play ‘either a Lady or a Tart’. But, eventually, she struggled for money and was forced to go to the social security office to claim benefits.
She never married, despite a string of male admirers. One possible future husband died, another couldn’t get over his alcoholism and had to be abandoned. For 20 years, she maintained two separate lovers and managed to prevent them ever meeting. ‘I loved them both,’ she wrote but decided on ‘never committing; never having a marriage that could have gone awful’.
Politically, she was on the left – despising Margaret Thatcher in the 1980s and refusing to help her older brother Bas when he stood for election under the Conservative banner. But they remained close and she was proud of him when, without her help, he became an important figure in the Conservative Party and eventually entered the Lords.
Latterly, there was work with Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson in ‘Guest House Paradiso’ and a role as an eccentric granny in the gritty teenage drama, ‘Skins’. But, for Fenella Fielding, her best work always took place on stage. At the age of nearly 90, the ‘Financial Times’ described her performance in Euripides’ The Trojan Women as ‘unbearably moving… at the extreme limits of pathos’.
Fielding was resigned to her professional fate after ‘Carry On Screaming’. The autobiography she published in 2017 – entitled ‘Do You Mind If I Smoke?’ – has little shred of bitterness or regret. The only thing that rankled was when she met fellow actors – and there were many – who’d been asked to do adverts with a ‘Fenella Fielding-like’ voice. ‘Bloody cheek,’ she would say. ‘Why didn’t they ask me?’
Throughout her long life, Fenella worked with and knew about the activities of many unpleasant people, including many of those named on this blog who colluded with, or were even responsible for, the organised abuse of vulnerable people and children. Previous posts have discussed Dafydd’s celebrity contacts, a network which was boosted by his mate and umbrella Professor Linford Rees at Barts being the father of 1970s ‘Poldark’ sweetheart Angharad Rees, who was married to Christopher Cazenove; Cazenove hit it big in Hollywood and starred in ‘Dynasty’…. (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).
I mentioned that the lives of unpleasant actors in the Carry On films were sanitised by the media at the time. Kenneth Williams was quite nuts: misogynistic, gay but hated the rest of humanity so was solitary, had a Jimmy Savile-esque relationship with his mother and was so obsessive that he wouldn’t allow visitors into his house lest they used his bog and left their germs behind. When Kenneth Williams was found dead, many questions about his death which should have been asked weren’t. Sid James was a ferocious wife-beater and Babs Windsor was married to a gangster and friends with many other gangsters, including the Krays. This was known but was packaged as Babs’s ‘glamorous’ life. Those targeted by the scumbags with whom Babs and Dafydd were mates didn’t perceive them to be glamorous, we thought that they were dangerous and unhinged.
Norman Wisdom gave an interview when he was an elderly tax exile living on the Isle of Man and he came over as a deeply unpleasant man, not just a cheery chappy who shouted ‘Mr Grimsdale’ and fell over a great deal. Norman waxed lyrical about the joys of flogging and hanging people and the necessity of hanging onto every penny of his substantial wealth.
Francis Bacon was openly gay and for a while was the partner of George Dyer. Bacon’s wiki entry tells us that he:
‘met George Dyer in 1963 at a pub, although a much-repeated myth claims their acquaintance started during the younger man’s burglary into the artist’s apartment. Dyer was about 30 years old, from London’s East End. He came from a family steeped in crime, and had till then spent his life drifting between theft, detention and jail. Bacon’s earlier relationships had been with older and tumultuous men. His first lover, Peter Lacy, tore up the artist’s paintings, beat him in drunken rages, at times leaving him on streets half-conscious. Bacon was now the dominating personality; attracted to Dyer’s vulnerability and trusting nature. Dyer was impressed by Bacon’s self-confidence and artistic success, and Bacon acted as a protector and father figure to the insecure younger man…
Dyer abandoned crime but soon descended into alcoholism. Bacon’s money attracted hangers-on for massive benders around London’s Soho. Withdrawn and reserved when sober, Dyer was highly animated and aggressive when drunk, and often attempted to “pull a Bacon” by buying large rounds and paying for expensive dinners for his wide circle. Dyer’s erratic behaviour inevitably wore thin – with his cronies, with Bacon, and with Bacon’s friends. Most of Bacon’s art world associates regarded Dyer as a nuisance – an intrusion into the world of high culture to which their Bacon belonged. Dyer reacted by becoming increasingly needy and dependent. By 1971, he was drinking alone and only in occasional contact with his former lover.
In October 1971, Dyer joined Bacon in Paris for the opening of the artist’s retrospective at the Grand Palais. The show was the high point of Bacon’s career to date and he was now described as Britain’s “greatest living painter”. Dyer was a desperate man, and although he was “allowed” to attend, he was well aware that he was slipping out of the picture. To draw Bacon’s attention, he planted cannabis in his flat and phoned the police and attempted suicide on a number of occasions. On the eve of the Paris exhibition, Bacon and Dyer shared a hotel room, but Bacon was forced escape in disgust to the room of gallery employee Terry Danziger-Miles, as Dyer was entertaining an Arab rent boy with “smelly feet”. When Bacon returned to his room the next morning, together with Danziger-Miles and Valerie Beston, they discovered Dyer in the bathroom dead, sat on the toilet. With the agreement of the hotel manager, the party agreed not to announce the death for two days.
Bacon spent the following day surrounded by people eager to meet him. In mid-evening of the following day he was “informed” that Dyer had taken an overdose of barbiturates and was dead. Bacon continued with the retrospective and displayed powers of self-control “to which few of us could aspire”, according to Russell. Bacon was deeply affected by the loss of Dyer, and had recently lost four other friends and his nanny. From this point, death haunted his life and work. Though outwardly stoic at the time, he was inwardly broken. He did not express his feelings to critics, but later admitted to friends that “daemons, disaster and loss” now stalked him as if his own version of the Eumenides (Greek for The Furies). Bacon spent the remainder of his stay in Paris attending to promotional activities and funeral arrangements. He returned to London later that week to comfort Dyer’s family.
During the funeral, many of Dyer’s friends, including hardened East End criminals, broke down in tears. As the coffin was lowered into the grave one friend was overcome and screamed “you bloody fool!” Bacon remained stoic during the proceedings, but in the following months suffered an emotional and physical breakdown. Deeply affected, over the following two years he painted a number of single canvas portraits of Dyer, and the three highly regarded ‘Black Triptychs’, each of which details moments immediately before and after Dyer’s suicide.’
Francis Bacon’s wiki admits that as a young man, Bacon was a rent boy and involved in petty crime, but states that in middle age Bacon was charismatic, friendly and engaging and spent most of his time ‘eating, drinking and gambling’ with his friends in Soho. I used to know someone who knew Francis Bacon and that is not what I was told. I was told that Francis Bacon was an absolute bastard, that he was drunk, aggressive, angry and a prolific user of young men for sex. The person who knew Francis Bacon was a Hergest Unit patient. As with so many of his other adventures in his younger days, this man chatted away to the Hergest Unit staff about Francis Bacon and his circle… See post ‘The Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’
Francis Bacon’s circle of friends included Tom Baker of ‘Dr Who’ fame and of course Lucian Freud.
Fenella provided voice-overs for ‘The Prisoner’. That series was famously filmed at Portmeirion, the Italianate village in Gwynedd built by Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who lived at Llanfrothen just down the road.
Sir Clough married Amabel Strachey, one of the Bloomsbury set and throughout the middle years of the 20th century, Clough and Amabel’s bohemian friends spent their summers in the Llanfrothen/Croesor area. Their friends included Bloomsbury originals, as well as a whole variety of intellectuals, artists, internationalists and radicals. Among them lived the locals, some of whom had their lives wrecked by Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd and the gang. See my post ‘The Village’ for details.
In later life, Bertrand Russell lived near to Clough and was a friend of his. Russell was sexually predatory, callous and abusive to his nearest and dearest and is suspected of having sexually used/abused his granddaughter Lucy, who burnt herself to death when still young. Russell employed an expensive dodgy solicitor who, along with Top Doctors, obligingly declared Russell’s relatives/victims mad and banged them up/had them disinherited at Russell’s request. See post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’
Russell’s son Conrad – his son by Russell’s third wife Patricia – became the 5th Earl Russell, after Russell’s eldest son John Conrad, the 4th Earl Russell, who pretty much had his life ruined by his father, died. Conrad Russell was an historian who specialised in 17th century British history and wrote and lectured extensively on the origins of the English Civil War. His major works include Crisis of Parliaments: English history 1509–1660 (1971), Origins of the English Civil War (edited, 1973), Parliaments and English politics, 1621–1629 (1979), Unrevolutionary England, 1603–1642 (1990), and Fall of the British monarchies, 1637–1642 (1991).
Conrad Russell stood as a Labour candidate in the 1966 General Election but was not elected. He later became active in the Liberal Party and sat in the Lords as a Lib Dem.
Harold Pinter married Lady Antonia Fraser, the daughter of the Labour peer Lord Longford who, along with many members of his family, knew about organised abuse, including the contribution to it made by Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’). Lady Antonia is, like Conrad Russell, an Oxford-educated historian. Her works include Cromwell, Our Chief of Men (1973) and The Weaker Vessel (1984), a study of women’s lives in 17th century England.
Fenella Fielding’s brother is Basil Samuel Feldman, Baron Feldman and sat in the Lords as a Conservative from 1996 until his retirement in 2017. Basil Feldman is a former member of Lloyd’s of London and was the director of The Young Entrepreneurs Fund, 1985-94. He has been described as a former plastic-toy magnate whose business interests reportedly included ‘Sindy dolls, aircraft kits and yo-yos’. Feldman married his wife Gita Julius in 1952. He has two sons and a daughter. One of his sons is Nick Feldman, bass guitarist of the band Wang Chung. Feldman is a member of the Garrick and Carlton Clubs. As were/are many of those who protected Dafydd et al.
Feldman was knighted in 1982 – as Mary Wynch began her legal struggle against Dafydd and the gang. On 15 January 1996 Feldman was made a life peer. His sponsors were Thatch and Parkinson.
By Jan 1996, Sir Peter Morrison and Dafydd’s mate, the corrupt Home Office Drugs branch mandarin Bing Spear (see post ‘Little Things Hitting each Other’), were both safely dead, having died within four days of each other in July 1995. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse knew that he would be Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry that William Hague ‘didn’t know’ that he would be announcing in six months time and Ronnie had already spent 1995 conducting a tour of Wales, where he supped and dined with many of those who should have asked questions about the abuse of children in care in north Wales but didn’t (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).
Coat of arms of Basil Feldman, Baron Feldman
A Coronet of a Baron
A Mount issuant therefrom between two Sprigs of Basil both flowered a Dexter Cubit Arm the hand grasping a Wreath of Laurel all proper
Per chevron Argent guttée de sang and Gules guttée d’eau in chief two Apple Trees eradicated and fructed proper in base a Phoenix rising from Flames also proper
Dexter: A Lion reguardant Or holding in the dexter paw a Copper Handbell and in the mouth a Sprig of Pink Camelia both proper; Sinister: A Hind reguardant Or gorged with a Portcullis attached to a Chain Sable and holding in the mouth a Sprig of Basil flowered proper
Melius Quo Citius (The sooner the better)
So Fenella ‘refused to help’ her brother with his political career. When one considers whom she had hung out with, it is fairly clear that she didn’t need to help him…
My post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ supplies a few details regarding the mental health system of the wider UK in the 1980s, when the British Gov’t was actively colluding with Dafydd and his gang’s activities in north Wales, which had by then got completely out of hand and were dominating the whole region. Since I wrote that post I have found out far, far more regarding the reasons why Dafydd et al were allowed to involve themselves in serious organised crime unhindered. It was of course because they were supplying the Westminster Paedophile Ring and were part of an international trafficking network.
They were so many people who protected Dafydd, let alone the wider gang across the UK, that I still have more people to name and events to correlate, but it is very obvious that by the mid-1980s, when Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and I would not shut up about crimes against vulnerable people in north Wales, Dafydd’s mates in high places really pulled out all the stops to save the bacon of the gang.
Jimmy Savile was appointed to the Broadmoor task force in a non-executive role from Jan 1987. Professor Oliver Brooke of St George’s Hospital Medical School, a big name in the pan-European ring of which Dafydd et al were a part, pleaded guilty to child porn offences on 18 Dec 1986 at Kingston Crown Court. Savile had of course been involved with ‘volunteering’ at Broadmoor since 1968, but it was after Ollie was arrested and convicted that the Dept of Health under Secretary of State Norman Fowler and then Ken Clarke gave the man who was known to be a serial sex offender a leading role in the management of Broadmoor, Baroness Jean Trumpington being the genius of a junior Health Minister who actually did the deed (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Jimmy Savile is known to have procured children for the sexual use of ‘VIPs’. Broadmoor housed a great many ‘dangerous patients’ who had dared complain about being molested in various care settings. The institution was completely lawless and run by the POA, who were not only battering and molesting the patients but were also working massive swindles and embezzling huge quantities of money from the hospital coffers. Thatch’s Gov’t could not reign the POA in, obviously because those members who staffed Broadmoor – and of course Ashworth and Rampton – knew damn well that scores of their ‘dangerous’ patients had been banged up simply because they were witnesses to serious crime, including that committed by people at the highest levels of society.
It was on 11 May 1987 that Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane released Oliver Brooke from prison on appeal and compared Ollie’s extensive collection of child porn, some of which he had acquired from Amsterdam and Copenhagen, to a collection of cigarette cards. Geoffrey Lane referred to the numerous testimonials to Ollie’s good character that he had received, although I have not been able to discover who provided those testimonials or indeed who Ollie’s defence team were.
In early 1987, the DHSS mandarin responsible for mental health, Brian McGinnis, left his post. McGinnis was later barred from working with children after concerns about his conduct toward them (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). McGinnis was replaced by Cliff Graham, a close friend of Jimmy Savile, who then ensured that Savile was given a leading role in the Broadmoor management team. Cliff Graham was even more successful at ensuring that the UK’s mental health system doubled up as a people trafficking organisation than McGinnis had been (see post ‘The Old Devils’). It was Cliff Graham who as part of his ‘reforms’ recommended the establishment of the SHSA (Special Hospital Services Authority). Everything that Graham did served to make Dafydd et al even more untouchable.
It was from 1987 onward that people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales found themselves befriended by the rich n famous with links to leading Tories (see posts ‘These Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’) and subsequently in receipt of a great deal of dosh.
After years of chaos and Savile-inspired crime at Broadmoor, in 1994 Cliff Graham was succeeded by Clive Wilson, who remarked on the lack of paperwork relating to previous events at the DHSS/DoH. In rather the same way that in 1995 when Nicola Davies QC was employed to conduct a review of the paperwork of the North Wales Police relating to the abuse of children in care in north Wales, Nicola – now Dame Nicola (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’) – discovered that all the paperwork from the last ten years was missing.
The DHSS was a major and crucial Gov’t Dept. How exactly did it find itself devoid of paperwork while a gang of paedophiles were given free range within it? Perhaps some could ask former Secretaries of State Norman Fowler, Ken Clarke, William Waldegrave and Virginia Bottomley.
Let’s look at a few more of those who were given responsibility for Broadmoor while a gang of sex offenders were allowed to use it as a prison for their victims as well as witnesses to their crimes.
Sheila Drew Smith was the Chair of the Broadmoor Special Health Authority. Sheila was a member of the Committee on Standards in Public Life (the Nolan Committee), 2012-18. In 2015, Sheila Drew Smith was commissioned by Home Secretary Theresa May to conduct an independent review of governance proposals made by the Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC) in response to the Triennial Review of the IPCC.
Sheila also served and might still serve as the Chair of the National Approved Letting Scheme from 2013 and as a Committee Member of Safe Agents. Her previous roles have included: Board Member of the Housing Corporation, 2002-08; Board Member of the Audit Commission, 2004-10; Board Member of Infrastructure Planning Commission, 2010-12 and Office of the Regulator of Social Housing (Tenant Services Authority), 2008-12; Member of the Selection Panel, Network Rail, 2010-present; Member of the Appointments Panel, Bar Standards Board, 2010-present.
Sheila has also been a Director of Circles Services Ltd, Circle Anglia Foundation Ltd and the Centre for Economic Policy Research.
Sheila’s early career was as an accountant with PwC, 1984-95. She was a Board member and then the Chair of Tower Hamlets Housing Action Trust, 1999-04 and has been a Board member of the London Thames Gateway Development Corporation since 2009. So Sheila knows a great deal about the development of Canary Wharf which involved a number of those Tower Hamlets Councillors who had concealed the trafficking of youngsters between the East End and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales, as well as about the efforts of Sir Sam Everington, a Top Doctor and leading light in the BMA and Lord Andrew Mawson in concealing the same heap of crap. See posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’.
The junior Minister in the DoH with responsibilitiesfor Broadmoor, 1988-90 – when Savile had free reign and Dafydd and his mates banged their victims up in there – was the Tory Roger Norman Freeman, Baron Freeman, MP for Kettering, 1983-97.
Freeman was born on the Wirral and educated at Whitgift School, Croydon and Balliol College. When he was at Oxford, Freeman was the President of the Oxford University Conservative Association, 1964. Before entering Parliament, Freeman was an accountant for an investment bank.
Freeman was a junior Minister for the Armed Forces (1986–88) and then moved to the DoH to collude with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Between 1990 and 1995, he was Minister of State for Public Transport and in that post he was responsible for steering through the Commons the Railways Bill, providing for the privatisation of British Rail and enacted as the Railways Act 1993.
In Lilibet’s 1993 Birthday Honours – by which time the North Wales Police had ‘failed to find any evidence’ of the paedophile ring which Roger Freeman was concealing, a leading light of which was Sir Peter Morrison, the brother of Dame Mary Morrison, Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet – Freeman became a Privy Councillor.
On 26 June 1995, Freeman was brought into the Cabinet by John Major as Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster and in this role, Freeman made a Ministerial visit to Lancaster Royal Grammar School, who’s most famous old boy is probably Cecil Parkinson, who also concealed Dafydd’s gang (see previous posts).
Freeman also inaugurated the process of privatisation of HMSO, though as a former Minister for MoD Procurement, one of HMSO’s major customers, he could be adjudged to have had a conflict of interest. He misjudged the effect of privatisation on HMSO, which, rather than preserve the business as a whole and protecting jobs, hastened the already-established process of splitting the business into its various parts, resulting in the destruction of some and the sale of others to foreign owners. The loss of jobs was massive and the old office building in Norwich is derelict. The National Audit Office later denounced the whole process as a debacle.
Freeman was narrowly defeated in the 1997 General Election and was rewarded with a peerage, just as Sir Ronald Waterhouse was calling the former kids in care who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry a pack of liars.
Lord Freeman was the chairman of the charity SkillForce, 2004-16. He is now Patron of SkillForce and the Independent Transport Commission. His wife, Jennifer Freeman, is a former Secretary of the Victorian Society and is a specialist developer of architecturally historic buildings.
The Lord Freeman
Savile’s mate Alan Franey, who was appointed General Manager of Broadmoor after Trumpers gave the green light for Savile and his friends to colonise the management of the institution, took early retirement in July 1997, after the depths to which Broadmoor had sunk were so low that it could not be concealed any longer. Jo Sheehan was appointed as an interim manager. Jo had previously been the HR Director at Broadmoor, so she was well-acquainted with the thugs of the POA who violently assaulted the victims of the paedophile gang that were incarcerated in there and also kept schtum about Jimmy Savile sexually assaulting them, although it has now been admitted that two female patients are thought to have killed themselves as a result of Savile. Complain about Dafydd and his mates assaulting you? You’ll be banged up in Broadmoor where Savile will then enjoy himself. St Helena Kennedy and the Friends Of The Oppressed Wimmin will not say a word and should you complain everyone will be reminded that you are a Dangerous Mental Patient (see post ‘Close Your Eyes And Make A WISH’).
After Jo, a new CEO was appointed to Broadmoor – Dr Julie Hollyman. Hollyman had previously worked as a Top Doctor at Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s, when the Top Docs at St George’s and Springfield and their social work colleagues in Wandsworth Social Services were colluding with Dafydd et al in north Wales as well as with the paedophile gang on their own doorstep (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).
When I worked at St George’s I had a run-in with Julie Hollyman. I had rung her secretary up with the results of a pregnancy test for a Springfield patient and the secretary had been incredibly rude to me. I challenged the secretary regarding her dreadful manner and then Hollyman rang me, told me that her secretary was never been rude to anyone and then launched an attack on me. So I told Hollyman that her secretary had indeed been very rude and I wasn’t going to bandy words with Hollyman who had not heard the exchange. I suspected that Hollyman was going to make a complaint about me, so I told my senior colleagues what had happened. It transpired that they knew Hollyman, I was told that she was a bloody nightmare and Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain quipped that Hollyman should be a patient not a Top Doc. Which was all deeply ironic because the whole lot of them were colluding with Hollyman and her colleagues with regard to concealing organised abuse, although they clearly loathed her.
While Julie Hollyman worked at Springfield, patients and staff were murdered and a number of female patients were sexually assaulted, raped and became pregnant. At Broadmoor, there had been a scandal revolving around a female member of staff having a lesbian relationship with a patient – who had been transferred to Broadmoor from Springfield. The patient was transferred back to Springfield and the relationship with the member of staff from Broadmoor continued.
So Julie Hollyman as well as her Springfield colleagues had a very cosy relationship with Broadmoor before Hollyman was ever appointed CEO. When Hollyman was in post at Broadmoor, public statements were made regarding Hollyman ‘turning around’ Broadmoor and greatly improving things there. It later became clear that these statements were lies. But then when Hollyman was at Springfield, Springfield was being touted as a centre of excellence. For more information on the awful Hollyman and the many senior roles which she has held in the NHS, see post ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’.
Thomas Strachan Heppell was another mandarin in the DoH with responsibility for Broadmoor when it was run by a pan-European paedophile gang. Strachan Heppell served in the UK Civil Service, 1958-95 and worked on health and social services policy, as Deputy Secretary in the DHSS, 1986-95. Heppell was subsequently a Visiting Fellow at the LSE; Chair of the Family Fund Trust for Families With Severely Disabled Children, 1997-03; Board member of the Broadcasting Complaints Commission; Chair of the European Institute for Health, 2007. Strachan Heppell also served as a Director of Tor Bryan Residence in Essex.
The concerns regarding patients in special hospitals being subjected to extreme violence by the staff – and occasionally being killed by them – really took off after allegations were made of serious abuse of patients at Rampton in a 1980 Yorkshire Television documentary. People were shocked at what was revealed but there was no awareness at that time that many of those patients were not even ‘dangerous criminals’, yet alone victims of vicious sex abuse gangs which were being facilitated by the biggest names in British forensic psychiatry, including Prof Robert Bluglass of Birmingham University, Dr Paul Bowden of the Maudsley and Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s/Springfield, all of whom were mates with Dafydd and who feature on my documents.
Dr Paul Bowden and his moustache:
It was Sir John Boynton who was asked in 1980 to Chair the Inquiry into the abuse of patients at Rampton.
John Boynton was born in Carlisle and attended Glasgow Academy and Dulwich College, before taking a degree in law at London University and qualifying as a solicitor in 1939, undertaking his articles with the town clerk of Lambeth. In 1940 he joined the 15th Scottish Reconnaissance Regiment and served in France, Germany, the Netherlands and Belgium.
Boynton served as a military magistrate in Germany after the end of the WWII, before returning to England where he worked as a solicitor for Derbyshire County Council. There was a long-standing paedophile ring in Derbyshire with links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. Boynton then served as Deputy Clerk of the Peace in Berkshire. In 1964 he moved to Cheshire, where he became Clerk of the Council and, after local government reorganisation in 1974, the first Chief Executive of the newly constituted Cheshire County Council, a post he held until 1979.
Dafydd’s gang in north Wales extended as far as Cheshire. Cheshire Social Services colluded with the gang in north Wales/Cheshire. Lucille Hughes back in the mists of time had worked as a social worker in Cheshire, as did Margaret Hanson who is currently Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Margaret is married to David Hanson, the Labour MP for Delyn, who was appointed as Blair’s PPS in 2001, in the aftermath of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’).
Both Margaret and David Hanson were Councillors in Cheshire when kids in care of Cheshire County Council were abused. The Chair of the Betsi Board is Dr Peter Higson, who was a clinical psychologist at and then manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh when Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon there.
Boyton was instrumental in establishing the Society of Local Authority Chief Executives (SOLACE), and became its founding President in 1974. He was also elected President of the Royal Town Planning Institute in 1976 and was a member of the Economic Planning Council for North West England.
Upon Boyton’s retirement from local government, he was appointed by the British FCO to oversee new national elections in Rhodesia following the Lancaster Health Agreement, involving the rival guerrilla organisations led by Robert Mugabe and Joshua Nkomo. Despite evidence of intimidation of voters and candidates, Boynton concluded that the elections – which resulted in Mugabe’s ZANU-PF party securing a majority of seats – had been ‘a reflection of the wishes of the people’.
Boynton’s Inquiry found problems relating to Rampton’s isolation, lack of leadership and focus on containment rather than therapy. He definitely did not find that a good proportion of the patients were distressed people who had been witnesses to a trafficking gang and who had been fitted up by Top Doctors when they complained about this.
However, Boyton’s Report was highly critical of an internal complaints procedure under which not one of 178 complaints regarding Rampton over a four year period had been upheld. Boyton’s recommendations led to the formation, in 1983, of the Mental Health Act Commission, to oversee conditions under which mental patients were detained.
Throughout its entire existence, the MHAC was led by a series of people who all colluded with Dafydd and the gang, as detailed in previous posts. In 1987, the MHAC were fully on board with the efforts of Dafydd et al to frame and imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. The plan unravelled when a nursing officer didn’t tell as many lies as required and when a police sergeant at Bangor Police Station refused to take phone calls from Angels who rang up claiming that I had threatened them as well and then stopped Dr D.G.E. Wood from coming into my cell. Dafydd and the MHAC didn’t realise that things had gone pear shaped and among my documents are letters from a David Ewart of the MHAC to the mental health services in north Wales confirming that I was now in Risley Remand Centre. See post ‘Security, Security’.
In 1994 I and another Hergest Unit patient made representation to the MHAC that Dafydd was behaving improperly with female patients and that complaints about him were not being investigated by the NHS. The MHAC admitted that there had been allegations of this nature against Dafydd stretching back to the 1960s. I heard no more from the MHAC and documents now in my possession show that after I raised concerns with the MHAC, the Chairman and CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust failed to respond to communications from me or indeed the MHAC, but instead consulted lawyers to ask if there was ‘anymore that could be done’ to prosecute me (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).
Sir John Boynton was appointed Deputy Lieutenant of Cheshire in 1975 and was knighted in 1979. By that time, Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester and was abusing kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and elsewhere.
Boyton married first, in 1947, to Gabrielle Stanglmaier, whom he met during his time in Germany. He married secondly, in 1979, to Edith Laane, who came from The Hague.
Boynton’s obituary in ‘Focus’, the newsletter of SOLACE, told us that Boynton ‘raised the profile’ of SOLACE as a body ‘which was respected by senior civil servants’ ‘to consult on government proposals for legislation and administrative changes’. When questioned by the press on the need to hold the SOLACE Annual Dinner at the Savoy, Boynton replied that ‘Claridges was fully booked’. At least Boynton and his mates could catch up with Ronnie Waterhouse at The Savoy, Waterhouse virtually lived at the Garrick and the Savoy.
Baroness Lucy Faithfull was someone who knew a great deal about the young lives of some of those who ended up in the clutches of the secure hospitals. Faithfull was born in South Africa, the daughter of an Angel and an army officer. When her father was killed in WWI in 1916, her mother returned to England. Lucy was educated at Bournemouth and studied then at the Sorbonne, which she financed by work in a nursery in Paris. At some point Faithfull also gained a degree in social sciences from Birmingham University. After her education, Faithfull worked at Birmingham Settlement for three years until 1935 as a social worker, running clubs and acting as a caseworker. She subsequently worked in the Education Dept of the London County Council as a care committee organiser. Child abuse was concealed by the London County Council. During WWII and until 1948, Faithfull served as a regional welfare officer for the evacuee programme. In the following decade Lucy Faithfull became employed as an Inspector in the Children’s Dept of the Home Office, which at the time colluded with the abuse of children.
Faithfull joined Oxford City Council in 1958 as one of the first children’s officers and she was appointed its Director of Social Services in 1970, retiring in 1974. There was a substantial problem with child abuse in the Oxford area, which was concealed by the Oxford City Council’s Social Services, including by Oxford social worker Barbara Kahan and Barbara’s husband, child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan. Barbara Kahan became a social work adviser on children in care to Sir Keith Joseph in Ted Heath’s Gov’t and remained on hand to advise Gov’t and organisations concerned with the welfare of children throughout the 1980s. See post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.
Lucy Faithfull knew Barbara Kahan as well as Lord Longford, Longford being someone who spent decades colluding with the serious abuse of children, prisoners and psych patients (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’).
It was Thatch who offered Lucy Faithfull a seat in the Lords – Faithfull was a Tory, although when she was offered her peerage, people claimed not to know that. Faithfull refused but soon gave in and accepted a peerage when Thatch asked her again. Faithfull was the first social worker to sit in the Lords, so she had obviously been very useful to someone. In the Lords, Faithfull was instrumental in the passing of the Children Act 1989, which seems to have done as little for vulnerable children as every other bit of legislation alleged to ‘protect’ them has. Faithfull helped to establish and from 1995 Chaired the All Party Parliamentary Group for Children, which has acted as a magnet for the paedophiles’ friends in Parliament.
Lucy Faithfull was a ‘vociferous opponent’ of Home Secretary Michael Howard’s Criminal Justice and Public Order Bill of 1994 which proposed the establishment of secure ‘training centres’ in the grounds of adult prisons for children aged between 12 and 14, arguing that locking up children is ineffective and that the huge cost of these could be better spent intervening with families at an earlier stage. Faithfull remained silent about Michael Howard’s ruination of Mary Wynch which had occurred the year previously but became known to Parliament in 1994 (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Faithfull did of course keep schtum throughout all those investigations and inquiries during the 1980s and 90s into the abuse of children in care as well.
Faithfull was Trustee of a number of voluntary organisations, notably the Caldecott Community and Bessels Leigh Schools. She was involved with the NSPCC, was the Vice-President of the National Association of Voluntary Hostels from 1978 and of Barnardo’s from 1989. Barnardo’s was yet another organisation which colluded with the abuse and trafficking of children in its care. Rhodri Morgan’s widow Julie is the former Assistant Director of Barnardo’s. Julie and Rhodri kept quiet about organised child abuse throughout their careers and were pals with Jim Callaghan, who along with his wife Audrey also concealed child abuse, Audrey having done so when she served on the London County Council (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).
Faithfull was one of the founders and President of the NCB (National Children’s Bureau), with which Barbara Kahan and the paedophile social work academic Peter Righton were also involved.
In 1993 Faithfull founded the Lucy Faithfull Foundation, which works ‘as a child protection agency helping sexually abused children and their families’. The Lucy Faithfull Foundation has received much good PR as being ‘the only organisation which works with paedophiles who want to change their behaviour’. Interestingly enough, the Lucy Faithfull Foundation does no such thing. Two of my friends were supporting a man who had served a prison sentence for the possession of child porn who was genuinely keen to change his behaviour, after receiving no ‘therapy’ in prison, although that prison told the world that it did provide therapy for sex offenders. My friends contacted the Lucy Faithfull Foundation, only to be told that they did not offer any sort of counselling or therapy for offenders and could not recommend anyone who did. However the Foundation did subsequently recommend that my friends should purchase two self-help manuals on porn addiction – which wasn’t actually the problem of the man whom they were supporting. By this time he was back in prison for breaching his parole conditions. So my friends asked me if I would take the books into him because he did want to read them and the Governor of the prison had given permission for him to read the books in the prison library. I took the books in, only to be told by the prison officers in reception that I was not allowed to give him the books, even if the Governor had given permission and anyway they knew nuzzing. So I visited the man without the books. As far as I know Stafford Prison still has the books. Stafford Prison advertises itself as a prison for sex offenders which helps them address their offending behaviour etc, but then the Lucy Faithful Foundation tells the world that it offers help to sex offenders.
Lucy Faithfull of Tall Stories died unmarried in London in 1996, so didn’t live long enough to participate in the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry.
Baroness Lucy Faithfull knew Baroness Beatrice Serota. Beatrice Serota was brought up in the East End of London, the daughter of Jewish refugees from central Europe. She was educated at John Howard School and at the LSE. Serota joined the Civil Service in 1941 and worked in the crucial Ministry of Fuel and Power throughout WWII until 1946.
Serota became a member of the Hampstead Borough Council immediately after WWII and subsequently served successively on the London County Council as the member for Brixton and the GLC as the member for Lambeth. Investigations into the paedophile ring in Lambeth which during the 1970s, 80s and 90s was linked to Dafydd’s gang revealed that organised abuse in Lambeth reached back as far as the 1940s.
Serota chaired the LCC children’s committee for seven years and was a member of the Central Training Council for Child Care for at least nine years. The LCC concealed child abuse. Serota became a Chief Whip when she was on the GLC. Serota was Vice-Chair of ILEA, 1964-67. Members of ILEA colluded with organised child abuse for years, even before it became notorious as a bastion of the ‘loony left’ in the 1970s.
It was Serota’s ‘distinguished career in local government and the work that she did for children’ which in 1967 brought her a seat in the Lords as a ‘recognised authority on the subject’. Just like Lucy Faithfull!
Harold Wilson appointed Baroness Serota as a Gov’t Whip almost immediately that she was through the door of the Lords and then proposed her for the post of Deputy to Richard Crossman, having refused to promote Fattersley, whom Wilson suspected of disloyalty. Thus Serota was Crossman’s Minister of State, first at the Department of Health in 1968 and then in the combined DHSS the following year. Serota knew what Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist were getting up to in north Wales in those days and she’ll have known that huge swathes of the rest of the mental health system, including the ‘flagship’ that was the Maudsley, were facilitating the abuse of vulnerable people (see posts ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ and ‘The Mentor’).
Serota’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ commented that her time as Deputy to Dick Crossman ‘proved to be her only period of office as a government minister and yet she spent a lifetime in politics’ and that ‘Until the end of her life she was devoted to the London suburb of Hampstead, where she lived as an adult and cut her political teeth as a young married woman’. Hampstead housed numerous Top Doctors and members of the political class who were, like Serota, keeping a lid on the organised abuse of children and vulnerable people. ‘The Guardian’ tells us that Serota ‘was widely respected and liked in the Lords as a capable and competent person. She was conscientious, she got on with things and yet, as Dick Crossman identified early on in her political career, she was not going to challenge others because of personal ambition. She perhaps lacked decisiveness, that was what he thought. But this did not prevent her from having a very busy life, involving many decisions about the lives of others.’
What a bloody nightmare – an interfering old bag of a useful idiot who wielded power over The Poor while she lived among the best in Hampsty and looked after their interests.
Hansard, March 1969, records an account of the Lords discussion regarding the Report of the Committee of Inquiry into the Ely Hospital, Cardiff. The Committee of Inquiry was set up in 1967 by the Welsh Hospital Board at the request of Sir Kenneth Robinson, the then Minister of Health and one of the bestest friends that Dafydd and the paedophiles have ever had (see previous posts), to investigate allegations of severe ill-treatment of patients. The Committee was Chaired by one Geoffrey Howe QC. The Ely Hospital Scandal resulted from a whistleblowing nursing assistant who was discredited and smeared in every way possible, although his allegations that patients were being appallingly abused were found to be true. In its defence, Ely Hospital maintained that matters on their patch weren’t as bad as at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. There was no investigation into Denbigh despite this line of defence being used by Ely.
Serota made a statement to the Lords about the Committee of Inquiry into Ely in her capacity as the Minister of State for the DHSS. Even old Howe, who before being elected to the Commons had worked as a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and had been a close friend of Ronald Waterhouse since they were both at university, had to admit that things at Ely were very, very bad, what with staff grossly abusing their positions, stealing from the hospital and ill-treating patients.
By the time that Howe Chaired that Inquiry, he had been the Tory MP for Bebington on the Wirral, 1964-66, so will have known that the empire of Dafydd et al reached as far as there. Howe was to spend many more years in the Commons and then in the Lords colluding with Dafydd et al and I do wonder if Howe may have had a role in the destruction of F, the north Wales mental health patient who had witnessed very serious crime on the part of professional people, both where he grew up in Surrey – Howe was an MP for a Surrey constituency from 1970-92 – and later when F moved to Bethesda (see previous posts).
Serota fessed up that Howe’s Report on Ely made it clear that ‘Responsibility for serious deficiencies in standards of medical and nursing services and of administration is attributed to the senior staff of the hospital, to the Hospital Management Committee and to the Welsh Hospital Board. The Committee also criticises the present procedures for dealing with complaints in the hospital service as a whole.‘
‘We didn’t know’.
The poor old Lords was deeply shocked by Howe’s Report and there was a great deal of ‘never againing’, while stressing that it was only CERTAIN WARDS of Ely Hospital which had been roundly condemned and many comments about the need to think long and hard about this Report before anyone made any rash comments or decisions. Many of the Lords reassured themselves that Ely was an isolated case. Within just a few years it became clear that virtually every long-stay hospital had problems as bad as Ely, if not worse.
Lord Brooke of Cumnor told the Lords that ‘most of us would agree with what the noble Baroness said about not generalising from this lamentable case, but, instead, extending our support and appreciation to the devoted staff who work in many other long-stay hospitals—sometimes, I am sorry to say, under almost soul-destroying conditions. As to what is wrong, the responsibility of Ministers is involved, as well as of Regional Hospital Boards and hospital management committees. Do the Government recognise that the whole of the hospital service is critically short of money and that, while hospitals for the mentally subnormal are in the greatest need of all if they are to satisfy modern requirements, their needs cannot be rightly made good by simply twisting more tightly still the financial screw on other hospitals?’
Thank God that the staff of Ely weren’t a bunch of violent psychopaths, they were simply working in soul-destroying conditions with not enough dosh. As indeed the Angels have been on every occasion on which they have been caught red-handed battering the living daylights out of the vulnerable or helping themselves to NHS funds.
Lord Brooke of Cumnore was Henry Brooke, who survived Harold Macmillan’s Night of the Long Knives to become Home Secretary, 1962-64. Brooke is considered by some to have been one of the worst Home Secretary’s of the 20th century. Before entering Parliament, Henry Brooke worked in the Conservative Research Dept under the Chairmanship of Neville Chamberlain. Brooke was the Tory MP for Lewisham West, 1938-45, then served on the London County Council, 1946-51, for much of that time as Leader of the Conservatives on the LCC. Brooke also served on Hampstead Borough Council until 1955. Brooke returned to Parliament in 1950, serving in various roles including as Minister for Welsh Affairs in Macmillan’s Gov’t.
It was Brooke who, as Minister for Welsh Affairs, caused fury throughout north Wales through his crucial support of Liverpool Council’s bid to secure Westminster’s approval of an Act of Parliament to flood Cwm Tryweryn in Meirionydd to build a reservoir to provide water for Liverpool – drowning the village of Capel Celyn in the process – and thus by-passing Welsh local authority opposition to the scheme. However, largely in response to the protests over Tryweryn, Brooke subsequently attracted investment to Wales, including such projects as the Severn Bridge, the steelworks at Llanwern and the Heads of the Valleys Road. I note that the beneficiaries of Brooke’s investment which resulted from the fury over Tryweryn though were those in south Wales. North Wales lost a Welsh-speaking village and a valley and everyone was told to stop bellyaching because the scousers needed water.
Dafydd built up much of his power-base among Plaid supporters as a result of Tryweryn. Dafydd was still a medical student at Liverpool University when the anti-Tryweryn activism was happening and Dafydd travelled to Ireland in order to learn techniques at the knee of Irish republican activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’) So after convincing Welsh activists that he was Of Them and would even resort to violent activity to defend Language and Nation, Dafydd busied himself cultivating the company of the corrupt professional classes of Liverpool who’s co-operation he would soon put to good use in building up a trafficking ring to supply celebs and politicians of all colours with young people for sex, as Henry Brooke, Baroness Serota et al knew by the time that they were spouting off in the Lords about the caring Angels of Ely Hospital.
Henry Brooke was given a peerage in 1966. He married Barbara Brooke, who was the daughter of a Welsh Minister and was given a peerage in her own right after her loyal service concealing the crimes of Dafydd and other Top Docs. Barbara Brooke was a member of Hampstead Council, a seat she held between 1948 until 1965; she also was a Joint Vice-Chairman of the Conservative Party, 1954-64. Barbara was active in a number of health organisations in her lifetime, including being a member of the North West Metropolitan Regional Hospital Board from 1954–66; Chair of The Queen’s Institute of District Nursing from 1961–71; and the North London Hospital Management Committee from 1963-66.
Baroness Brooke was really impressed with the Seebohm Report (see post ‘The Great Stink’) and I think that she might have been a member of the Seebohm Committee. Seebohm’s recommendations that new personal Social Services Depts should be established within local gov’t and take over children’s services, as well as the care of the mentally ill and handicapped, were despised by Dick Crossman but nonetheless accepted and were put into action from 1971 onward, by which time Ted Heath was PM. Barbara stated that ‘What the Seebohm Committee wants is a family service geared to meeting as many as possible of the needs of the family’. It was the Seebohm Report which led to the dysfunctional Social Services Depts which were run and colonised by paedophiles who then used the role of those Depts as a ‘family service’ to destroy the families of their victims if they complained about what was happening to their kids.
Here’s Babs, ready to dispense advice to the lower orders:
Barbara was both a Dame and a Baroness.
Henry and Babs Brooke had four children:
Peter Brooke was the Tory MP for the Cities of London and Westminster, 1977-2001. Peter Brooke was, among other things, the Chairman of the Tory Party, 1987-89 and Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1989-92. Guess who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al when Dafydd was in middle age, as well as the Kincora Boys’ Home elite paedophile ring? Brooke was rewarded with a peerage in 2001, when the outrage over the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Report had died down a bit.
Henry Brooke was a judge and Lord Justice of Appeal.
Honor Brooke, who married Dr Thomas Nigel Miller
Margaret Brooke, who married Dr James Pulfer.
‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us.’
For more info on the Seebohm Committee and the Brooke clan, see post ‘The Great Stink’.
During the Lords debate regarding Ely Hospital, Lord Amulree stated that ‘I should like to associate myself with what the noble Lord, Lord Brooke, said about the staff of these hospitals. Like him, I have had considerable experience of the conditions under which they work and of the marvellous work they manage to do under those deplorable conditions. One wants to pay the biggest tribute one can to the devotion to duty which they show…The first comment I would make (possibly it is unwise, but I should like to make it) is that it is the attitude of the senior staff that really laysdown the attitude in the whole hospital, from the senior doctor down to the junior member of the ward staff. I am pleased to see that the Minister is to consider some way of changing the form of complaint, and possibly to introduce some form of inspection—I do not mean that in a pejorative way at all, but in a general, friendly and hopeful kind of way…’
Lord Amulree need never have worried about an inspection system which would be in any way ‘pejorative’, that will absolutely never happen. No matter how serious the crimes of Top Doctors and Angels and how many people they kill, all they ever get is indeed a few words ‘in a general, friendly and hopeful kind of way…’
That’s why there are bodies buried out at Denbigh which no-one will recover…
Lord Amulree was of course a Top Doctor, Basil Mackenzie, the 2nd Baron Amulree. Furthermore Lord Dr Baz was a ‘leading advocate of geriatric medicine’ and it was the EMI patients in Ely Hospital who were being abused, so it really should have been Lord Dr Baz who was most condemning rather than wanting a few friendly hopeful words to be had with the patient bashers.
Amulree was born in South Kensington and was educated at Lancing College and Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. Upon graduating Amulree joined the Ministry of Health, initially working on the delivery of cancer services, but left in 1949 to become physician in charge of the geriatric department at UCH. He was Governor and President of a number of organisations including the British Geriatrics Society, the Society for the Study of Medical Ethics and the Association of Occupational Therapists.
Amulree succeeded his father in the barony in 1942. He was a Liberal Peer and Whip between 1955 and 1977 and spoke in the Lords on a variety of issues in relation to the care of the elderly. Lord Amulree died in December 1983, aged 83, unmarried. The barony became extinct on his death. According to the writer and friend of Pablo Picasso, James Lord, around 1948 Amulree was having an affair with the art historian Douglas Cooper; when they parted, Cooper settled with art historian John Richardson.
Douglas Cooper was not eligible for regular military service due to an eye injury, so he chose to join a medical unit in Paris when WWII started, commanded by the art patron Etienne de Beaumont. Cooper received a French Medaille Militaire as a result. Back in Liverpool Cooper was arrested as a spy because of his French uniform, missing papers and improper behaviour. Subsequently, he joined the RAF Intelligence unit and was sent to Cairo as an interrogator, a job at which he was enormously successful in squeezing out secrets from even hard-boiled prisoners, not least due to his “‘evil queen’ ferocity, penetrating intelligence, and refusal to take no for an answer, as well as his ability to storm, rant, and browbeat in Hochdeutsch, dialect or argot, [which] were just the qualifications that his new job required.” Cooper enjoyed the ‘social life’ there greatly.
After a short interlude in Malta – which was the location for a number of those who have been named as people in high places involved with child abuse or facilitating that abuse including Lord Mountbatten and Sir Alec Bingley (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’) – Cooper was assigned to a unit investigating Nazi looted art. Cooper’s detailed research on the Swiss art trade during the war revealed that many dealers and collectors had been involved in trading looted art. Cooper spent the whole month of February 1945 interrogating dealers and collectors having dealt with the Nazis, especially Theodor Fischer of the Fischer Gallery who in 1939 managed the sale of confiscated ‘degenerate artworks’.
Cooper was particularly proud to have found and arrested Charles Montag, one of Hitler’s art advisers, who had assembled a private art collection of mostly stolen items for the Fuhrer and was involved in the liquidation of the Paris gallery Bernheim-Jeune; surprisingly, Montag was quickly released. Cooper arrested him again immediately, only to see him set free once again, due to Montag’s good connections to Winston Churchill, who refused to believe that his longtime friend and teacher ‘good old Montag’ could have done anything objectionable. After WWII, Cooper returned to England and then moved to southern France, where in 1950 he bought the Château de Castille near Avignon, a suitable place to show his impressive art collection. Chateau de Castille was nearly as good as Bluglass’s art gallery, Compton Verney.
Entrance colonnade at the Chateau de Castille, Argilliers:
Picasso was a regular guest at Cooper’s home and became a substantial part of life there. Cooper became a substantial promoter of Picasso. In 1950 Cooper became acquainted with art historian John Richardson shared his life with him until in 1960 Richardson left Cooper and moved to New York City.
Douglas Cooper was Slade Professor of Fine Art at Oxford, 1957-58 and guest Professor at Bryn Mawr and Courthauld Institute in 1961. He is an important figure among art experts of the 20th century although he was controversial, standing accused not only of plagiarism and inaccuracies in his works, but also of ‘flexible ethics’ and ‘cultivating quarrels as much as friends’. In the 1950s, Cooper attacked the Tate Gallery Director John Rothenstein, mostly for not supporting Modern Art, trying to get him dismissed. He even managed to anger Picasso so much that he excluded him from his circle and surroundings after he pressed Picasso around 1970 to legalize his children.
In 1961, Cooper was found on a road outside Nimes, heavily injured by stab wounds in the stomach. On his way to the post office in Nîmes to send an article about Picasso’s birthday to a London newspaper, he had stopped at a notorious quarter and picked up a young Algerian resistance fighter against the French occupation forces who had been interned in an open camp nearby. They drove to a lonely area, where according to Cooper, the boy drew a knife and required Cooper’s money or his life. Cooper was stabbed several times, pushed his intestines back in and dragged himself towards the city. Cooper’s training as a medic proved very useful; against all odds, his cries for help in that lonely area were finally heard, so he could be saved, although he had lost much blood and his intestines were heavily damaged. When the culprit was arrested he claimed to have been resisting a sexual assault.
In 1974, about 20 small paintings were stolen from Cooper’s house; Cooper dismissed his old housekeeper and in consequence lost all respect from the neighbours. Afterwards, he relocated to Monte Carlo, mainly for safety reasons, where he led a rather secluded life. Both incidents were reported by major English and French newspapers.
Cooper died on 1 April 1984 – Fools’ Day. He left his art collection to his adopted son William McCarty Cooper, having adopted him according to French law, in order that nobody else would inherit anything, in particular not his family. His written legacy is kept at the Getty Research Institute, Los Angeles, CA.
Cooper’s partner Sir John Patrick Richardson ran Christie’s US office for nine years after he left Cooper and France andwas in 1995 appointed Slade Professor of Fine Art at Oxford University. When he was young Richardson became a friend of Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Among Richardson’s books were The Sorcerer’s Apprentice Picasso, Provence and Douglas Cooper (1999) and Sacred Monsters, Sacred Masters: Beaton, Capote, Dalí, Picasso, Freud, Warhol, and More (2001).
The art historian Sir Anthony Blunt lectured at the Courthauld Institute from 1933 and was Director, 1947-74. For 27 years from 1945 Blunt was Surveyor of the King’s Pictures and later, after the death of King George VI, the Queen’s Pictures, in charge of the Royal Collection, one of the largest and richest collections of art in the world. Blunt’s contribution was vital in the expansion of the Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace, which opened in 1962. Blunt was also the National Trust’s picture adviser. Notable students who were influenced by Blunt include Nicholas Serota, Baroness Serota’s son.
Blunt was a third cousin of the Queen Mum, Gawd Bless ‘Er. On occasions, Blunt and his two brothers, Christopher and Wilfrid, took afternoon tea at the Bowes-Lyons’ London home at 17 Bruton Street, Mayfair, the birthplace of Lilibet.
At Cambridge, Blunt was a member of the Cambridge Apostles. In 1940, when serving with British Army Intelligence Corps, Blunt was recruited by MI5 and was later outed as a double agent working for the KGB. It is acknowledged that some people knew that Blunt was a double agent years before he was publicly named. In 1948, demobilised army officer Philip Hay attended an interview at Buckingham Palace for the post of Private Secretary to the Dowager Duchess of Kent. After passing Blunt in a corridor, Sir Alan Lascelles, the King’s Private Secretary, told Hay: ‘That’s our Russian spy’. The KGB suspected Blunt of being a triple agent.
With the defection of Burgess and Maclean to Moscow in May 1951, Blunt came under suspicion. He and Burgess had been friends since Cambridge. Blunt was interrogated by MI5 in 1952, but gave away little, if anything. Blunt was greatly distressed by Burgess’s flight and, on 28 May 1951, confided in his friend Goronwy Rees, who had briefly supplied the Soviets with political information in 1938–39. Goronwy Rees was appointed Principal of Aberystwyth University in 1953, when it was choc full of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).
In 1963, MI5 learned of Blunt’s espionage from an American, Michael Straight, whom he had recruited. Blunt confessed to MI5 on 23 April 1964, and Lilibet was informed shortly thereafter. Blunt also gave up John Cairncross, Peter Ashby, Brian Symon and Leonard Henry (Leo) Long as spies. Long had also been a member of the Communist Party and an undergraduate at Trinity College, Cambridge. During WWII he served in MI14 military intelligence in the War Office, with responsibility for assessing German offensive plans. Long passed analyses, but not original material, relating to the Eastern Front, to Blunt.
In return for Blunt’s full confession, the British Gov’t agreed to keep his spying career an official secret for fifteen years and granted him full immunity from prosecution. According to the memoir of MI5 officer Peter Wright, Wright had regular interviews with Blunt from 1964 onward for six years. Prior to that, he had a briefing with Michael Adeane, the Queen’s Private Secretary, who told Wright: ‘From time to time you may find Blunt referring to an assignment he undertook on behalf of the Palace – a visit to Germany at the end of the war. Please do not pursue this matter. Strictly speaking, it is not relevant to considerations of national security.’
Blunt’s life was little affected. In 1966, two years after his secret confession, Noel Annan, then provost of King’s College, Cambridge, held a dinner party for Labour Home Secretary Woy, Ann Fleming, widow of author Ian Fleming and Victor Rothschild and his wife Tess. The Rothschilds brought their friend and lodger – Blunt. All had had wartime connections with British Intelligence; Woy at Bletchley Park.
Nerdy readers of this blog will recognise the names of Adeane, Noel Annan, Woy and Ian Fleming as having featured in previous posts and being among those who knew about the activities of Sir Peter Morrison and Dafydd and the paedophiles.
On 15 Nov 1979 in the Commons, Thatch revealed Blunt’s wartime role and then in more detail on 21 November. Sir Bernard Ingham, Thatcher’s Press Secretary, suggested, ‘I believe she did it because she didn’t see why the system should cover things up. This was early in her prime ministership. I think she wanted to tell the civil service that the politicians decide policy, not the system. She wanted them to know who was boss’.
Thatch was of course at that time covering up Peter Morrison, Dafydd and the rest of them as well as their very serious crimes and continued covering it all up until the day that the old cow pegged out in the Ritz.
Thatch also covered up whatever was going on at the Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast – the British state is still refusing to hold a full and open investigation into Kincora. What is known is that Kincora was used as the basis of a paedophile ring which supplied boys to the elite. Anthony Blunt and Mountbatten have been consistently named as two people who visited Kincora.
In a statement to the media on 20 November 1979, Blunt claimed the decision to grant him immunity from prosecution was taken by the then PM, Sir Alec Douglas-Home.
Although Blunt was outwardly calm, the sudden exposure in 1979 shocked him. His former pupil, art critic Brian Sewell, said at the time, ‘He was so businesslike about it; he considered the implications for his knighthood and academic honours and what should be resigned and what retained. What he didn’t want was a great debate at his clubs, the Athenaeum and the Travellers. He was incredibly calm about it all.’
The Athenaeum is the club favoured by Top Doctors and academics. Jimmy Savile was a member, after being introduced to the club by Cardinal Basil Hume (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). It was over an informal meeting at the Atheneaum involving Savile, Alan Franey and some of Civil Service mandarins named earlier in this post that Savile was offered a senior role in the management of Broadmoor (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).
Lilibet stripped Blunt of his knighthood. Then a few years later she gave one to Peter Morrison.
Lilibet, do you think that you may perhaps have made a few misjudgements regarding all this business involving gay spies, paedophiles and honours?
MI5 – I do keep telling you, just recruit a load of service users. They will do a far better job than a bunch of greedy old paedophiles with Royal connections. Oh, I forgot – you’ve allowed the Top Docs to kill most of them.
During the Lords debate on Ely Hospital, Lord Segal admitted that ‘These conditions have been known to exist for quite a long time in the past, and have given rise to an enormous amount of uneasiness. Also, may I say how much the statement made by the Minister, that the Government intend to take drastic action in this matter, will be generally welcomed? May I stress also the urgency for some action to be taken to remedy the appalling conditions which she has described? In this connection I would emphasise the need for a special training for nurses who are on the staff of these institutions. Special recognition should be given to the difficult conditionsunder which they work, and, particularly, some adjustment should be made in the matter of their pay in order to recruit the proper type of nurse for these institutions. Furthermore, may I say how important it is that some proper channel should exist for the laying of complaints, when such complaints are known to exist, to see that theyare not brushed aside in the future as they have been, most unfortunately, in the past?’
So not only did Lord Segal know what was going on in such institutions but he also knew that complaints were being ignored and that the ‘training’ of the Angels was crap.
Dafydd et al in north Wales stressed constantly the ‘expertise’ of the Top Doctors and the ‘trained nurses’. There were some nurses at Denbigh who definitely would have been capable of doing a good job in the right situation and one or two of them were actually very nice, it was the Top Docs who were very obviously the biggest problem. However there were a few Angels – the ones in senior positions – who lied, including on oath and abused their positions as well as the patients. A small number of Angels were uneducated, thick and crude and very obviously inhabited a base, brutal world. The conversations between them would have horrified members of the Lords – crude sexual comments about the rest of the world and the people whom they were paid to care for and a social life which involved drinking vast amounts and not much else. The biggest laugh was that they too were convinced that they’d been ‘trained’ and would brag about their proud ‘training’ at every possibility. It didn’t register with them that a small number of their patients had postgrad qualifications because most of them weren’t interested enough in the patients to even think about that – but if it did sink in they would feel incredibly threatened by a well-educated patient. The liberal elite those Angels were not.
Lord Samuel Segal was another Top Doc and a remarkably honest one, but it would seem only during this Lords debate. Samuel Segal was born in Oxford in 1902 to a scholarly Jewish household and moved to Newcastle-upon-Tyne in 1909 with his family. He was educated at the Royal Grammar School, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Jesus College, Oxford and Westminster Hospital. He was a casualty Surgeon at Westminster Hospital then a Senior Clinical Assistant at Great Ormond Street Hospital and he served on several London County Council Hospital Committees.
Following the start of WWII, Segal joined RAFVR Medical Branch in October 1939. He served in Aden in 1940, Western Desert in 1941, Syrian Campaign in 1941. Segal was attached to the Greek Air Force, 1941; Squadron Leader, 1942; Senior Medical Officer RAF Naval Co-operation Group in Mediterranean, 1942. He was on the Headquarters Staff Middle East, 1943–44 and the Air Ministry Medical Staff, 1944-45.
Segal was a regional medical officer for the Ministry of Health, 1951-62.
At the 1945 General Election, Segal was elected as the Labour MP for Preston. He advised Nye Bevan on the attitudes of Top Doctors to the creation of the NHS in 1948. The Top Doctors were of course nearly all totally opposed to the creation of the NHS and Bevan famously was only able to overcome their resistance by stuffing their mouths with gold (see post ‘The History, Boys…’). What is less well-publicised is the shocking medical misconduct that would also be ignored as part of the deal…
Samuel Segal spoke against Gov’t policy in Palestine and in favour of the creation of Israel. The Preston constituency was abolished for the 1950 General Election and Segal stood for the new Preston North seat, but lost by 938 votes to the Conservative candidate, Julian Amery.
On 18 December 1964, Segal was created a life peer. In the Lords, he was Deputy Speaker and Deputy Chairman of Committees from 1973-82.
Lord Segal was Chairman of the British Association for the Retarded, the National Society for Mentally Handicapped Children (now Mencap). The mentally handicapped residents of Bryn-y-Neuadd, the long-stay hospital in Llanfairfechan were described to me as ‘vegetables’ by one of the senior managers of Bryn-y-Neuadd who was on the interview panel to appoint an advocate for the vegetables. The vegetables at Bryn-y-Neuadd were helped to explore their ‘sexual needs’ by Ann Craft, who also ‘supported them’ in their sexual relationships. Anne later bagged a senior job at Nottingham University and became a recognised authority on Empowering The Vegetables.
Ann Craft was married to Top Doctor Michael Craft. The Crafts conducted research with Dafydd and discovered during that research that there was a very high rate of incest among the forebears of the vegetables. See post ‘The Old Devils’. Many of the vegetables in Bryn-y-Neuadd had trouble communicating – the place had such a dreadful reputation that most people who had a vegetable preferred to grow them at home rather than hand them over to the Angels of Bryn-y-Neuadd, so it tended to be the most severely disabled vegetables who ended up there – so how the Crafts and Dafydd discovered the sexual habits of the vegetables’ ancestors I’d be interested to know. I haven’t been able to find any published outputs regarding the gardening that was undertaken by Dafydd and the Crafts, I suspect that there was none.
However, a helpful reader has sent me extracts from a 1965 book by Dr Michael Craft, entitled ‘Ten Studies Into Psychopathic Personality’. Most of the studies of the psychopaths simply describe people who when young children were kept in the hen house or in the attic or who had severely distressed parents who couldn’t look after them and shut them in rooms and didn’t talk to them etc. These abused and neglected kids had been labelled psychopaths by the age of 10 and had then been handed over to the likes of Dafydd et al. Craft’s masterpiece was subtitled ‘A Report to the Home Office and the Mental Health Research Fund’. So Craft’s idiocy was probably commissioned by the Home Office when Lord of the Rings Henry Brooke was Home Secretary. The Home Secretary who accepted Dr Craft’s pearls and presumably used them to formulate policy was one Woy Jenkins, who did a great many favours for Dafydd and the paedophiles, as did Woy’s fellow travellers Dr Death, Shirl and Bill Rodgers (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’).
One chapter in Craft’s book is entitled ‘The Case of Gwyn’. Should that not have been ‘The Case Of Gwynne’? Even Michael Craft could not have got to the bottom (so to speak) of The Case Of Dafydd, that would be a source of even more debate and contestation than Freud’s Case Of Dora.
Tony Francis had a secretary called Dora Carter who made false allegations about Brown to the police and tried to have him arrested, but that’s another story…
I warned you Top Docs, I have lots more documents that have not yet received a mention on this blog.
For further details regarding Michael and Ann Craft and their pioneering efforts to sexually liberate those incarcerated by a gang of sex offenders in north Wales, see post ‘The Old Devils’.
Lord Segal was also the Chairman of the Anglo-Irish Association and the Anglo-Israel Archeological Association. He was a governor of the now closed Jewish boarding school Carmel College and life governor of Manchester College.
Lord Segal died in 1985. His legacy lives on… As do his offspring…
Baroness Summerskill was rather braver than the other Lords. In the Ely Hospital debate she commented that ‘I am afraid I cannot agree with my noble friend when she suggests that we might receive this Report without comment. I believe that every time an inquiry of this kind is made it is much better for the helpless individuals in these institutions to have people in both Houses of Parliament who are prepared to ask questions again and again…some of us who have been in Parliament for many years have lived through this kind ofmoment, time after time. It is always suggested that we should read the Report and see what is in it. By the time we have read the Report other things are happening and people forget to ask questions at what I consider to be the relevant moment – now. What I want to ask my noble friend is this: is she aware that what shesaid just now applies to similar institutions throughout the country, in so far as the staff [whistleblowers] are intimidated? My noble friend said that two members of the staff were dismissed, or left, because they questioned the system:their questioning was unpopular, and therefore they were dismissed.’
Baroness Summerskill continued:
‘What I should like to know, in view of this Inquiry and of the Statement which has just been made, is what general inquiry is now going to be set afoot by her Department in order to see how far the conditions in this institution apply in others. Unless somebody from outside goes in, questions the management committees and generally makes a fuss, the conditions which she describes now and which have obviously been existing in this institution for years can go on in other institutions of which we have no knowledge. Therefore, my question to her is this- and I have faith in her Department, now that she is in this job, because she is a woman and has compassion. My noble friend at the back groans. I am afraid it is true that women have a little more compassion in these matters than, perhaps, some of the men. May I ask my noble friend whether she will see to it that her Department makes a general inquiry with regard to the administration of homes and institutions which are organised for the old and the sick? Because it is in these places that the patients are completely helpless.’
I cannot agree with Baroness Summerskill that women by their nature have more compassion in such matters than men. Institutions like Ely and Denbigh always employed a few women in senior positions simply in order to reassure everyone that abuse could not be taking place within because there was a woman in charge. Those women were every bit as callous and corrupt as their male colleagues and they knew damn well that their possession of ovaries was being ruthlessly used to give the stamp of approval to very troubled institutions doing terrible things. After all, Lucille Hughes was Director of Gwynedd Social Services…
Women who were not as callous or corrupt but who were simply overwhelmed by the absolute bastards who surrounded them would be wheeled out to meet visiting VIPs or the press to give a good impression. Sister Ella Fisk fulfilled this role at the Hergest Unit and an Angel called Ingrid did it in Bryn Golau Ward at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Ella was actually very nice and was ignored and trampled over by the most appalling people who were abusing patients, yet if a visiting Councillor or politician turned up to visit, it would be Ella who would be called upon to meet them, because everyone knew that some of the other staff would leave such a terrible impression. Furthermore Ella was the Angel who would be ORDERED by Dafydd, Tony Francis et al to report patients to the police and if necessary lie about the ‘danger’ that they presented when the Top Docs wanted to fit those patients up. Ella just did not have enough clout in that organisation to challenge the people traffickers with whom she worked. I also suspect that she was very frightened of them. She and her husband Clive both worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd, they’d have been finished if they had resisted. Clive was a senior technician at Ysbyty Gwynedd, he will have known that some of the equipment wasn’t working, yet patients would be hooked up to monitors etc and no-one would admit the real situation.
It was Ingrid who, after Dafydd ordered the Angels to take me to a railway station, put me on a train to London and told me that if I ever returned to north Wales again I would be arrested, was one of those who drove me to the station and put me on the train (see post ‘Rivers Of Blood’). There were other more junior Angels who came with us as well, but I cannot remember who they were. When I finally managed to get an investigation into my complaint about Dafydd et al – although it was simply one enormous cover-up conducted by Dafydd’s mates (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) – Ingrid was, I was told, one member of staff who refused to attend the hearing, although according to Bluglass, the ‘investigating panel’ were desperate to question her. But then they were all a bunch of liars running a trafficking gang so who knows what the truth was.
Baroness Edith Summerskill was a Top Doctor, writer, feminist and Labour politician. Edith Summerskill was educated at King’s College London and trained as a Top Doc at Charing Cross. Edith was a genuine pioneer, she was one of the first women to be admitted to medical school. She was one of the founders of the Socialist Health Association, she pressed for equal rights for women in the Home Guard and in 1938 she initiated the Married Women’s Association to promote equality in marriage and became its first President.
Summerskill entered politics at the age of 32 when she was asked to fight the Green Lanes ward in Harringay in the Middlesex County Council elections. She then served as a Councillor on Middlesex County Council, 1934-41. Edith became the Labour MP for Fulham West thanks to the working women’s vote. She caused some disquiet by taking the seat in her maiden name. When the Fulham West constituency was abolished for the 1955 General Election, she was returned to the Commons as MP for Warrington, a seat that she held until 1961.
Summerskill served in Attlee’s Labour Gov’t following the election victory in 1945, including in the Ministry of Social and National Insurance, heading the Dept although she was not a Cabinet Minister.
As well as her service in government, Summerskill also served on the Commons Political Honours Scrutiny Committee, 1967 -76.
Summerskill was a member of the Labour Party’s NEC, 1944-58 and served as Chair of the Labour Party 1954-55. She left the Commons in 1961 and was given a peerage.
Summerskill was a member of the Fabian Society in the 1940s and as an active feminist, she was instrumental in promoting women’s causes throughout that period, starting with the Clean Milk Act in 1949. Later, as the President of the Married Women’s Association, she campaigned in and outside of Parliament to assure the equal rights of housewives and of divorced women, which resulted in the Married Women’s Property Act in 1964 and the Matrimonial Homes Act in 1967.
I have a great deal more respect for the likes of Edith Summerskill than I do for people like Harriet because Edith Summerskill really did do many things that at the time were usually the preserve of men. However, Edith will have had feet of clay. Not only was there an absence of any sense on her part that she had achieved because she was from a privileged strata of society – she was the daughter of a Top Doctor and as a child accompanied him on his rounds and of course she married a Top Doctor – but she knew that some seriously grim things were happening to less privileged people, including at the hands of her and her colleagues, which she did not challenge. For most posh women of Edith’s generation, emancipation was about emancipating other posh women.
Edith was a real hero to many and I suspect that it was partly because when she was younger she looked absolutely wonderful. When compared to the gross old paedophiles who cluttered up Parliament at the time, Edith must have seemed a pretty good advert.
Like Vera Brittain, Edith was a true shatterer of glass ceilings who had a mediocre daughter who cashed in on her mum and gave the old paedophiles of Parliament a great deal of assistance. The mediocre daughters even both had the same name. Edith’s notions that women were not simply equal to men but actually superior in every way were famously published as the 1957 volume ‘Letters To My Daughter’. I do wonder whether Edith had to revise her ideas on natural female superiority when she later took a long hard look at the daughter to whom those letters were written.
Edith’s daughter Shirley Summerskill was also a Labour politician who made much of being a female Top Doctor at a time when that was rather more unusual than it is today, although not the flying pig phenomenon that it was when her mum qualified. Shirley inherited the gene for becoming a big name in the Labour Party and the gene for being a Woman Top Doctor from her mum. Shirley Summerskill was educated at St Paul’s School, Somerville College, Oxford, as were many other female breakers of glass ceilings, including Thatch and of course the other delusional Shirley. Here she is, telling the rest of us what is best for us:
Shirley Summerskill trained as a Top Doctor at the medical school for the poshest, Tommy’s, through who’s hands Dr Death also passed just a few years later. The Tommy’s which was facilitating abuse and employing Dafydd’s mates as well as the lethal William Sargant who’s experiments killed some patients, including during the years when Dr Death was working as his research registrar (see post ‘Dr Death’) and performing illegal abortions like there was no tomorrow if the patients had the dosh for the backhanders (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Tommy’s Top Doctors were pretty liberal with the prescription pad as well if one had the cash.
Summerskill was a member of the Executives of the Socialist Medical Association and the Medical Practitioners’ Union. By this time, both of these were organisations that attracted highly paid, privileged Top Docs who very often for reasons of their aspirations to become big names in the Labour Party pretended to Care About The Poor and thus were Committed To The NHS eg. Dr Brian Gibbons, Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry, Dr John Dunwoody and Dr Julian Tudor Spart as well as many others who protected Dafydd who have featured on this blog.
One of the early members of the Socialist Medical Association (which later changed its name to the Socialist Health Association) along with Shirley Summerskill’s mum Edith was Sir Richard Doll. Doll famously demonstrated the link between smoking and lung cancer and is the biggest name in 20th century epidemiology.
However the glue which adheres the Top Doctors together really is most impressive. My post ‘They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’ described a laughable piece of ‘cancer research’ conducted by the paedophiles’ friends of Ysbyty Gwynedd and Bangor University, which was published in 1990, when Dafydd and the gang were sending out distress signals like there was no tomorrow and were in need of good PR. The ground-breaking research received full media coverage on a world-wide scale, but just weeks later a retraction had to be issued when it was admitted that there were ‘flaws’ in the research. The flaws were enormous – the control sample had numbered three, one of the controls was not someone who was suffering from the type of cancer which was being studied anyway and a number of conclusions had been drawn which could not have been, even if there had been an appropriate control group. Sir Richard Doll had ‘advised’ on this research. Why Sir Richard Doll wasted his time and energy with this gang of fools who were wheeled out to save the bacon of Dafydd et al I don’t know. Not that publishing laughable ‘research’ which was discredited within weeks did the careers of the ‘researchers’ any harm. Two of the authors, Chris and Rhiannon Whitaker, – the statisticians who OK’d a control sample of three, one of whom was suffering with a different condition – continued their careers as stats lecturers at Bangor University and Rhiannon ended up leading the North Wales Clinical Trials Unit…
Shirley Summerskill was elected as the Labour MP for Halifax in Jimmy Savile country in the 1964 General Election. After being a Labour Shadow Minister for Health, 1970-74, she served as a junior Minister in the Home Office throughout the 1974–79 Labour Gov’t, under two Home Secretaries, Woy and Merlyn Rees. During those years, the Labour Gov’t afforded full protection to Dafydd’s gang and to the molester George Thomas and ensured that Thomas’s friend and protector the bent lawyer and MP Leo Abse saw his baby the Children Act 1974 hit the statute books, thus ensuring that hundreds of children were removed from their families and sent to live with Dafydd’s gang as well as other linked gangs (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).
In 1980 Summerskill was interviewed by BBC’s ‘Panorama’ about Britain’s preparations for a nuclear attack. This was a woman who throughout her entire medical and political career was unable to say boo to a Dafydd and certainly not on ‘Panorama’, because Dafydd’s mate from Llangollen, Elwyn Parry Jones, was Deputy Editor of ‘Panorama’, 1977-85.
When Labour returned to opposition in 1979, Shirley Summerskill became an opposition spokesperson on Home Affairs. She lost her seat in 1983 to the Tory Roy Galley.
Sumerskill married lawyer and future Labour MP John Ryman in 1957; they divorced in 1971. I am very impressed with Shirley in that she married a fine example of a Cad. John Ryman QC was easily as good as the son of Lord Bellamy on ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ who made one of the servants pregnant.
Ryman was a barrister and an enthusiastic fox-hunter who was elected as Labour MP for Blyth, near Newcastle-upon-Tyne, in Oct 1974. In 1976 Ryman’s agent was fined £400 under the Representation of the People Act 1949 and the Perjury Act 1911 for falsifying his election expenses return and overspending, although the election result stood. In 1986, Ryman announced that he was leaving the Labour Party and sat as an Independent until he retired at the 1987 General Election.
On 23 April 1992 Ryman was convicted of defrauding two women of their life savings. He had pretended to be the Director of a Swiss Bank and told the women that they would get 22·5% interest, but in fact paid the money to his ex-wife for maintenance payments. Ryman was given a two and a half year jail sentence.
Ryman and Summerskill had married in 1957 but had divorced by the time he entered Parliament. He was married five times in all. He claimed to have invested some money belonging to his fifth wife Nicola, a wealthy widow, in a high-yield Swiss bank account but in fact squandered the money on a horse, Jaguar car and holidays on the Orient Express. He had previously narrowly escaped being prosecuted by the family of a mistress whose money he had also claimed to have invested in a Swiss account.
When I read about The Cad I presumed that Edith would have had to have revised her theories about women being more intelligent than men, what with her daughter having been taken in. But I suppose that The Cad would have confirmed Edith’s low opinion of those in possession of testicles – they’re hopeless.
Rhett Butler – ‘Frankly My Dear I Don’t Give A Damn’ (1939):
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – ‘Really My Dear, You’re Getting Rather Tiresome’ (circa 1993)
Not long after Dafydd did his best Rhett Butler bit, a Hergest patient told Dafydd that he was a ‘failure as a sex fiend’.
‘We didn’t know.’
The saddest element to the adventures of The Cad who married Shirley Summerskill was the means by which he was elected for Blythe in 1974. Blythe had previously been represented by Labour member Eddie Milne, since 1960. Eddie had succeeded the crooked old git Alfred – Lord – Robens, who became Chairman of NCB and was up to his eyes in it re the Aberfan Disaster in 1966. It was Robens who took the hit for Aberfan in order to get a great many other Good Labour Men off the hook, who were as much to blame (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Eddie Milne, a trade union official, was selected by the local constituency Labour Party to replace Robens, with the help of USDAW.
During his Parliamentary career, Milne became increasingly concerned about problems of endemic corruption within local government in the north east of England. The scale of these were eventually revealed in the Poulson Affair involving corruption and the leading Labour movement figure T. Dan Smith. Known as ‘a difficult man to get on with’ – perhaps because he wasn’t a crook like the rest of them? – Milne’s problems were not restricted to his opponents in the local Labour Party; he twice unsuccessfully reported a local journalist, Jim Harland, to the Press Council over articles he had written.
By 1974 the breach between Milne and the local party was ‘irreparable’ and he was deselected on the eve of the Feb 1974 General Election. Milne had already made preparations for this eventuality and ran a campaign as an Independent Labour candidate. He overturned the Labour majority and defeated Ivor Richard, who had the official endorsement, by 6,140 votes. However, it was a short-lived victory, as Milne was narrowly defeated in the Oct 1974 General Election by The Cad by 78 votes. Milne’s supporters who won seats on the local authority had all been defeated by 1979; when Milne stood again in the 1979 General Election he did badly.
Milne wrote a book entitled No Shining Armour (1976) detailing his travails with the local party, and giving his view on the corruption scandals of the 1970s. It attracted 36 libel writs, and the costs and damages associated with it came close to bankrupting his publishers.
So the constituency of Blythe – now called Blythe Valley – gave an honest MP the boot and ended up with The Cad, who had previously been married to a woman who spent her career concealing a gang of paedophiles. Of course, one of the gangs of paedophiles which Shirley Summerskill concealed was the gang in the north east, which was closely associated with Dafydd et al in north Wales. The year before the year in which The Cad was elected for Blythe, Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth relocated from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where children had been abused, to Bryn Estyn, where they really stoked up the gang run by Dafydd et al… The children’s homes of north Wales received hundreds of children in the care of local authorities in the north east of England. See previous posts.
The paedophile gang in the north east was linked to the local authority corruption involving Poulson et al (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’), but even Eddie Milne didn’t dare mention that.
The MP who succeeded The Cad for Blythe Valley was Labour’s Ronnie Cambell, who still holds the seat. I’ll be blogging about you soon Ronnie!
Shirley Summerskill’s nephew, Ben Summerskill, was Chief Executive of the UK gay equality charity Stonewall, 2003-2014. Stonewall gave the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board an award for being an LGBT-friendly employer some two years ago. Which left me quite surprised because I know one young gay man who did a placement when he was a student nurse at the Hergest Unit who dared raise concerns about the abuse of patients, only to find himself the subject of crude, homophobic bullying.
Lord Shackleton made a brief contribution to the Ely Hospital Lords debate, just to express the view that in discussing the Ely Report the House was becoming ‘seriously out of order’, because some members had been rather harsh with their words in response to the Report. Lord Edward Shackleton was the son of the Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton.
Edward Shackleton arranged the 1932 Oxford University Exploration Club expedition to Sarawak in Borneo. During this trip he was the first to attain the peak of Mount Mulu. In 1934 Shackleton organised the Oxford University Ellesmere Land Expedition. Shackleton accompanied the party as the assistant surveyor. The expedition was eventually responsible for naming Mount Oxford (after the University of Oxford) and the British Empire Range. On leaving university, Shackleton worked for the BBC in N Ireland – an experience that turned him away from the Conservative Party towards Labour.
In 1946, Shackleton was elected as Labour MP for Preston. A boundary change subsequently divided Preston into two seats and Shackleton was elected MP for Preston South on a much reduced majority. Shackleton served as PPS to the Lord President of the Council and Foreign Secretary in Attlee’s Gov’t, Mandy’s grandfather, Herbert Morrison. Shackleton was re-elected in 1951. One duty of the Lord President of the Council is to act as the visitor for the University of Wales.
In 1955, Shackleton was defeated and so Hugh Gaitskell recommended Shackleton to the PM and he was created a life peer. In Wilson’s Gov’t Shackleton served as Minister of Defence, 1964–67. He was sworn of the Privy Council in 1966 and made Deputy Leader of the House of Lords a year later. As Minister without Portfolio 1967–1968 and Paymaster General in 1968 Shackleton had a seat on the cabinet. During the Aden Crisis he was sent on a Special Mission as British Resident to help with the withdrawal.
Shackleton was Leader of the Lords, 1968–70, and subsequently sat as Opposition Leader in the Lords. He was used again on the Wilsonian reforms proposed for the Lords, liaising between committees and sub-committees, designed to reduce the Lords delaying powers from two years to just six months, but the PM dropped the bill in April 1969 to ‘concentrate on priorities.’ Sitting on the Committee for Civil Service Reform, Shackleton successfully widened access to entry for scientists.
From 1971, Shackleton was President of the Royal Geographical Society. From 1976 until 1992 he was Chairman of the joint-Political Honours and Scrutiny Committee. Lord Shackleton also wrote a Report, commissioned by James Callaghan, which described the economic future of the Falkland Islands, the value of the being British to the islanders and how their lot could be improved. It included the invaluable role eventually played by HMS Endurance.
Between 1988-89, Shackleton Chaired the Lords Science and Technology Committee, which culminated in 1989 when he was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society. He also served as Chairman of the East European Trade Council.
Lord Shackleton was Pro-Chancellor of the University of Southampton, an institution who’s medical school hosted a number of those who were providing a big umbrella for Dafydd et al (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’).
Shackleton acted also as Patron of the British Schools Exploring Society (B.S.E.S.) from 1962 until his death in 1994.
Edward Shackleton will have known Sir Charles Evans, Principal of UCNW, 1957-84 and probably other employees of UCNW as a result of Shackleton’s friendships with people involved in exploring, climbing and natural history. Charles Evans was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition and although his first career was as a neurosurgeon in Oxford and then Liverpool, Evans was far more interested in climbing (see previous posts). However, Evans’s status as a national hero after the successful Everest ascent – with members of the Everest team who worked for the security services – afforded Dafydd et al who were facilitating their trafficking ring through UCNW complete protection.
Sir Charles Evans – a fantastic mountaineer but a bloody dangerous Top Doctor and University Senior Manager:
Lord Ogmore pointed out to the Lords that he was the only Welshman to speak on the matter of Ely, which primarily concerned Wales and remarked ‘may I ask the noble Baroness whether she is aware that this Report will be regarded with the utmost seriousness in Wales, and that Welsh people will want to know that there are no other institutions where the same conditions might already apply? May I also ask her whether, when her right honourable friend has discussed the whole question of Ely Hospital with the Chairman of the Hospital Board, a further report or statement will be made to Parliament, conveying to Members the results of that interview between the two gentlemen concerned?’
Of course there were other institutions in Wales in which conditions as bad as those in Ely prevailed – there was the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which was far worse. Furthermore Bryn-y-Neuadd at Llanfairfechan and Whitchurch Hospital in Cardiff were pretty bad, as well as a few others… It really wasn’t any secret.
David Rees Rees-Williams, 1st Baron Ogmore was born in Bridgend and qualified as a solicitor in 1929. He served in the Welch Regiment and the Royal Artillery and ended WWII as a Lieutenant Colonel. Rees-Williams was elected Labour MP for Croydon South in 1945. In the Gov’t he was a Minister in the Colonial Office, travelling to East Asia to consider the movements towards independence. Rees-Williams’s seat was redistributed at the end of the Parliament and he narrowly lost the successor seat in 1950, so he received the standard booby prize of a life peerage. He served as Minister of Civil Aviation in 1951 and was made a Privy Councillor the same year. Lord Ogmore was President of the London Welsh Trust, which runs the London Welsh Centre, Gray’s Inn Road, 1955-59. The London Welsh Trust was a magnet for those colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).
Lord Ogmore joined the Liberal Party in 1959 and served as Liberal Party President, 1963–1964. Lord Ogmore was among those who ignored Jeremy Thorpe’s Ugandan activities. Lord Ogmore’s constituency was just down the road from Warlingham Park Hospital which had a dreadful reputation and was eventually subject to an Ely-like damning investigation which resulted in staff going to prison for very serious offences against patients. My post ‘A Trade In People – Between London And North Wales’ details the horrendous abuse and fleecing – by a group of crooked Top Docs and lawyers in London with links to colleagues in Bethesda – of a family who’s lives were destroyed by Warlingham Park Hospital after their mum died in suspicious circumstances when an in-patient there and were then sent to live in Bethesda by the crooks who shafted them.
Lord Ogmore was married to Alice Alexandra Constance Wills and had three children. His daughter, Elizabeth Rees-Williams, married the actors Richard Harris and Sir Rex Harrison, the businessman Peter Aitken, and more recently Jonathan Aitken, the former Tory MP and old flame of Carol Thatcher’s who later went to prison for perjury. Lord Ogmore’s grandsons are actors Jared Harris and Jamie Harris and Director Damian Harris.
Sir Rex Harrison starred in the award winning film ‘Dr Dolittle’. Two days a week, no on-call and retirement at 55 yrs old. Duw it’s hard.
Lord Silkin found himself in a particularly difficult position in the Lords: ‘before we discuss this matter further, we ought to read the Report. I should like to put a question to the noble Baroness, and I put it because I was for many years both chairman and a member of a number of hospital management committees; and it seems to me inconceivable that a hospital management committee should not have known of what had been going on apparently for a long time. Certainly I should like to think that it could not have happened in the case of the hospitals with which I was concerned; and if amanagement committee is doing its job properly, it ought not to have happened in this case. May I ask the noble Baroness whether, in the Report, there is any reference to the activities of the Hospital Management Committee?’
Bit close to home there Lord Silkin! Of course the Hospital Management Committee at Ely knew, it was they who ignored the complaints and got rid of the whistleblowers.
Lewis Silkin, 1st Baron Silkin worked as a solicitor (Lewis Silkin LLP, the London law firm where he practised, still bears his name), before becoming a member of the London County Council in 1925. He Chaired the LCC Town Planning and the Housing and Public Health Committees and was a member of the Central Housing Advisory Committee. Silkin was elected as MP Peckham in 1936. He was Minister of Town and Country Planning in Clement Attlee’s Gov’t, 1945-50.
Silkin was raised to the peerage in 1950. Of his three sons, his eldest, Arthur, a civil servant, disclaimed the peerage. The other two, Samuel and John, both became Labour MPs, members of the Privy Council and Gov’t Ministers. Samuel was MP for Dulwich, 1964-83 and Attorney General for England and Wales as well as N Ireland, 1974-79. You’ve guessed it, Samuel concealed the crimes of the Top Docs and the paedophiles along with everyone else. Being the principled man that he was, Samuel refused a knighthood as AG. He accepted a life peerage instead in 1985, just as the explosions began in north Wales…
Samuel’s son Christopher also disclaimed the hereditary peerage on the death of his uncle Arthur in 2001, the first time a peerage has been disclaimed twice.
John Silkin was Labour MP for Lewisham Deptford, 1963-87. He served in the RNVR, 1942-46, along with the other high profile paedophiles, paedophiles’ friends and spies (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). At one point John Silkin had hopes of becoming Leader of the Labour Party, but that went pear-shaped among all the internal scrapping. The talents of Footie and the Windbag shone through instead. Of course they did, Footie and the Windbag held seats in south Wales so they had all the best shit on George Thomas, the Silkin family only had superior gen on the kids from south London who were being abused and trafficked by Dafydd’s gang and his mates at the Maudsley. See previous posts for further information on the Silkin family.
Baroness Hylton-Foster was firmly on the side of the patient-batterers during the Lords debate: ‘My Lords, may I ask the noble Baroness whether Her Majesty’s Government do not think that this is the moment to recommend that nurses should be moved around more? Because even with special training it needs superhuman patience to cope with some of the patients with whom they have to deal.’
Those patients really were such absolute bastards. They insisted on standing in the way of the flying fists and kicking boots of the Angels, they grew hair which the Angels felt compelled to grab hold of to drag the patients along the corridor and in addition at Ely those patients tried the patience of the Angels so much that the Angels hosed them down with cold water, the Angels just could not take any more.
Here are the sort of images that appear on NHS promotional material:
A photo of caring hands even used to appear on the leaflet regarding the complaints procedure for NHS Wales. I was sent such a leaflet after I complained about being assaulted and injured by four Angels in the Hergest Unit, a complaint that was never ever investigated.
To make things even harder for the long-suffering staff of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the attractive younger patients possessed bodies that poor old Dafydd and a few others just couldn’t resist having sex with…
Baroness Hylton-Foster obviously wanted to move the Angels around so that the good practice could be shared, in the way that by the late 1970s, the paedophiles employed in children’s homes across the UK had all networked together and used to shuttle back and forth between different homes in different regions of the country, forming one big happy family.
Audrey Pellew Hylton-Foster, Baroness Hylton-Foster was the daughter of 1st Viscount Ruffside and Violet Cicely Kathleen Wollaston. She married Sir Harry Braustyn Hylton-Foster, who had started a distinguished career at the Bar, in 1931; they were not blessed with children.
Born in India, the Baroness was educated at St George’s, Ascot and Ivy House, Wimbledon. Both her father and husband served as Speaker of the Commons. Audrey Hylton-Foster first lived at Speaker’s House during her father’s time there, when she went to recover from measles. While she was convalescing she started working for the British Red Cross and this, apart from politics, became her life’s work.
During WWII Audrey was an Angel at St Luke’s Hospital, Chelsea. She cycled ‘thousands of miles’ around London on her Red Cross duties. In 1950 she became Director of the Chelsea division of the British Red Cross. She was at various times President, Chairman and Patron of the London branch. In late 1980 she was acting as consultant at the national HQ.
Audrey’s husband began his political career after World War II. By 1950 he was MP for York. He died in office in 1965, after which she was given a peerage. Despite Audrey’s prior objections to women politicians, she became an active member of the Lords and for many years served as Convenor of the Crossbench peers. Like others who have been of particularly valuable service to abusers in high places, Audrey was appointed a Dame in 1990, being only a Baroness not being sufficient thanks for her contribution.
Audrey Hylton-Foster lived in a converted Coach House on Leith Hill in Surrey. Each year she opened her gardens to the public, in order to raise money for various charities. One year, with help from actress Virginia McKenna, a substantial amount was raised for the Born Free Foundation. Mandy Leigh, one of the most monstrous members of staff at St George’s Hospital Medical School – she who had sex with a Top Doctor in the lab and who participated in ‘research’ which involved decapitating marmosets for no good reason and who of course kept schtum about the serious wrongdoing and harm to patients – was a good friend of Virginia McKenna’s family.
One of Mandy’s many pearls of wisdom was that it was often necessary to lie to patients for their own good. Another pearl was that FGM was best done in Harley Street – Mandy told me this when a Top Doc at St George’s admitted that his mate in Harley Street was performing FGM and I reminded him that it had been illegal for years…
And if marmosets are to be decapitated it’s best done by Mandy Leigh at the London Zoo, after lies have been told to the media about the research having been stopped.
Audrey’s Garden Open Day raised funds for a number of good causes including the British Red Cross, Cancer Research, local schools etc. Who knows, perhaps the Institute of Psychiatry benefited as well and funds were raised for a few more primates to be caged while not very useful experiments were carried out on their brains:
Audrey died in 2002, so she was around to help with the fall-out of the Waterhouse Report.
Of course, after the Ely Hospital Scandal, working parties were set up, along with a system of inspections, so that it could never happen again…
I know someone who was a student psych nurse at Ely Hospital at the time of the scandal. He confirmed that the abuse of patients there was terrible and that he was so outraged at seeing an Angel kicking an elderly man down the corridor that he punched the Angel in the face. When he was older this man qualified as a social worker and worked in north Wales, in the field of mental health. He was responsible for, among other things, sectioning people in Denbigh and training the social workers who later worked with the paedophile gang. He was working as a social work lecturer at Coleg Menai in Bangor at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. On the day after publication this lecturer walked into his class and said ‘One thing that will not be discussed today and never will be discussed is the Waterhouse Report’.
‘We didn’t know.’
Oh yes you bloody well did and what’s more, that particular man knew about Robert Bluglass and his corruption as well because he discussed it with me. Geoff Lees later left his post at Coleg Menai and became the Director of Vale Of Clwyd MIND.
See my post ‘Social Work – Theory’ for details of the level of discussion and some of the comments made by the social work students in that class, nearly all of whom qualified and subsequently joined the paedophiles and their friends of north Wales…
Bea Serota was Chair of the Advisory Council on the Penal System and the first Ombudsman for Local Government. She was a member of the Community Relations Commission, the BBC Complaints Commission and a BBC Governor. She served on the Longford Committee on Crime and on the Latey Committee, which led to the lowering of the age of majority to 18. In the Lords, she was appointed Deputy Speaker in 1985 and then the Principal Deputy Chairwoman of Committees. In 1992 Bea became a Dame as well as a Baroness. By 1992 I and three other witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd et al had been hounded out of our jobs. It was in 1992 that five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
Throughout her many years in the Lords, Baroness Dame Serota said nothing about Dafydd and the gang or their associates in other parts of the UK. Dick Crossman spotted real talent there.
Baroness Dame Serota married Stanley Serota, a civil engineer and they had two children. Her son Nicholas became Director of the Tate Gallery and her daughter Judith also pursued a career in the arts. When Nicholas Serota was Director of the Tate, Blair’s mate Richard Rogers was Chairman. Under Serota, the Tate expanded as a result of the conversion of the former Bankside Power Station into Tate Modern, for which the Tate was given £52 million towards. Nicholas I’ve been to the Tate Modern a few times and yes I did enjoy it, but I’m not sure that you should have been given £52 million for it. The current generation of the poor sods of the sort that your mother made a good living out of ignoring probably needed it more. As of 2015, Serota was paid a salary of between £165,000 and £169,999 by the Tate. When Serota was Director of the Tate, he encouraged BP to sponsor the Tate which caused quite an embarrassment at the time of the Deepwater Horizon Oil Spill.
Nicholas Serota is currently Director of Arts Council England.
Previous posts and comments on this blog have mentioned Professor Stuart Stanton, a gynaecologist at St George’s Hospital Medical School who specialised in convincing rich, anxious women that they needed pelvic floor surgery. Stanton was reputed to have made a fortune and was hated and feared by even his colleagues who were facilitating child abuse and people trafficking, so I always wondered what is was that Stanton was up to. The corrupt MSF rep David Hole who spent most of his working day trying to dig up dirt or sensitive info on other people which he could then use against them was really busting a gut in his attempts to find out what Stanton was doing but Stanton’s secretary – who was very much more normal than most of the people employed at St George’s – wasn’t giving anything away, although like everyone else who worked with Stanton, she did used to say ‘God I’d never let him operate on me’.
Stanton went to Israel on a very frequent basis and had mistresses out there, but I’m sure that Stanton wasn’t going all that way just to discuss Uganda. I have received info about Stanton’s dreadful treatment of the ladies in his life, but I’m not publishing any of that because they need to be afforded privacy after falling into the jaws of a shark.
This morning someone sent me a few links which mentioned Stuart Stanton. His name appeared on the 2011 list of Trustees of the Jewish Music Institute. Stanton’s biography which appears on the website of the Jewish Music Institute describes Stanton as:
Professor and Consultant Urogynaecologist now in private and medico-legal practice in Central London. He is also a visiting Professor at Hadassah Hospital (Jerusalem) where he travels every three months to lecture, see patients and operate. He is a founder member of the South London Israel Forum (SLIF) which meets monthly to hear speakers on Middle East politics and Israel’s achievements in the Arts and Sciences, also a Trustee for Hadassah UK and a Patron of the British Friends of Hebrew University.
The Vice-Presidents of the Jewish Music Institute were named as my old mate Michael Grade and dear old Greville Janner.
Stanton also appears on the website of the Jewish Medical Association UK. The section entitled ‘Israeli Medical Students’ tells us about the 2011 Israeli Student Attachment programme and that ‘the past four weeks have been incredible. Dr. Alan Naftalin welcomed us with a lovely dinner at his house and took care of all our needs during our stay. In addition, he made sure we learn a lot about medicine and the way it is practiced in the UK by arranging meetings with well experienced doctors such as Prof. David Katz, Prof. Stuart Stanton and Dr. Mike Peters of the BMA.’
Prof David Katz is an immunologist who used to work at either UCH or the Middlesex, I’ve forgotten which one – I met him in 1987. He was mates with the fraudsters at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital (see post ‘Interesting Facts’).
The same website tells us that in 2010, ‘The clinical attachment is at Newham University Hospital NHS Trust. Dr Alan Naftalin, Prof Susan Gelding and the educational team at Newham are responsible for the programme. In addition to Newham Hospital several JMA(UK) give them the opportunity to see other aspects of UK medicine. Thus they have also spent time with Prof Michael Baum (breast disease), Prof Atul Mehta at the Royal Free Hospital (Gaucher’s disease and Lysosomal Storage Disease), Prof Anthony Warrens at the Royal London Hospital (paediatric nephrology), and Prof Stuart Stanton (urogynaecology).’
Professor Michael Baum is a cancer surgeon who has a healthy cynicism towards ineffective ‘alternative medicines’, but Baum has never spoken out about the rampant corruption and research fraud among his colleagues which he undoubtedly knows about.
Now, let me clarify. I too believe that cross-national exchanges between students and academics are valuable and I have taken part in them myself. But Stuart Stanton was a Trustee of an organisation which had as Vice-Presidents Michael Grade, who ignored Jimmy Savile and his activities during Grade’s various roles at the BBC and Greville Janner, a man who stood accused of sexually abusing children in care. In the early 1990s, Janner was questioned by police regarding sexual assaults on children and his solicitor Sir David Napley was so certain that Janner would be charged that he retained George Carman. Thus Greville had the same legal team as Jeremy Thorpe did when Thorpe stood trial in 1979 for conspiracy to murder his former gay partner. It has now been admitted that Janner should have been charged and the CPS cannot explain why he wasn’t. Years later Janner was due to face a ‘trial of the facts’ after producing evidence from at least one Top Doctor that he was unfit to stand trial. That trial of the facts took so long to arrive that Janner died before it happened.
Stuart Stanton is a Top Doctor who spent most of his career working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, an institution which was concealing at least two paedophile rings, both of which had links to the ring that Janner was part of in Leicester. The Head of the Dept in which Stanton was employed, Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, was a key figure in concealing organised abuse. Chamberlain was friends with Ollie Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, who in 1986 was jailed for the possession of child porn. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.
So what is Stanton doing in Israel?
Someone who is now constructed as a UK expert on old age care knows a lot about the abuses of vulnerable people in north Wale – step forward Professor Vanessa Burholt of the Centre for Innovative Ageing at Swansea University. The spiel about Ness on Swansea’s website tells us that:
‘After graduating from the Open University in 1994, Vanessa worked as a researcher at Bangor University while she undertook her PhD. After completing her PhD in 1998, Vanessa became Deputy Director of the Centre for Social Policy Research and Development at Bangor University and in 2004 took over as Director. Vanessa was awarded a personal Chair at Bangor in 2007, and shortly after moved to Swansea University, as Director of the Centre for Innovative Ageing. In 2016 Vanessa was also appointed Director of the pan-Wales Centre for Ageing and Dementia Research.
Vanessa holds a public appointment as the research member of the Ministerial Advisory Forum on Ageing and is co-Chair of My Home Life Cymru. Personal awards include Fellow of the Academy of Social Science and Senior Research Leader for Health and Care Research Wales. In 2015 and 2017 she won the College of Human and Health Science outstanding contribution to research award. She is a member of the ESRC DTC Peer Review College. She sits on the ESRC Grants Assessment Panel C and is member of the Board for Health and Care Research Wales. Vanessa sits on the CHHS Senior Management Board, the Social Care Ethics Committee, and the Research Committee.
Vanessa has worked on and led international and national research projects worth approximately £18M, and has supervised 23 post-graduate students. Her research interests include loneliness, support networks, intergenerational relationships, social exclusion, rurality, migration of older people and attachment to place and she has published more than 50 articles and book chapters on these topics.’
This translates as:
Ness worked at Bangor University throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry into the abuse of children in care, about which no-one knew anything, although Ness’s colleagues facilitated that abuse and ignored all complaints from witnesses and victims. Ness was involved with the School of Psychology, which was led by Professor Fergus Lowe; Fergus and his mistress Pauline Horne built their entire empire by holding everyone who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel. Ness was also involved with IMSCaR, a research institute which was Directed by Prof Mark Williams, a clinical psychologist who worked with the paedophile gang and perpetrated the research fraud which was Mindfulness. Bruce Napier, a clinical psychologist who ran away from the Hergest Unit screaming loudly, was subsequently employed at IMSCaR. One of Ness’s mentors in old age care at Bangor University was Professor Bob Woods, the man who ran the clinical psychology programme, which involved students undertaking placements at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where they witnessed patients being abused and, if they were female students, were sexually harassed and propositioned by Dafydd. Ness knew as well as the rest of north Wales that the care for the elderly in the region, particularly for EMI patients, was so bad that healthcare staff did all they could to find alternative care for their own relatives.
Some 10 years ago, Ness’s PhD supervisor Prof Clare Wenger, who had by then retired, had the misfortune to be admitted to a ward for the elderly at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. Clare Wenger was so appalled by what she witnessed that she compiled an extensive report, sent it over 100 colleagues and healthcare bodies and appeared in the media. She was denounced by Ysbyty Glan Clwyd as a stuck up old cow. Not one of Clare’s colleagues or students defended her. Ness bagged her job at Swansea and fucked off out of north Wales to become an international expert on old age care. Which was of course what Clare Wenger was. Some years after Clare Wenger was ignored and then trashed when she refused to shut up, the Tawel Fan Scandal blew up on an EMI ward at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd.
‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us.’
Just how fucking stupid are you all?
‘First they came for the Service Users, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Service User.’
It was an international trafficking ring. They killed witnesses.
A national emergency has been declared. The National Crime Agency and the Home Secretary Sajid Javid have put out a paedophile alert on the grounds that an estimated 80,000 people constitute an online risk to children – they will leave no stone unturned in their efforts to hunt these people down. Oh don’t bother. The people facilitating it all are sitting in Top Docs surgeries, social service depts, counsellors therapy rooms, in police stations, in the Courts and in Parliament and their activities are no secret. It could have all been stopped thirty years ago when hundreds and hundreds of young people were complaining that they were being threatened, assaulted and sexually abused by the welfare services in north Wales. No-one helped us, no-one. Most of the complainants have since been found dead. Fuck off all of you. Why would anyone believe a word that any of you say?
The Labour Party is now in a state of total civil war. Margaret Hodge is demanding Jezza’s head on a plate for his alleged anti-Semitism and Gordon has joined in the fray, emphasising that there can be no place for hatred within the Labour Party. Everyone involved in this punch-up concealed Dafydd and the gang for years. However, the hyenas can smell Jezza’s blood and so they are circling.
Margaret Hodge will be thinking up her leadership campaign slogan as I write this…
Vote Wisely, Vote Silly – You Know It Makes Nonsense. The Silly Party is committed to: raising unemployment; destroying industry; encouraging naughtiness in high places.
You’ll do a job as good as Thatch, Dame M!
Dame Margaret Hodge, former Leader of Islington Borough Council while Islington children’s homes were infiltrated by a paedophile gang who murdered some of the witnesses:
Brown, who was the subject of a murder attempt:
A Volkswagon Beetle, of the sort that my friend Anne was driving when she was killed:
I’ve got a photo of my friend’s baby who died shortly after birth at the hands of Robert Fox as well, but that’s not publicly available….
Recent posts have touched on how some of the paedophiles’ friends pride themselves on being Arty, in their capacities as collectors but also in terms of them occupying positions of responsibility in museums, galleries or in Gov’t roles relating to the Arts.
Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass excels in this field, he owns Compton Verney in Warwickshire, one of the finest galleries in Europe. In 1993, Compton Verney was purchased in a run-down state by the Peter Moores Foundation, a ‘charity supporting music and visual arts’, established by Littlewoods Chairman Peter Moores, who restored it to a gallery capable of housing international exhibitions. In 1993, my career had been destroyed, as had the media career of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales and the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the abuse of children in care, concluding that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring. Thousands of statements had been taken, hundreds of complaints made and a file was sent to the CPS, yet there were no prosecutions.
In Oct 1993, John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron and his mates were cheerleaders for devolution and it was assumed by everyone that ‘when’ a Welsh Assembly was created, Ron would be First Secretary. It all fell apart when Ron had his moment of madness on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie, just before Blair was about to make Ron First Secretary in the newly established Welsh Assembly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).
Compton Verney Art Gallery is now run by Compton Verney House Trust, a registered charity no less. The charity in question is one Professor Robert Bluglass, who’s ‘Trust’ is ‘supported’ by the Peter Moores Foundation, after the Peter Moores Foundation transferred Compton Verney to the management of Bluglass’s blood-soaked, safe hands. In March 2004, the Compton Verney Art Gallery was opened by Prince Charles. That’s the Prince Charles who’s office told Alison Taylor that he ‘could not get involved’ when Alison Taylor wrote and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused; the Prince Charles who was Chancellor of UCNW when Bluglass’s mate Dafydd and his colleagues were using their roles in the College to run a sex trafficking ring; the Prince Charles who’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Peter Morrison, the constituency MP was abusing kids in care in north Wales; the Prince Charles who’s mater knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991, the month after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was facing possible imprisonment after Dafydd’s colleagues Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves.
Charles, what on earth are you doing mixed up in all this??? You’re the bloody heir to the throne, Bluglass has played a leading role in an international sex trafficking racket and the most probable explanation for Bluglass’s paws being on one of the finest art galleries in Europe is that it is the means by which he is laundering money. This is a very long way from the Duchy Organic range of expensive biscuits. It is, as you might say yourself, ‘sort of…um thingy…um appalling…’. Or if you are anything like the ‘Private Eye’ spoof of you in ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ you might. Heir of serious organised crime. It really is appalling. Pass me an oatcake, this is even more ridiculous than Jimmy Savile offering Charles and Di marriage guidance.
An online guide to ‘Greeting The Queen’ reassures readers that they mustn’t worry about what to say, they must just curtsy.
‘Have you come far?’ ‘Yes, I’ve fled north Wales because your son’s associates tried to kill me.’
It has recently been reported that Charles will be giving evidence to the IICSA relating to Bishop Peter Ball. Peter Ball was imprisoned for 32 months in 2015, for sex offences against children carried out between the 1970s and the 90s. The police received their first report in 1992. No charges were brought, but Ball resigned. It has been revealed that Charles had exchanged letters with Ball and that an independent inquiry found that Ball had ‘exploited his contact’ with members of the Royal Family, but there was ‘no evidence’ that Charles or any other Royals ‘sought to intervene at any point in order to protect or promote Ball’. Well that’s a relief, it’s simply that Charles is constantly rubbing noses with people who are involved with child abuse but can’t ‘get involved’ when he receives a letter telling him that someone has witnessed them abusing kids, it’s really nothing more sinister than that.
When Ball was reported for child abuse in 1992, the CPS received over 2000 letters of support for him, including letters from Cabinet Ministers and members of the Royal Family. It has not been made public who those Cabinet Ministers or Royals were. I was unaware that the CPS ever accepted ‘letters of support’. When I was prosecuted for ‘looking at a social worker in Safeways’ and for ‘calling Alun Davies a fat idiot’, no-one ever told me that I could get my mates to write to the CPS in support of me. I don’t know anyone else who was given that opportunity either.
Well it just goes to show that it’s one rule for molesting Bishops and another rule for the victims of sex trafficking gangs…
It has been admitted that Ball ‘tried to use his contact with with Charles to influence George Carey’, who was Archbishop of Canterbury at the time. I’m not sure that Ball will have needed to do that, George Carey used to be the Bishop of Bath and Wells and Somerset had one ‘dirty vicar’ known to me who molested the Brownies and Guides and another vicar who married a girl of about nineteen when he was nearly 50, who violently assaulted the kids in the local primary school and then nicked the money from the Church. Neither of them faced charges and ‘Bishop George’ – as Brown’s mum used to respectfully call him – did bugger all. All we ever heard about Bishop George were his fund-raising schemes such as the offer for the bereaved to sponsor a pipe of the organ in Wells Cathedral in memory of their loved one. Those pipes came at a very high price and it always sounded like a bit of a con to me.
Now that the paedophiles’ friends have bumped Brown’s dad off, I’ll reveal a state secret. When Col Brown organised HM Lilibet’s Silver Jubilee Celebrations in Bristol – for which Lilibet gave him an OBE – Col Brown wrote to the Palace to ask what to do about providing a bog for Lilibet, only not using that expression obviously. He received a letter back telling him that Lilibet ‘will not need to retire’. How Lilibet knew that she wouldn’t need to go for a piddle I do not know. Perhaps she’s had her pelvic floor tightened by Professor Stuart Stanton at St George’s Hospital Medical School, although she might not have risked going under his knife – his junior doctors all used to observe ‘God, I wouldn’t let him operate on me’.
I recommend that readers visit the Compton Verney website in order to see photos of the landscaped gardens (they were designed by Capability Brown no less) and the treasures that pack Bluglass’s house of ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, here’s the spiel encouraging interested parties to join in the crime spree:
Let’s all join in a chorus of ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there laughing’…
What a bunch of dickwits, even if they are serious criminals of dickwits.
Robert Bluglass is not the only paedophiles’ friend – indeed even Dafydd’s friend – who has an interest in art. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, who’s son Thomas died of HIV/AIDS but before that was known to be abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales, was, among all his many other public positions (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Chairman of Gwasg Gregynog Press, 1978-91; President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57; a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1955-88 and a member of the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts, 1966-93. It was Lord Kenyon who was credited with transforming the National Portrait Gallery from a small specialist museum into ‘one of the great national galleries’.
Previous posts have noted how many paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the Arts Council of Great Britain. Harold Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor Lord Arnold Goodman was Chair of the Arts Council, 1965-72 and had a symbiotic relationship with Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow, who was Minister of Arts, 1964-70, under Harold Wilson (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Goodman was succeeded by Lord Patrick Gibson who was Chair of the Arts Council, 1972-77. Gibson was the paedophiles’ friend who knew that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were being contained in low paid seasonal jobs at Penrhyn Castle (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Sir Kenneth Robinson was Chairman, 1977-82. Robinson did Dafydd and the paedophiles a great many favours when Robinson was Health Minister, 1964-68 under Wilson and then again in his capacity as the President of the National Institute for Mental Health (MIND) (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir William Rees-Mogg was Chairman of the Arts Council, 1982-89. Mystic Mogg was a political appointment of Thatcher’s – he was a Tory, the former Editor of ‘The Times’, 1967-81 and a BBC Governor. He was also Chairman of the publishers Pickering and Chatto and a columnist for The Indie and the ‘Daily Mail’. Mystic Mogg stated in his memoirs in 2011 that Murdoch had been excellent for ‘The Times’ and for Fleet Street.
In April 1986, ‘The Times’ reported the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the Gwynedd Headmaster who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils, after being allowed to return to teaching in spite of a previous prison sentence for abusing his pupils (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). ‘The Times’ had reported on a scandal involving the serious neglect of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh some 20 yrs previously, but remained silent about north Wales abuse horrors from 1986 onward. Rupert Murdoch bought ‘The Times’ in 1981 and Sir Simon Jenkins, who has a home in Gwynedd, was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92 (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Simon must have missed that police investigation and all those deaths…
Rees-Mogg had a house in Somerset but spent most of his time in London, although he waved his Somerset credentials about a lot. He was High Sheriff of Somerset, 1975-78, so he would have known Brown’s father, who was Deputy Lieutenant at about the same time.
Mystic Mogg was of course the father of Jacob. When I was at school, Jacob featured in the ‘Western Daily Press’ and when he was about 10 yrs old he was promoted as a child prodigy with regard to his investments on the stock market. The ‘Western Daily Press’ was a sort of west country version of ‘The Sun’, a right wing newspaper which contained a lot of sex stories, although not pics of topless teenagers. The ‘Western Daily Press’ caught a whiff of sex everywhere, even when reporting serious harm or death. One memorable headline was ‘It’s Sex On Top Of The Cliff, Then Over We Go’, which was a report about quite a dangerous accident.
The ‘Western Daily Press’ also really maxed out on Diana Dors because she was from Swindon, but they had to keep remembering not to mention that her friends were gangsters and armed robbers. I think that Dors and her mates hung out at the Webbington Country Club near Bristol, which was viewed as a sort of Sodom and Gomorrah, the scene of gun fights and a venue for prostitution. The ‘Western Daily Press’ did manage to report it when Dors’ husband the actor Alan Lake was found shot dead. Lake’s death was always attributed to suicide but now I have a greater understanding of the circles in which he and Dors moved, I am wondering if questions were deliberately not asked about that death. As a young man, Lake went to prison after a particularly vicious pub brawl, which resulted in his mate Leapy Lee receiving an even longer sentence than Lake because he stabbed the pub’s relief manager. Leapy Lee was a rather lame pop singer who’s only hit was with the song ‘Little Arrows’. It would be a bit like Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits being banged up for stabbing someone.
One of the Hergest Unit patients who derived such entertainment from Dafydd used to chunder on in a Dafydd-voice about Dafydd listening to Herman’s Hermits records. The joke arose from an incident in which Dafydd had tried to get down with the kids – the man in question had been sectioned and was telling Dafydd that he had gone up into the mountains and ‘I ate some grass’. To which Dafydd responded ‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’ and the Hergest patient said ‘no, grass’. So Dafydd asked ‘why were ewe eating grass?’ The Hergest patient replied ‘because I was thirsty’. Dafydd diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. I had no idea at the time that Dafydd’s gang were selling disadvantaged kids and young people to rock stars for sex, I just used to roll around laughing at Dafydd’s idea of the counter-culture. Who knows, perhaps Herman and his Hermits were buying underaged boys off Dafydd, along with everyone else.
‘There’s a Kind of Hush All Over the World’
One track by Herman’s Hermits was ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.
After coming out of prison, Alan Lake had a serious riding accident which nearly paralysed him and then he became an alcoholic and experienced psychotic episodes. He was treated by a Top Doctor, but I don’t know who. Lake became seriously depressed after Dors’ died and in Oct 1984 he was found dead having been shot in the head after taking his son to the railway station. His body was found in his son’s bedroom.
Lake played parts in the TV programmes ‘The Underworld’, ‘Locate And Destroy’, ‘Dixon Of Dock Green’, ‘Crown Court’, ‘Angels’, ‘No Hiding Place’, ‘Paint Me A Murder’ and ‘Hart To Hart’. His films included ‘Catch Us If You Can’.
Mystic Mogg’s daughter Annunziata stood unsuccessfully for a Somerset constituency for the Tories in the 2010 General Election and caused much mirth by calling herself ‘Nancy Mogg’ for electioneering purposes. Not that it fooled anyone.
In 1989 Lord Peter Palumbo succeeded Mystic Mogg as Chairman of the Arts Council and remained in post until 1993. Tory peer Palumbo is the son of Randolph Palumbo, himself a major property developer. Peter Palumbo was educated at Eton and then studied at Worcester College, Oxford. In 1972 Palumbo bought Farnsworth House in the US, expanded and improved the house by adding furniture of the man who designed the house and by purchasing adjacent properties and placing in them the work of eminent sculptors. Palumbo sold the property at auction to the National Trust for historic preservation in 2003. Palumbo also owns other swish properties in the US and for a time owned a Le Corbusier in Paris. In 1994 Palumbo demolished the Mappin & Webb building in the City of London and replaced it with a building designed by Sir James Stirling, which was opened by the Governor of the Bank of England, Eddie George.
Palumbo was a Trustee of the Tate, 1978-85 and Chairman of its foundation, 1986-87. He served as a Trustee for the Whitechapel Art Gallery and of the Natural History Museum. He was Chairman of the Serpentine Gallery’s Board of Trustees. He was also the Chancellor of the University of Portsmouth and the Chairman of the Friends of Highgate Cemetery. He has been on the Board of Trustees of The Architecture Foundation. Palumbo is or was Chairman of the jury of the Pritzker Prize for Architecture.
Palumbo led the fundraising effort to resurrect and refurbish the Church of St Stephen Walbrook in London, a building by Sir Christopher Wren. Henry Moore was commissioned by Palumbo to build a stone altar for the church. The former rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans, Dr Chad Varah, was the family chaplain.
There were considerable problems in Bangor after the Samaritans refused to help suicidal people if they were mental health patients because the Samaritans ‘weren’t trained’ and ‘people like that often kill themselves anyway’. What made it worse was that the Hergest Unit were refusing to treat many mental health patients and would simply give them the phone number of the Samaritans and then call the police to throw them out of the hospital.
Palumbo was a polo team mate of Prince Charles and the two were close until 1984 when Charles publicly criticised some of Palumbo’s architecture. Palumbo nevertheless still became godfather to Princess Beatrice.
Palumbo was created a life peer by Thatch in Feb 1991 – the same month as Peter Morrison was knighted!
Palumbo’s eldest son is Jamie Palumbo who in 2017 had an estimated fortune of £350 million. He was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. From 1984-92, Palumbo worked for Merrill Lynch and Morgan Grenfell.
In Sept 1991 Jamie Palumbo, together with his school friend Humphrey Waterhouse and DJ Justin Berkmann, founded the Ministry of Sound nightclub in South London. Initially Palumbo lost control of the club to drug dealers and a fight to regain control ensued. One wonders to what extent Jamie Palumbo ‘regained control’. Ministry of Sound has expanded into a number of areas including recorded music, live events, digital media and merchandise. Ministry of Sound Recordings is the largest independent music company in the world. In 2016 Palumbo sold Ministry of Sound Recordings to the Sony Music Group for $104 million.
It was the Sony subsidiary Epic which gave the Super Furry Animals such a generous recording deal (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The leading light in the Super Furries was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile ring made merry within the Council’s children’s homes.
In 1994 Palumbo launched legal proceedings against his father with his sister, claiming that his father had mismanaged the family trust and subsequently his father resigned as a trustee. In 2010 new proceedings were launched relating to another family trust, his father also resigned from this trust and paid legal fees. I hate to think what Jamie will do when his dad dies, the notion of ‘where’s a will there’s a relative’ will be taken to a whole new level.
Jamie Palumbo is a major donor to the Lib Dems and in Oct 2013 received a peerage.
In 1993 Alexander Ruthven, Earl Gowrie aka Grey Gowrie, became Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain. Grey Gowrie’s grandfather was Governor General of Australia and Gowrie was educated at Eton, Balliol College and Harvard.
Grey Gowrie succeeded to the earldom of Gowrie on the death of his grandfather on 2 May 1955; at the same time he succeeded as 2nd Viscount Ruthven of Canberra and 2nd Baron Gowrie of Canberra and of Dirleton (East Lothian). In 1956, he further succeeded his great-uncle the 10th Lord Ruthven of Freeland as 3rd Baron Ruthven of Gowrie.
Lord Gowrie inherited his estate in County Kildare from his great-aunt Sheelagh Blacker in 1967 and later sold it to Tony O’Reilly, to whom he also sold his Dublin home on Fitzwilliam Square. Sir Anthony O’Reilly is the billionaire Irish former businessman and international rugby union player. O Reilly led the Independent News & Media Group, 1973-09 and is the former CEO and Chairman of the H.J. Heinz Company. He was the leading shareholder of Waterford Wedgwood.
Gowrie lived partly in Ireland until 1983 and then moved to the marches region of Wales, while also maintaining a London residence for much of the period.
Grey Gowrie joined the Tory frontbench under Ted Heath in 1972 as a Whip and remained in position until 1974. He served under Thatcher as Minister of State for Employment, 1979-81 and as Minister of State for N Ireland, 1981-83. So Gowrie served in Thatcher’s Gov’t with Peter Morrison and would have been party to what had gone on at the Kincora Boys’ Home. Thatch then appointed Gowrie as Minister for the Arts, 1983-85. He was also Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster between 1984-85. Despite being offered the post of Secretary of State for Education and Science, Gowrie resigned from the Cabinet in 1985, stating that it was impossible for him to live in London on the salary provided for the post. Grey Gowrie is very rich and very posh, so ‘Private Eye’ made much of Gowrie’s low wages as a Cabinet Minister and there was comment about the need to stop the priceless work of art that was The Gowrie from leaving Britain.
Grey Gowrie was also Chairman of Sotheby’s, 1985–1994.
The Arts Council of Great Britain was divided in 1994 to form the Arts Council of England, Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales. At the same time the National Lottery was established and the Arts Council of England became one of the distribution bodies, thus The Gowrie was responsible for dishing out the dosh. The National Lottery was of course Thatcher’s big idea – Thatch maintained that it would provide an opportunity for the creation of more millionaires. If the old cow was still alive I’d remind her that it is quite difficult to make a living by gambling – even George Carman had to use his income as a corrupt barrister to subsidise his huge gaming debts – and contrary to the advert assuring us that it ‘could be you’, it was most unlikely to be. It’s called statistical probability, Thatch would have done well to have acquainted herself with the notion. However there have been a number of scandals when it has been revealed that Lottery money has been used for certain minority interests including gay and lesbian groups, some of which have not been what they pretended to be. The National Lottery looks kindly upon ‘mental health support groups’ and the like as well.
Now why would a filthy rich, multiply titled connoisseur of fine art and paedophiles’ friend like The Gowrie have been interested in causes like that? The Chairman of Sotheby’s was not going to be found sitting in the MIND ‘drop in’ in Bangor, being told that there was ‘nothing they could do’ when distressed Empowered Service Users recounted tales of serious crime on the part of the mental health services and others. There was someone who was banned from the Bangor MIND drop in – it was the Hergest patient who was a fine art graduate and who used to bang on about the World of Art and the filthy lucre and sexploitation involved. But Helen Milne, the inadequate, lame servant of Dafydd’s who ran the drop in, only banned him AFTER he’d given the lecture on art and the free lessons for the Empowered Service Users.
Helen’s colleague Alison Greenaway was the Bangor MIND co-ordinator for donkey’s years – then Alison trained as a psychiatric social worker and made her loyalties quite clear, as patients were found dead and went to prison – she didn’t say a word (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). Alison felt the call of social work at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.
Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.
It was an absolutely joke, there was not one ‘helping agency’ in north Wales that Dafydd and the paedophiles did not control. It seems that they even had The Gowrie in their pocket.
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:
Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:
Now if Wingett’s the auctioneers near Wrexham had been involved in channelling dosh to the paedophiles’ friends, it would not surprise me. This is the Chairman of Sotheby’s that we are talking about.
The Gowrie lectured at Harvard and UCL and was Provost of the Royal College of Art. He is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Together with Rowan Williams and Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, he is a Patron of the ‘Wilfred Owen Association’. In terms of the subject matter of my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, The Gowrie is a substantial part. The Gowrie was a founding Director of the British Friends of the National Gallery of Ireland.
In the summer of 1999, having been diagnosed with a serious heart condition, The Gowrie checked into Harefield Hospital and, after a heart transplant and a long recovery, left hospital in 2000. He became friends with his principal surgeon, Sir Magdi Yacoub and now Chairs the institute named for him.
Magdi Yacoub worked with Dame Julia Polak, the person who was alleged to have been the most unscrupulous liar and fraudster at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was there in 1986-87. Some years later Polak and Yacoub claimed to have performed a life-saving medical miracle on Polak herself and then founded a research institute on the basis of that miracle. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ explains why I suspect that this was the most audacious of all Polak’s alleged research frauds.
In 2003 The Gowrie was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. In Jan 2009, The Gowrie accepted Farad Azima’s invitation to Chair the Advisory Board of the Iran Heritage Foundation.
The Gowrie’s first wife was Alexandra Bingley, daughter of Colonel Robert Bingley. I’ve done a bit of digging to try and find out if Robert Bingley is any relation of the Bingley clan who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years but surprise, surprise, the info doesn’t seem to be available.
The Arts Council dates back to the 1940s. In 1940, the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts (CEMA), was appointed to help promote and maintain British culture. The Council was Gov’t funded and after WWII was renamed the Arts Council of Great Britain.
A Royal Charter was granted on 9 Aug 1946, followed by another in 1967. The latter provided for functions in Scotland and Wales to be conducted by two almost autonomous committees known as the Scottish and Welsh Arts Councils – the basis for today’s Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales.
The Council’s first Chairman was John Maynard Keynes who used his influence in Gov’t to secure a high level of funding, despite Britain’s severe economic problems following WWII. The majority of this funding was directed to organisations with which Keynes had close ties such as the Royal Opera House and was restricted to Central London. Keynes used his political influence to ensure that the Arts Council reported directly to the Treasury, establishing the principle of an ‘arms length’ relationship between UK Arts policy and the Gov’t of the day.
After Keynes’ death, Gov’t funding was reduced, but the Arts Council received wide recognition for its contribution to the Festival of Britain thanks to the new Chairman Kenneth Clark. Kenneth Clark was the father of the odious sexual predator, the Tory MP Alan Clark. Alan Clark was constantly constructed as a bit of a character – he was actually someone who had sex with anything that moved, including non-consenting people who were below 16 yrs old. Clark regularly exposed himself to school girls and would follow young women around London whom he’d seen on public transport and had taken a shine to. Clark was a junior Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t in the Depts of Employment, Trade and Defence. He worked at the Dept of Employment with Ken Clarke and Ken Clarke’s autobiography alleges that Alan Clark rarely made it into work and spent most of his time drunk. Alan Clark wrote about the quality of the ‘globes’ of the young women whom he saw on trains and remarked upon Thatch’s ‘very pretty ankles’. Which caused Ian Hislop to remark that Thatcher’s globes obviously weren’t worth a comment.
It really is quite unbelievable that someone allowed this lot to run a country.
Art works commissioned by the Council for the Festival of Britain were retained to form the basis of the Arts Council Collection.
Under Wilson’s Gov’t of 1964-70, it is said that the Arts Council enjoyed a ‘golden age’, thanks to the close relationship between paedophiles’ friends Chairman Arnold Goodman and the Arts Minister Jennie Lee. This period saw the Arts Council establish a network of arts organisations across the country and a programme of touring exhibitions and performances.
During the 1970s and 1980s the Arts Council came under attack for being elitist and politically biased, in particular from Tebbit. It is clear from the Arts Council Chairs appointed by Thatcher that under the Tories it did not become less elitist or less politically biased in any way – instead of being run by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing bent, it was run by very rich paedophiles’ friends who were Tories. The Gov’t grant to the Council was capped, the idea being that the shortfall would be made up by increased sponsorship from the private sector.
The Secretary-General of the Arts Council from 1975–83 was Roy Shaw, the last Secretary-General to be knighted. Presumably after 1983, Lilibet had her hands full dishing the knighthoods out to Peter Morrison, Jimmy Savile and their ilk. Shaw faced the ‘difficult task’ of reconciling ‘the needs’ of arts organisations with the restricted funding. Mystic Mogg proposed slimming down the Council’s responsibilities. This led to a series of clashes with leading luvvies such as Peter Hall, who resigned from the Arts Council in protest. In 1987 the restructure inspired by Mystic Mogg cut by half the number of organisations receiving Arts Council funding. During the same period, the Arts Council began ‘encouraging a greater level of corporate sponsorship for the arts’, which I think means that Charles Saatchi was allowed to call the shots. Hence the elevation of Tracey Emin’s NHS-style disgusting bed and her ‘everyone whom I have ever shagged’ tent to the status of works of art.
Charles Saatchi became famous all over again in 2013, after he was photographed with his hands around the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, the daughter of former Chancellor Nigel Lawson. Charles maintained that it was a ‘playful tiff’. An acrimonious divorce followed with allegations and counter-allegations of unpleasant behaviour on the part of Saatchi and coke snorting on the part of Nigella. When Nigella Lawson was at Oxford, she was involved with the Dangerous Sports Club, a bunch of Top Tossers who routinely did some very dangerous and frequently unlawful things but who never faced many consequences.
A leading light in the Dangerous Sports Club was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England, 1983-93 . Tommy Leigh-Pemberton died in what is always described as a ‘tragic accident’, the details of which were not made public. I know the details. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was shot dead, deliberately, by someone whom he had really pissed off. Leigh-Pemberton was a twat of the highest order and there was nothing that he liked more than driving dangerously, at speed, through built-up areas. He was living in Kenya and it was known that the staff of one of the embassies in Nairobi were trigger happy and that if someone drove past at speed, potshots would be taken at them. So the wanker Tommy and his mates dared each other to drive past and elicit the bullets. Which they did, repeatedly. Until one of the bullets hit Leigh-Pemberton and killed him. The truth behind Leigh-Pemberton’s death did not appear in any media report.
Leigh-Pemberton and his mates revelled in doing anything, anything at all, knowing that their Top Tory parents would get them off the hook, no matter how dangerous or illegal it had been.
The founder of the Dangerous Sports Club was David Kirke – although that was not his real name – who lied and swindled his way around the world’s best hotels, spinning a yarn about being an Oxford Professor. After many years of fraud and deception, the world finally caught up with David Kirke in the early 1990s and he was imprisoned. His defence team stated that he was a ‘Walter Mitty’ character and was manic to boot. He wasn’t, he was a conman who targeted people whom he knew would be impressed with fuckwittery and a plummy accent. Graham Chapman of Monty Python was associated with the Dangerous Sports Club, as a consequence of Kirke wanting to ingratiate himself to someone affluent and famous to gain, as Kirke himself said, ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’.
Nigella’s association with the crook Kirke and his friends was never publicised. But then no-one mentioned that her father’s constituency was in Leicestershire, in the area of the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal with the associated serious criminality.
Now Nigella! Who ordered Kirke to contact people who knew me from years previously and pay them all that money to ensure that if – or indeed when – I was found dead, or was imprisoned, that a pack of lies would be told about me, by people ‘who really knew what she was like’? Because someone gave them a great deal of money, whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Thousands and thousands of pounds, two Range Rovers were purchased, a country house, it was incredible. Furthermore Nigella, how did your daddy and his mates ensure that no-one went to prison when the man whom you paid to collaborate with you regarding my allegations re Dafydd and the paedophiles KILLED that young Bulgarian student? The whole of Somerset wanted to know why it was only a manslaughter charge, not murder and why the judge ordered them to be acquitted. Bristol Crown Court, 2004. What was going on exactly?
I think that the Angels of north Wales are going to have to give many more interviews about being attacked by Dangerous Patients to get out of this one. We’ll need a few more cures for cancer as well. And a ‘Save The NHS March’ through central London.
Robin Leigh-Pemberton was given a peerage – in 1992. Once those five other witnesses had been safely killed by that firebomb and once my career had been wrecked and the career of my friend who had been planning to make a documentary about north Wales.
Leigh-Pemberton is dead, as is Thatch who appointed him as Governor of the Bank of England. But the man who gave him a peerage is alive and kicking and has questions to answer.
Sir John Major
Here’s a close pal of some murdering bastards, at a photo shoot at Selfridge’s no less. Probably after a visit to the hairdresser and a quick snort. She needs to look her best! Not that Nigel Lawson would ever have allowed his own kids within a mile of Dafydd – it was other people’s children whom he preyed on. Particularly when there was an election to be won.
As for all that modern art that Charles Saatchi purchased, I cannot help but wonder if someone was having a laugh at his expense. Perhaps someone who knew that the World of Art was crawling with rich abusive people and fancied making it a laughing stock? Hence Viz magazine’s awards for the best modern art spotted on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne bus shelters – the prize winner was 14 yr old Jason with his piece of graffiti ‘My Penis Smells of Apples’. Had Jason been blonde and pretty, no doubt ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’ would have found its way into Saatchi’s Chelsea gallery.
My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ mentioned the art student turned Hergest Unit patient who told me that if he wanted, he could take the art world by storm with his construction ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ in return for selling his bottom to the Big Beasts. I doubt that he could have at that point because he was in his 40s and had suffered from the ravages of Dafydd’s ‘help’, but when he was young I think it highly likely that his plan would have worked. This man supplied me with the names of many of the Great n Good, whom he assured me survived on a diet of cocaine, champagne and underaged kids. The names that I was given included Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud and David Hockney. The Hergest staff were far too bigoted to listen to a word that this man said, but I did and the reason why he was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd many years previously was that he objected to a North Wales Police Sergeant appearing at his side when he was in the loo and naked, after he had been fitted up for drugs offences. His objection to the police officer was met with a punch in the face, imprisonment in Risley Remand Centre and a lifetime in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends.
Ella Fisk, an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit, once told me that I was ‘so much more intelligent’ than this man. No I was not, he did have a brain but it had been completely scrambled, initially by psychedelic drugs, but then it had then been finished off by the ‘medication’ that he was assured was absolutely necessary. I knew what he was being given – he didn’t because he knew bugger all about pharmacology – and I knew exactly what it was doing to him…Despite the best efforts of the paedophiles’ friends, some of his memories were crystal clear – of Denbigh, of Risley Remand Centre, of the rock scene in the 60s and 70s and of the art world. Dafydd knew what that man had witnessed and a decision was taken to ensure that – like everyone else who could name people in High Society who had done things that they shouldn’t have – this man disappeared in the criminal justice and mental health system of north Wales.
Mr Murdoch – there is more than one ageing Empowered Service User in north Wales who has named your wife’s ex as being part of a very sordid scene when he was younger. Before he was Sirred and sent his kids to Eton.
The Arts Council England’s website tells us that ‘We invest public money to make great art that has an impact on everyone’s lives’. It’s certainly had an impact on mine, they bankrolled the friends of a gang of sex traffickers who tried to kill me.
One of the websites ‘telling the story’ of the Arts Council features a splendid picture of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen doing their Shakespearean bit. Dame Judi is of course Robert Bluglass’s old mucker and Sir Ian is the man who campaigned long and hard to have gay people accepted into public life and polite society. I don’t have a problem with that, but an archive clip of an interview with Sir Ian on this subject shows him naming Michael Barrymore as a high profile Funnyman who to Sir Ian’s delighht had by then been taken into the nation’s hearts. Sir Ian gave that interview before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool, a sexually injured corpse who’s presence in that pool has never been explained.
I know nuzzing…
Sir Ian only came out as gay in 1988, but his orientation was well-known in the acting world long before then. Sir Ian Bravely Spoke Out against Section 28, the insanity dreamt up by Thatcher’s Gov’t to prevent local authorities from ‘promoting homosexuality’ whilst kids in care in north Wales were imprisoned or killed lest anyone be in a position to testify that her mate Peter Morrison was abusing them. Section 28 was enacted in May 1988, which was after Alison Taylor and I had refused to keep quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles and after Mary Wynch had done battle in court with them. So how about a grand gesture from a Gov’t of hypocrites who were knowingly colluding with the trafficking of kids in care for both heterosexual and homosexual tastes?
It was Jill Knight – now Baroness Knight – who introduced Section 28. Knight had some quaint ideas about gays – she was on record as stating that they were good with antiques – but she didn’t think that they should be promoted or indeed allowed to be parents. More importantly, Jill Knight was for years a member of the Monday Club, which was heaving with Tories who were concealing the abuse of children and contained a number who were actually abusing kids themselves. Jill was MP for Birmingham Edgbaston, 1966-97. Jill, having spent more than 30 years living cheek by jowl with the corrupt professionals who oiled the wheels of Dafydd’s trafficking gang and sent kids in care into his arms, I presume that you are well-acquainted with a man called Robert Bluglass, who virtually ran the NHS in Birmingham.
Sir Ian stated that he had to Do Something About Section 28, even if it ruined his career. Of course it did not ruin his career – everyone already knew that he was gay – in fact it did his career a great deal of good, he was hailed a Champ of the Oppressed. Which could have been very useful if there had been any service users knocking around who might have remembered Sir Ian or his mates utilising the services provided by Dafydd and Lucille.
In 2010 Sir Ian featured in TV adverts to support Age UK, which was formed from the merger of Age Concern and Help the Aged – Sir Ian gave his time free of charge. Paedophiles’ friend Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, was formerly the Chief Exec of Age Concern in North East Wales. Before that, Margaret was a children’s and family social worker and a Councillor in Cheshire. Whilst Dafydd’s paedophile gang operated in that county. Margaret’s husband David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn and the former PPS To Tony Blair.
Sir Ian’s former partner is Sean Mathias, a theatre and film director. Sean Mathias is described as being ‘Welsh-born’ – whether he is any relation of William Mathias, the esteemed late Welsh composer who was Prof of Music at UCNW for many years as well as a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), I don’t know.
Sir Ian was knighted in the New Years Honours 1991 – just like Sir Peter Morrison!
Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:
The Ass-headed Bottom:
Sir Roy Shaw – the Secretary General of the Arts Council, 1975-83 – also sat on Harold Wilson’s OU planning committee, along with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).
Shaw grew up in considerable hardship in Sheffield, but his schooling was terminated early as a result of Crohn’s disease. He left school young, worked first in a butcher’s shop and then at the ‘Sheffield Telegraph’ and for Sheffield Library. Shaw gained a place at the Quaker college at Woodbrooke, Birmingham, for a pre-university course in 1941. Previous posts have mentioned the involvement of a number of Quakers in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Shaw later went to Manchester University, graduating in 1946.
While at Manchester University Sir Roy was an editor of the journal, ‘Humanitas’, along with Herbert McCabe, who later became a Dominican priest. In 1946, Shaw married Gwenyth Baron. They had seven children, including the Sussex University sociologist Professor Martin Shaw and the journalist Phil Shaw. Martin Shaw is a member of the Labour Party, a former International Socialist and was active in E.N.D. and other leftist groups.
In 1946, Sir Roy Shaw was appointed a tutor for the WEA in the East Riding of Yorkshire. In 1947, Shaw became a Lecturer in the Department of Extra-Mural Studies at the University of Leeds and in 1958 he was appointed Director of the Leeds University Adult Education Centre in Bradford. Shaw organised art exhibitions, concerts, and visits by theatre and opera groups.
There was organised sex offending in the Leeds and Bradford areas as well as in the wider Yorkshire region as long the late 1940s – the situation was considerably inflamed by Jimmy Savile just a few years later. People involved in adult education/sociology/community studies will have known about it.
In 1962 Shaw was appointed Head of Adult Education at the University of Keele, which had a long running problem with paedophiles and those who protected them working there. Keele gave Shaw a Chair in 1967. While at Keele Shaw became a BBC Governor and a Governor of the British Film Institute and it was at that time that he became involved in the foundation of the OU.
Shaw was the theatre critic of ‘The Tablet’, 1990-2000. He remained concerned with political issues, for example visiting Israel in 1994 to press for the release of the nuclear whistle-blower Mordechai Vanunu. In 2006, at the age of 88, Shaw Chaired the Celebrating Age festival in Brighton and Hove.
Shaw converted to Catholicism in 1955, but left the RC Church in the late 1960s and returned in the 1970s.
Shaw’s Indie obituary states that ‘he built Keele University’s outreach work in the Potteries and the surrounding villages’, that ‘he also became a national figure in the movement for second-chance education’ and that ‘he championed theatre in the round at the Victoria Theatre in Stoke-on-Trent, and loved music hall and comedians (especially Ken Dodd) as much as the classics’.
A long standing network of abusers targeting children in care with the usual knock-on effect on the mental health services/NHS existed in the Staffordshire area and my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ details Ken Dodd’s links with those involved in the abuse of vulnerable people, including in north Wales.
Shaw also had dealings with Ruskin College, which educated many future Labour MPs (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold taught at Ruskin and Peter Howarth was a student of his. Arnold later became the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn when it bloomed into a major centre of paedophile activity and Howarth was one of the few who did actually end up going to prison for abusing boys there. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where the boys had been abused…
Shaw had a ‘passionate conviction’ that funding the arts was the state’s job – not that of private benefactors or commercial sponsors. At Shaw’s retirement party in 1983 he asked the then Arts Minister The Gowrie whether he had read the paper Shaw prepared on developing wider access to the arts, which The Gowrie had not even acknowledged. The Gowrie replied ‘Oh, yes, but my main concern is to foster the growth of business sponsorship.’
So it was either state-funded sexual exploitation or sexual exploitation funded by corporate sponsorship. It was a win-win situation for Dafydd et al. What nobody would do was expose what was going on. Shaw’s obituary in the Torygraph illustrates the difficulties that anyone alleging the existence of organised Naughtiness In High Places will face:
‘[Shaw’s] showed his wide browsing on the matter — he was able to pose such questions as “Did Orson Welles read Bertrand Russell?” — and it also contained attacks on such Conservative enemies as Kingsley Amis, Alistair McAlpine and Norman St John-Stevas. Shaw had once been on first-name terms with St John-Stevas but, following the latter’s appointment as Arts Minister, was riled when he found himself required to address him as “Minister” and gratefully wait for meetings “like a papal audience”….Margaret Thatcher was keen that sponsorship should play as great a role as subsidy, and the Arts Council often struggled to justify its own existence. Yet the forces within it were frequently so politically opposed that there was little coherence in policy, and attempts to compensate for Conservative policies resulted sometimes in support for wildly self-indulgent work.
Shaw was sentimental about the arts and the status the Arts Council gave him. “Who can deny,” he wrote, “that to sit in a box at the Royal Opera is a delightful experience — diminished only by twinges of regret that so many of the people one had lived with in the North or the Midlands could not share the delight? Who could fail to be excited by those glamorous annual theatrical dinners and lunches where you saw most of the famous actors you could think of — and talked to several you knew personally?”
Literature, Shaw conceded, was “a problem area”. More specifically, he disliked the Director of Literature, Charles Osborne. “I felt it my duty to try and persuade him to resign and devote himself more fully to the writing and broadcasting from which I had the impression he earned almost as much as his Council salary.”
Reviewing ‘The Arts and the People’, Osborne hit back: “Of the four Secretaries General with whom I worked, he was the only one who tended to wave his politics about like an offensive weapon. If one stood up to his hectoring manner, he could be quite genial. If one did not have the temperament to defend oneself, he could behave like the worst kind of bully.”
Shaw angrily denied that he was Left-wing and obsessed with adult education. He pointed to the occasions when he had advocated the withdrawal of grants to various Left-wing theatre groups. None the less, as Secretary General, he gave his support to the cause of North-West Spanner, a Left-wing alternative theatre company that had its grant removed at the behest of a Right-wing local councillor in 1977.
The resulting furore brought together a coalition of actors, theatre groups and leading intellectuals, who complained of political censorship and succeeded in having the money restored. In a way, it was the political theatre’s only tangible victory of the decade; but it was also a caricature of militant aims.
They had won the right to be employed by their avowed enemies, thus arguing the case for a system they were wholly opposed to. Subsequently, some of Spanner’s actors researched a play set in a hospital and so enjoyed the experience of real work that they became hospital porters…
He also turned his mind to policies for the arts and became an unpaid adviser to Jenny Lee, who, under Wilson, was Britain’s first Arts Minister. When the Conservatives were returned to power, Jenny Lee was replaced by Lord Eccles, who retained Shaw and appointed him an unpaid member of the Arts Council in 1972. Three years later Shaw was appointed Secretary General. ‘Private Eye’ noted the appointment of a “provincial academic” to an “Establishment” position.’
It will not have been a coincidence that Shaw, the ‘provincial academic’ was appointed to an ‘establishment’ position. He was a provincial academic who had spent years working in a region that was the hub of organised sex abuse and had worked in the institutions and settings in which that abuse was a substantial problem. Every Gov’t was concealing the same criminality as it snowballed – Shaw will have proved useful to all of them.
Lord Eccles was the Arts Minister, 1970-73, under Ted Heath. Lord Jack Donaldson succeeded Eccles as Arts Minister and remained there throughout Wilson’s and then Callaghan’s administrations. Jack Donaldson is described as, among other things, a ‘prison reformer’ and an ‘Approved School manager’. Abuse of children in Approved Schools was endemic and I don’t think that Jack was very effective where reforming prisons was concerned. Donaldson was a junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, 1974-76, so he’ll also have been in on the shagfest that was the Kincora Boys’ Home and the lengths that everyone went to in order to conceal that. Donaldson was Chairman of the National Consumer Council, 1968-71. He left the Labour Party to join Dr Death and the gang in 1981.
Donaldson was succeeded as Arts Minister by Norman St John Stevas, (1979-81), who was indulging in the very same activities with under-aged boys as Sir Peter Morrison. St John Stevas was succeeded by Paul Channon, 1981-83, (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’), who was succeeded by Earl Gowrie, 1983-85, who was succeeded by Richard Luce, 1985-90, (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), who was succeeded by David Mellor, 1989-90 – who had previously worked in the Home Office and the Dept of Health – and so it continued.
Every one of these Arts Ministers had previously held responsibilities in which they had concealed serious organised sexual abuse. Which set them up very nicely for presiding over a Ministerial Dept responsible for theatre, arts and music, areas in which the sexual exploitation of young people was rife.
So organised sexual exploitation was being concealed across the political spectrum, by people involved in the Arts from a range of backgrounds with different notions of what the Arts should be, who they should serve and who should fund them. Most ludicrously, on a broader societal scale, sex offending was being concealed by the nations’s moralists as well as by the sexual liberators. Mary Whitehouse or Sir Ian McKellen? Neither was going to help the victims of Dafydd et al.
I enjoy using the phrase ‘Naughtiness In High Places’ because when Thatcher was in Gov’t, Brown’s brother and I read an old Monty Python book which detailed their spoof general election campaign involving the Silly Party, who’s manifesto was ‘destroying industry, raising unemployment and encouraging naughtiness in high places’. We were reading it just after the Cecil Parkinson scandal broke and Brown’s brother observed that the Tories had managed to implement the Silly Party’s manifesto, which left us rolling around laughing for a very long time. ‘Vote Wisely – Vote Silly. You Know It Makes Nonsense’. At that time, Graham Chapman’s penchant for having sex with under-aged boys was known, but no-one in showbiz mentioned a word… Graham was just gay and a zany Python. It might have helped that John Cleese was very friendly with a number of analysts and Top Docs who were concealing child abuse, some of whom were personally known to Dafydd. The John Cleese who featured in a 1987 party political broadcast for the SDP-Liberal Alliance.
This man was mates with some of those who’s signatures are on documents in my possession, detailing serious criminal activity on their own part:
The Lord Owen
Dr Death knew exactly what was happening and he knew that witnesses were locked up in Risley Remand Centre, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and high security hospitals. You, Dr Death, need to cough and now. Dr Death’s former place of employment, St Thomas’s Hospital, served as the home of choice for those at the top of the pyramid of people who were ensuring that Dafydd et al never ever were held to account. Why Peter Hennessey gives Dr Death the time of day even when Hennessey trots around the Lords interviewing clapped out old farts who have caused so much damage I cannot imagine.
From 1977-83 Sir Roy Shaw was Visiting Professor at the Centre for Arts, City University London. Shaw died in Brighton, the location of John Allen’s brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the site of the firebombing which killed the five witnesses in April 1992.
The Guardian’s obituary of Shaw provides us with a bit more information regarding the reach of his tentacles and his self-interest:
‘As a member of the British delegation to the first world conference of culture ministers, in Venice in 1970, he greatly impressed Lord (David) Eccles… Preserving the integrity of bodies such as the Royal Shakespeare Company, capable of box-office successes but needing public support for their core work, was a continual concern. Opera brought out even more vividly what was important to Shaw. After he persuaded local government to match Arts Council funding, English National Opera North opened in Leeds with Saint-Saëns’s Samson et Dalila in 1978; since 1981 it has continued as Opera North. On the other hand, in 1990, after he had left the council, he criticised the Royal Opera House in London as “the least accessible arts institution in Britain”…
Again, he met opposition from the more artistically haughty among the staff and council members, and had at first to turn to the Gulbenkian Foundation for funding. However, the highly successful initiative was soon imitated by other arts organisations and the education department became a valued part of the council’s activities.
Shaw became an organising tutor for the North Yorkshire district of the Workers’ Educational Association. Within a year, Sidney Raybould, who was building a formidably committed extra-mural department at Leeds University, offered him a staff tutorship; he stayed for 13 years. The WEA district secretary, Fred Sedgwick, thought Shaw the best tutor in Yorkshire….[Whilst at Keele University] Shaw set up a fine, wide system, made some notable experiments in workers’ education, as with miners’ families in the village of Silverdale, and vigorously encouraged film and related studies.
‘The Guardian’ mentioned that Sir Roy, despite his Catholicism and his long service on ‘The Tablet’, ‘in the new century’, had ‘his faith’ was ‘shaken by events within the Catholic Church and after a brief period of attending Anglican services he finally ceased his lifelong quest and declared himself agnostic.’
I’m wondering if it might have been the tidal wave of allegations of child abuse that emerged from the Catholic Church ‘in the new century’ that shook Shaw’s faith so much, so he got the hell out of there before investigations began, nipped over to join the Anglicans, who then found themselves under fire in exactly the same way. At which point Sir Roy became an agnostic. I’m sure that there’ll be a group of agnostics somewhere abusing kids, Dafydd caters for a great many people, he’s all things to all men, no-one’s left out.
‘The Times’ also paid tribute to Sir Roy when he died: He arrived with a mission to open up the arts to working-class people, one that almost caused a deputation from the art form directors to the then chairman, Lord Gibson, though not for its socialist principles. Shaw had told them that they were too close to their clients, that they operated too much of an old boys’ network and that they needed to be more “clinically detached”. He avoided the threatened confrontation by talking his new colleagues through his intentions, but for some weeks they sported lapel badges reading, “I am clinically detached”.
I notice that Sir Roy borrowed a Top Docs notion. Top Docs are of course supposed to be ‘clinically detached’, it is supposed to protect them from becoming traumatised in the face of their patients’ suffering and it is also supposed to protect patients from things like sexual exploitation. Dafydd and his mates used the concept to dump patients after they had shagged them and then used it as an umbrella for ever after to refuse to answer questions or complaints etc.
Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketelbey. He was a student at the Royal College of Music, before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. He attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968.
Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-Upon-Thames in 1973 with painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing ‘Barley Splatt’, a neo-Gothic building.
Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Sir Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. Ovenden’s daughter, Emily, is a writer and singer with the Mediaeval Baebes and Pythia.
Ovenden’s nude and semi-nude photographic portraits of young girls were published, as were his photographs of the children’s street culture in London taken in the late 1950s and early 1960s when Ovenden was a teenager. His book ‘Aspects of Lolita‘ contains prints inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel ‘Lolita’. A general monograph of his paintings, drawings, prints and photographs was published. Many other publications also contain his work .Ovenden’s work has also graced the covers of record albums and books. His work is in numerous collections, including the Victoria and Albert Museum, The Tate and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
In addition, Ovenden has curated numerous exhibitions, many featuring his extensive collection of antiquarian photographs. Ovenden and his work have been the subject of broadcasts and films, including ‘Lolita Unclothed’ for the series ‘World without Walls’ (ITV, Channel 4, 1993), ‘Stop The Week’ (BBC Radio 4, 1989), ‘Curious Houses with Lucinda Lambton’ (BBC-TV, 1987), ‘Bats in the Belfy – Home Sweet Home’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Robinson Country: The Painter’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Figures in a Landscape: The Brotherhood of Ruralists‘ (BBC Radio 3, 1983) and ‘Summer With the Ruralists‘, a film produced and directed by John Read for the BBC (1978–79). In 2000, the British Library funded a formal interview with Ovenden as part of its ‘Oral History of British Photography’ series.
In 1980 Ovenden was prosecuted but found not guilty of fraud pertaining to his involvement in the production of hoax calotypes, purportedly images of Victorian street children by a photographer ‘Francis Hetling’. The images were actually taken by Ovenden’s friend, Howard Grey, and re-photographed and printed by Ovenden. Some of the images had been shown at the National Portrait Gallery.
Ovenden’s work has long been been controversial for its depiction of prepubescent girls. In 1991, as ‘States of Grace’ was being published, a set of proofs and a photograph for the book were seized by U.S. Customs and held for over seven months. In Feb 1992, the U.S. Department of Justice claimed that the work depicted ‘sexually explicit conduct’ and therefore was illegal to import, sell or own. During a court hearing one month later in the United States District Court, Eastern District of New York, a federal prosecutor identified page 54 as containing the sole offending image in the book, a substantial retreat from the initial position.
A hearing before Magistrate Zachary Carter was held on 28 May 1992. The hearing was attended by the subject depicted in the allegedly offending image, who was then 18 years of age, as well as the eminent photo-historian and critic, A.D. Coleman. Both witnesses were prepared to testify and gave written statements. The subject of the image on page 54 said:
I have known Graham Ovenden as a family friend for fourteen years – since I was four years old. I have modelled for Graham on numerous occasions – in fact, too numerous to count – for both his photographs and paintings. I have modeled for him both clothed and fully nude, both alone and with other children…. The portrait which the United States has charged as indecent is a portrait of me as I was eight years ago. I am not acting in a sexual way in the picture and Graham never asked me to sexual or treated me as a sexual object. The accusation that the image is ‘obscene’ is, to me, an accusation that I am ‘obscene,’ something to which I take offence.
A.D. Coleman’s prepared statement noted the many artistic qualities of the image which were inconsistent with their being labelled ‘lascivious’. Representatives of the American Civil Liberties Union were also in court to offer their brief and were joined by artists, art critics, administrators and various organizations, in opposition to the Gov’ts attempt to censor ‘States of Grace’.
Ovenden himself attested in writing as follows: ‘Symbolically speaking, we are dealing with feelings of the heart and the human yearning for Edenic simplicity – a state of grace, as it were, where there is neither sin nor corruption. The apple has yet to be eaten. The subject, of course, symbolizes this state in the photograph. At the same time, we see that the attainment of Eden is no easy task: the vulnerability of the child suggests, or rather confirms, the fragility of Eden, as well as its fleeting nature in the face of the concerns of the adult world and the demands of modernity’.
Ovenden may well have believed all this, but it reads curiously like Viz magazine’s art critic’s judgement when 14 yr old Jason hit the big time with ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’.
In the face of the subject’s account of her experience of being photographed by Ovenden, the statements proffered by Ovenden and Coleman and the support of the ACLU and others, the government acknowledged defeat and returned the photograph and the proofs. Two months later the book was imported into the US.
On 21 May 1998, censors in New Zealand classified ‘States of Grace’ as UNRESTRICTED, ie. deemed suitable for all audiences.
On 5 May 2000, the San Diego Public Library announced that it did not consider ‘States of Grace’ (as well as David Hamilton’s ‘Twenty Five Years of an Artist’) to contain child pornography and stated that both Ovenden and Hamilton are ‘contemporary and historically important photographers’ whose work is ‘culturally and artistically significant’. The determination was made in response to a ruling by a San Diego Superior Court judge that a man had photocopied images from those books ‘not for art’s sake but for sexual purposes’. In late Oct 2009, British customs permitted entry of Ovenden’s book, ‘States of Grace’, sent to a customer who purchased it at auction in the US on eBay. The auction price was $350.00.
A year later, in England, some of Ovenden’s photographs were confiscated by the Obscene Publications Squad from Scotland Yard but were returned after a campaign by Lord Jeremy Hutchison, Sir Hugh Casson and David Hockney.
Ovenden’s work ‘Five Girls’ and 29 other images in the permanent collection of the Tate were accessible online until Oct 2009, following the scandal that erupted over a photograph of Brooke Shields as part of the Tate Modern’s 2009 ‘Pop Life’ exhibit.
In 2009 Ovenden was charged with 16 counts of creating ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children and two counts of possessing 121 ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children. The 121 images are all versions or stages of the 16 works and had been deleted from Ovenden’s computer at the time his home was raided in 2006. The images were subsequently undeleted by police. The prosecution argued that these images were ‘indecent’. The defence argued that the works 121 images were temporary stages toward the creation of the 16 works, that those works constitute art and in no event were any of the works created with criminal intent. The Crown did not alleged that the images at issue depict any actual children.
On 22 Oct 2009, after less than two days of trial, the jury was discharged and a new trial date set. On 9 April 2010, after a five-minute hearing, the case was thrown out by the judge as two key prosecution witnesses – police officers who had searched his home three and a half years earlier – failed to appear in court. The police declined to comment and the CPS refused to disclose how much the investigation had cost the taxpayer. Graham Ovenden described the police as ‘totally and utterly transfixed by childhood sexuality’ and himself as ‘a controversial figure and, at the moment, a very angry old man’. The prosecution declined to launch an appeal.
On 19 April 2010, it was reported that the Child Abuse Investigation Team of the Metropolitan Police, the force which had carried out the three and a half-year investigation for the trial, was investigating Ovenden over allegations of child sex abuse. Ovenden said such allegations had been made at the start of the previous investigation and dropped, and that ‘the Metropolitan Police are being very vindictive about this’.
In March 2013, Ovenden went on trial at Truro Crown Court, accused with nine charges of indecency with a child and indecent assault on victims aged between six and 14. He denied the claims. On 2 April, Ovenden was found guilty of six charges of indecency with a child and one charge of indecent assault against a child. The charges came from adults who claimed they had been abused by Ovenden as children. Some of them involved claims that he abused children while they were posing for his pictures. The abuse charges related to incidents between 1972 and 1985. Ovenden was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment, suspended for two years. On 9 Oct 2013 the Appeal Court increased his sentence to an immediate prison term of 27 months.
Following Ovenden’s conviction, the Victoria and Albert Museum removed half of their 14 Ovenden images from its website and the Tate removed 34 of his images from its online collection. In 2015, District Judge Elizabeth Roscoe ordered that Ovenden’s personal collection of paintings and photographs, created by him and others, be destroyed, stating: ‘I have very little doubt that sexual gratification is, at the very least, part of Mr Ovenden’s reasons for making these images’. Ovenden responded to the press, saying: ‘I am a famous artist. I am an equally famous photographer and they are destroying material which has been in the public domain for over 40 years.’
The arguments over whether Ovenden’s images were obscene or not are fascinating, although no-one actually grappled with the fact that one cannot control the imaginations and fantasies of other people and that some people might actually have gained ‘sexual gratification’ from Ovenden’s work – as well as other people’s work – that definitely did not fall within any definition of ‘obscenity’. As a quip in Viz magazine said ‘If I sold nude photos of myself as a baby to paedophiles, would I be prosecuted?’ It is widely believed that Lewis Carroll had quite a thing about pre-pubescent girls, although his illustrations and photos were of children fully clothed. No-one has subjected his work to the purifying flames and I don’t think that they should. The real issue is that Graham Ovenden did abuse at least some children. He might not have abused all the kids who modelled for him and the former child model who gave evidence on his behalf may well have been quite correct that he never abused her and that she never felt abused. But he did abuse some children and there will have been people close to him who knew that his conduct was worrying. None of them spoke up and a lot of very big guns were prepared to do everything possible to ensure that Ovenden’s reputation remained unsullied.
Ovenden lived in Richmond-Upon-Thames until 1973. So he was there whilst the paedophile gang based in Richmond-Upon-Thames with links to Westminster and Whitehall which stretched right across London, to north Wales and to Europe was in operation, a paedophile ring which it is now admitted was protected by the very highest authorities (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). It is believed that some victims and witnesses were killed by that gang.
Graham Ovenden was almost certainly acting in the context of a wider group of child abusers.
Every time that a concern was raised about Ovenden, people’s defence of him was predicated entirely on stressing that he was a Very Important Person and Famous with it. He even said that himself. Then lots of other VIPs and Famous People would be wheeled out to testify to the quality of Ovenden’s work. What no-one did was to concern themselves with whether he was actually abusing children. He was.
Very Important People with Famous Friends seem to be very good at ensuring that the obvious is not asked about their conduct. Should those people be Top Doctors, the sound of other Top Docs screaming ‘but he is a very eminent man’ will drown out all other noise for the next few months. Won’t it Bluglass?
Cilla Black was a ‘star’. She was also a personal friend of a man who, along with his Top Doctor colleagues, was without doubt concealing a pan-European trafficking ring which killed some of the witnesses, the ring which included the Richmond-Upon-Thames contingent. Cilla Black may well not have known that, but we really should never be so naive as to believe that someone with famous friends or in possession of a medical degree cannot be a sex offender, because they can and I can name a few who are.
The state has now entrusted the IICSA – which is supposedly going to uncover the truth about organised child abuse – to the very people who caused the problem: social workers, Top Docs and lawyers. Of course not every member of these professions was actively abusing young people, but those professions have become institutionally corrupt and as a whole they concealed serious organised crime involving the mass sexploitation of vulnerable young people. The extent of the abuse that has been inflicted on people in the care of the state could never have happened if the state had not actively helped the abusers.
There is no point in the IICSA and there is no point in all the Me Tooing and the reassurances of the police that the paedos will be caught and ooh we’re building prisons for elderly sex offenders. You’re all bloody guilty, you knew what Dafydd and co were doing and you let them do it. You haven’t got the answers and all that you are doing is adding insult to injury. Excavate those bodies from the grounds of Denbigh, admit what went on so that people like me and Brown no longer have to be smeared and insulted by a gang of paedophiles and their friends and then bugger off and take Buck House and the House of Lords with you. Particularly Dr Death, the world has had quite enough of him.
Let us take a look at those who so robustly defended Graham Ovenden in 2001.
Jeremy Hutchinson QC was a barrister who stood as the unsuccessful Labour candidate in the 1945 General Election, when he received assistance in his campaign from Tony Benn. Hutchison finally entered Parliament as a life peer in 1978 and eventually voted with the Lib Dems in the years after the SDP broke away from the Labour Party. Hutchison went to Stowe School and then Magdalen College Oxford. He was called to the bar at Middle Temple. So he will have known Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Hutchison was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during WWII and served on the destroyer commanded by Lord Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Hutchison became a recorder of Bath and then a Crown Court judge, 1963-88. Jeremy Hutchison was Vice-Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate; Chairman of the London Historic Museum Trust; and Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts.
Hutchison was born into the heart of the Bloomsbury set, his parents were friends of Virginia Woolf et al. He was involved in some of the most memorable trials of the 20th century. He was a member of the defence team in the 1950 Lady Chatterley trial and he defended ‘Fanny Hill’. He led the defence at the 1965 trial of the art thief Kempton Bunton. Hutchison defended Christine Keeler and the spies George Blake and John Vassall; he defended Brian Roberts, the then Editor of the Torygraph and he defended Duncan Cambell in the ABC trial which was presented as a triumph over the vetting of juries by the security services. Hutchison also succeeded in getting Howard Marks acquitted after he was charged with drug trafficking and successfully led the defence for Michael Bogdanov in the 1982 ‘Romans In Britain’ trial.
The Guardian’s review of Thomas Grant’s 2015 book ‘Jeremy Hutchison’s Case Histories’ commented that Hutchison ‘cherished clients’ who were ‘amiable rogues’. Jeremy Hutchison was a highly entertaining performer in court and he had a following because of his challenges to what was perceived as establishment hypocrisy. However there was a high price paid by some for Jeremy having a laugh in court and some of his rogues were not that amiable. He succeeded in having Christine Keeler cleared on some charges – which in itself sounds great, Christine was a teenaged girl who was being eaten alive by friends of the Royal Family and those in Gov’t – but Hutchison did it by defaming Stephen Ward, who was the ultimate scapegoat in the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Hutchison described Ward as ‘a perverted Professor Higgins’ and demolished his character in court. Yet privately Hutchison admitted that he knew that Ward was not what Hutchison portrayed him to be. Ward died as a result of the fall-out from that court case, allegedly by suicide – there are indications that if Ward did kill himself, he was he was given a good push by someone. ‘The Guardian’ review observed that Hutchison ‘had a job to do and he was very well paid’.
In the early 1990s I remember challenging a CPS prosecutor in Bangor Magistrates Court who knew that she was prosecuting me on the basis of the lies of the Top Doctors. She became very angry and told me not to ‘start on’ her, that ‘she was just doing her job’. Had her job been making cakes and I didn’t like the flavour of her cakes, she’d have had good grounds to tell me where to get off. But she wasn’t – she knew that she was smearing someone who was at the centre of a fit-up attempt by some very serious criminals. There must be SOMETHING in a lawyers code of conduct that allows them in such circumstances to refuse to act, even if they are a jobbing solicitor for the CPS. That was the CPS who did not mount one prosecution even when, after the 1991-93 police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, a file of hundreds of complaints was sent to the CPS.
I don’t know what the name of that lawyer was, but she was first language Welsh, had brownish hair and was pregnant at the time of the case. She sat in Bangor Magistrates Court, along with all the other lawyers in Gwynedd, as a gang of paedophiles fitted up witnesses. They all need to be asked to explain themselves.
As for ‘amiable rogues’ – Dafydd used to joke about being one. This led to Hergest patients taking the piss and making comments such as ‘of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones didn’t murder Mary Wynch’s mother, he was just scrumping apples’. Dafydd could have been scrumping apples as well, but he was running a trafficking gang who were murdering victims. He wasn’t an amiable rogue, he was a dangerous offender.
Howard Marks, that other well-known scrumper whom Hutchison successfully defended, later admitted that he had been guilty of drug trafficking. George Blake admitted to being a spy, so Hutchison had to just go for mitigating circumstances, as he did in the case of John Vassall. Yet John Vassall undoubtedly had information about people in the Admiralty rather grander and more senior than himself who were doing things that they shouldn’t. Vassall was the fall-guy and Hutchison would have known that.
With regard to the ABC trial, that did go down in history as a triumph over the security services and state oppression and it sealed the reputation of the judge involved as being the voice of the common man against state corruption. Which was ludicrous, because the presiding judge was none other than Sir William Mars-Jones, a friend of Dafydd (and Ronnie Waterhouse) and someone who provided a very big umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades.
Jeremy Hutchison’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ was written by Geoffrey Robertson QC, the human rights lawyer who was Hutchison’s junior in the 1982 ‘Romans in Britain’ trial, which was brought by Mary Whitehouse. The trial famously collapsed amidst hilarity after Jeremy Hutchison ridiculed the claim of a witness to have seen a penis on stage during the play. The defence stated that it was an actor’s thumb that had been mistaken for a penis and in court Hutchison positioned his fingers around his groin such that his thumb was in an allegedly penis-like position. The court was entertained, Hutchison won the case and the witness became a national joke. Yet with regard to ‘Romans in Britain’, Robertson mentions that Hutchison disparaged an obviously ‘honest’ witness. It rather seems as though Robertson knew that the witness HAD seen a penis rather than, as Hutchison maintained, a thumb pretending to be a penis.
I was glad when Mary Whitehouse lost the ‘Romans in Britain’ trial because she was the most appalling old hypocrite. Neither would I be bothered if an actor did have his penis out on stage as alleged – it was during a scene in which a rape was being played. But I don’t think that Jeremy Hutchison should have undertaken a massive performance for the court, lied through his teeth and ridiculed a witness if Hutchison knew that the witness was telling the truth.
Geoffrey Robertson QC is the barrister who founded Doughty Street Chambers, which houses Theo Huckle QC, who, when he was Counsel General for Wales, maintained that there was no evidence of negligence in the way in which I had been treated by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’). Theo had copies of the 10,000 documents that I now have. There is documentary evidence of the most serious wrongdoing in the NHS, the social services, the probation service and the courts. In the words of a friend who saw those documents, evidence of ‘serious crime in every agency with whom you had ever had contact’.
Helena Kennedy QC also works at Doughty Street. St Helena is a former colleague of Michael Mansfield and also worked closely with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. One of Helena’s books contains an acknowledgement and a thank you to Eastman (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Nigel Eastman was one of those concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.
Jeremy Hutchison was a very well-connected man – his sister married a member of the Rothschild family and he married the actress Dame Peggy Ashcroft. He lived in London and in Sussex, ‘the heart of Bloomsbury country’. It was also where John Allen owned brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the area where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).
Jeremy’s second wife June, Lady Hutchison, was as impressive as Dame Peggy. June’s biological father was the lover of Coco Chanel, but he was unaware of her conception and subsequently died in a road accient. After her father’s death June’s mother married the 14th Earl of Westmorland and June subsequently inherited a substantial amount of money. June’s first husband was the pianist Franz Osborn, who died in 1958. June’s was a friend of Lady Diana Cooper, the aristocratic socialite who was a friend of Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Diana Cooper was married to Duff Cooper, who served as Britain’s Ambassador to France, 1944-48. During this period, Lady Diana’s popularity as a hostess remained undimmed, even after allegations that the embassy guest list included ‘pederasts and collaborators’. There’s nothing like guests with a bit of integrity is there.
Anyone for one of Dafydd’s parties? I did hear about them, they’re legendary…
Diana Cooper tried to get June and Cecil Beaton together – although it was well-known that Beaton was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ ie gay, Beaton did have heterosexual liaisons as well. He began to take June out, dining with people like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Beaton subsequently proposed to June twice but she turned him down. Meanwhile Rhoda Birley, the widow of the portrait painter Sir Oswald, tried to encourage June to marry Ted Heath. At the same time, June tried to persuade Rhoda to marry Heath herself. Whilst all this unfathomable matchmaking involving Ted Heath was going on, June became genuinely keen on Jeremy Hutchinson – who was married to Dame Peggy – and Jeremy and June began an affair. All the action happened whilst June lived at St John’s Wood – which was where Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived.
‘In her spare time’ – presumably whilst refusing to marry Cecil Beaton and Ted Heath, yet trying to persuade other people to marry Ted Heath and whilst shagging Jeremy Hutchinson – June ‘worked for the mentally handicapped’. She had previously worked as an Angel during WWII.
My post ‘The Old Devils’ details the paedophiles’ friends who ‘worked with the mentally handicapped’ in north Wales, helping them to ‘explore their sexual needs’. Dafydd’s mate Cledwyn Williams was Assistant Director of Social Services, 1983-96, whilst the whole of north Wales was being run for the benefit of Dafydd’s sex trafficking ring. Cledwyn was responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.
Here he is, but I don’t think that I’d want to explore my sexual needs with a man in a cardigan like this, I’d be fumbling with those buttons:
June Hutchison’s friendship with Heath lasted for a decade. It became known to the general public and to some extent provided cover for her more secret relationship with Hutchinson and possibly for a few things that Heath might have been doing. June was quoted as saying that Heath was ‘a wonderful politician, and would make a great leader’. Er, I don’t remember him being that successful as PM actually June. ‘Who governs Britain?’ ‘Not you, we’ve just voted you out’.
The press noticed that June and Ted were ‘near’ each other on skiing holidays in Switzerland; when there were rumours of marriage she remarked: ‘It is much harder at 45 than at 25. One sees so many failures, don’t you think?’ Well one does in the circles that June moved in, but then targeting Ted Heath as a future husband is probably not going to lead to lifelong marital bliss.
Heath accompanied June to the film premiere of ‘The Yellow Rolls-Royce’ in 1965 and to the reception afterwards at Claridge’s. When pressed to comment, Heath replied: ‘We are just very friendly. I don’t think there’s any more to say. She is also a good friend of Mr Anthony Asquith, who directed the film.’ June was a good friend of quite a few other people as well, including Jeremy Hutchison and her mate Diana was a hostess of pederasts.
In July 1965, shortly before Peggy Ashcroft became aware of the affair with Hutchinson (she was soon to cite June in her divorce proceedings), June said of Heath: ‘He has a woman behind him. I am right behind him, urging him on. He’s a most attractive and wonderful man. No woman in her heart could feel otherwise.’
‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.
Years later however, June said that Heath had never so much as held her hand, let alone breathed a word of love.
In May 1966 Hutchinson and June were married. Cecil Beaton, to whom June had confided her decision to marry, wrote a letter of support; Heath was somewhat put out at first, though in 1971, after he became PM, he invited the Hutchinsons to Chequers and showed them his bedroom, telling them that it was not normally the PM’s bedroom, as nothing would induce him to sleep in a room previously occupied by Wilson.
At a summer party given by the American Mrs John Barry Ryan in the 1980s, Heath approached June to enquire, somewhat prematurely, about her plans for Christmas. After he had moved on, a fellow guest – who was aware of the earlier friendship – was eager to hear what June might say. ‘He’s become awfully fat,’ she volunteered, which sounds like the sort of thing that Oscar Wilde would have said if he was asked if he’d had sex with someone. Although being fat was probably the least offensive thing about Ted Heath.
I have discussed Jeremy Hutchison at length not just because I find the subject matter fascinating, but to illuminate the social circle of some of those who have been accused of involvement in organised sexual abuse and who in return have shrieked with indignation that of course they have done no such thing, how very dare you, they are famous and important and their accusers are no more than nutters, druggies or petty criminals. Hutchison and his associates really did not conduct themselves very well at all in their personal lives. It is true that as a barrister Hutchison exposed hypocrisy which is very welcome, but he also concealed the crimes of some powerful unpleasant people whom he knew damn well could use the lower orders in any way in which they wanted, then completely shaft them if they complained and if necessary drive them to suicide or indeed proffer that as an explanation when their victims were found dead. It really is not just all a bit of Bloomsbury fun – it resulted in people trying to murder Brown and me.
As for those shrieking ‘how very dare you’ about this blog, I can only respond with:
Look at my face – am I bovvered?
And if you don’t all start fessing up and indeed shutting up on the ‘how very dare you’ front, I’ll carry on blogging until I’ve evolved into this:
Sir Hugh Casson pitched in with Jeremy Hutchison to defend Graham Ovenden. Sir Hugh Casson was discussed in my post ‘Heart Of Darkness’. He was Director of Architecture for the Festival of Britain, had his own TV series in the 1980s and was President of the Royal Academy. Sir Hugh was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolours. Casson also knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.
David Hockney also defended Ovenden. Hockney is probably the UK’s most well-known 20th century artist. He was born in and grew up in Bradford, but since the mid-60s has spent much time living in California. He owns property in London as well as properties in California. Hockney has been openly gay for years and his name was given to me a long time ago as one high profile artist whom it said was advancing the careers of boys who had been his sexual partners. Hockney established the Hockney Foundation in 2008. In 2012, Hockney was estimated to be worth £36 million.
On the morning of 18 March 2013, Hockney’s 23 year old assistant, Dominic Elliott, died as a result of drinking drain cleaner at Hockney’s Bridlington studio. He had also earlier drunk alcohol and taken cocaine, ecstasy and temazepam. It was reported that Hockney’s partner drove Elliott to Scarborough General Hospital where he later died. The inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure and Hockney was never implicated. In November 2015 Hockney sold his house in Bridlington for £625,000, cutting all his remaining ties with the town.
Scarborough was a town which was effectively run by Jimmy Savile until Savile’s death in 2011. I have been told by two different sources that the medical services in the region have been completely colonised by those involved with child sexual exploitation and the distribution of class A drugs. Both my informants contacted me after they heard that I had uncovered the same situation in north Wales.
Dafydd has had links with Yorkshire for years and used to hold clinics at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds, which was one of Savile’s hang-outs. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was raped by a group of men whilst Savile watched.
My post ‘No-One Is Innocent’ discussed the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’ who use to rent cottages in Cwm Croesor in Merionydd from the landowner Sir Clough Williams-Ellis during the middle years of the 20th century. At least one of their victims was hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a young distressed woman with an inconvenient pregnancy and she did not emerge again until she was an old lady. Bertrand Russell was a friend of this group and Russell too was most enthusiastic about the use of Top Doctors to diagnose schizophrenia in and then deal with members of his family who pissed him off (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Whilst reading about Jeremy Hutchison and his circle, again and again I noticed the names of people who were, or were associated with, those who gathered at Croesor. Very little has been published about them, but the historian Eric Hobsbawm, who rented a second home off Clough for years, wrote a chapter about Croesor in his 2003 autobiography, ‘Interesting Times: A Twentieth Century Life’.
Eric Hobsbawm wrote about the souring of relationships between the English visitors and some of the residents of Cwm Croesor in the late 1970s. The Hobsbawms, like a number of other regulars, finally stopped visiting. Eric Hobsbawm attributed the hostility partly to the rise of Welsh nationalism – but then Hobsbawm and his family were European Jews who watched Hitler come to power, which left him with a loathing of nationalism of any kind. However Hobsbawm told me that he believed that a great deal of the strife at Croesor was related to the possible closure of Croesor School, which was for some reason held up as a beacon of all that was excellent about north Wales. A number of other people told me that the irony was that the school would have closed down many years previously had it not been for a group of enthusiastic English migrants to the area who drove their children a considerable distance to Croesor School, although it was a Welsh-medium school.
Other people told me that the bad feeling was partly because the second homers and visitors were well-off, rather privileged people and that was very noticeable in comparison to the local people, most of whom had very little. I was told by one local person who did like the visitors and was friendly with them that the visitors’ holiday homes were often better than the only residences of the locals and furthermore that Clough was prepared to spend time and money restoring the second homes for his friends in a way that he never did for local people who rented property from him.
The death knell for the summer crowd at Croesor occurred after Clough’s grandson Robin Llywelyn sent letters to the second homers telling them that he was terminating their tenancies – this happened in the late 1970s or thereabouts. There was a great deal of upset, with second homers who had been friends with Robin’s grandfather and tenants for decades feeling very sore. They did have to go, there was no choice, because Robin stated that he would only rent properties to local people. When I first heard about this, it all sounded a little odd. Not just that these were his grandfather’s mates, but that Robin was, I was told, a member of Plaid and greatly concerned about the problems caused by second homes. Which is understandable, but as the second homers pointed out, the cottages that they were living in had been abandoned. Croesor is a lovely village, but there is no employment there, no public transport and one can see abandoned properties in the area all over the place. Young people who grew up in the village told me that it was great there, but they wanted to leave and they did.
Furthermore Robin Llywelyn is from a family belonging to the landed gentry who many Welsh people would consider to be English, although the correct categorisation would be ‘Anglo-Welsh’. Clough himself didn’t really speak Welsh, he was sent to a English public school and he wasn’t expected to mix with the local people. He was posh and that was how posh people of his generation behaved.
Then I was told by several local people who had lived at Croesor that Robin was not quite as concerned for their housing needs as might be presumed. They complained that nothing was ever repaired, that the rents were still top whack and furthermore that Balfour Beatty were managing the estate. At the time, one could see Balfour Beatty notices everywhere in Croesor, that’s who you had to speak to if you wanted to rent somewhere.
Balfour Beatty is a global multinational company and it does not have an unsullied reputation. It has been at the centre of a number of controversies and scandals. In Oct 2005, Balfour Beatty were found guilty of breaching health and safety laws and were fined £10 million for their involvement in the Hatfield rail crash. The crash resulted in the death of four people and injured more than 70. Among the company’s many acquisitions was GMH Military Housing, a US-based military accommodation business, for £180m in Feb 2008.
In March 2009, Balfour Beatty was found to be a subscriber to the Consulting Association, a firm which then prosecuted by the UK Information Commissioner’s Office or breaching the Data Protection Act by holding a secret database of construction workers details, including union membership and political affiliations and six enforcement notices were issued against Balfour Beatty companies. As of Jan 2010, individual workers had started suing the company for being on the blacklist. The first of these cases however, was ruled in favour of the company.
Balfour Beatty was subsequently one of eight businesses involved in establishing the Construction Workers Compensation Scheme in July 2014, though the scheme was condemned as a ‘PR stunt’ by the GMB union and as ‘an act of bad faith’ by Parliament’s Scottish Affairs Select Committee. In Dec 2017, UNITE announced it had issued high court proceedings relating to blacklisting against 12 major contractors including Balfour Beatty.
Er – we’ve got some conflicting loyalties emerging here. UNITE, that proud defender of everything NHS, who wave their credentials in terms of their support for Angels at every opportunity possible, were shafted by the folk who managed Democratic Robin’s country estate.
From what I discovered – perhaps readers could enlighten me if I’ve got this wrong – Robin’s Democracy and Welshness really began to swell his heart in the late 1970s. One thing that I do know is that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed a few of the local people at Croesor and that some of the summer crowd knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. The Croesor summer crowd were an object of fun for some locals, other people watched them as curious and exotic specimens and they were also the subject of a certain amount of gossip, on account of the nudist swimming, extra-marital relationships and various other aspects of their lifestyle which were inconsistent with what one might imagine of Nonconformist north Wales. Bertrand Russell seems to have done some pretty dreadful things to people and he was indeed a sexual predator, but from what I could work out, many of the summer visitors were quite upfront about their Bloomsburyesque habits. They certainly weren’t carrying on like Dafydd and giving lecturers to the Welsh Baptist Union explaining how learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect one against a ‘serious moral collapse’ in later life, whilst they flogged class A drugs and ran a sex trafficking gang (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’).
By the late 1970s, Dafydd and Gwynne were causing ructions. There was such serious mismanagement at UCNW that in 1979 Dafydd Wigley asked Shirley Williams to hold a public inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s running of the college. It was in 1979 that Dafydd Alun Jones illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and the spotlight was upon north Wales once more. Dafydd and the paedophiles really didn’t need that because business was booming, Dafydd’s associates had opened children’s homes right across north Wales and the homes were all part of the same trafficking organisation. Dafydd Wigley will have known all about it, despite his request to Shirl. Shirl knew about it as well. North Wales was having to deal with the massive problems caused by the Westminster Paedophile Ring but no-one dared admit that was what was at the root of so much of the rot.
Gwynedd County Council and elements in Plaid were making electioneering capital out of issues such as independence for Wales, second homes, the Welsh language and the closure of small schools. These are important issues, but whereas Plaid were happy to flag them up, the havoc caused by a paedophile gang operating across the whole region was ignored, or blamed on other factors. Down in south Wales, the Windbag was basing his future leadership bid on his opposition to devolution and attributing the problems in the schools in Gwynedd to the Welsh language policy of Gwynedd County Council. The Windbag forgot to mention that the real problem was a gang of child abusers – probably because his wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and her parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, one of the people who had covered up for Dafydd and Gwynne for years. And of course everyone remained busy ignoring George Thomas’s molesting of children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).
After about 1977, no-one expected Labour to win another election, it was taken as read that Thatch would be PM. Peter Morrison was by then the Tory MP for Chester and had been one of Thatcher’s key supporters for the leadership after Heath had been shoved out. Morrison was also abusing kids in care in north Wales and this was quite widely known. Morrison was being protected by, among others, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. His fortune was worth about £9 billion and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the strategies that he was using not to pay income tax on it. I’m fairly sure that I read that Grosvenor left the Conservative Party after tax changes were either proposed or implemented that would result in Grosvenor having to stump up. People with a great deal of wealth do tend to like to hang onto it. Particularly if they own family estates – it’s not just about the dosh then, it’s also about their history and their children’s inheritance.
Just imagine what would have happened to Democratic Welsh Robin if Thatcher’s Gov’t had fallen as a result of a scandal involving one of her friends and Ministers sexually abusing children in care in north Wales. A Labour Gov’t would have taxed the arse off Democratic Welsh Robin. Some of those free-living bohemians whom Democratic Welsh Robin had booted off of his estate were privileged in comparison with local people, but they were a load of old lefties who were involved with anti-nuclear and other radical causes. Some of them were also famous – E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm were regulars in magazines like ‘The New Statesman’ and ‘Marxism Today’.
There was someone else who lived down in Croesor as well long ago who might well have found out what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing – he was a young American who was a draft-dodger and had come to the UK to avoid Vietnam. He ended up with the radicals down in Croesor and I was told that he stayed there for quite a long time. He later became a US Senator. Some of the draft-dodgers did pretty well for themselves didn’t they Bill?
‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’
Oh yes you did!
‘There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures.’
Really? Just go and ask that Senator… He could hardly have forgotten this:
The first time that I saw D.G.E. Wood literally blanch was following the row when I complained about Gwynne and after Brown had his first article published in the ‘Journal Of Radical Philosophy’ – I told Wood that Brown was thinking of writing for ‘Marxism Today’… I attributed Wood looking like death to being dim and a ‘Daily Mail’ reader – which he was, I am not simply saying that to insult Wood, he did like his ‘Daily Mail’. That’s the ‘Daily Mail’ that was unbelievably offensive about Eric Hobsbawm after he died and of course who also put the boot into Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband when he died. Ralph Miliband was mates with Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and the New Left contingent. Ralph had also worked at Leeds University and I bet that he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well, particularly as Ed’s Uncle Harry – who’s passion for the NHS was enough to move Ed to tears every time that Ed remembered Uncle Harry – Ralph’s brother-in-law, was a Top Doctor at Tommy’s whilst his colleagues, some of whom were mates with Dafydd, concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring.
After Ralph Miliband died, the ‘Daily Mail’ published their famously insulting article about him, entitled ‘The Man Who Hated Britain’. One of the men who hated Britain so much that he ensured that not a word was ever published about the rot at the heart of the British establishment that led to people being murdered to keep a lid on the barrel of shit that is the Westminster Paedophile Ring was Paul Dacre.
Paul Dacre has just announced his intention to resign as the Editor of the ‘Daily Mail’. On the ‘Today’ programme two days ago, those wonderful old Glendas Ann Leslie and Polly Toynbee were arguing the toss about how much good or otherwise Dacre had done the nation as a publisher of bigoted bile. Ann thought that Dacre was great ‘but his language is terrible’. ‘Private Eye’ refers to Dacre as ‘the double cunting Dacre’ on the grounds that Dacre often strings the c word together when he’s really riled. He hadn’t better do that in front of Dafydd, all I did was call Dafydd a wanker and Dafydd used this as evidence that I was not ‘mentally normal’ and dangerous to boot and then Bluglass agreed. On another occasion I said ‘bugger’, so Dafydd rang the police and reported me.
I don’t know whether Dafydd has ever scene the film ‘Wish You Were Here’, but the scene in which the batty old psychiatrist has the piss taken out of him by a swearing teenager pretty much described Dafydd’s interactions with his own patients.
Poll maintained that Dacre had left nought but a legacy of racism and sexism, but Ann Leslie laughed like a drain and told Poll that the Daily Mail’s campaigns had been rather more successful than the Guardian’s campaigns. Neither of the Glendas has ever published on the deaths of kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales. The Sindie, ‘The Observer’ and ‘Private Eye’ went there of course in 1992 and were successfully sued by one of the police officers who was abusing the kids in care.
Since the double cunting Dacre announced his intention to resign, it has been stated that the next editor of the ‘Daily Mail’ will be another man who might well hate Britain enough not to publish anything about Dafydd, but we’ll have to wait and see – the next Editor will be Geordie Greig. Geordie Greig is a member of White’s club. Other members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William and Norman Lamont. Sir Peter Morrison was a member, as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. David Cameron was a member of White’s until 2008 when he resigned because White’s refused to admit women. Cameron’s father Ian had been a member for donkey’s years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?
Greig is the Editor of the ‘Mail On Sunday’. He previously worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ and has also been the Editorial Director of ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and ‘The Independent’. Greig might well have been Editorial Director of The Indie and the Sindie when they published the article naming Gordon Anglesea as a child abuser which caused Anglesea to sue them and win nearly £400k damages. In 2016 Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of kids in care in north Wales. My posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ detail why I think that George Carman QC, who acted for the newspapers against Anglesea, threw the trial. It wasn’t long before that trial that the five witnesses were killed by the firebomb in Brighton. Weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys, who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.
Geordie Greig’s sister was a Lady-in-Waiting to Diana.
If Mr Greig wants to stay alive, perhaps he’d better keep away from tunnels and be very careful what he publishes. He’s going to have to be another man who hates Britain.
The Croesor lefties could have caused havoc if they’d gone public about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not only would Democratic Welsh Robin have received a great deal of very unwelcome publicity, but his bank balance would have suffered as well.
Democratic Welsh Robin runs the family business, which is of course Portmeirion Ltd. The most famous branch of the business is the Italianate village which Clough built and where the 1960s TV series ‘The Prisoner’ was filmed, but there’s also the shops, the hotel, the restaurant and the other restaurant. Everything related to Portmeirion is really very nice, but it is rather expensive. Very expensive. Well beyond the pockets of the local people…
Democratic Welsh Robin holds a rock festival every year, Festival No 6. Like everything Portmeirion, it is expensive and many of the visitors are affluent people from England. In 2012 Festival No 6 was particularly proud to headline a local boy made good – Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, who made it big with the Super Furry Animals, just as the investigations into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, who was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang caused havoc in Gwynedd children’s homes. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Social Services for Gwynedd. Read all about Ioan’s son’s rise from a schoolboy who practised his music with his friends in the village where I used to live – as people tried to set fire to my house – to international superstar, in my post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.
I’ll just remind readers here that a Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker was appointed sometime in the late 60s/70s and he lived in the Croesor area. This was presented as a triumph for democracy, because the poor sods targeted for incarceration and lobotomy by Dafydd and Gwynne could now be ‘assessed’ in their first language. Which is important, but if the person speaking your first language is working for Dafydd and Gwynne – who were also first language Welsh – and he’s helping them run a sex trafficking ring, you are still going to be in very deep water.
Democratic Welsh Robin is Director of the family charity, the Susan Williams-Ellis Foundation. The Foundation states that it makes grants to organisations including those concerned with ‘community development/employment/children/young people…’
Python fans will remember the Tale of Brave Sir Robin, who ran away.
As well as all the witnesses who can provide first hand accounts of Dafydd’s atrocious conduct, many years ago Dafydd declared himself to be a psychopath and discussed his psychopathology live on the radio. I missed this, but a lot of other people heard it, including Jackie Ehlen, the north Wales forensic psychiatry nurse who knows the truth behind the death of Dorothy Griffiths, the patient who’s body was found in a bathroom at Ysbyty Gwynedd and at whose inquest NHS staff told a pack of lies (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Jackie Ehlen was used by the paedophile gang to deal with all those dangerous patients who had complained about Dafydd. Jackie was up late one night, listening to the James Whale Radio Show when Dafydd rung in and talked about himself being a psychopath. James Whale interviewed him live.
James Whale presented that show in the late 1980s. So whilst the world called Alison and me liars and our complaints remained either uninvestigated or were investigated by the likes of Robert Bluglass who then used the process as an excuse to make serious unfounded allegations against us, whilst the dead bodies of patients and kids in care were turning up everywhere and while everyone reassured everyone else that there were ‘no concerns’ in north Wales, Dafydd rang up James Whale and made a confession.
But then Jimmy Savile wrote about making an arrangement with the police to allow him to sexually use a teenaged runaway in his autobiography.
The James Whale Radio Show was produced by Yorkshire TV. In June 1989 Yorkshire TV approached Alison Taylor with a view to making a film about child abuse in north Wales and in Sept 1989 Alison was filmed extensively by Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned their programme about abuse in north Wales. Although Dafydd had rung them in the early hours and fessed up.
Dafydd was often up and about all night. He crashed into police stations and even into the North Wales Hospital at midnight to see me and a former social worker admitted that Dafydd would turn up to conduct ward rounds at 3 am. He would answer his phone at any time of the night – which certainly entertained Hergest patients when they wanted a bit of fun – lest it was a celebrity criminal ringing, in need of extraction from trouble.
Here are the key characters from ‘Open All Hours’:
One of those who ran the paedophile gang for Dafydd and Lucille was called Glanville rather than Granville.
No wonder Thatch relied upon the services of Dafydd to keep her in power, she had a thing about grocer’s shops.
‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved anything other than professionally and in his patients’ best interests.’
So ‘no-one knew’ where Dafydd was when he didn’t turn up to his clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd, despite him being Open All Hours? Well we service users knew where he was. Sometimes he was at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds and sometimes he was in the south of France ‘with a GP friend’. Because we were ringing him up when he was there. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where kids in care were taken ‘for holidays’. One day Dafydd started mocking us when he was in France and telling us that as penniless service users we really couldn’t afford to go ringing him in the south of France on his mobile, Dafydd being one of the first in Wales to acquire a mobile. Well I’ve got news for Dafydd. Those calls to France cost us bugger all, because the phone box in Rachub was malfunctioning. All we had to do was put the first few 2 ps in and then it kept us connected for as long as we wanted.
Some more Bangor University staff who will know the details of the dirty tricks used by Prof Fergus Lowe to hold all the collaborators with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel:
Dr Kevin Mundy aka the Fat Controller. Mundy was Fungus’s right hand man for years. Mundy was the henchman and was so often employed to do Fungus’s dirty work that a lot of people thought that Kevin Mundy was Fungus. Fungus was small and bald and used to sneak around incognito, whereas Kevin Mundy was big and aggressive and would be the one glowering in people’s faces up close and personal. Mundy was described to me as an ‘evil bastard’ and was Head of the euphemistically titled Planning Dept in Bangor University. The Planning Dept was colloquially called the House of Black Arts and it was known to be the place where wicked deeds were formulated by Fungus which would then be carried out by Mundy and his sidekick, the Poison Dwarf. I didn’t know the Poison Dwarf’s real name, he was Michael someone – he was even smaller than Fungus, but ginger. He was Musical, so often used to wear a bandana around his head, even with his suit when he was on Official Intimidating Business. I was told that the Poison Dwarf learnt all he knew at the knee of the Fat Controller and that the Fat Controller learnt all he knew ‘at the tit of Fungus’.
Dr Mundy will be delighted to know that Bangor University staff derived much entertainment from his role as a leading light and a preacher in a church in Bangor. I could hardly believe it when I was told, so someone showed me the video clips of the Fat Controller leading the singing and shaking the maracas at a ‘happy clappy’ church in Upper Bangor. It was fantastic, but we never knew how he had time to do it all as well as put Fungus’s wickedness into practice. The Fat Controller didn’t just sing and shake the maracas, he was writing prayers and holding group meetings, the lot.
So perhaps the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf would like to provide details of how Fungus was going to use his contacts with influential people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles to fit the Vice-Chancellor up for a criminal offence – after ‘blackening his name’ – whilst the VC was away from the University caring for his terminally ill wife, who didn’t survive the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre, although a member of the paedophile gang survived a very similar illness at the same time and she was treated by the same Top Doctors. I heard from some Fungus acolytes about how everyone could forget about the VC now, because Fungus was going to be the only one who mattered. Oh and would Fungus’s Cunning Plan have been related to the theft of my computer by the brother-in-law of John McTernan, Blair’s policy adviser?
In the light of just how serious matters were and the number of people in high places – like Gov’t – who were involved, if the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf know anything about the letters from my lawyer which were opened before they arrived in my pigeonhole and were then even opened by someone in the Royal Mail when I had them sent to my house instead, please do tell. What about the obstacles and wires that were put across the end of my drive by someone who knew that I usually left the house before dark and would have driven straight into them, had I not been delayed that morning?
Then there was the violent attack on a woman in the grounds of my old Dept – it seems that the meathead who did that thought that he was assaulting me, but he got the wrong person.
Another accomplice of Fungus’s could also explain the background to his orders from Fungus to intimidate my PhD supervisor’s wife out of her job at the University – the accomplice in question being one Prof Lew Hardy, a specialist in sports science and ‘coaching elite athletes’, a serial shagger of postgrads and all round dickwit. You big idiot Hardy, you were doing the work of someone who was concealing a paedophile gang. Explain that to your ‘elite athletes’ who are beating a path to your door to receive your pearls. I presume that it was another dodge between you and Fungus that led to that much-boasted about grant that you landed not so long ago on the basis of your ‘excellence’.
Lew Hardy was a colleague of Dave Brailsford’s dad – the Dave Brailsford of ‘Team Sky’, ‘what doping in sport, of course I know nuzzing’. You all knew about a bloody gang of sex traffickers, it’s how the collection of mediocrities that is you managed to get so far, it certainly wasn’t on ability.
There are now so many stories in the media about miracle cures for cancer and dementia and explanations of how the NHS needs so much more money that I am no longer bothering to read them. However I did manage to read ‘The Daily Telegraph’ letters page earlier this week. I always enjoy reading what the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts have to say as they write in from Barking-in-the-Marshes. So imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find a letter from a Sir Bufton or a Sir Herbert, but I did find a whole load of letters from public-spirited Torygraph readers writing in with their Top Tips with regard to saving the NHS money in these times of austerity. There were the usual suggestions concerning the importance of returning crutches that one has been issued with, but there were a few more imaginative plans as well. It’s good of the Torygraph readers to try to help, but somehow I fear that their efforts will be lost in the face of the millions that are being siphoned off into the pockets of Dafydd and his friends; blown on IT systems which cost billions, which everyone knows will never work but the contract can’t be cancelled because it’s a friend of someone in New Labour who owns the company; the millions squandered on management consultancy fees because the highly paid managers can’t do their jobs, so the Trust has to pay the former managers who were just as hopeless but who took early retirement and have now set up their own consultancy to come in and ‘advise’; the fortune being paid on agency nurses because the Angels can then work on the same ward for double the money and the Trust managers and a few politicians own the agency, so it’s win-win all around; then there’s the ‘ground breaking research’ which will be delivering the cure for cancer/dementia or identifying the ‘gene for schizophrenia’ within the next few months.
Just make sure that those sodding patients don’t cause ‘a rise in demand’ which will ‘push the NHS into crisis’…