The Banality Of Evil

I have previously detailed how bare-faced lies were documented about me and other patients by the mental health services in north Wales and a perusal of our records demonstrated quite clearly that on numerous occasions the staff were well aware that they were documenting fallacies, just as they cheerfully perjured themselves in attempts to secure convictions against patients who had made serious complaints. My recent posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ provided accounts of how serious complaints that I made were simply never investigated yet various managers then wrote to me telling me that their investigations had not upheld my complaints; how managers either ignored correspondence from the Mental Health Act Commission or lied to Commissioners; how patients were repeatedly lied to when they attempted to follow up complaints and were told that accounts provided by third parties who had witnessed wrongdoing had not been received whilst those accounts were lying in files with instructions not to reply to the witnesses; how the solution for dealing with patients who produced evidence of serious wrongdoing was to serve them with High Court injunctions preventing them from writing repeatedly to follow up complaints and then to prosecute them and declare that representation from those patients could be ignored because they were, after all, lying criminals.

In ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ I provided details of documentation in my medical records that was fairly obviously forged, amended at a later date or at the very least not compiled on the dates given.

The staff of the mental health services in north Wales were characterised not only by their callous, brutal treatment of patients but by their callous, brutal treatment of each other – I have given previous examples of staff being unfairly dismissed, having nervous breakdowns, committing suicide and the claims of one female member of staff who worked with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team leaving the area after she was sexually assaulted by one of her male colleagues following her complaint of workplace bullying. The culture within the health and welfare sector in north Wales was – and remains -toxic.

So here are a few more gems from the records that my lawyers managed to obtain after the mental health services unlawfully witheld them for the best part of 25 years and a few more names of people who knew just how serious the criminality was and who should now be speaking to the police.

 

On 7 Jan 1991 a Debra Lewis made a note regarding me phoning Gwynedd Health Authority and telling her that I had been told by my colleagues in London that a sleazy looking person had turned up saying that he had come to serve court papers on me. I remember this well – I was working in London but had gone away for a few days and my colleagues and my house mates in London contacted me to say that a rather dodgy man in possession of a stack of papers was looking for me. I presumed that it would be something to do with Gwynedd Health Authority – the bailiffs used by the courts often looked as though they were on their uppers – so I rang in order to find out what was happening. Gwynedd Health Authority told me that they had no idea what I was talking about so I rang Hempsons, the MDU solicitors. Hempsons refused to discuss anything at all with me. Debra Lewis’s note explained that the seedy looking man was indeed in pursuit of me after Gwynedd Health Authority had ordered him to serve papers on me, but she explained in her note how everybody was to lie to me and profess complete ignorance of what was happening. So what was the outcome of this stupidity? Well the sleazy man tracked me down to where I was staying – with relatives in the west country, so I presume that once more someone had unlawfully accessed a confidential database in order to find those details, because I hadn’t given them to anyone – and the sleazebag served the papers on a relative of mine. Unlawfully. When the seedy old bailiff realised that the person to whom he’d just handed the bundle wasn’t me, he panicked…

Why everybody felt obliged to lie to me about this I do not know. I wasn’t trying to escape the country, I was trying to find out what on earth was going on. But it was business as usual – a stream of lies, the telling of which was faithfully recorded in the records that these people unlawfully refused to hand over every time that I or my lawyers requested them.

In the early months of 1991 I finally got so fed up of the threats, the harassment and being bullied out of jobs when it was discovered that I had dared take on Dafydd and the paedophiles that I sought a barrister’s opinion. I was told that I had a case against the NHS for false imprisonment and trespass to the person. What happened over the next few months was exactly what happened on the two occasions since when I have tried to begin legal action against the mental health services – crucial papers disappeared and then even the lawyers did as well. One barrister in north Wales who provided his opinion but after which everything inexplicably fizzled out – Wyn Williams – was married to a psychiatric nurse in the Ablett Unit. The senior psychiatrist in the Ablett Unit at the time was Dr Neil Davies. Who was Dafydd’s colleague at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and was involved in falsely imprisoning me….

On 22 March 1991 Alun Davies wrote to Tracey Jones, a lawyer employed by AJ Beale – the legal firm in the Welsh Office who also employed the corrupt lawyer Andrew Park who documented that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Tony Francis (Dr X) were lying about my alleged assaults on people but was happy to begin proceedings against me nonetheless – re my proposed action against Gwynedd Health Authority for false imprisonment and trespass to the person. Davies explained to Tracey Jones that Gwynedd could not be held responsible because it was Clwyd Health Authority who managed the North Wales Hospital and held Dafydd’s contract. Davies had failed to explain that although Dafydd was employed by Clwyd, he held clinics in Gwynedd and had beds at Ysbyty Gwynedd – and that I had been unlawfully detained in Ysbyty Gwynedd and told by Tony Francis that Dafydd was now my doctor. It was indeed in Ysbyty Gwynedd where I first encountered Dafydd. Furthermore, I had been unlawfully arrested in Ysbyty Gwynedd no less – on the orders of Dafydd – and then been taken to the North Wales Hospital, where I had been held illegally. The North Wales Hospital was used for patients from Gwynedd and Clwyd. So Gwynedd were pretty bloody culpable but began wriggling desperately when I mentioned legal action.

On 23 April 1991 Alun Davies wrote to Tracey Jones to confirm that Dr Neil Davies was the RMO for Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital, where I had been illegally imprisoned. Davies also admitted that Dafydd  ‘still provides a service to Gwynedd’.

On 20 May 1991 Alun Davies writes to Mrs T.L. Jones – who as far as I can work out is the Tracey Jones to whom Davies had written just days previously in AJ Beale’s firm, but who was now working for DG Lambert, Solicitor, Crown Buildings, Cathays Park. DG Lambert was obviously another legal firm working for the Welsh Office, but I don’t know why they were involved at that point, particularly as Andrew Park of AJ Beale’s company had not gone anywhere. Park continued to send me threatening letters and ‘advise’ the paedophiles’ friends as to how to secure convictions against me. Davies explained to Tracey Jones the latest problem that he had with me – that I had now written to Huw Thomas, the General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority. Tracey came up with the usual solution and wrote back to Davies telling him that she would write to me and threaten me with court action if I did not stop writing to Gwynedd Health Authority.

In spring 1991, under John Major’s NHS modelled on business principles, the idiot Davies was no longer styled as ‘Priority Services Administrator’, but was now ‘Business, Planning and Contracts Manager’. Such was the fuckwittery of every NHS reorganisation – the same old crooks and fools were left in place and given new job titles. Older readers will remember the Tories ‘internal market’ which they imposed upon the NHS. Ooh yes, GPs and managers would be able to buy services from the best provider, thereby increasing patient choice and enabling patients to ‘shop around’ for the best care. What happened in north Wales? Hilarious, Gwynedd Health Authority took out full page adverts in the local papers explaining that they would be buying mental health services from – Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital! How Brown and me laughed. Here’s your choice under the Tories’ internal market – Dafydd and the paedophiles. Again.

When I mentioned this to the fat fool Davies, he snapped at me that in north Wales there wasn’t any choice. Yes, I had noticed – I escaped to London and was still told that Dafydd was my doctor. Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School told me to go back to north Wales for ‘care’, even though Eastman had been told by his colleague Dr Robin Jacobson that Dafydd had described me as ‘attractive and seductive’, that Dafydd ‘had a soft spot for me’ and that Jacobson had noticed that Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘lost their boundaries’ (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Escaping from Dafydd trying to get his leg over? We’ll say nothing about the perjury taking place in an attempt to imprison you and when the case collapses we’ll send you back to Dafydd whilst telling everyone that you’re the dangerous one…

‘There was no evidence of any criminal conspiracy in north Wales with people outside of the region in order to conceal sexual abuse.’

The criminal conspiracy of course had begun back in 1987, when Dr James Earp of the Towers Hospital Leicester had colluded with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Gwynedd Social Services after the first time that I had been unlawfully detained and exposed to Dafydd’s highly inappropriate conduct (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

What else happened in the early months of 1991? My friend who worked at the Royal Television Society who knew what had happened to me in north Wales and who wanted to make a documentary about it was unlawfully dismissed and blacklisted – her husband who worked at the BBC was told by his boss that they would make sure that he ‘never worked in this town again’. He was transferred to Manchester and made redundant some months later. Another friend of mine from our Bangor days who was working for a pharmaceutical company in Kent found that he was driven  out of his job as well. Brown discovered that his colleagues had been told by someone that ‘he could not be trusted around children’. Then the workplace harassment of Brown at Aston University began in earnest.

The other thing that happened in early 1991 was that my solicitor – who was amazingly supportive – had done his best to secure what he thought would be an independent second opinion in the face of the constant charges brought against me by the north Wales mental health services. My solicitor found someone called David Mawson who was certainly pleasant and friendly and didn’t conduct himself in the manner of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Doctors Who Disappeared From The Medical Register’), but I have now found out that Dr Mawson knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles and like absolutely everybody else he was not going to say a word about their criminal activities. Everyone took the same view – the solution here is to stress that it is the patients who are the problem not a bunch of professionally qualified gangsters who are into serious organised crime. Documents in my possession show that Alun Davies and Tony Francis (Dr X) made it their business to contact David Mawson without my or my solicitor’s knowledge or consent and ask him what he was going to say in his report….

 

Documents in my possession show that after they feared that I was going to sue, Gwynedd and Clwyd simply sent letters back and forth to the lawyers in the Welsh Office in which everybody claimed that it wasn’t them who had been responsible for my unlawful arrest and detention. The Welsh Office’s solution? Threaten me with legal action to stop me writing to anyone. Meanwhile, crucial evidence – such as the identity of Ann Williams, the one honest social worker who was a key witness (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) and documentation – was witheld.

I suspect that it might have been at about this time that Alun Davies et al forged the documentation that I detailed in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’. Gwynedd Health Authority knew that if I began legal action against them at some point, documentation could be extracted by a High Court order – as indeed it was many years later – and all would be revealed. So a load of paperwork was compiled to make it look as though legal procedures had been followed in 1988-89 when Professor Robert Owen (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) at the Welsh Office conspired with Professor Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry to conceal the wrongdoing of Dr Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services and Dafydd (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

 

By the spring of 1991 the authorities were having great trouble convincing everyone that something terrible was not happening in north Wales. Former residents of children’s homes were being found dead at an alarming frequency and some members of staff of the children’s homes had been convicted of violent and/or sexual assaults on children. There had been many more allegations of abuse which had been dismissed as untrue. From spring 1991 matters snowballed.

In May-June 1991, the by now sacked Gwynedd social worker Alison Taylor took her allegations that children in care were being abused to Wrexham Councillor Dennis Parry. On 10th June 1991 Wrexham Labour Councillors Dennis Parry and Malcolm King held a crisis meeting with John Jevons, the Director of Social Services for Clwyd County Council. On 17th July 1991 a letter was sent to the Chief Constable of North Wales stating that there were allegations circulating that a paedophile ring was in operation in the children’s homes of north Wales. On 30th July 1991 yet another member of staff of the children’s homes in north Wales was convicted of rape and indecent assault.

On 2nd August 1991 the North Wales Police launched an investigation into Clwyd children’s homes. In Sept Wrexham Councillor Dennis Parry contacted ‘The Independent’ newspaper, alleging a North Wales Police ‘cover up’. On 19 Sept 1991 Dennis Parry met journalist Dean Nelson at a London hotel and on 26 Sept 1991 HTV screened a film outlining complaints about Nefyn Dodd, the manager of the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor. On 12 Oct Dean Nelson met Alison Taylor at her home in Bangor and on 7 Nov 1991 ‘The Independent’ newspaper formally commissioned Dean to report on the North Wales allegations.

On 14 Nov 1991 police warned Alison Taylor about ‘contacting witnesses’. On 30 Nov Frank Beck, the Leicester social worker and associate of Greville Janner, received three life sentences for the abuse of children in his care. There were links between the Leicester gang and the gang in north Wales… On 1 Dec 1991 the ‘The Independent on Sunday’ published an article about child abuse in North Wales. North Wales Police merged the Clwyd and Gwynedd child abuse inquiries on 2 Dec 1991 and on 6 Dec two former kids in care in north Wales launched a joint compensation claim against Clwyd County Council.

 

So who in high office presided over this carnage? The Secretary of State for Wales during this time was none other than this blog’s friend David Hunt who had already loyally served the paedophiles’ friends for years (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

The Secretary of State for Health was William Waldegrave and the Secretary of State for Social Security was Tony Newton. Alison Taylor had previously written to Newton on 28 Feb 1988 and described a brutal assault that she had witnessed on a child in care.

 

The havoc and concerns in north Wales continued throughout 1992. Two former residents of north Wales children’s homes Heath Kelvin Jones and Barry Williams were found dead in their bedsits/flats. In Jan and Feb Dean Nelson continued seeking evidence regarding the paedophile gang in north Wales.

On 15 March 1992 police arrested sixteen men and one woman in dawn raids in and around Wrexham. All but one of these had once worked at Bryn Estyn. ‘No child pornography’ was found and there was ‘no evidence’ of any paedophile ring. By the end of that day the police had no alternative but to release twelve of the sixteen without bringing any charges. Of the four that remained – Stephen Norris, Peter Howarth, Paul Wilson and David Birch – only Norris made any admissions.

On 9 April 1992 John Major won the General Election. Just days later, Adrian Johns died along with Mabel Roberts, Paul ‘Tony’ Jones, Tim Sharpe and Andrew Manners when a firebomb was thrown into a building where a party was taking place in Brighton. Two people – AIDS counsellor Mabel Roberts and Andrew Manners – died from multiple injuries trying to jump to safety. Seven people managed to escape by clambering down a drainpipe at the back of the building. One, Tim Sharpe, fell to his death after losing his grip. Several people were impaled on the spiked railings as they jumped to safety from the upstairs windows. Adrian Johns, 32, and another man, Paul ‘Tony’ Jones, 33, remained trapped in the flat and died of smoke inhalation. Their bodies were so badly charred that they had to be identified by dental records. A number of those caught in the fire had been in care in north Wales. Days later the man who allegedly confessed to starting the fire was found dead. One survivor claimed that witnesses to the abuse of children in north Wales were being murdered. This man was later found dead after giving evidence at one of the trials of John Allen. For full details of the fire and its aftermath, see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’.

On 13 Sept 1992 a story about the abuse of kids in care in north Wales was published by ‘The Observer’. On 17 Sept Mark Humphreys and Steven Messham appeared on TV and accused Gordon Anglesea of abusing them whilst they had been in care in north Wales. Carl Holden watched them at home on television and then telephoned the BBC. During Oct-Nov 1992 Carl Holden was visited by BBC journos and on 30 Nov the BBC filmed Carl Holden accusing Gordon Anglesea of abuse.

Anglesea subsequently sued HTV, ‘Private Eye’, ‘The Observer’ and the Indie on Sunday for libel and in 1994 was awarded nearly £400k damages (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). Shortly after giving evidence at the trial, Mark Humphreys was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in which he lived in Wrexham. In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of children in care in north Wales.

 

So I was interested to discover from my medical files that on 12 Nov 1992 Alun Davies wrote to Rob Evans, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services, demanding that an approved social worker should be allocated for the specific purpose of being on hand to ‘assess’ me, because they never knew when I might require sectioning under the Mental Health Act. Who did Davies ask to perform this service? A Terence James, as recommended by Tony Francis.

Terence James was one of Dafydd’s mates. Whilst I was in the North Wales Hospital being unlawfully imprisoned and threatened, Dafydd called upon the services of Terence James to section me – after I had been unlawfully arrested and held for three weeks. So why did Dafydd need to do this? Because the next day I was due to appear at Bangor Magistrates Court on a charge of assaulting a junior doctor. I was pleading not guilty because I hadn’t assaulted him – unbeknown to me, the doctor himself had admitted this and the charges were going to be formally withdrawn but no-one told me that. Dafydd and the paedophiles’ knew though and thus sectioned me the day before I was due to appear in court. So I was taken in the clutches of Angels across to Bangor Magistrates Court, told when I arrived that the charges had been dropped – and was taken straight back to the North Wales Hospital because Terence James had sectioned me the night before. James had sectioned me on the grounds that I was suicidal – he agreed with the charge nurse Mike Williams that the atmosphere on Bryn Golau Ward was ‘difficult and oppressive’ and that was why I had become suicidal. So there was only one answer – I had to stay in the ‘oppressive’ atmosphere which had made me suicidal….Just to emphasise how important it was for me to stay banged up, Dafydd contributed his ha’porth – I was ‘excitable and potentially dangerous’. Which is hardly consistent with being depressed and suicidal, but when did coherent thought ever have a role to play with this lot? For details of the conflicting evidence, the lies and the fuckwittery, see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE ‘.

When I was in Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital, because the paedophiles’ friends were indulging in their usual practice of refusing to identify themselves, every time that I found out who one of them actually was, I made a note of it. I had a list of the guilty parties on a sheet of paper on my pillow. One day it disappeared. Just like that. However, I’ve found it! It turned up in my medical files! So a helpful Angel must have swiped that when they realised that I was identifying the culprits. One of the names on my list was ‘Terence James, social worker’.

I had no idea in Nov 1992 that Davies and Francis were trying to persuade one of the paedophiles’ friends to be on stand by until they gave him the signal to bang me up again. However I note from my records that Terence James was ‘unwilling to make himself available’. I wonder if Terence was a bit shaken by the police investigations and newspaper exposes regarding matters in north Wales?

Terence would have good reason to be. I have discovered that Terence was a member of the Aberconwy social work team. The Aberconwy team were rather heavily implicated in the abuse of children. From 1987, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services – whilst the paedophile gang carried out business unhindered – responsible for the Children’s Section was Rob Evans, who had been the Area Officer for Aberconwy since November 1984. Rob Evans had graduated in Social Sciences from Leicester University and obtained his CQSW in 1976. Whilst Evans was in Leicester, the paedophile gang involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner were busy and were being concealed by a number of people in Leicester University (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1992 Rob Evans was appointed Assistant Director (Mental Health) in Gwynedd.

No wonder Terence didn’t introduce himself when he imprisoned me in Bryn Golau Ward – and no wonder my piece of paper with Terence’s name on disappeared.

‘We didn’t know.’

‘There was no evidence of any criminal conspiracy.’

Some witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry were not considered credible because they consistently misidentified staff whom they claimed had assaulted them.

It was all a pack of lies to claim compensation!!!!

 

In April 1992 Virginia Bottomley took over as Secretary of State for Health and Peter Lilley took over as Secretary of State for Social Security. Anyone remember Peter Lilley’s ‘little list’ of all the social security scroungers whom he wanted to eliminate? You bloody idiot Lilley, just look at what was happening to the ‘scroungers’ at the hands of a bunch of white collar serious criminals.

 

Now here’s the name of someone else who has info for the police – Bethan Jones, who was working as Dafydd’s secretary in March 1993. Dafydd’s secretaries didn’t hang around for long because he used to do things like ask them to dress up and come to work wearing ‘a brief mini skirt and smokey grey stockings because that’s my favourite’.

#ME TOO!!

Except in wasn’t a case of #Me Too, these snivelling invertebrates freely admitted to each other that they were leaving because they couldn’t bear Dafydd propositioning them – and worse – but on every occasion that a patient described similarly offensive conduct from Dafydd, the same invertebrates were happy to do as they were told and complain about these dangerous patients making ‘wild allegations’ about Dr DA Jones and oooh they were ever so frightened and they thought that the deranged patient in question was probably going to ‘attack’ them. If any patient ever attacked a member of staff it will have been in self-defence.

Another man who might have been up to no good with the patients at the North Wales Hospital was Frank Riley. He was some sort of occupational therapist. I didn’t have the pleasure of the Frank Riley Experience myself, but I did hear about him. From female patients. I was told by a male Angel that Frank Riley was ‘a sex symbol for the over 60s’ in Denbigh. Frank could have been innocent – Dr David Healy used to have a following when he was younger and I don’t think that he was indulging in Dafydd-like pursuits – but in my experience, much of the ‘harassment’ that staff in north Wales were alleged to be receiving from patients was actually sparked off by the conduct of the staff themselves.  If Frank Riley wasn’t sexually exploiting patients himself he knew people who were.

 

Previous posts have mentioned Bob Ingham, a thug of a CPN employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. In 1988 Slob Ingham dragged me along a corridor and injured me. Whilst telling me that he was Keith Fearns. I only found out that Slob had misidentified himself after I tried to make a complaint about him assaulting me. I told Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, that Keith Fearns had just assaulted me and Jeff told me that I was lying because ‘Keith Fearns isn’t in work today’. I later found out that my assailant had been Slob.

My medical records reveal exactly why Keith Fearns wasn’t in work that day – he was on strike. Along with the rest of the social workers in Gwynedd. Whilst it is tempting to observe that for once the patients would have been safe if the paedophiles and their friends were on strike, they weren’t because Slob assaulted them instead.

The notes that Slob made on that day refer to a Mrs Nancy Jones and a Mrs Crowley being the only other people in the building. Perhaps Mrs Nancy Jones and Mrs Crowley would like to make a statement re Slob assaulting me, they could hardly have missed it. I don’t know Mrs Crowley, but I do remember Nancy. Nancy was an utter incompetent who for a long while worked as Tony Francis’s receptionist in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Nancy was rude to patients and she kept screwing up the appointments – so people wouldn’t receive their appointment through the post until after the salient date had come and gone. Francis knew that Nancy was doing this because so many people complained about her. So he did what he seemed to have done a great deal of – he was charm itself to the patients and their relatives, told them that it would never happen again and then fumed and planned revenge. The first bit of ‘evidence’ that Francis sent to the MDU solicitors Hempsons regarding my irrationality and dangerousness was a complaint that I had made about Nancy – after the fouth time that I received a little yellow card through the post telling me that my appointment had been the day before the card arrived.

Being dragged along a corridor was not my only encounter with Slob Ingham. Following that incident, I was partaking of my usual habit ie. reading the newspapers in the supermarket – namely Safeways in Bangor – when I felt a drunken thuggish presence next to me. Then the presence elbowed me and I realised that it was Slob. I asked him what he thought that he was doing and Slob insulted me and walked off. So unsurprisingly I followed him. Slob then told me that he would be calling the police to report me for ‘harassment’. It got better. Slob then supplied a statement to the police explaining that he knew that I was in Safeways (how?? ESP???) and he also knew that his colleague Jackie Brandt was shopping in Safeways at the same time. So in order to stop me ‘attacking Mrs Brandt’, he ‘distracted me’. How I was supposed to have even known that Brandt was shopping in Safeways let alone be getting ready to attack her whilst I was reading ‘The Guardian’ I cannot fathom. Furthermore, if danger was really imminent the most sensible course would have been for Brandt to do her shopping somewhere else. This incident was faithfully logged as yet another occasion on which a paedophiles’ friend narrowly escaped with their lives after a chance encounter with me.

Brandt appeared in court on several occasions and perjured herself in an attempt to secure convictions against me, on one occasion with Slob, Keith Fearns and their partner in crime Maggie Fookes, on another with Keith Fearns and in 1993 by herself (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). On one occasion Brandt started crying after my solicitor demonstrated that I had not – as she alleged – screamed and yelled at her, indeed I hadn’t even spoken to her. I was fined £60 quid for looking at her. Yes, honestly – Gwynfor Evans, the Chairman of Bangor Magistrates Bench, claimed that by looking at Brandt I had caused her to feel fear and distress as defined under the Public Order Act. Gwynfor was a retired bank manager from Holyhead. God knows what sort of decisions Gwynfor was making when he managed the bank. He also deported an overseas student at Bangor University who nicked a credit card from another student. Gwynfor was quoted in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ as saying ‘this is what we call organised crime and we will not tolerate that in Bangor’. I showed the article to Brown’s brother and he pissed himself laughing and said ‘organised crime, that’s the Mafia isn’t it?’

Well Gwynfor, I’ve got news for you – there was organised crime in Bangor, Dafydd and his mistress Lucille Hughes were running a paedophile ring with interests in drug dealing and child porn. But Gwynfor almost certainly knew that at the time, which was why he was fining the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles £60 for looking at them in Safeways. I don’t know whether Gwynfor simply just worked in Holyhead or whether he lived there as well, but the children in the children’s home in Holyhead were being abused.

In May 1993 John Redwood took over as Secretary of State for Wales.

In the summer of 1993 an exceptional cousin of mine who had a place to do a PhD with Stephen Hawking found that his career was unexpectedly derailed (see comments following my post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies – of moments of madness and looking for badgers fame (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) – was appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Wales.

 

Just weeks after I was find £60 for looking at Jackie Brandt, I had yet another encounter with Slob Ingham. I was standing in a corridor at Ysbyty Gwynedd chatting to an Angel, when Slob advanced towards us and stood right next to me glowering at me. He didn’t move until I finished the conversation and I had walked away. I – and other patients – had by then had such a bellyful of the constant aggro from Slob and the gang that we agreed that if we could be fined for looking at them whilst they continued to conduct themselves like this, it left us in a very vulnerable position. So I made representation about Slob and two other patients backed me up, having witnessed his intimidation.

My medical records contain a fascinating account of what happened behind the scenes after we complained about Slob. On 30 Nov 1993 Alun Davies wrote a letter about it all. Davies’s letter explained that ‘a member of staff, Mrs Penny Phillips’ witnessed everything and that Penny barely noticed Slob’s presence let alone any silent intimidation.

Penny Phillips was married to another Hergest Unit nurse, Gareth. Gareth Phillips developed back problems a few years later and was unable to continue working as an Angel. I was told by a former member of staff that the North West Wales NHS Trust had ‘looked after Gareth’. This looking after of Gareth consisted of the Trust giving Gareth a job as the RCN rep and in this capacity Gareth obediently gave interviews to the local papers explaining how many psychiatric patients were carrying out violent attacks on Angels after every allegation that there was abuse of patients happening in the Hergest Unit. I never saw Gareth or Penny abuse patients themselves but they certainly knew that some of their colleagues were doing so.

But then Gareth and Penny had an idyllic existence on their smallholding on Ynys Mon with their horses and horses don’t come cheap. What would have happened if the Phillips’s had to live in poverty like the patients?

Alun Davies had certainly prepared for all eventualities after he received representation about Slob. Before he even asked the tame Angel Penny for her opinion, Davies had written to Tony Francis – for his opinion on my ‘mental state’ no less, immediately after Davies received my complaint about Slob. I could see the logic in such a course of action if, for example, an acutely ill patient had complained that there was a spaceship parked in the hospital grounds and he wanted someone to remove it. Even so, the opinion about someone’s ‘mental state’ should be sought with the complainant’s knowledge and consent and in tandem with – or following – an appropriate investigation.

Well if Davies was hoping that Francis was simply going to declare me insane and he could therefore ignore my complaint as the rantings of a lunatic, he was to be disappointed. Francis – for a man, who without my knowledge spent much time and energy sending letters to the BMA, Hempsons and the MDU demanding that I be prosecuted and locked up on the grounds of the enormous imminent danger that I presented to the world – had an interesting response.

On 25 Nov 1993 Francis replied to Davies, but Francis refused to comment on my ‘mental state’. Because it would have been thoroughly unethical? Er, no. Because Francis noted that a member of staff had witnessed the incident – so Francis knew that Penny was on hand to lie – and that it was important ‘therapeutically’ for people to view this situation sensitively and ‘through [my] eyes’.

I suspect that the reason why Francis had not done the usual – put on his jackboots and told Davies that I should be ignored because I was nuts – was because they had already been stung after using this approach. After I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist’s lechery at the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University), the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood had tried the ‘you’re mad and we’re right’ approach and it backfired. Brown was livid and wrote to them as well, we gained evidence of complaints by other students against Gwynne the lobotomist, we contacted the Students Union so they all began crapping themselves up there (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’) and eventually we wrote to the Vice-Chancellor.

So obviously a different approach had to be adopted – particularly, as with the students at Bangor University a few years before, there was no shortage of people ready to testify as to Slob’s previous.

 

The police investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales ended in 1993. The North Wales Police claimed to have found ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring, just a ‘few evil men’. Which is odd because I found absolutely scores of evil men and as many evil women as well, so obviously the North Wales Police weren’t looking in the right places. They obviously were just searching behind the cushions instead of in the NHS, the BMA, the GMC, the MDU, Hempsons, the social services, MIND, the Samaritans, the County Councils, the Houses of Parliament, the Magistrates Courts, the Crown Courts, the High Courts and their own police stations. Easy to miss I suppose.

 

My records show that on 20 Jan 1994, Alun Davies sent a memo to Rob Evans, Slob, Ella Fisk (the nurse who ran the very popular day centre), Jeff Crowther (a nurse manager), Keith Fearns (the thug who was leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team), Jackie Brandt and Bruce Napier (a clinical psychologist who had a much nicer manner with the patients than did most of his colleagues and who for a while had a management role at the Hergest Unit). The memo purports to have been sent by Alun Davies but it is signed D. Parsons. The memo states that there is a ‘need to discuss the issues’ raised in Jackie Brandt’s letter to Bruce Napier of 23 Dec 1993 and Brandt’s solicitor’s letter to me.

There is no copy of any letter from Brandt to Bruce Napier in my files, but Brandt did send me a solicitor’s letter at about this time. I had been in Bangor on a Saturday morning and had walked past her and her husband in Bangor High Street, near the clock which is in the main thoroughfare through Bangor town centre. About 30 mins later I passed them again in the shopping centre. Brandt’s solicitor accused me of following her – although it was Brandt’s husband who breached the peace by shaking his fist at me and shouting. Bangor is a small town and if one is in town at the same time as someone else, it is highly likely that you’ll see that person – particularly near the clock where you have to pass to get from one end of the town to the other or in the shopping centre. There is only one shopping centre and it doesn’t have that many shops in it.  It would be possible to miss someone if one of you was visiting the cathedral because that’s at the other end of town, but go to Bangor on a Saturday morning in a car or on the bus to do some shopping and you’ll all end up in pretty much the same place. As my solicitor explained to Brandt when she threw a hissy fit and her husband shook his fist at me.

As for Brandt’s letter to Bruce Napier, I never saw it, but I was told that Brandt hit the roof because I walked past her in a corridor in the Hergest Unit. Brandt explained to Bruce that she had been with ‘a reluctant paranoid client’ – yes, that was Jackie Brandt being nice about a client – and just the sight of me could have had a deleterious effect on this ‘reluctant paranoid client’. As opposed to her mate Slob dragging them down a corridor or Brandt illegally detaining them in Ysbyty Gwynedd where Dafydd then shuts himself in a room with them and talks about sex with no prompting. After seeing me in the corridor, Jackie Brandt declared that she would no longer be prepared to attend Ysbyty Gwynedd lest she see me there again.

Brandt clearly pushed the boat out on this occasion. Not only had she sent me a solicitor’s letter and banged on to Bruce Napier about a reluctant paranoid client, but Brandt had also made contact with Gwynedd County Council’s legal dept – the legal dept that employed the crooked lawyer Ron Evans, who’s assistance not only kept a lot of people out of prison after the Jillings Report caused everything to hit the fan and was then followed by the Waterhouse Inquiry, but who was also involved in the rigged court case in Chester in July 1990 when Lucille, Fearns, Brandt, Slob and Maggie Fookes tried to have me imprisoned by perjury par excellence (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

 

Brandt ‘advised’ Ron Evans and Gwynedd’s legal dept that Slob was ‘subject to a spurious complaint’ from me and referred to my ‘abusive behaviour’  which, according to Brandt, was interfering with Slob’s ‘clinical work’ no less.

The correspondence regarding the terrible threat that I presented to Jackie and Slob and the need to have a meeting to discuss it – on Jan 24 1994 – was CC’d to Mrs J. Hughes, legal dept and to Rob Evans, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services.

I presume that Mrs J Hughes was Janet Hughes, of Gwynedd County Council’s legal dept. Although Gwynedd County Council was a separate body from the various incarnations that the NHS in north Wales passed through, they were always happy to put their heads together in their efforts to shaft patients. Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer employed by the Welsh Office – who’s lawyers the NHS used – wrote to Gwynedd County Council and asked them to ‘share information’ with him because he thought that the injunction which Gwynedd County Council obtained against me was ‘more favourable in its terms’ than the injunction that Gwynedd Health Authority obtained.

It certainly was – the reason why I was a punchbag for Fearns and Brandt was that after my second letter of complaint to Gwynedd Social Services about Brandt unlawfully detaining me, Lucille Hughes asked Ron Evans to obtain an injunction against me preventing me from writing to anyone in Gwynedd Social Services or visiting any of their properties. Park wanted to know how they obtained such a wonderful and far reaching injunction. Easy. Brandt and Fearns lied their arses off on oath and Ron Evans took the request before a judge in Leeds, a paedophiles’ friend called Sir John Kay (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). So Brandt and Fearns did whatever they wanted and I could not even make written representation, unless I splashed out for a lawyer and paid them to write to Gwynedd Social Services on my behalf.

Ron Evans seems to have been on tap quite regularly. Ron had a trademark signature, a distinctive R which was underlined – it appears on a number of NHS documents concerning me to which Ron should had not have had access. Ron was also on hand to advise when Alun Davies and Tony Francis tried to entrap me over the phone – Ron was advising them on which recording equipment to invest in.

It was Ron’s wife who told me that Ron kept the paedophile gang out of prison – I worked with her at Bangor University. She had no idea that he had tried to have me imprisoned and it was a while before I realised that her husband was the Ron who had caused me such problems.  She told me that Ron was the best and they all used to go to him for advice. Well he was not as daft as the rest of them, I’ll give him that. I’ve got documents that were forged by Ron and they are far superior to Alun Davies’s efforts at forgery (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Ron remembered to sign them, he was careful to get the date right when he pre or post dated them AND he forged the Gwynedd Health Authority stamp with the appropriate date on. So how do I know that Ron forged them? Because unlike Ron, the silly fuckers who were finally forced to hand my records over to my lawyer in 2005 or see Keith Thomson – the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust – go to prison for contempt of court, handed the whole lot over without sifting through them when my lawyer sent the bailiffs in to search all the Trust buildings and seize everything relating to me. So all the documents that Ron would have had the brains to remove were handed over as well – the original copies, the plans and the instructions to people to lie in court.

I’ve got the lot Ron!

 

Following Penny Phillips’ bearing false witness and Alun Davies writing to me telling me that Slob Ingham had not tried to hassle me in any way whatever, I and another patient decided to take this further in the light of the number of patients who had told us about the naked abuse and aggression that they had experienced from Slob. One family told us how on a ‘home visit’ Slob threatened to hit a member of the family, his ‘client’. The family were so frightened of Slob that they were locking themselves in their house. We had all had years of getting absolutely nowhere with the mental health services no matter what had happened to us, so I suggested that we should go outside of the mental health services, above their heads. I discovered that there was a Director of Nursing for the Gwynedd Community Health Trust, a Nerys Owen, who was probably not a psychiatric nurse and I wrote to her.

Nerys wrote back and met both I and another patient. She actually seemed to take the matter very seriously and we noticed that none of the Hergest Unit staff tried their usual fuckwittery in front of Nerys. They were incredibly polite to her, even Slob Ingham kept a civil tongue in his head which I had never seen before or saw since. We had a private meeting with Nerys and told her just how serious some of the allegations against Slob were. She gave us a supply of her business cards and virtually begged the other people who had been threatened and hassled by Slob to get in touch with her. (They wouldn’t – they simply pointed out to us that he knew where they lived, he knew confidential information about them and that he or Fearns and/or another member of the gang could turn up at any point and section them and that would be it. Which is a fair point – someone said to me two years ago ‘you complained about them and look what happened to you’.)

Although our meeting with Nerys left both I and the other patient with the firm impression that Nerys really was doing her best, the truce was short-lived, as I shall explain.

When I obtained my records, I found a copy of the letter that Nerys wrote to Slob after I and the other patient contacted her. On 16 Feb 1994 Nerys wrote to Slob ordering him to a meeting with her on 21 Feb 1994, ‘to discuss in detail comments and complaints that [my name] has made in relation to your behaviour…the areas to discuss with you will be limited to your attitude and behaviour in a professional capacity…my intention is to address issues raised by [my name] and then to move forward endeavouring to create an atmosphere of understanding rather than confrontation which the current situation appears to be’. The letter was CC’d to Alun Davies.

My perception is that Nerys’s letter was excellent. Slob was rude, aggressive and threatening and this was well-known. His attitude towards patients was dreadful and he was also very unpleasant and confrontational with a lot of other staff. Slob, Fearns and the alcoholic alcohol counsellor Tom Harney –  who was another totally abusive member of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – could be seen every day in Safeways in Bangor between 9-30 am and 11-30 am enjoying a cooked breakfast in the cafe. They were supposed to be in their office on duty and incredulous patients who had been told that the Arfon Team were ‘too busy’ to fulfil various simple basic functions would watch this every morning. Then other people would see Slob enjoying a round of golf on the golf course in Bangor on many a weekday afternoon.

The Hergest patients gained the impression that Slob backed off after Nerys intervened. Then came the backlash. Slob did back off, but the other paedophiles’ friends advanced fully armed.

Meanwhile, on 12 May 1994 Labour leader John Smith died unexpectedly after the Top Doctors at Barts just could not revive him after a heart attack. When Smith had his first heart attack, he was absolutely reassured by Top Doctors that the problem was not his heart. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ for details of how the Top Doctors just didn’t seem to get it right with John Smith.

Tony Francis was most interested when he heard me telling everyone at Hergest that I’d just heard on the radio that John Smith had died.

 

Dafydd led the post-Slob charge. He was making constant representations about my very presence in the day centre – where I used to go to meet my friends and for appointments with my key worker, who was by then the Hergest whistleblower and was always very, very helpful. Dafydd made constant demands that I should be legally prevented from going to the Hergest Unit. He put in a complaint literally every time he saw me. Even on the occasion when Dafydd walked through the front door and was traumatised because he saw me sitting on a chair talking to an Angel. Not even Penny Phillips’ witness testimony managed to cause any problems on that occasion.

At about this time the Mental Health Act Commission paid a visit to the Hergest Unit. I and another patient made an appointment to see them. We told them of the suicides, the constant aggression from certain members of staff, the fact that complaints were never investigated – and we also told them about Dafydd’s conduct towards female patients. One of the Commissioners laughed. We asked him what he was laughing at and he told us that he was laughing in despair because he’d heard this so many times.  Jeff Crowther, the nursing manager, sat in on the meeting. He told us later that the second Commissioner, an older lady, had spoken to him after our meeting and had commented that she had been involved in inspections of North Wales Hospital in the 1960s ‘and it was exactly the same story then’.

To remind readers of just a bit of Dafydd’s previous in relation to patients: in 1987 a worker for MIND had collected statements from five female patients all independently stating that they had had a sexual relationship with Dafydd. He cohabited with a number of female patients, at one time with two at once. Dafydd’s conduct towards women, including patients, was the subject of jokes among the staff and many years later I was told by a former social worker who had given up with Gwynedd and walked away that it was an ‘open secret’ that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. In 1991 Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital documented that Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘lost their boundaries’ after Dafydd told Jacobson that I was ‘attractive and seductive’ (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Jacobson did not tell me that Dafydd had made these comments. In the mid 1990s Alun Davies received a series of anonymous letters about Dafydd and after what was said to me (Davies thought that I was behind the letters) I suspect that Dafydd’s sexual relationships with patients were the topic.

Any comment or a complaint from patients about such matters resulted in it being diligently recorded but not as a complaint. My post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ mentions how even documenting the numerous complaints about Dafydd’s sexual misconduct was said to be ‘publishing libellous material’. Instead comments from patients were recorded and used to demonstrate how mad the patients were.

One the first occasion on which I mentioned Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients Tony Francis was so livid that he documented that I was a ‘very disturbed individual’ and whoever had given me information about Dafydd’s ‘private life’ should be hunted down and sacked. After I raised the subject of Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients with two different members of admin staff at the North Wales Hospital, they passed on my comments ‘behind the scenes’ and Andrew Park made a written note that I was making a nuisance of myself again and that I had to be stopped. My files reveal that on 23 July 1990 Lilian Roberts, a temporary secretary to Dafydd, wrote to Alun Davies after I mentioned Dafydd’s conduct with female patients; that on 23 July 1990 an A. Howells, another secretary or administrator, took a phone call from me about the matter and that on 29 July 1990 a Dr Fear, ‘registrar, psychiatry’, made a note that I had mentioned it to him as well.

What did not happen at any time was any sort of investigation. Finally in about 1995 after I dared raise the subject of Dafydd again, Alun Davies bellowed at me that I should ‘put up and shut up’.

 

The situation was so widely known that it was the subject of piss-taking among patients. One person quipped that when the first female patient tried to report Dafydd they probably refused to document the complaint because she didn’t know the Welsh for ‘rape’. It wouldn’t actually surprise me if someone really had used that excuse.

English immigrants to north Wales who have learnt Welsh will be very familiar with the conversational Welsh course which is taught absolutely everywhere, WLPAN. WLPAN comes highly recommended and is good fun, but you don’t always get the vocabulary that you need to deal with Dafydd. So here’s a quick guide to learning Welsh the Dafydd way. Vocabulary which could be needed includes –

paedophile – pedoffilydd

rape – trais rhywiol

hooker – putain (plural = puteindra)

brothel – putaindy

testicles – carreg gwr (this is a nice one, it translates as ‘men’s stones’)

People who live in Caernarfon will be familiar with ‘Wenglish’, the slang Welsh which contains many English words which many younger people speak. Hence the reference to the need to ‘kick him in the carregs’ as explained to me by one of the bar staff in Wetherspoons one day.

Should pigs ever fly and Dafydd ends up under investigation but tries the Max Clifford excuse as to why he cannot possibly be a sexual predator, the Welsh for ‘small penis’ is ‘pidyn bach’. Just so that everyone understands Dafydd’s excuse of last resort.

Sadly there is a catch for anyone who even learns the appropriate vocab in an attempt to make a complaint about Dafydd. Welsh grammar is complex and difficult (but not as complex and difficult as English grammar) and no doubt if someone arrives at the office of Andrew Park/Alun Davies/Ian Rickard or indeed anyone else and makes their complaint in Welsh, they’ll be told that they haven’t mutated properly and dear oh dear we cannot possibly take down this complaint.

 

I did not hear any more from the Mental Health Act Commissioners, so I presumed that once more complaints about the most serious misconduct had been ignored.

 

On 9 June 1994 the head of Bryn Estyn, Matt Arnold, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June the trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s colleague and long time friend – and Paul Wilson on sexual abuse charges began. Howarth was found guilty at Chester Crown Court on 8 July 1994 and was sentenced to 10 years imprisonment. Paul Wilson was acquitted of all charges, although on 28 Nov 1994 Wilson pleaded guilty to three counts of physical assault.

My files show that on 13 June 1994, Ian Rickard replied to a letter from Dafydd re Dafydd’s ‘extreme concern’ regarding the safety of him (Dafydd), his colleagues and patients ‘in relation to the above woman’ (ie. me). This letter was rather different in tone to the letter from Francis a few months earlier, regarding the need to see things through my eyes and show sensitivity to patients’ anxieties. Rickard finished the letter by offering to discuss me with Dafydd any time at Dafydd’s convenience…

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

 

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

On 4 Aug 1994, Joyce Kaye from the MHAC wrote to Alun Davies again. This letter was from Joyce on behalf of the Chief Exec of the MHAC and mentioned that it was further to her letters of 7 July 1994 and 12 July 1994 wanting an update on Davies’s investigation of my concerns.

 

In the wider world, on 21 July 1994 Tony Blair became leader of the Opposition. The Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who is married to a lawyer who was mates with and indeed mentor to so many of those ‘radical lawyers’ who ignored the plight of kids in care and psych patients who were being so seriously abused. Tony and Cherie know many lawyers who are personal injury specialists – who undoubtedly know folk who have worked for the MDU and/or Hempsons.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Rob Evans gave evidence to the Waterhouse Inquiry he explained that after running the children’s services in Gwynedd, he transferred to mental health. Rob told Waterhouse that the mental health services in north west Wales had been recognised as being among the best in Europe. But then Dafydd kept appearing in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ describing himself as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’.

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

More recently I heard that Barry Shingles had always expected to become CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, but Thomson knifed him and usurped. Shingles committed suicide.

 

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

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

 

Someone who will be in a position to give the police information concerning the mistreatment of patients during this time is Sharon Thomas  who worked as Tony Francis’s secretary in 1994.

 

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

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

On 11 Nov 1994 John Mullen wrote to the Medical Director of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, Jeremy Corson, asking him to investigate my complaint re Dafydd and the breach of confidence.

On 16 Jan 1995 Ian Rickard, now styled as the ‘Head of Mental Health Services and Project Manager’, wrote to me concerning my complaint re Dafydd’s injunction. Rickard stated that ‘any personal information about you was likely only to have been read out in open court in Liverpool, I feel that this is sufficiently far enough away to offer you anonymity…I conclude therefore that in this case confidence has not been breached’.

However Ian Rickard didn’t actually send the letter to me.

On the same day –  16 Jan 1995 – Rickard also wrote to Tony Francis saying ‘perhaps you will be kind enough to show my letter to Dr DA Jones when you next see him. I am not sure of the appropriateness of sending him a copy.’ Rickard also stated that I ‘may become quite upset by the outcome of my deliberations’ and thus he had sent the letter to me to Ella – the nurse who ran the day centre – ‘to discuss with me’.

So Ian Rickard didn’t actually carry out an investigation – his response was a result of his ‘deliberations’. He had sought no advice at all, let alone legal advice and had just written back telling me that because Dafydd only breached confidence in OPEN COURT in Liverpool and I lived near Bethesda, that wasn’t really breaching confidence. Furthermore Ian Rickard knew that he shouldn’t have sent a copy of his letter to me to Jones – so he sent a copy of it to Tony Francis, so that Francis could give a copy to Jones. Rickard also knew that I was likely to be highly unsatisfied with his response – so he was sending the letter to Ella. Perhaps to stop me from picking up a phone and calling a lawyer?

Ian Rickard, soon after doing all this, was appointed Head of Mental Health for Gwynedd Community Health Trust. Is it surprising that the Hergest Unit was in crisis and the suicide rate in north west Wales was one of the highest in the UK?

 

Dafydd, Rickard and Francis had their arses fully covered. On 24 Jan 1995  Tony Francis wrote to Dr Chris Jones, consultant forensic psychiatrist for the North Wales Forensic Service, Unit 2, Clwydian House, Wrexham Technology Park, asking for a forensic opinion regarding the danger that I posed to Dafydd. Francis told Chris Jones that there are ‘extensive notes available about her…which I refer you to’. These were of course the notes that Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends had written about me. Detailing assaults on Top Doctors and Angels that I had not carried out, rocks that I had not thrown through Dafydd’s door, Top Doctors that I had not tried to stab or throttle and people whom I had not tried to kill. Except that Dafydd, Francis et al forgot to mention that although they had lovingly documented all of these crimes there was absolutely no evidence at all that the crimes had even been committed let alone that it was me who had committed them.  Francis CC’d his letter to Jeremy Corson and to Dr Madelin Osborn.

 

Madelin Osborn – her name is spelt thus on my documents, although it is probable that the correct spelling is different, this lot did not know how to spell the names of their own colleagues or their patients – is someone else who needs to make a police statement. Madelin Osborn was a Top Doctor at the Hergest Unit who joined the exodus as the publication of the Waterhouse Report drew near. Madelin Osborn was the doctor of the female patient who was unlawfully sectioned by Jackie Brandt and kept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for three days with no clothes or access to her relatives. When the young woman’s parents complained, they claimed to have been told ‘lie after lie after lie’. Then the young woman was evicted from her rented house after she locked the door to try to stop Brandt coming in – Brandt called the police who broke the door down and Brandt then sectioned the young woman. This young woman used to appear to make a good recovery on a number of occasions and would begin new jobs and undertake postgrad courses – whereupon Tony Francis would state that she was becoming ill, alter her medication and within a month she’d be sectioned again. Before this patient ended up in the Hergest Unit she’d been leading a rather yuppyish life in London working for Marco Pierre White when a number of things happened to her that she found very upsetting. She was ‘sent home’ (she came from Gwynedd) by a Top Doctor in London and ended up in Ysbyty Gwynedd after her encounter with Brandt. Her only wish was to recover and resume her life in London but she kept being told by mental health staff in north Wales that ‘people in London don’t want to see you again’. I wonder why that was? Then there was the occasion on which she was sectioned in Ysbyty Gwynedd and she swore blind that Tony Francis had tried to get into her room and had exposed himself to her. Well she was completely bonkers, how could anyone ever believe such a thing. Her complaint was not upheld.

Step forward Madelin Osborn, you are needed in north Wales – to tell the truth for once in your life.

 

I’m not sure what a forensic psychiatry service was doing on a technology park in Wrexham, such services are usually in hospitals. However the two children homes where very serious abuse of children was happening in north Wales – Bryn Alyn and Bryn Estyn – were located close to Wrexham and forensic psychiatrists were constantly being called upon to assess the kids. Whilst Chris Jones was in business on the Wrexham Technology Park, a full police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales had been undertaken, the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was well underway and Nicola Davies QC was conducting a review of the documentation concerning child abuse in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was justified. Dead former kids in care and psych patients were turning up everywhere.

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

 

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

 

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

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

On 9 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to me maintaining that Dafydd’s affidavit was not read out in open court, it was presented to a judge ‘in High Court chambers in a private hearing’. Mullen knew that Rickard had previously written to me stating that there was no breach of confidence because the case had only been heard in open court in Liverpool because Mullin mentioned Rickard’s letter.

So either Ian Rickard was lying or John Mullen was.

On 16 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to Dafydd. Mullen refers to Dafydd sharing my complaint regarding the breach of confidence with Jeremy Corson and makes a reference to the MDU’s ‘latest letter’. Mullen asks Dafydd to ask the solicitors who dealt with the injunction – Hempsons – whether they considered a breach of confidence likely to occur.

I suppose that is an advance on Ian Rickard spouting lies as he thought of them, telling Ella to break the bad news to me and then giving Francis a copy of a letter to give to Dafydd when he knew damn well that Dafydd should not have been given access to the letter, but nonetheless I doubt that John Mullen made much headway asking Hempsons – who had breached confidence – whether they thought that they had breached confidence.

The issue of the breach of confidence on the part of Dafydd was never resolved. Neither did anyone ever explain why so many lies were told about the ‘investigation’ of the complaint.

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

As for Chris Jones, the forensic psychiatrist most conveniently placed near to Wrexham. Well he came up trumps amazingly enough – Chris Jones effectively told Francis that he thought that he was making a fuss about nothing and that the chance of me launching a murderous attack on Dafydd was really rather low. So Francis just made another referral for me to see Chris Jones after a decent interval had passed, stressing to Chris Jones that I really was potentially very dangerous.

The one thing that I remember discussing with Dr Chris Jones was the abuse of vulnerable people in institutional care. Chris Jones agreed that it was a substantial problem – he commented that the abuse of elderly people in care homes was a major problem and he thought that it would soon break as a major scandal.

I heard years later that Chris Jones was one of the mental health professionals from north Wales who had a nervous breakdown and left the area. Chris Jones didn’t seem to be quite so mad and sadistic as many of his colleagues, which was probably why he didn’t survive working with that bunch of lunatics. Take it as a compliment Dr Jones, you weren’t barking mad and you wouldn’t lie about me. At least you’re not looking at a prison sentence for being an accessory.

Not being mad and abusive certainly took a high toll on mental health staff in north Wales. My post ‘The Blog Post Which Was Hacked Can Now Be Read’ detailed Dafydd’s missile that he fired at Don Campbell the Assistant Director of Nursing Services (Psych), in July 1988 after Campbell refused to break the law and lock me in a room. Dafydd went absolutely wild and wrote to Huw Thomas, the General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority, accusing Campbell of ‘gross impertinence’ and demanding his head on a plate.

Bruce Napier, the very pleasant clinical psychologist who didn’t hate the patients, left Hergest and took up a mental health research job at Bangor University. I was told that before long Bruce Napier announced his desire to ‘get out of the NHS’ and he went to England to live on a canal boat. I don’t know for sure but I suspect that Bruce Napier was hounded out. He crossed the path of Dafydd. When Gwynedd Health Authority were not doing a very good job of trying to persuade Dafydd to retire, it was left to Bruce Napier to tell Dafydd that Dafydd didn’t have an office in the Hergest Unit. Dafydd did of course have a room in which to work for the one day a week that he spent at the Hergest, but it didn’t have a brass name plate on the door and Dafydd was fuming. The others were too frightened to tell Dafydd, so they got Bruce Napier to do it. Then Bruce Napier had to go on Welsh news and defend the Gwynedd Community Health Trust when Dafydd was making guest appearances on Kilroy, the Kane Debates, Welsh news, S4C and telling everyone that in making him retire the Trust was ensuring a certain death for the many patients whom depended upon Dafydd. The matter would have been settled had anyone just gone on tele and said ‘look he’s sexually exploiting the patients, running a paedophile gang, flogging drugs and dishonest expert witness reports and what’s more he’s got a load of people shut in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital’. But no-one did, not even Bruce Napier, even later on from the safety of his barge. He probably feared being torpedoed.

I also wondered if Nerys Owen might have been ‘dealt with’ after challenging Slob Ingham. On our last meeting with Nerys, Nerys told me and the other patient who complained about Slob with me that if ever we needed her again we should not hesitate to get in touch because she would not tolerate the mistreatment of patients. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ described how in 1997 I and another person – the same person who made representation with me about Slob Ingham – were arrested and prosecuted after Bridget Lloyd, one of Slob’s colleagues, told a pack of lies about us threatening her. The case collapsed – but not until after we had both been banned from the hospital and yes, referred to Dr Chris Jones and the forensic team again as dangerous nutters – and there was a flat refusal to apologise to us. We contacted Nerys but only received a weak frosty letter saying that the law had taken its course. There is a document in my collection signed by Nerys during that period of time which demonstrates that she obediently went along with the general insanity of the paedophiles’ friends, signing off records of meetings as ‘fair and accurate’ when the meetings were held by people who never made fair and accurate records of anything.

I presume that Nerys Owen was probably a wolf in sheep’s clothing all along. She reached a senior position in a totally corrupt organisation and was in that position between 1994-1999 and possibly for much longer. It’s unlikely that she’ll have been able to do that without being complicit with some dreadful things. I don’t think that she was a psych nurse, so she’ll have been a general nurse or a midwife and someone knew about those psych patients at the North Wales Hospital being sterilised in order to stop them becoming pregnant because the staff were having sex with them, the theft of the babies of the female patients who had not been sterilised, the disappearance of the girls in the children’s homes who had become pregnant after being raped by the ‘care staff’ and the horrors of the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

Nerys Owen must also have been complicit with the running down and then the closing of the day centre at the Hergest Unit during the duration of the Waterhouse Inquiry, which ensured that a considerable number of psych patients became destitute and died.

Let’s have a chorus of that old favourite by The Jam, ‘A Town Called Malice’…

 

In May 1995 it was announced that the Welsh Office had appointed Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the documentary evidence related to the abuse of children in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was warranted. Nicola subsequently discovered that all the paperwork from 1989 onwards was missing!

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

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

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

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his house. Brown was sacked from his job at Aston University in the same month.

Hansard records that in April 1995, Julia Lomas of the Lord Chancellor’s Department replied by letter to a question from Alex Carlile confirming that at some point in 1994 Mary Wynch had been paid a paltry sum of money in full and final settlement regarding her litigation against the Public Trustee (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Mary had been unlawfully arrested by Dafydd, had been illegally imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year. She had won her case against Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority et al but they then simply refused to pay Mary her compensation unless Mary returned to court to enforce payment. Mary continued with the case, as well as with the case against the crooked cartel of lawyers and the Public Trustee who had, in collaboration with Dafydd, fleeced her of her money and property in the first place. The Home Office under Michael Howard dealt the final blow in 1994 – without any public announcement – and ruined Mary. Mary was by then an old lady who had been screwed by a bunch of rural gangsters who had enjoyed the full backing of every Gov’t since she had been unlawfully arrested in 1979 by Dafydd. But the real problem went back to the early 1970s – when Mary’s mother died in the ‘care’ of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes. Mary told me that she was convinced that her mother had been killed. But Mary was nuts wasn’t she. Ooh – except that no, she wasn’t, as was admitted when she won her case against Dafydd.

The patients in the Hergest Unit used to openly talk about how Dafydd had killed Mary Wynch’s mother. It was just a standard topic of conversation, in much the same way that everybody else’s other extraordinary Dafydd-related anecdotes were. Mary always maintained that her mother had been killed by an overdose of barbiturates. One Hergest patient had the measure of Dafydd’s bare-faced lies and used to do a Dafydd voice and rant on about how he only told the nurses to give Mary Wynch’s mother half a Kalm before bedtime and of course that was nothing like an overdose of barbiturates. In fact the patients got so used to the staff just closing their ears to terrible Dafydd-horrors that dares would be undertaken to see if staff could be moved. One such dare involved one patient carrying a rubber plant and walking up to a senior nurse in Ysbyty Gwynedd and saying ‘I did not murder Mary Wynch’s mother and this plant was not the murder weapon. It was Dr DA Jones wot dun it and he used an overdose of barbiturates’. And the nurse said ‘yes dear’ and walked off, leaving a gang of Hergest patients rolling around laughing.

‘We didn’t know’.

The same patient was accused by Dafydd of lying on one occasion, so he responded by saying ‘I lied, you murdered’.

DAVID HUNT WAS SECRETARY OF STATE FOR WALES WHILST MUCH OF THIS WAS HAPPENING. THE MAN IS A FUCKING LAWYER.

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

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

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

Michael Beloff is a colleague and a friend of Cherie Booth. Michael’s dad Max had some years previously helpfully plugged a book on local gov’t and democracy written by Ioan Bowen Rees. Bowen Rees was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst Dafydd’s mistress Lucille was Director of Gwynedd Social Services and the paedophile gang flourished on their watch (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Alison Taylor was sacked by Lucille after raising concerns about the abuse of children in care.

Just to be on the safe side, on 1 April 1996 Clwyd County Council was dissolved as a result of a local authority reorganisation days after the Jillings Report was completed. So even if someone did get hold of a copy of the Report there was no-one to sue. I haven’t been able to find out who makes decisions regarding local authority reorganisations but the disappearance of Clwyd days after that Report was finished really was far too convenient to have been an accident.

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

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

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

In Sept 1996 – virtually as soon as Jevons touched down in Cardiff City Council – the South Wales Police announced a major investigation into the physical and sexual abuse of children at the Taff Vale children’s home in Whitchurch, Cardiff, which had been run by Cardiff City Council. It was feared that hundreds of children had possibly been abused before the home had closed. The police were particularly interested in investigating what had gone in between 1985-91 – there was a belief that a paedophile ring had infiltrated Taff Vale.

Before Alun Michael became an MP he was the Labour Group Whip on Cardiff City Council. Alun Michael was imposed as FM of Wales by Blair and resigned as soon as the Waterhouse Report was submitted, whilst his mates caused a distraction (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’).

Of course Rhodri himself and the paedophiles’ friends went back a long way. In 1966 Rhodri began work in the endemically corrupt Welsh Office with George Thomas et al and in 1974 Rhodri found himself working in City Hall Cardiff.

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

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

On 2 May 1997 Tony Blair became Prime Minister.

Peter Howarth died of a heart attack at HMP Wakefield on 24 April 1997, so if anyone was worried about him naming a few people involved in abusing kids in care who were rather grander than bottom feeding social care workers they didn’t have to worry any longer. Particularly as Ioan Bowen Rees had died suddenly in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report, so as the man who ran Gwynedd County Council for years whilst the paedophile ring’s business boomed under his steady hands, Ioan wouldn’t be dropping any clangers either. Ioan was considered an expert on local gov’t and had advised Dafydd Wigley as well as the working party who set up the infrastructure of the National Assembly for Wales under Ron Davies whilst Ron was Secretary of State for Wales.

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

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

 

 

A website that is well worth a visit is the site of the North Wales Hospital Historical Society. It is not an historical society, it is a forum for the former staff of the North Wales Hospital and what a source of entertainment it is. Staff leave messages reminiscing about the old days and breaching patients’ confidence, just as they did when they were employed as Angels there. There are messages which are alleged to be from former patients who remember the kindness and the wonderful treatment and who have now become Angels themselves, which I do find a little unbelievable. I suspect that like the positive feedback left on the patient feedback websites about the awful Dr Giles Harborne, a former Denbigh psychiatrist, the messages from grateful former patients have actually been written by former staff.

The North Wales Historical Society website has an observation that no patients from Avallon, the adolescent unit, have left any messages. Avallon was the unit in which Mary Wynch told me that Dafydd encouraged the teenagers to have sex with each other and then the staff would gather around and watch the action. The same correspondent to the website asks if Dafydd is still alive. Yes he’s Chairing his drugs charity CAIS. It is not a surprise that no former patients of Avallon have left messages, they were introduced to a life of street prostitution and hard drugs whilst they were teenagers and most of them died before they were 30.

 

On 31 July 2013 John Allen was charged with 22 indecent assaults and one offence of gross indecency, alleged to have taken place between 1968 and 1989 at Bryn Alyn. The second trial of John Allen on charges of historic sexual and physical abuse took place at Mold Crown Court and on 1 Dec 2014 Allen was sentenced to life imprisonment, with the recommendation that he serves at least 11 years.

 

There has been a great deal written about the collusion of the North Wales Police with Dafydd and the paedophiles. I and other people certainly noticed that when allegations of sexual misconduct/exploitation – or indeed more serious offences – were made against certain people, there was a flat refusal to investigate on the part of absolutely everybody. It didn’t matter how many first hand accounts there were, how many corroborating witnesses, how much supporting documentation, the allegations were simply ignored and if the complainants did not go away they found themselves being charged by the police.

However I do know that this immunity was only enjoyed by certain people. The North Wales Police were certainly not afraid to investigate complaints about other people even if the evidence was extremely shaky. I knew of a case in 1983 involving a teenaged girl from Anglesey who made a complaint of rape against a young man whom she met in a pub in Bangor. The girl was fairly notorious – she felt the need to tell tall stories, really ridiculous ones which even the most trusting person would in the end conclude could not be true. She was also capable of lying through her teeth under all circumstances if she thought that she would benefit from that. She went out boozing in Bangor one night, met a young man and they went up onto Bangor mountain with the intention of consummating the relationship which they had established about 60 mins previously. The young man was too drunk to do very much and he wandered off. Another young man found the girl crying and asked what was wrong. She replied ‘I’ve been raped’. This sort of comment from her wasn’t that unusual – she had told me some really worrying things and it was only when I and my friends had pitched in to help that we discovered that the various dramas hadn’t happened. The young man immediately rang the police and the police did conduct a full scale investigation.

I was involved in the investigation and I remember the detectives visiting me and a female police officer saying ‘I cannot help but be on the side of the girl in rape cases, but she’s told us so many lies that I can’t take that view here’. I hadn’t encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles at the time and I actually gained a very positive view of the detectives working on the case. They were stereotypical coppers – calling women ‘birds’ and wearing macs with the collars turned up – but unlike the drug squad whom I had heard about by then, they didn’t seem to be endemically corrupt. The investigation into the alleged rape took months. It transpired that no rape had occurred or indeed even an attempt at a rape. I wondered if the girl involved would be charged with wasting police time but she wasn’t. I presume that the police did get it right – the girl was alleged to have admitted to a number of people that she hadn’t been raped, she’d told a dramatic story and it had got out of control.

Like many other mental health patients in north Wales, with the exception of a few police officers whom I knew were corrupt, I generally found the police very much more helpful than the mental health services and they undoubtedly protected me and other people from the excesses of the mental health services on a number of occasions.

The problem will have been Westminster, the Attorney Generals – such as Sir Patrick Mayhew – and Whitehall, who were protecting Dafydd and the paedophile gang. A great many police officers would have dearly loved to have dealt with Dafydd et al but they couldn’t. They were being told what to do by organised criminals in high office.

 

What is very clear to me with regard to the documents that I have drawn on to write this post and some others such as ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’, is the key role that the MDU played in protecting a number of Top Doctors whom they knew were abusing patients and perjuring themselves to silence and indeed destroy patients who complained. The MDU and Hempsons were probably more responsible than anyone else for the serious criminality which pervaded north Wales for decades.

There will be a post coming soon naming the movers and shakers in the MDU during those years whilst the MDU ensured that Dafydd and the paedophiles remained in business.

 

Then I’ll be naming a few more of Rhodri Morgan’s circle who knew about it all…

 

One other person who disappeared along with others whom I have previously named on this blog. Nellie. An old lady who was in Bryn Golau Ward the night that I arrived. She was there the next morning and then like the girl who had been abducted, kept in an attic and sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the young man from Wrexham who vanished when another patient who had been in care recognised him, Nellie disappeared. No-one let her out of the front door which was a double door and locked – I last saw her in the kitchen with Angel Iola Edwards. Just near to the back door which was always heavily guarded and was only ever used ‘to bring the catering supplies in and out’. And patients who needed to be disposed of discreetly.

 

There is someone else who is worthy of a mention here. A man who was lurking in the Welsh Office throughout everything detailed in this post – Sir Jon Shortridge. Shortridge joined the Welsh Office in 1984 and  was Private Secretary to both Nicholas Edwards (see post ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’) and Peter Walker (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). In 1995 Shortridge conducted the Senior Management Review of the Welsh Office and in 1997 he was Director of Economic Affairs, responsible for establishing the National Assembly for Wales. Shortridge became Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office in March 1999, then for the newly established National Assembly in May 1999 and then for the Welsh Gov’t, 2007-08. In 2009 Shortridge was appointed interim Permanent Secretary at the Dept of Innovation, Universities and Skills – the Dept led by Mandelson. One of Mandelson’s most senior aides was the daughter of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who did Dafydd and the paedophiles’ as many favours as the MDU. Sir John topped off his long record of public service with a stint as Chancellor of Glyndwr University, an institution run entirely by paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

 

 

The news over the past few days has been very topical with regard to recent posts on this blog. The Welsh Language Commissioner Meri Huws – who has featured on a number of recent posts as a paedophiles’ friend and a bedfellow of other paedophiles’ friends who doubled up as Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t – has crawled out of hiding and tried to convince everyone that she has some sort of plan. Meri has been talking about everyone going on a journey. Meri isn’t very bright, so when she opens her mouth she tends to trot out whatever cliche she has recently heard bandied around in the media. When Meri worked at Bangor University at one point she was banging on about capturing ‘hearts and minds’. One academic with a great deal of knowledge with regard to Meri and her bedfellows observed that with Meri, ‘shock and awe’ was far more likely to be the order of the day. If Meri had known how much entertainment she had provided for the oppressed of Bangor University I think that she’d have probably resigned on the spot.

Cancer is absolutely everywhere in the media, with George Alighaia and Andrew Lansley both announcing that they have advanced bowel cancer and if only they’d ‘got screened’. It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to these two men, I can imagine they must be feeling quite dreadful, but the chances are that a screening programme would not have made much difference. Huge quantities of the research upon which the screening is based is fraudulent and many of the much publicised screening programmes are in chaos. At the same time other headlines screamed that there is now a new joined up cancer programme to be launched that will make care ‘excellent’. Which is weird, because we’ve been told for years that care is already excellent, indeed that the whole NHS is the envy of the world and that UK hospitals are bursting at the seams with Nigerian women who are pregnant with quins who just Come Over Here To Use Our NHS. More sober reflections on the rather poor clinical outcomes of the UK NHS when compared to other European healthcare systems are strangely absent.

Meanwhile amidst the constant PR, people in north Wales who have dared cross the paths of the paedophiles’ friends are refused care, refused pain relief for conditions such as kidney stones which send the Angels and Top Doctors straight for the opiates when they are afflicted and told to go ahead and do it then if they become suicidal. On the occasions when the paedophiles’ friends have been faced with relatives or the odd patient confronting them with their dreadful conduct the response is usually ‘we didn’t know you felt like that’. Well they bloody well know exactly how I feel about them now that this blog has gathered a readership.

BBC News Wales is trumpeting the new proton beam centre in Newport and how this is going to revolutionise cancer care and Save Lives. Only if you’ve got a lot of money – that centre is a private concern but that doesn’t seem to have received much media coverage.

Winnie Mandela has died and amongst all the tributes people are doing their best to play down the unfortunate business of the necklace killings and the murder of Stompie McKenzie. It is stressed that Winnie suffered at the hands of the South African police under apartheid. I’m sure that she did, the South African police were deeply unpleasant, but it wasn’t the South African police who were targeted in the necklace killings and I don’t think that Stompie McKenzie was a white South African policeman under apartheid either. I seem to remember that he was a 14 year old black boy…

The Mail Online had a Rolf Harris exclusive in which they revealed that Rolf has held a birthday party attended by friends at which he played the didgeridoo. It was a bit of a non-story but I did notice that according to the Mail, one of Rolf’s guests was his ‘old friend’ Timmy Mallett. Most people know Timmy Mallett as a rather over the top children’s entertainer from the 1980s, but I was gobsmacked a few years ago to discover that there is a Timmy Mallett suite at the Gladstone Library in Hawarden. The Gladstone Library – it was called St Deiniol’s Library until quite recently – is a residential library in north Wales. It’s got fantastic collections and you can just go and stay there for a few days and bury yourself in interesting reading matter. It has a strong theological side and is a favourite place for clergy and theologians to hang out. I was completely confused by Timmy Mallett’s association with the Gladstone Library until someone told me that Timmy Mallett’s dad was a clergyman with links there and Timmy Mallett, having made a great deal of money, is a benefactor of the institution. I have found out that the Rev Michael Mallett studied for ordination at St Deiniol’s – as it was then – in the mid 1960s. I’m sorry to go on about it all the time, but Flintshire – the location of the Gladstone Library – was at the heart of the powerbase of the paedophiles’ friends in the 1960s. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and co came from Flintshire and many of them had connections with the Church. Timmy Mallett was born in Cheshire. Just down the road from Chester – where the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring which later numbered Sir Peter Morrison operated. A former Bishop of Chester has been recently named as having been involved.

 

The Mail Online also published a furious article by Daniel Janner, the late Greville’s son. Daniel was hurling venom in the direction of Alison Saunders, who has just announced that she will be standing down as DPP. Daniel maintains that it was Alison Saunders who cruelly put Greville through hell after demanding that there be a trial of the facts with regard to the allegations against Greville. Most people believe that Alison Saunders did Greville a very big favour – she did all she could not to prosecute Greville despite considerable evidence against him and she only announced a trial of the facts after public fury. The announcement came so late that Greville died before a trial of the facts could take place.

Daniel is furious that he was interviewed by the police himself and asked if Greville had ever abused him. I can understand that Daniel may not have been very impressed with that line of questioning, but presumably, Daniel was able to say no – Daniel is a barrister, he is not going to feel intimidated by the police. Daniel fumed about his father being degraded in public, as a doubly incontinent elderly man being accused. Well I didn’t know that Greville was doubly incontinent and I don’t expect that many other people did either, so Daniel seems to have been responsible for inflicting that particular bit of lack of dignity upon his father himself.

Daniel maintains that the CPS was great until Alison Saunders became DPP. Not only was the CPS deeply flawed and notably failed to prosecute certain people for serious offences – including some politicians – despite files of evidence being submitted, but the CPS prosecuted people like me for ludicrous trivial offences. In 1993 Daniel I was prosecuted for ‘staring at a social worker’. In 2002 I was prosecuted because I had told an NHS secretary over the phone that her boss was a fat idiot. The social worker whom I looked at and the fat idiot were both involved in facilitating a paedophile gang. Furthermore Alison Saunders was the first DPP to be appointed from within the CPS. She had worked for them for years.

 

 

 

 

A Galaxy of Talent

Readers who follow the comments section of my blog might have noticed that a few days ago my correspondent Lydia drew my attention to a Top Doctor called Linford Rees who had practiced at the Whitchurch Hospital in Cardiff whom Lydia suspected had connections to Dr T. Gwynne Williams the lobotomist, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and other paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. Lydia had discovered an obituary which was enough to suggest that Linford was a creep of the highest order and advised me to do a bit of research on Linford. I have not been disappointed, it led to a treasure trove.

Professor William Linford Llewellyn Rees was born in 1914 near Llanelli, so was of a similar vintage to Gwynne the lobotomist. The obituaries written about Linford are some of the most toadying that I have ever read and I have read many a fawning obituary of a Top Doctor, crawling is de rigueur if one is a Top Doctor compiling the obituary of another Top Doctor. Linford is universally acknowledged as a giant, the most eminent psychiatrist that Wales has ever seen. Much is made of Linford’s Welshness, but like many Professional Welsh, Linford was based for most of his life in London. Which if you want to rule the roost in Wales is what you do – a lot can be achieved if one is a member of the Professional Welsh based in London.

Linford went to Llanelli Grammar School, University College Cardiff and graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine (Cardiff University’s medical school) in 1938.

After graduation Linford took up a job as Assistant Medical Officer at the Worcester City and County Hospital, Powick, where he received a first class training in doing whatever he felt like without ever being held to account, even in the event of the patients dying. The newly qualified Linford ran the place. He even made up the medicines if the pharmacist was absent and conducted the postmortems – as well as ‘participating in the patients dances’. Linford’s presence at the Lunatics Balls may not have been entirely benign as we will see shortly. The ever diligent Linford found time to examine all of the 800 chronic patients and uncovered a number of cases of syphilitic general paresis. Which indicates just how horrendously neglected those patients had been – although we can’t be entirely sure of anything because Linford was examining the patients, doing the diagnosing, the prescribing, making up the ‘medicines’ and then carried out the postmortem if things went pear-shaped. In between joining in the Lunatics Ball.

Then it was postgraduate training for Linford -the Diploma of Psychological Medicine at the Maudsley of course, where he developed a specialism in psychosomatic medicine. Such an interest could be used to develop genuine sympathy for patients and explore their problems in an interesting and sensitive way, but what seems to have been happening to people at Linford’s hands just sounds horrible. Linford worked closely with H.J. Eysenck, a man so discredited that a lot of people don’t like to admit to having worked with him. Eysenck was considered offensive by many and his ideas considered quite dangerous. His presence was sometimes met with protests from students and there were allegations that his thinking was dangerously near some of the Nazi ideology. Eysenck’s personal history was very effectively used by him to make counter-allegations against his detractors – Eysenck was of course Jewish. But then Greville Janner alleged for years that the people accusing him of child abuse were anti-semitic. Of course fascist websites did seize upon the accusations against Janner and publish them alongside mad anti-semitic rants involving notions of a worldwide Jewish conspiracy, thus doing Janner a very great service.

Rees and Eysenck pursued a particularly peculiar line of research during the war years at the Mill Hill Emergency Hospital (the war time site of the Maudsley) in which they carried out a series of ‘anthropometric measurements’ on all admissions to the hospital which resulted in them compiling the Rees-Eysenck Index for body build in males.

Another charming character with whom Linford worked at Mill Hill was the famously dreadful Sir Aubrey Lewis, the eugenicist and admirer of some of the scientists who worked on some of the Nazi research projects, whose excesses are detailed in my post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’.

Linford’s interest in psychosomatic medicine resulted in him being let loose on patients with asthma, hay fever, bowel disease, urticaria, migraine and sexual dysfunction to conduct ‘pioneering clinical experiments’. I am left with visions of the 1940s version of what many patients with severe clinical depression and whatever ME actually is experienced from the Top Doctors in the 1980s as they became increasingly ill and could not in the end get out of bed or even talk – the Top Doctors bellowed that there was nothing at all wrong with them and they needed to pull their socks up. There was a case in the south of England where a seriously ill teenager died at the hands of the Top Doctors as they reassured everyone that her problems were the result of an over-indulgent mother. The teenager was taken into care, away from that toxic mum who was in despair – the teenager died. Because she was very, very ill. There was a bit of a ding dong over that death, but it was all OK in the end because an investigation concluded that the Top Doctors had acted in her best interests at every stage of her prolonged death.

Linford worked at something called the Prisoner of War Neurosis Unit – I bet he really enjoyed himself there – and then returned to Wales.

In 1946 Linford was appointed to the Whitchurch Hospital, Cardiff as the regional psychiatrist for Wales and Monmouthshire. The sky was the limit then. I never heard any tales of the Whitchurch having an underground chamber a la North Wales Hospital Denbigh in 1986 in which patients who Defied Dafydd were held, but the Whitchurch was pretty bad. The service users wept tears of joy when it was finally closed a few years ago and at one point Whitchurch had the distinction of administering the highest rate of ECT in Europe.

Despite his Welshness, Linford didn’t hang around in Wales for long, he soon returned to the Command and Control Centre at the Royal Bethlem Hospital and the Maudsley, where he was consultant physician, 1954-66. Linford also had a senior role at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1956-78.

In 1966 Linford became Professor of Psychological Medicine – the first Professor of Psychological Medicine in the UK! – at Barts in London. He had already been a lecturer at Bart’s Medical College, 1958-66. Barts was where Lady Juliet Bingley – who led MIND’s concealing of the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales – had her links with the Top Doctors via her father who had been a Top Doctor at Barts and her own previous employment there (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Linford was one of the founders of the Royal College of Psychiatrists in 1971 – Linford and co were desperate to have a Royal College and one with a suitably posh building, it made them feel a bit better about themselves what with their specialism generally considered to be a joke that no good graduate would consider entering. Linford was the second President of the Royal College, 1975-78. So Linford was President when his esteemed colleagues Dafydd and Gwynne in north Wales hatched their plan with Risley Remand Centre, a number of local GPs and corrupt local solicitors to unlawfully arrest Mary Wynch, imprison her and fleece her of her property because she just bloody well wouldn’t shut up about the endemic corruption in the legal profession in north Wales (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I suspect that Mary also knew rather more about UCNW (Bangor University) than was safe, she worked as a secretary in the dysfunctional School of Agriculture alongside the awful Prof J.B. Owen, a sheep farmer who doubled up as a nuclear physicist after Chernobyl (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Lest anyone might have shown any reservations about Dafydd and Gwynne’s Cunning Plan re Mary, they could have always have relied upon the BMA to reassure them that they were doing the Right Thing and support them in their law-breaking – as Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) did in the 1980s and 90s when he faithfully cc’d the BMA into his correspondence concerning me, as he and his colleagues perjured themselves repeatedly in their attempts to have me banged up – because Linford was President of the BMA, 1978-79.

Linford retired in 1980 – by which I mean that he started receiving his generous Top Doctor’s pension and benefits – although he remained as Professor Emeritus at Barts until 1988 and as consulting physician at Barts, 1981-04.

In 1980 Linford entered the profitable world of private clinics. He was Medical Director of the Charter Clinic, 1980-84 and Director of and Advisor to Huntercombe Manor Hospital, 1989-04 and its President, 1992-04. Huntercombe Manor Hospital describes itself as being a hospital for young people with severe mental health problems and eating disorders. It also caters for young people who are sectioned under the Mental Health Act as well as those who have found themselves in trouble with the law. Huntercombe Manor is now one of those private companies which are picking up commissions from the NHS, but when Linford was leading it, it described itself as a private hospital. Whilst Linford was in charge, Huntercombe Manor came under fire for the inadequate care of at least one young patient. I suspect that was just the tip of the iceberg, because not only did Huntercombe Manor have Linford to provide a big umbrella but Huntercombe Manor worked in tandem with dear old St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s led the field in terms of Top Doctors concealing – or in the case of Professor Oliver Brooke perpetuating – child sexual abuse and the associated criminality. In 2000 a volume on eating disorders was published which was edited by Bryan Lask of St George’s and Huntercombe Manor Hospital and Rachel Bryant-Waugh, of Great Ormond Street Hospital. GOSH gets mountains of good publicity but they do have an unfortunate tendency to become involved in high profile cases of child abuse eg. Baby P. It’s soon forgotten though as another TV documentary hits our screens featuring jolly Angels wearing silly hats and playing with the children, sitting down with a cup of char to listen to the kiddies parents sound off about their stress levels and shed a few tears. The eating disorders unit at St George’s was yet another flagship dept at that institution – it was led by Professor Arthur Crisp, who was lauded for having such an impressive recovery rate among his patients. I heard from one of Arthur’s own nurses  what Arthur’s Secret was – if the patients didn’t eat, Arthur discharged them and refused them further treatment. So Arthur just kicked out the most seriously unwell patients. Some of whom will have subsequently died, because severe anorexia has one of the highest mortality rates where mental health problems are concerned.

When I was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the winter of 1986/87, there was only two other young women on the ward. One was the distressed young woman who had been abducted, kept in an attic for three days and sexually assaulted who disappeared without explanation after Angel Iola Edwards heard the young woman telling me what had happened to her (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the other one was a teenaged girl from Rhyl with anorexia. This teenager was a patient of Dr Neil Davies rather than Dafydd – Neil Davies was not the nutter that Dafydd was, but Neil Davies knew what Dafydd was doing and concealed the wrongdoing with the best of them. In my own case Neil Davies remembered that I had been a witness to Dafydd’s Doings thirty years later – and was happy to make a note of this on my medical records and continue the smear campaign whilst giving me every impression that he was getting along with me very well and chatting about my publications. When the patient of Neil Davies’s heard that I was doing an MSc in a London medical school, she told me that Dr Neil Davies had arranged for her to spend a few weeks at an eating disorder unit in London, near Wimbledon. She didn’t know the name of the hospital where she had been, but she knew that it was near Wimbledon. This does not mean that she was an idiot, it was absolutely standard practice for the paedophiles’ friends to send people to other places and not tell them where they were. This is very obvious from the Waterhouse Report, as Sir Ronald Waterhouse delighted in dismissing accounts of serious abuse from witnesses on the grounds that the witness had maintained that they had been assaulted in Bryn Estyn but ooh if you look at the records it is clear that the witness had been in Bryn Alyn. If you are a kid from Lambeth/Southwark/Birmingham/Newcastle and you do not speak Welsh and you are taken overnight (transfers always happened under cover of darkness) to somewhere in Wales, all you’re going to remember was that you were in Bryn somewhere when you were beaten, buggered and gang raped. You’re not going to concern yourself with the niceties of whether it was Bryn Estyn or Bryn Alyn, particularly as nobody will have told you where you were and who assaulted you. Futhermore as the same staff circulated between the different homes and indeed the same paedophiles visited the different homes, another layer of confusion was added. And because documents were forged on a regular basis no-one actually knew what had gone on unless they had been at the scene. I have concluded that the young woman in Denbigh had spent a few weeks at St George’s or at a unit attached to St George’s. There had of course been an attempt to frame this young woman for a crime. She told me that Dr Tony Francis had ‘assessed her’ and tried to force her into confessing to the burglary of a pharmacy which she knew nothing about. The reason why this young woman was still sitting in a medium secure unit in Denbigh was although she had ‘got better’ and was ready to be discharged, she had been remanded on bail by the Courts in Bryn Golau ward after she was arrested and charged with assaulting an occupational therapist called Betty just before she was due to be discharged. The assault was a consequence of the young woman throwing a table tennis bat across the room in frustration where it bounced off a wall and onto Betty. Problem solved, once there was a conviction for assault on a Female Angel, no-one was going to question why Tony Francis tried to force someone into confessing to a crime about which they swore blind they knew nothing and indeed were never charged with.

One other point about Huntercombe Manor Hospital. It is literally just down the road from Cliveden, which in the 1960s was the notorious location of parties to which teenagers from deprived backgrounds who had fallen into the clutches of the hands of Top Doctors and the like were invited in order to have sex with politicians, Russian spies and it is alleged members of the Royal Family. The lady of Cliveden in the 60s when the Profumo Affair erupted was Lady Bronwen Astor. Who began life as Bronwen Pugh, who went to school in Dolgellau, whose father was Welsh judge Sir Alun Pugh and who became a psychotherapist in the ashes of the scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Dolgellau was the location of a number of children’s homes and residential schools which starred in the Waterhouse Report, as well as a ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’, Garth Angharad, which wasn’t a hospital at all but a building used as a prison by the paedophiles. It was owned by struck off solicitor Paul Hett who also owned a number of schools in which children were abused. People who complained about the paedophiles tended to find themselves in Garth Angharad (see post ‘More On Those Prisons For Folk Who Dared Complain’). The case conference held about me in Nov 1989 (of which I knew nothing until last year) which was co-ordinated by Tony Francis where evidence was given by people whom I had never met and at which Dr Chris Hunter – who worked at the Whitchurch Hospital as well as at the Caswell Clinic and Ashworth – whom I did not knew existed until last year, concluded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and should be the subject of a Court Report prepared by the appropriately named Hunter, was timed to coincide with a visit that Hunter was making to Garth Angharad (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

Linford will have known Dr Chris Hunter. And of course Tony Francis, Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd, Dr Neil Davies, he’ll have known the whole lot of them. Particularly as Dafydd ‘trained’ at the Maudsley whilst Linford led the way there and Tony Francis did a stint at the Institute of Psychiatry alongside dear old Linford.

Linford was a founder member of the Society for Psychomatic Research and its President, 1957-58. The Society evolved into the International College of Psychosomatic Medicine. Linford was Chair of the Research and Clinical Section at the Royal Medico-Psychological Association, 1957-63. He sat on the GMC, was a Governor of University College Cardiff and was an Advisor to and the Treasurer of the World Psychiatric Association.

A reading of the 2004 obituaries of Linford tells us even more about him than the nature of his colleagues does.

The Daily Telegraph explained that Linford ‘helped elevate the speciality of psychiatry from the rather second rate position to which it had been relegated’ – he elevated it so much that it attracted a bunch of criminals who were facilitating a paedophile gang. Linford’s ‘rigorous’ clinical trials originally with chlorpromazine and halperidol and subsequently with anti-depressant medication ‘contributed to the rescue of chronic patients from ‘backwards’ institutions into community psychiatry’. After which they were left half-destitute or to die on the streets, unless they made such a nuisance of themselves that they were placed in secure units. Or of course in prison. Whilst Linford’s ‘community psychiatry’ presided, Dafydd was operating that underground chamber in Denbigh. Where the patients will have been dosed up with chlorpromazine and haloperidol.

Linford was a ‘fine teacher’ and at Bethlem, Barts and Hackney Linford taught students in small groups in the great outdoors in the grounds of the hospital. He would ‘spice up the usual aids for his lectures on psychopharmacology with political incorrect ‘accidental’ insertions of a photograph of a bathing beauty’. Note – not a sunbathing beauty, who will have been wearing a swimming costume – or at the very least a thong – but a bathing beauty. So Linford was showing students photos of women in the bath. Who might these bathing beauties have been? Linford’s wife and daughters perhaps? Some of his students who happily let him into the bathroom with them? I don’t expect so. I think it most probable that the bathing beauties were Linford’s patients. The young attractive ones like the ones whom Dafydd targeted for sexploitation. There will have been no locks on the doors of the bathrooms in the institutions in which Linford did whatever he wanted and there might well not even have been any doors on the bathrooms in those days. The bathrooms will have been communal, the beauties will have been forced into them, ordered to strip off and get in there. WHOOPS here comes Professor Linford Rees with his camera, on the ward round…If Dafydd could conduct ward rounds at 3am and arrive at midnight to ‘visit’ me when I was in bed, I’m sure that Linford could have dropped into those bathrooms just as the beauties were having their clothes ripped off….

It was noted in another obituary that after he retired, Linford took up photography as a past-time. I am reminded of the Monty Python sketch Nudge Nudge, in which Eric Idle pesters Terry Jones as to whether he is interested in ‘photographs ay he asked him knowingly’. Jones asks ‘holiday snaps?’ only to be greeted with ‘could be, could be taken on holiday’. The putative wife of Jones in this sketch comes from Purley. So imagine how entertained I was to find that Linford actually lived in Purley. Although it is a location favoured by corrupt Top Doctors. Rashmi Varma, one of the Top Doctors at St George’s who ended up being investigated by the GMC for coercing NHS patients into donating eggs for private patients, lived at Purley. Linford is remembered for being a genial host at Purley. Yeh, I bet that he had all sorts to dinner over there, everybody worth toadying to or able to do him a favour or worth pumping for info. They probably all enjoyed the porn starring the patients as well.

The Torygraph scribbler remembers that Linford ‘could always put patients at their ease…ask them unthreateningly in his Welsh lilt ‘how do you feel in your spirits today?’ Not that he’ll have been in the least bit interested in the patients ‘spirits’, they’ll all have been dosed up to the eye-balls with the same anti-psychotic, the same dose prescribed for absolutely everyone, prescribed by the one virtually unemployable junior doctor who had ended up slumming it in psychiatry, who will have been told what to precribe by the senior nurse ‘because that’s what we do here’. Linford won’t have needed to have done the threatening either, that will have been done by the Angels in the days leading up to Linford’s visit to the ward. No-one else will have asked the patients how they were, they’ll have been given a grand total of 5 or 10 mins with Linford once a week – if that – and if any of them stated as was often stated in Denbigh re Dafydd ‘I don’t want to see him’, they will have been met with Angels yelling ‘you won’t get out of here until you do’. If the dissidents pointed out that they were surrounded by docile patients who had never shown a spark of rebellion but who had been in the hospital for decades nonetheless, when Linford arrived the refuseniks would have simply been physically dragged into his presence by the Angels.

Whilst I was imprisoned in Denbigh, one of the nurses told me that just the year previously an old lady called Mary had died. She was the ‘last one’ who had been banged up in Denbigh for getting pregnant before she was married. She died in Denbigh in 1985. Everybody knew that she was there only because 60 years ago she had become pregnant. The reminiscing Angel also told me that a few years previously she had obtained special permission to take Mary on a day trip outside of the hospital. For the first time in her life Mary saw a zebra crossing and was wowed by the Belisha beacons. Linford Rees had retired by the time that Mary died in Denbigh.

Thank goodness we had Linford who transformed psychiatry.

Not only did Linford have a Welsh lilt, but he spoke Welsh as well. Probably not in Purley because no-one would have understood him, but Linford did let it be known that he was a Welsh speaker, just like Dafydd, Gwynne and Tony Francis did. The language of heaven! Obviously where Mary had been for most of the twentieth century. How did Linford die? No, he wasn’t killed by a bathing beauty in an act of self-defence, he died in his sleep at home, during a nap after having a cup of tea and a Welsh cake. With the porn library in his study next door perhaps. I’m quite partial to Welsh cakes, but I did not ever see one served up in Denbigh and I bet that Linford’s patients didn’t get a Welsh cake either. They’ll have had slices of Mother’s Pride with factory produced jam on it.

Linford’s talents were such that ‘there is no doubt that his personality had a therapeutic effect in its own right’. The thing about gross Top Doctors is that no matter how gross they are, the Angels constantly tell the patients that no matter how outrageous or unacceptable the Top Doctor has been, it will have been for their benefit. One day in about 1993 I was sitting in the Hergest Unit with the other patients and Dafydd arrived in his Range Rover, parked it against hospital rules right outside the window blocking our view and when he got out everyone started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One patient quipped ‘he’s got an extension sheath that reaches to Cardiff’ and after much hilarity and ribaldry, a deeply shocked woman just remarked ‘well he says the most terrible things to you, but I think that he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Which caused someone to ask whether Dafydd was a Zen master. When I told Brown about all this Brown remarked that it was interesting that whatever Dafydd did, the only interpretation permitted by the hospital was that somehow it had therapuetic benefit.

The now discredited anti-psychiatrist David Cooper had sex with his patients and called it bed therapy. I think there was quite a bit of that going on and not only on the part of the anti-psychiatrists either. After all who can resist a few bathing beauties if any complaints will simply result in the bathing beauty being sent to Garth Angharad and another bathing beauty will be coming along within days to fill her place?

Now just in case anyone might have been a bit concerned that the bathing beauties may have not welcomed the interest of Linford and his camera, the Torygraph let us know how irresistible old Linford was. He ‘had an attractive sun tan. Indeed he cut an elegant figure overall, with a handsome Celtic head’.

I lived in Wales for many years but I did not know that such a thing as a ‘Celtic head’ existed. Perhaps it was something that Linford and Eysenck managed to identify and categorise whilst they were busy measuring all those people back in the 1940s. Another obituary makes a reference to Linford being a snappy dresser and to his fashionable ties. After reading about this Adonis I was delighted to find a photo of Linford in the BMJ. All I could see was a middle-aged man who had lost much of his hair wearing a boring suit and a very 1970s tie, of the sort that the old farts on the BBC used to wear if the were trying to be with-it. No wonder Robert Bluglass told Dafydd that I’d probably end up in a ward for the criminally insane, I am obviously not as other women.

The Toryraph mentions that Linford ‘took a close interest in the lives of his junior doctors’. I noticed at Hammersmith/RPMS and St George’s that part of the game is to extract info from people that can be used against them in the future if necessary and of course with the Linfords of the world it also involved identifying which female members of staff one will be able to have sex with.

Another obituary of Linford written by Hamid Ghodse – to whom I will return later in this post – commented that ‘patients would pour out their symptoms to his sympathetic ear’, that he was ‘an excellent listener and a thoughtful advisor’ and had a ‘great sense of humour and of fun’.

Professor Griffith Edwards wrote in the Guardian that Linford ‘pioneered NHS psychiatric services in Wales as Regional Psychiatrist’ – so we’ve got Linford to thank for that state of the art cellar in which patients were incarcerated in Denbigh then. Edwards identified where Linford’s genius was able to blossom. It was of course at the Maudsley in ‘the heady days when Aubrey Lewis was in the lead and a galaxy of talent provided the peer group’.

‘A galaxy of talent’ ‘under the lead’ of the crazed and deeply unpleasant Aubrey Lewis with his links to the Nazi scientists  (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). That galaxy included the dazzling star that is Dafydd.

These people are just quite delusional. It was this sort of culture that enabled Dafydd to appear in the media in the 1990s and claim to be ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’, describing Denbigh as a ‘leading hospital’ and himself as the first person to identify a case of PTSD – it was in one of his outpatients clinics in Dolgellau no less. It also enabled a former manager of the paedophile gang, Rob Evans, to feel able to tell the Waterhouse Inquiry that the mental health services in Gwynedd were probably the best in Europe. The paedophiles in north Wales were leading the field on a European level, but down at the Maudsley they weren’t just reaching for the stars, they were the Milky Way itself.

How did the British state ever manage to invest so much responsibility and power in people like this?

Griffith Edwards reminds us that Linford’s first scientific paper was co-authored with Carl Lambert in 1944 and concerned ‘Intravenous Barbiturates In The Treatment Of Hysteria’ – as suffered by women no doubt. Probably the bathing beauties when the perma-tanned Linford joined them in the bathroom whispering sweet nothings in their ear in his Welsh lilt..  ‘Other early work included electronarcosis, insulin therapy, high dosage cortisone’ – all those utterly discredited things that killed a number of people and left most others damaged for life. Light was on the horizon however – ‘the beginnings of a new dawn with the arrival of chlorpromazine’ and tardive dykinesia with it… Linford was of course ‘a world authority on what drugs can do to help the mentally ill’ – in Linford’s day that was even less than they can do at present which very often is not much, other than send the patients into a sound sleep 18 hours a day.

Edwards remembers Linford’s ‘charm, courtesy and humour’ and how he was ‘endlessly kind to younger professionals who asked him for advice’. I really am wondering if perhaps a ‘younger professional’ in the shape of Tony Francis might have asked Linford for a bit of advice himself when a postgrad student began to discover the extent of the wrongdoing of Francis and his colleagues.

Griffith Edwards arrived at the Maudsley in 1959 to work with Linford. Obviously part of the Galaxy of Talent which Griffith himself identified. I will return to the astronomical phenomenon which was Griffith Edwards shortly.

Linford was an advocate of the ‘biopsychosocial model’ of mental illness – which covers all possibilities really – and understood the ‘importance of evidence based care’. He did of course contribute ‘to the destigmatisation of mental illness’ – so that’ll be why the Royal College of Psychs are still banging on about how they’re fighting the stigma. How can there be any stigma left to fight after Linford’s valiant battle? Robert Bluglass was a leading light in the non-stigmatising Royal College, which will be why he spouted crap to Dafydd about me being destined for a ward for the criminally insane.

The icing on the cake in terms of the Obituaries Of Lies however has to be the claim that Linford ‘was ever conscious of the need to safeguard [patients] rights’.

Linford was a leading figure in the World Psychiatric Association ‘when psychiatry in the Soviet Union was used to persecute political dissidents by the spurious diagnoses of mental illness…eventually the Soviet Union had to be forced to resign from the World Psychiatric Association’.

I remember that day back in 1987 when I was sitting in a cell in Bangor Police Station having been arrested for ‘attempting to stab a psychiatrist’, although the police had by then received a statement from a witness who very firmly told them that I had not tried to stab anyone (see post ‘Workers Play Time’), but nonetheless the police wouldn’t let me go although I hadn’t been charged – because they had received a call from Dafydd who told them that he was on his way to see me, which presumably was enough to justify unlawfully detaining someone. At about midnight Dafydd staggered into the cell  – Dafydd always appeared at midnight when he had ‘come to see me’, there must have been something about that particular witching hour – and I told him that he ought to put his talents to use in Russia….

Pussy Riot!

I hope that the Soviets didn’t pay good money for their membership of the WPA, because if they did Mr Putin needs to ask for their subs back.

The BMJ remembered the ‘handsomely Celtic’ Linford who remained ‘unwrinkled in old age’. We are also told that Linford used to take his children on the Christmas ward rounds with him, even to the locked wards. Now if the patients were treated humanely instead of being treated with a completely lack of dignity and respect, a Christmas visit from some children who didn’t have bad attitudes to psych patients could be really nice. But I suspect that Linford’s Christmas visits to the locked wards with his offspring were rather like the occasions on which Dafydd turned up to work with his kids – Dafydd’s kids were rude and unruly and insulted and took the piss out of the patients. Furthermore Dafydd divulged confidential information about patients to his older teenaged children which those kids felt able to pass on. And being Dafydd, it won’t have just been confidential info that was given to the kids to transmit, it’ll have been the usual bare faced lies. Your kids shouldn’t have really been yelling at me that I was a nutter should they Dafydd? Tch tch….and I have been told repeatedly that people were frightened to complain about Dafydd because he ‘knew personal things about them’ which they knew that he would make known in their communities. Probably by telling his kids.

Never mind, I know things about Dafydd! And they are a good deal more damning than any of the minor indiscretions over which he blackmailed and threatened so many people in the language of heaven with his Welsh lilt.

The BMJ reveals that not only did the handsome tanned Linford enjoy photographs of bathing beauties, but he whizzed around in a speed boat and also went water ski-ing.

Linford was awarded a CBE in 1978.

This ‘patriotic Welshman’ and member of the Gorsedd of the Bards lived most of his life in London, although he followed the London Welsh Rugby Club and his links to south Wales were described as being strong via his family and his wife, Catherine Thomas, who was ‘from Swansea Valley’. Linford had two sons and two daughters.

One of Linford’s sons, David, was a urologist who predeceased him. Another son Vaughan was described as a ‘retired fertility expert’ in a press interview a few years ago, but I can’t find any trace of him online. Linford’s daughter Catrin was a nurse who trained at Barts – where her dad ruled the roost –  but Catrin ended up marrying and being close friends with the rich and famous as a result of her sister’s contacts. Catrin’s sister was Angharad Rees, who became very well-known when she starred in  the 1970s TV series Poldark as the serving wench with a comedy west country accent who married above herself.

Like Linford, Angharad really maxed out on her Welsh credentials. Angharad ‘grew up’ in Rhiwbina, Cardiff but in 1953 the family moved to Purley.

Not only did Angharad become famous and a sex symbol, but she married another famous actor who was a sex symbol – Christopher Cazenove. Cazenove was an upper-class old Etonian luvvie whose younger brother Robert was an equerry to HM the Queen! I’m beginning to see why there’d be no chance of the activities of Angharad’s sleaze bag dad hitting the press. Cazenove’s flatmate when he was young was the ridiculous Julian Fellowes who has spent his whole life befriending aristocrats, so he doesn’t care that everybody took the piss out of his TV drama Downton Abbey for being so historically inaccurate. Cazenove really hit the big time in 1986 when he starred in Dynasty and befriended the likes of Joan Collins. Cazenove moved to Hollywood but jetted back and forth between Hollywood and London to see Angharad. Angharad and Cazenove divorced in 1994. Angharad had a relationship with actor Alan Bates – I think he was the one who did the nude wrestling scene with Oliver Reed, who was never in the least bit homoerotic and he’d punch anyone in the face who said that he was.

Angharad and Cazenove had two sons, Linford and Rhys. Linford was killed in a car crash when he was 25 years old in circumstances ‘which are a mystery’. He was going very fast on a motorway and whoops he went across the central reservation, just like that. I rather suspect that there might have been something about that crash that the Rees-Cazenove clan wanted kept quiet – they’d certainly have been able to achieve that if they wished, what with a corrupt Top Doc as the paterfamilias and Angharad and Christopher’s Lilibet-TV-theatre-Hollywood friendships.

Christopher earned a fortune from his work on Dynasty but spent even more of a fortune ‘on classic cars and fast living’ and at one point was made bankrupt. He died of septicaemia in St Thomas’s at the age of 64. I think that might be another death the circumstances of which we haven’t heard the full story. It was mentioned that Christopher had been ill for a long time, that Tommy’s were wonderful – as always – and that Christopher fought a valiant battle but succumbed. When people die of septicaemia there is usually some info provided as to how they developed it, but not a mention with Christopher. Septicaemia can occur after surgery but in those circumstances one usually hears about it because people are very cross with the hospital. Intravenous drug users are also susceptible to septicaemia.

Angharad married for a second time in 2005 – to Sir David McAlpine. Sir David McAlpine’s brother was Lord Alistair McAlpine, who was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party, 1979-83, Treasurer and a very successful fundraiser for the Tory Party in the 1980s when Thatcher was PM and when Sir Peter Morrison was a member of that Gov’t and molesting children in care in north Wales. Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury whilst McAlpine was Deputy Chair of the Party. Readers may remember that when the allegations about senior politicians being involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal blew up a few years ago, one of the former residents of Bryn Estyn, Steve Messham, appeared on Newsnight and named Alistair McAlpine as being on the men who had molested him. McAlpine denied it and sued a number of people who repeated Messham’s allegation, including Sally Bercow, the Speaker’s wife. My documents do not contain any references to McAlpine, but McAlpine had connections to numerous people who definitely concealed the activities of the paedophile gang in north Wales (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’). McAlpine will have known what Peter Morrison was doing because it was an open secret. McAlpine gave the libel damages that he received to charity. One of those charities had connections with child abusers, but McAlpine may not have known that.

Angharad Rees starred in many other TV productions as well as in Poldark. The titles of some of them are quite poignant. They include: Doctor In The House, Crown Court, Within These Walls and Hands Of The Ripper.

Angharad was an Honorary Fellow at the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

Like Linford who was Welsh but lived in London and hung out with the rich and famous in London, Welsh Angharad lived in Knightsbridge, where her jewellery design company was based. Angharad died from pancreatic cancer not so long ago. She left over £2 million in her will, to her husband. Not that he’ll have needed any of it, the McAlpines are worth a fortune.

It sounds to me as though Linford with his Welsh lilt and his Welsh cakes and his bathing beauties just about ran Welsh psychiatry. So I don’t think that the sleazy habits of Angharad’s dad or those of his colleagues were ever going to be given much of an airing in the media. Various seedy associates of Dafydd – including some of those kids of his – used to aggressively yell at me that ‘he knows really famous people’. Because the people shouting this in my direction were very obviously not too bright or well-educated I did guess that the ‘really famous people’ would probably be off the TV and of course I used to watch Dafydd popping up on Kilroy and the Vincent Kane programmes. What a laugh – just imagine if Linford had invited old Dafydd to his soirees in Purley with the likes of Joan Collins dropping in. I can’t imagine anything worse than being in Purley with Joan Collins, I think I’d rather be in the cellar in Denbigh, but Dafydd would really dine out on such an occasion.

To be honest Joan et al, all I could ever think of when Dafydd’s showbiz friends were hinted at was ‘haven’t they noticed what he is LIKE????’

There is a class of people who are very impressed with celebs and won’t upset them – politicians. Particularly those of a New Labouresque nature – as well as the Kinnocks who’s advisors created New Labour. The Kinnocks who really thought that they were were going to win that election in 1992 and would have done anything to have done so. Including wrecking the careers of a few young people working in the media and in medical research in London who knew about Dafydd et al in north Wales perhaps Neil?

Linford and Dafydd weren’t the only Top Docs who knew Really Famous People. Linford Rees jointly edited the ‘Textbook of Psychiatry’ (1977) with Chris Ball and Maurice Lipsedge.

Maurice Lipsedge is honorary senior clinical lecturer at the Institute of Psychiatry, King’s College, London. Lipsedge treated Diana Princess of Wales for anorexia. I’m not sure that he was very effective in making Diana feel any better about herself.

Lipsedge was named in an article in the Indie, 8 Oct 1994. The article concerned the case of a financier Harry Reuben, who had died of a heart attack after a two year Bank of England investigation into his company. Harry’s widow Sylvia protested directly to the Governor of the Bank of England Eddie George about the bullying tactics employed by the Bank, which Sylvia maintained led to Harry suffering an ‘acute nervous breakdown’.

Harry was an accountant who ran Sylcon Finance, which invested funds at Barclays for Harry’s contacts and relatives. Sylcon was positively encouraged by Barclays who guaranteed two deposits which totalled £500k. In Aug 1992 a new manager Steve Kalli reported Sylcon to the Bank of England. The Bank raided Sylcon’s office on 1 Oct 1992 and seized documents. They returned on 6 Oct – on Yom Kippur, although Harry and Sylvia were Jewish – and froze the assets. On 15 Jan 1993 the Bank had Harry’s sons Ian and Lawrence arrested and petitioned for the company to be wound up. The Bank then used three Metropolitan Police officers and three of its own enforcers to arrest Harry on 6 April 1994. Sylvia maintained that Harry was frail and confused, said ‘let me die’ and collapsed. Harry was then ‘de-arrested’ by Acting Det Sgt Byron Thomas and was taken to St Mary’s Hospital Paddington.

The Bank’s Enforcer-In-Chief Peter Filmer hired Maurice Lipsedge on 25 July to provide an opinion regarding Harry’s fitness to plead. Harry repeated ‘let me die’ constantly. In his written report Lipsedge noted that ‘It was a grotesque parody….He is malingering’. Harry did not see Lipsedge’s report for several weeks. After he did read it Harry experienced a heart attack and died on 9 August 1994.

Eddie George subsequently defended the Bank’s actions. After Jan 1993 Barclays distanced itself from Sylcon. Barclays took £1.2 million of investors money to pay off the company overdraft, bank charges and to pay back the guaranteed deposits. The other investors didn’t do quite so well as Barclays – they received less than 4p in the pound.

Because the Top Doctors all write obituaries for each other, I wasn’t surprised to see the old chestnuts appear in Lipsedge’s obituary of his mate Jim Watson in the Guardian in 2016. The words ‘committed psychiatrist’, ‘inspired generations’, ‘humour’ and ‘scientific rigour’ featured.

Jim Watson went to Trinity College Cambridge – like that corrupt foursome who concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al at the Home Office in the 1980s who identified as ‘Trinity Men’ (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’) – and then King’s College London for his clinical training. Then Jim was part of the Galaxy of Talents under Aubrey Lewis at the Maudsley. At the Maudsley, Jim Watson was influenced by ‘poet and psychotherapist’ Bob Hobson – it was Bob who ‘trained’ Dafydd! Dafydd made a point of telling Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s that in 1991 when I was admitted to Springfield as a patient of Jacobson’s. After a telephone call with Dafydd, Jacobson wrote to Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s – a mate of Helena Kennedy’s – noting that Dafydd had described me as ‘attractive and seductive’ and that he stated that he and Tony Francis ‘had a soft spot for me’ (Francis was trying to have me imprisoned at the time). Jacobson noted that both Tony Francis and Dafydd had lost ‘their boundaries’ – that is shrink speak for ‘they’re having sex with the patients’ – and that he thought that it would be ‘very difficult’ to help me with ‘the set up in Wales’. Jacobson also told Eastman that Dafydd had trained under Bob Hobson and had treated me ‘in a therapeutic community’ – so that’s what Bryn Golau ward in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was, which was full of victims of the paedophile gang illegally imprisoned and dosed up to the eye-balls on chlorpromazine, whilst they were occasionally assaulted by the Angels and threatened with incarceration in the underground chamber. It was a therapeutic community! The Chief Angel on the ward in Springfield – a truly dreadful Australian woman called Stephanie – told the other Angels that I’d been treated in a therapeutic community, that everything that could be tried with me had been tried, so I was going to be discharged. The registrar Dr Alice Levinson wrote a letter stating that I was not psychotic, that I was suicidal with the stress of being repeatedly arrested by those we know and love in north Wales, that I was to be discharged with no further treatment but referred to the forensic team ‘for containment’ no less.

Jacobson also documented that he had spoken to Tony Francis who had recommended that St George’s contact Lucille Hughes for information about my ‘dangerousnes’. Lucille Hughes was Dafydd’s mistress, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services and was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s homes in north Wales but did not respond. I had never met Lucille Hughes and had never received a ‘service’ from Gwynedd Social Services. St George’s made the kind offer of the use of the social work team based at Clare House – which will have covered the Wandsworth area – should Lucille et al wish to tell them how dangerous I was in detail. I didn’t know that this social work team existed and I had never had any contact with them.

I’m so glad that the daddy of this lot Bob Hobson had a sensitive side and wrote poetry. I expect that Dafydd is a watercolourist in his spare time. Flowers probably.

My post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’ which discusses the paedophile network that operated in the Borough of Richmond-Upon-Thames in London in the 1970s and 1980s mentioned that the Director of Education in Wandsworth had been named as a paedophile who visited the notorious Elm Guest House where children in care were taken to be used for sex. Sir Peter Morrison visited the Elm Guest House and a boy in care from Wrexham was taken there. The Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Oliver Brooke was jailed for the possession of large amounts of child porn – which was stored on the premises of St George’s in the paediatrics dept – in 1986. Detectives who worked on the Brooke case stated that he was a key player in a pan-European paedophile ring. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’ discusses Cynthia Payne’s brothel at Streatham, just down the road from St George’s and how some St George’s Top Doctors were customers. The brothel was used as a networking opportunity for professional people with various fetishes – customers included judges, vicars, peers, lawyers and police officers. Cynthia Payne was the only person to be charged. Cynthia Payne shared her house – the brothel – with her friend Lord David Sutch, of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party. David Sutch suffered from manic depression and lived in the catchment area of the St George’s psychiatric team. He became seriously depressed, did not get any better and in 1999 David Sutch hung himself. Or at least he was found hung, it was presumed that he did it himself. An awful lot of people who were witness to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were found dead, having been presumed to have killed themselves. Carole Kasir the manager of the Elm Guest House was found dead, having killed herself it was said with an overdose of insulin.

Dafydd’s old mate from the unforgettable Galaxy of Talent Jim Watson was appointed consultant and senior lecturer at St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1971 and Chair of Psychiatry at St George’s in 1974. Watson then became the head of the academic department of psychiatry at the United Medical and Dental Schools of Guys and St Thomas’s.

Maurice Lipsedge’s obituary of Jim Watson stated that he ‘deplored the absence of training about sexuality for medical students and trainees and established a popular course on this topic’. Now that would have had interesting consequences at St George’s where a paedophile ring which was operating in the area was concealed, a member of the ring being the Professor of Paediatrics. It would have interesting consequences at St Thomas’s as well. St Thomas’s is located very close to Parliament and is the local hospital for the folk of Westminster.

Lipsedge also mentions in Watson’s obituary that Watson’s wife Christine Colley was a consultant and senior lecturer at the Middlesex Hospital in reproductive healthcare. Together they established a sex and relationship problems clinic at Guys.

Lipsedge noted that as well as Bob Hobson, the other influence on Jim Watson was Jim Birley, who like Bob Hobson ‘was a community psychiatrist’.

Jim Birley was the son of the neurologist Jim Birley and was born near Harley Street – another Top Doctor who was a Top Doctor by birth. Birley went to Oxford and then to Tommy’s for his clinical training. In 1954 whilst doing his national service Birley ‘was impressed by the way that deep sleep treatment helped a colleague’. One wonders what Birley thought that he had seen because deep sleep treatment is one of the many discredited dangerous treatments that didn’t work. After witnessing the miracle that is deep sleep treatment Birley took a series of junior medical posts, then rocked up at Tommy’s once more and spent a year working under the lethal William Sargant (see post ‘Dr Death’), just like Dr Death did a few years later.

In 1969 Birley joined the MRC Social Psychiatry Research Unit at the Maudsley as a consultant. Birley was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry, 1971-82. He retired in  1990. Birley was Dean of the Royal College of Psychiatry, 1982-87 and President, 1987-90. He was President of the BMA, 1993-94. Now let’s have a look at those obituaries written after Jim Birley died in 2013.

The Guardian obit – written by Caroline Richmond who writes many obits for Top Doctors – told us that Birley had made a ‘great breakthrough’ in the understanding of schizophrenia in the late 1960s. Which will be why schizophrenia is still baffling the people who’ve been working on it for decades, why no-one understands what it is or why it occurs and why none of the drugs used really do much more than sedate people. Pharmacologists freely admit that medical science is many, many years away from developing a drug that really will be effective in schizophrenia. Meanwhile clinical psychologists are trying a variety of non-drug interventions and the last big schizophrenia story to hit the popular media involved theories relating to the immune system. So it’s interesting to read that Jim Birley had it all sorted in the late 1960s. In 1968 Birley and George Brown published ‘Crisis and Life Changes and the Onset of Schizophrenia’ in the Journal of Health and Social Behaviour in the US, which, the Guardian tells us is of course a ‘classic’ paper. The Top Doctors do all tend to have written a classic paper, they have all published something which is the equivalent of Crick and Watson’s paper on the double helix.

The Maudsley passed its long term patients to Cane Hill Hospital near Croydon – those will be the many patients whose conditions had not improved despite the attentions of Sir Aubrey and his Galaxy of Talent, so they’ll have been dumped in the ‘backwards’ of Cane Hill, backwards which the Galaxy of Talent of course banished off the face of the earth altogether as they destigamatised psychiatry and transformed the landscape. In the 1970s Birley established the Windsor Walk Housing Association which was supported accommodation. At about the same time Birley established the Camberwell Rehabilitation Association, which employed patients to undertake tasks such as making fuse boxes.

Such’rehab’ work schemes were inevitably highly exploitative, with patients being paid an utter pittance. There were commercial relationships between the companies who benefited from the patients’ labour – the company paid for the work undertaken and they paid a lot more than the patients ever received in pay. Virtually free labour was also supplied by patients under the guise of occupational therapy. I was told of one hospital which had a commercial contract with a manufacturer of matches and at Warlingham Park Hospital patients spent their time packing paper towels. At Warlingham Park this ‘occupational therapy’ was obligatory. Patients clocked on at 9am and stayed at the yoke until 5pm and if they refused to ‘attend occupational therapy’ they were sectioned. There weren’t many who wanted to risk that, because Warlingham Park was a notoriously brutal hospital where a number of staff were actually imprisoned after patients had been seriously injured and raped. Please see my post ‘A Trade In People – Between London And North Wales’ for an account of the experiences of one family known to me who had experienced the delights of Warlingham Park. It involved the suspicious death of a middle-aged mother whilst sectioned at the hospital, the sectioning of her two teenaged children when they raised concerns about the circumstances of their mum’s death, the fleecing of those two children out of their inheritance by a number of crooked Top Doctors and lawyers and then the transportation of the two by now young adult children to north Wales – where they had never even visited – ‘for a new start’. Upon arriving in Bethesda, they found that their neighbours had been told that they were ‘interested in young children’ and the young woman was arrested by the police following baseless allegations that she had been ‘dancing naked’ in her house and inviting children in whilst at it. After years of neglect from the Hergest Unit the husband of this young woman choked to death whilst living in a ‘care home’ where he was under observation every 20 mins. No-one ever explained how his body laid undiscovered for a couple of hours.

The man whom I knew who was forced to pack paper towels at Warlingham Park to boost the profits of the NHS was paid a matter of pennies per hour. Before his mum died at the hands of Warlingham Park and he was sectioned, he had been an engineering apprentice.

The best story that I have heard re free labour as occupational therapy did of course come from someone who had been a patient at Denbigh. She was 19 years old at the time in 1985 and her therapy was to pack Dr Whites sanitary towels into boxes whilst a student nurse supervised her to make sure that there was no slacking. The student nurse in question later became the nurse manager of the Hergest Unit, Lena Henry. Happy memories Lena!!! I heard about this when I compared notes with this person about our Dafydd and Denbigh experiences. We did end up having such a laugh at the horrors of Denbigh that I received an e mail from her the next morning suggesting that the next time that we took a trip down memory lane we’d need incontinence pads rather than Dr Whites. Unlike me, this person was born in Bangor and went to school there. She told me that there were constant allegations that Dafydd ‘sold’ young female patients from Denbigh to members of local chapels who used them sexually. By the time that I was told this, I had already known a woman who had grown up on Anglesey who told me that when she was a child her father and uncle used her as a child prostitute and she was passed around the members of a chapel on Anglesey. She tried to kill herself when she was a young adult and ended up in Denbigh. The members of the chapel told her that if she returned to the chapel they would not sit next to her. This lady was a long-term mental health patient in north Wales and the Top Doctors were fully aware of her allegations.

Dafydd lives on Anglesey and was well thought of by members of the local chapel. As well as the Police Federation, members of the Methodist Church turned out to give former North Wales Police Superindent Gordon Anglesea a good send-off after he died in prison in 2016 following his conviction for the historical abuse of boys in care in Bryn Estyn.

In 1971 Jim Birley – after meeting David Ennals – founded the Southwark Association for Mental Health. The Southwark Association for Mental Health ran a charity shop and held fetes to raise funds.

Southwark Social Services sent numerous children in its care to the Bryn Alyn Community and continued to send them even after the kids complained of being abused. The local MP was Lib Dem Simon Hughes, who was one of the MPs who signed an early day motion opposing the proposed closure of Garth Angharad, that personal prison used by the paedophiles friends (see post ‘More On Those Who Signed That Early Day Motion’).

In 1971 David Ennals was leading a major campaign for MIND. He later became Chair of MIND and it was whilst Ennals was Chair that Tony Smythe was appointed as Chief Exec of MIND. Tony Smythe had links with paedophiles’ rights groups such as PIE. David Ennals was Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1976-79. Before he had ever met Jim Birley, Ennals had served as a junior Minister in the Home Office – whilst the Home Office was directly responsible for managing Approved Schools, such as Bryn Estyn and Axwell Park, where there were paedophile gangs in operation.

David Ennals brother Sir Paul Ennals was Chief Executive of the NCB (National Children’s Bureau). He was also a member of safeguarding Boards in Haringey, Gateshead, Sunderland and Tyneside. Which would have meant a lot of commuting. All of the locations in which Sir Paul was busy safeguarding had paedophile rings operating in the children’s services.

The Guardian assures us that Birley’s ‘patients adored him…he cared deeply for them, never trying to offload them onto other doctors’. Dafydd used to stress that he too never offloaded his patients. Once you were lumbered with Dafydd, you were stuck with him for life. Even if you went to London to work. Birley was ‘kind, gentle, modest, caring, tolerant and humerous’, ‘a great clinician, intellectually astute yet humble’, who ‘treated everyone with the same courtesy’ and was ‘a wonderful mentor’ who enjoyed ‘practical jokes’.

Birley once suffered a manic episode and ‘spoke quite openly about it, showing it could happen to anyone’. The circumstances under which this happened occurred whilst the Maudsley was being picketed – I’d love to know why that was. Birley ‘briefly’ became manic, feeling that he’d seen the light. His family and friends noticed and three colleagues sent him home with a tranquilliser which Birley said made him feel ‘as if he had stepped into a hot bath’. Two days later Birley was as ‘right as rain’.

The Top Doctors seem to enjoy rather better recoveries from mental health problems than the rest of the population. Other people who experience bouts of mental illness find themselves sectioned and subjected to occupational health reports from other Top Doctors stating that they are not suitable for various professions, but the Top Doctors make miraculous recoveries and carry on as if nothing had ever been amiss. Unless of course they are whistleblowers, in which case they never work again.

Whilst Birley was President of the BMA, 1993-94, he published a report on the involvement of Doctors in torture overseas. In 1993 I was fined £60 in  Bangor Magistrates Court for ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’. The social worker in question was Jackie Brandt, a social worker employed by Gwynedd Social Services, who had previously unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd after Alun Davies told me that if I didn’t drop my complaints about the mental health services I’d be sectioned. My complaint against Brandt and Davies following these events was never investigated, although it was admitted that Brandt had not completed a report as she was legally obliged to do. Brandt saw me in Safeways one day and went straight down to Bangor Police Station and made a statement claiming that I had screamed and swore at her and threatened her. Under cross-examination by my solicitor in Court, Brandt started crying and admitted that I hadn’t even spoken to her in Safeways. I was fined for causing her ‘alarm and distress’ as defined by the Public Order Act. Brandt was never investigated for perjury.

After Brandt gave the performance of a lifetime in the witness box, I was told by the family of another patient that Brandt had unlawfully detained their daughter in the Hergest Unit and after they made a complaint, Brandt and Tony Francis ‘told lie after lie after lie’. Brandt was then appointed as this young woman’s key worker – although the young woman hated her and refused to speak to her. The young woman was renting a house which she shared with another young woman in Felinheli. Brandt went round to visit. The young woman refused to answer the door. So Brandt called the police, who broke the door down and took her to Ysbyty Gwynedd where Brandt and Tony Francis sectioned her. The young woman was then evicted from her house by the landlord because of the damage caused when the police broke in. So the young woman was now a ‘homeless paranoid schizophrenic’. Two years previously the homeless paranoid schizophrenic had been leading a rather yuppyish life in London. Her problems began when she made friends with Marco Pierre White and his circle of friends. A series of very distressing things happened to this young woman and a Top Doctor was called. She was ‘taken home’ to north Wales – where she had grown up – and sectioned by Brandt and Francis. Who told her that she mustn’t go back to London again because People In London Didn’t Want To See Her.

I got to know this young woman very well during the 1990s and on a number of occasions her mental health would very obviously improve and she would  land herself jobs and enrol on MBAs and look as though she was about to make a fantastic recovery and would talk about returning to London to live. Then Tony Francis would ‘alter her medication’ and within a month she’d be sectioned again.

On one occasion when she was sectioned, this young woman swore blind that Tony Francis came to her room late at night and exposed himself to her. Her parents went apeshit and demanded an investigation. Francis was cleared on the grounds that he wan’t in the hospital on that night and the whole saga was attributed to the young woman being a chronic deluded paranoid schizophrenic. The young woman never wavered from her story, no matter what the state of her mental health was.

‘Lie after lie after lie’. That was what I found that Tony Francis had written upon my medical records when I finally received all of them last year. He’d been doing it for years as well in an attempt to have me banged up, entirely without my knowledge. He had told other people to lie on oath and they had done it. Francis had made a serious attempt at having me transferred to a forensic unit in 1994 by telling a colleague of Brandt’s, a CPN called Bridget Loyd, to lie in Court about me having phoned her up and threatened her (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). I was acquitted. There was no apology and no investigation. Many of the letters that Tony Francis had written to third parties encouraging them to contact the police about me and emphasising how dangerous I was had been cc’d to the BMA.

I could say ‘It’s a rat trap Tony – and you’ve been caught’ a la Bob Geldof, but Tony Francis killed himself shortly after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I understand that his wife Sadie – who also worked as a psychiatrist at the North Wales Hospital and then at Ysbyty Gwynedd – told her neighbours that he became depressed and killed himself because of me. I had not seen him for years…

Sadie Francis sat on the North Wales Community Health Council. The  NHS watchdog and patients’ voice!

Jim Birley campaigned against poor psychiatric practice abroad, especially in the former communist countries and in China. Jim represented the Royal College of Psychiatrists at the World Psychiatric Association meeting in 1981, when those naughty old Soviets were readmitted under strict conditions.

Birley was a Fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and was a leading member of what is now called the Global Initiative on Psychiatry.

As Top Doctors always are, Birley was ‘alarmed by Gov’t reforms’. He claimed that the 1989 White Paper ‘Working for Patients’ was ‘written by people who didn’t understand the NHS….had Mrs Thatchter’s fingerprints all over it’. In 1989 Sir Peter Morrison was abusing kids in care in north Wales which were handed over to him by the North Wales Paedophile Ring whilst he was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party. In 1990 Morrison organised Thatcher’s leadership campaign. In 1990 both I and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales were being seriously bullied at work.

Birley was awarded a CBE in 1990.

By the beginning of 1991 the careers of me and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales had been destroyed.

The Maudsley still has a James Birley Unit for acutely ill women.

 

Now for more on two of the Top Doctors who waxed lyrical about Linford Rees of the Welsh cakes and celebrity daughter in their obituaries of him – Griffith Edwards and Hamid Ghodse.

Professor Griffith Edwards  went to Balliol College Oxford and then did his clinical training at Barts. He did his postgraduate training at the Maudsley under D.L. Davies. He spent the whole of his career at the Institute of Psychiatry – which for many years was based at the Maudsley, but it later moved to King’s College London. Edwards became an alcohol and addiction specialist, a ‘major international figure influencing the discipline of alcohol and drug studies’. Of course Edwards ‘promoted rigorous scientific and clinical standards’ and ‘initiated therapeutic communities for heroin addicts’. Edwards established day centres for drug users and help for ‘skid row drinkers’. He introduced CBT, motivational interviewing, psychotherapy and pharmacotherapy for addicts.

Edwards was the Director of the MRC funded Addiction Behaviour Unit (ABU) and he established the UK’s National Addiction Centre in London, of which he was the first Chair and Director. He wrote extensively on policy aspects regarding alcohol and drugs.

Edwards held the following appointments at the Institute of Psychiatry: researcher worker, 1962-66; lecturer, 1966-67; senior lecturer, 1967-73; Reader in Drug Dependency, 1973-79; Professor of Addiction Behaviour, 1979-94 (Emeritus Prof from 1994); Director of the Addiction Research Unit, 1967-94.

Edwards was the first Professor of Addiction Behaviour in the UK.

Edwards was hon consultant psychiatrist at the Royal Bethlem and Maudsley Hospitals, 1967-94 (Emeritus from 1994). He was Chairman of the National Addiction Centre, 1991-94.

Edwards contributed to the drafting of the addiction sections of the ICD-10 and DSM- IV.

He was: a member of the Academy of the Medical Royal Colleges group making submissions on cannabis to the House of Lords in 1998; Consultant to the Presidents Special Action Office for Drug Abuse Prevention, Washington DC; Consultant for the Ministry of Health, Bolivia and Mexico members in the Cabinet Office group concerned with the design of national UK alcohol policy in 2003.

One of Edwards’s many papers was  his 1982 publication regarding cannabis and psychiatric morbidity. One of the Reports of the Expert Group of which he was a member was published by the Home Office. Which at the time employed Bing Spear as the Chief Inspector of the Drugs Branch – Bing who did many favours for Top Doctors who flogged prescriptions for Class A drugs and breached the rules, Bing who hung around with street addicts despite being a civil service mandarin. Bing who was very likely an addict himself. For the background on Bing and his celebrity drug dealer friends, see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’.

Edwards – along with with Milton Gross – wrote the original description of alcohol dependence which was published by the BMJ in 1976. It’s a classic paper – of course.

Edwards was described as ‘one of the few true giants’ by Dr Marc A. Schuckit of the University of Califonia, San Diego. Dr Thomas Babor of the University School of Medicine and Editor of the journal ‘Addiction’ described Edwards as the ‘father of some of the major conceptual advances in this field’.

Like every good Top Doctor Edwards networked furiously. Babor remembers that Edwards and his wife ‘hosted salon-like events at their home in Greenwich that were known for more than their warm conversation’. Furthermore Edwards ‘was a real wine connoisseur and there was always a cocktail before dinner…he was a strong believer in social drinking’.

The Society for the Study of Addiction’s website featured a tribute to Edwards written by Joanna Milward of King’s College London, who remembered Edwards’s contribution to British cannabis policy in the 1970s. Edwards’s rather subscribed to notions of reefer madness. Not that Joanna is one to mock. Joanna states that ‘substantial research has supported Griffith’s views, particularly around the risks associated with chronic, heavy use’.

Dr Peter and Margaret McCann remembered that Edwards was of great assistance to them when they established Castle Craig Hospital in 1988 – Edwards introduced them to ‘leading consultant psychiatrists in Scotland’ who specialised in addiction. Castle Craig is an upmarket ‘clinic’ for addicts. The McCanns also established Clouds House in Wiltshire, another sumptuous clinic for addicts.

Edwards researched and supported a new approach for homeless people and prisoners with alcohol problems. He was instrumental in establishing Pheonix House, the first therapeutic community for the treatment of drug dependence.

Alongside Lady Ann Parkinson, Edwards supported the charity Action on Addiction which was formed in 1989, which later merged with The Chemical Dependency Centre and Clouds House to form a larger charity, still called Action on Addiction. Lady Ann Parkinson was married to Cecil Parkinson, a member of Thatcher’s Cabinet and colleague of Peter Morrison. One of the Parkinson’s daughters, Mary, became involved with drugs and prostitution. She was found dead a few weeks ago.

Professor Griffith Edwards was awarded a CBE in 1987. There’s a nice photo of him available online – he’s wearing a stripey suit and a bow tie and is glaring aggressively at the camera.

Edwards took over the editorship of the British Journal of Addiction – in 1993 the journal was renamed Addiction – in 1978 from Max Glatt. Edwards remained Editor in Chief until 2005 and remained the Commissioning Editor until his death in 2012.

In his obituary of Edwards in the Guardian, Hamid Ghodse tells us that Edwards was ‘a sensitive clinician…aware that the therapeutic relationship between doctor and patient was of fundamental importance’. Dafydd and Tony Francis used to bang on a lot about the doctor patient therapuetic relationship and how trust in such a relationship was essential.

Ghodse reassures us that all Edwards’s ‘innovations were based on research findings and therefore influenced other clinicians and Government policy’ and that he ‘never had any involvement with the alcohol industry’. He didn’t need to – Edwards was the dominant figure in a field rotten with corruption where addicts were routinely neglected and treated like sub-humans by most Top Doctors, unless they had money in which case there were celebrity Top Doctors  who would flog them prescriptions and run luxurious expensive clinics for them. NHS clinics like the ones that Edwards ran were worse than mediocre, they were box ticking exercises in which patients purchased drugs off each other whilst the staff pretended not to notice.

I have only known one person well who was a drug user throughout the years when Edwards’s was doing all this splendid work and the anecdotes that this man related were extraordinary – but I have read similar accounts. He was an archetypal 60s hippy who took just about everything but would not touch heroin because he knew that it was addictive. He developed a psychotic illness after taking LSD and was sectioned a number of times in hospitals in affluent areas of Surrey and Sussex. At one of these institutions another patient tried to strangle him whilst he was asleep in bed one night. The patient who tried to kill him admitted to the staff that he’d done this to the acid casualty and stated that he was going to try it again. The acid casualty was still psychotic but he was discharged from the hospital on the grounds that the other patient was so dangerous that the acid casualty could not be kept safe.

At another hospital the acid casualty was told by a Top Doctor ‘I hate you hippies, you’re all revolving door patients’. The Top Doctor told the hippy that when he returned from holiday he would put him on morphine ‘to stabilise’ him. The hippy was horrified and at least had the good sense to see that turning into an addict would not be a good idea – although it would be highly profitable for any Top Doctor with a line in private prescriptions for addicts – and he actually managed to enlist the help of his father-in-law who was a Harley Street dentist to get him transferred to another hospital.

In another hospital this hippy – who enjoyed his drugs but wasn’t prone to punch-ups – was challenged to a fight by another patient who was enthusiastic about punch-ups. The hippy did all he could to avoid the violence but in the end he grabbed a pole and kept it with him lest he need it for self-defence. He was then violently attacked by the other patient and did end up in a serious confrontation. The Angels formed a circle around these two patients and watched the fight whilst discussing whether a psychotic hippy would be able to successfully defend himself against the ward psychopath.

This man was a patient of Dafydd’s in the North Wales Hospital in the 1980s. He told me that there was a patient on the ward who was supplying amphetamines to other patients with the knowledge of the staff. When the patients suffered from the effects of the drugs that they had purchased, Dafydd would section them for either six months or a year, so they would remain on the ward where the drugs were sold and offered the opportunity to buy more…

It was a free for all. Edwards will have known Dafydd and he will have known the sort of things going on at Denbigh, as well as at other Drug Dependency Units in hospitals. My post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ describes the rampant corruption and in-fighting between Top Doctors in this field, none of whom were putting the welfare of their patients first. Meanwhile Griffith Edwards and Dafydd banged on about cannabis psychosis.

Hamid Ghodse observed that Edwards’s  National Addiction Centre at the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College is now a ‘hub’ connecting Griffith’s ‘proteges’ – yet more from that Galaxy of Talent – with students across the world.

In 1966 Edwards designed the World Health Organisation’s alcohol policy and later their drugs policy. He was a member of the UK Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs – as was Sir Philip Myers who was Chief Constable of the North Wales Police when that force was riddled with corruption, particularly the drug squad (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’); a member of the ESRC; an advisor to the Dept of Health regarding alcohol problems and an advisor to the Cabinet Office on alcohol policy.

Max Glatt edited the journal which became Addiction before Griffith Edwards took it over.

In 1952 Max Glatt opened the first NHS unit for alcoholism at Warlingham Park Hospital. In 1962 Glatt established a unit for alcoholics and drug users at St Bernard’s Hospital in Ealing – it is now known as the Max Glatt Centre – run on ‘therapeutic community principles’. Glatt was also responsible for the establishment of the first addiction treatment in a prison – at Wormwood Scrubs, a unit which now also bears his name. Glatt taught at UCH, the Royal Free Hospital, the Middlesex Hospital. He retired from the NHS in 1977 and in 1978 became a consultant at the Priory.

Glatt ‘destigmatised’ alcoholism. So that’s why the Hergest Unit have for years refused to treat patients with alcohol problems, as have the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd, even after a patient who had gone there for help was found inexplicably dead hours later (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’).

Glatt advised the BMA, the Home Office and the Royal Colleges. He was the co-founder of the Medical Council on Alcoholism and the National Council on Alcoholism.

Glatt was ‘universally liked and admired’, was ‘never censorius’, ‘seldom gave up hope’, ‘enabled patients to open up to him’ and was a ‘quiet, modest and gentle person with a sharp sense of humour and an infectious smile’ who was ‘deeply religious’. Glatt ran a weekly group at the Florence Nightingale Hospital until his death in 2002.

The Daily Telegraph’s obituary of Glatt stated that when Glatt began his group therapy at Warlingham Park ‘Glatt had little idea of what he was doing’ and after his initial experiment with a group of four alcoholic patients asked them ‘has anything come out of this?’. One of them replied that they had no idea, ‘but talking was better than making paper elephants in the occupational therapy class’.

There was a tribute to Glatt written by David Marjot in Alcohol and Alcoholism. Marjot was another Top Doctor involved in the battles between Top Doctors in the 70s and 80s regarding the treatment of addicts. I note that Marjot served in the Royal Navy – when he left in 1976 he went to work at Barts with Glatt and was his successor when Glatt retired.

Max Glatt had a very troubled early life, although I can’t quite work out how some of the pieces of the story fit together. His parents died in Belsen and Glatt was imprisoned in Dachau after trying to flee to Holland after Kristallnacht in 1938. Somehow Glatt found his way out of Dachau to the UK. Some accounts state that he was ‘allowed to buy his freedom’ from Dachau the form of a visa to South America, where he travelled via England, but whilst in England he was interned. Other accounts describe Glatt as having been ‘deported to Britain’ from Dachau, then interned as an enemy alien on the Isle of Man from where he was transported to Australia on a prison ship, after which in 1942 Glatt made his way to England and ‘drifted into psychiatry’ because he feared that if he entered a more popular specialism he would be deported when the British doctors returned from active service. I can imagine that fleeing the Nazis was a pretty difficult situation to be in, so who knows what Max Glatt had to resort to in order to stay alive, but there is the common theme here re ‘why I went into psychiatry’ – for a variety of reasons huge numbers of people, even those who later were described as giants among Top Doctors, entered psychiatry because they were unemployable in any other field.

 

Hamid Ghodse was the man who wrote the relentlessly fawning obituaries of Professor Linford Rees and Professor Griffith Edwards – although there is plenty of evidence that these two men were seriously abusing their positions and were involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ghodse died himself in 2012.

Ghodse was educated in Iran and in Beirut, but came to the UK after qualifying in 1965. He knew people in south Wales as a result of a friendship he had made on a previous visit to the UK, so he did his postgraduate training at Morgannwg Hospital in Bridgend, south Wales, 1968-70. He then returned to London and worked at Barts and the Maudsley until 1974. Ghodse became the resident psychiatrist at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1974-78. In 1978 Ghodse was appointed consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital Medical School. In 1987 Ghodse became Professor of Addictive Behaviour and International Drug’s Policy at St George’s. In 1992 he set up and ran the International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, where he remained until his death in 2012.

Ghodse was training as a junior psychiatrist in south Wales at the same time as Tony Francis – he then went to the Institute of Psychiatry at about the same time that Francis did. The Royal College of Physicians website’s section on ‘Lives of the Fellows’ mentions that Ghodse was ‘strongly influenced’ by Linford Rees when he worked at Barts and that he got to know Linford’s family at Barts. When Ghodse worked at the Institute of Psychiatry his mentor was Griff Edwards.

Ghodse undoubtedly knew Tony Francis.

In 1992 when Ghodse set up his International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by that firebomb (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’).

Ghodse was working in the endemically corrupt St George’s whilst I was hounded out of my job there and then when I had dreadful experiences when I ended up as a patient of Ghodse’s colleagues. Colleagues who were busy communicating with Tony Francis, Dafydd and even Lucille Hughes without informing me let alone gaining my consent. Ghodse’s Drug Dependency Unit was originally located in Clare House – where those social workers who were offering to receive information from Lucille Hughes about me being phenomenally dangerous were based.

Ghodse’s inpatient unit was originally at Tooting Bec Hospital, which closed in 1988 – a new unit opened at Springfield to replace it. Ghodse was involved in training doctors, nurses, psychologists – and social workers.

Altogether Ghodse spent 34 wonderful years at St George’s. But he certainly got out and about and put his fingers in many pies. Ghodse began his career in addiction at Hackney Hospital’s DDU and he also worked as a consultant at Tommy’s as well as St George’s. He was the Director of Substance Misuse Services for Wandsworth, Merton and Sutton Health Authorities and was Director of the South West Thames Regional Drug Problem Team.

Ghodse was Chair of the Royal College of Psychiatrists Substance Misuse Section, 1990-94. I was working at St George’s whilst Ghodse Chaired that section – and by 1994, the agreement whereby Dafydd would be allowed to retire without any of the serious complaints about him being followed up and would also be given the contract for providing substance misuse services for north Wales had been thrashed out (see post ‘The Evolution of a Drugs Baron?’).

Ghodse was Vice-President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 2000-02. Whilst the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ghodse was non-executive director of the National Patient Safety Agency, 2001-to his death. He was Chairman of Higher Degrees in Psychiatry, University of London, 2003-until his death.

Ghodse was an advisor to the Department of Health and to the NHS Ombudsman. He was elected as President of the UN International Narcotics Control Board 11 times. That Board monitors countries adherence to drug conventions.

Vanessa Cameron, the Chief Executive of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, described this big time crook as ‘the wise elder statesman par excellence’.

Ghodse’s wife Barbara Ghodse whom he married in 1973 was a Top Doctor who went into hospital management. In fact Barbara Ghodse was or still is the service contracts manager for St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust.

A measure of Hamid Ghodse’s success as a Top Doctor was suggested by his former colleague Dr Jill Treganza who ran the DDU at St George’s with him. Treganza observed that when they first set up the DDU, she and Hamid would joke about managing over 100 patients with just one part-time nurse to help them. Hamid built the DDU up into a university department of addiction behaviour with over 200 staff, over 85 of them in the academic unit.

Now how ever did Hamid manage to do that?

 

After Hamid Ghodse died, a memorial service was held as a ‘celebration of Hamid’s life’. In attendance were: Prof Peter Kopelman, Principal, St George’s; Jill Treganza; Prof Dinash Bughra; Prof Fabrizio Schifano; Prof Sue Bailey; Dr N. Baghaei-Yazdi; Baroness Sheila Hollins; Prof Ilana Crome.

All together now, in memory of Hamid – ‘We didn’t know’.

 

Before I leave the topic of the festering cess-pit of corruption that is St George’s with its Top Doctors who were concealing paedophile rings which were linked to gangsters involved in large scale drug importation and dealing as well as child porn, there is one person who needs to make her way to the nearest police station and fess up. That is Deb Everard, the vile manipulative laboratory technician who caused such huge problems at St George’s but who never faced disciplinary action, no matter how dreadful her conduct. Everard was a Conservative Councillor in Edmonton and although she was a Tory she ruthless used the corrupt MSF reps in St George’s to keep herself out of trouble. Everard knew about Oliver Brooke the paedophile professor as well as mountains of other wrongdoing. St George’s was the centre of a major crime ring with international links – this is not about a daft old bat like you falling out with everyone Deb, this is about drug barons and child traffickers you stupid cow. Get down the police station now.

Now for a bit more information on Alice Mahon, the Labour MP who blew the whistle on the gross abuses at Ashworth Hospital, but which were then blamed on the patients and used to justify New Labour becoming even more oppressive and punitive towards people with mental health problems (see post ‘Security, Security’).

Alice Mahon was Labour MP for Halifax, 1987-05. She was on left of the party and member of the Socialist Campaign Group. Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in April 2009 because of her disgust at the plans of Gordon’s aide Damien McBride and Derek Draper’s plans to smear leading Tories.

Mahon went to grammar school in Halifax and after leaving school worked as an NHS nursing auxillary for ten years. She was born in 1937 so presumably she began working for the NHS in the mid-late 1950s. In 1979 Mahon graduated from Bradford University with a BA in Social Policy and then taught trade union studies at Bradford College, 1980-87. She was also a Councillor on Calderdale Council. By the time that Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in 2009 she had been a member for over 50 years. She campaigned on women’s rights, abortion rights and gay rights – all of which were systematically breached by the NHS whilst Mahon worked in it and for many years afterwards. Mahon was based in a region of the country where a paedophile gang targeted children in care – we’re talking Yorkshire, Jimmy Savile ruled supreme – where two psychiatrists raped and molested female patients over decades with the knowledge of other NHS colleagues across the whole of Yorkshire but were not even investigated until they had nearly reached retirement (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’) and where there was serious endemic corruption in the police. Bradford – anyone remember Peter Sutcliffe and the police not giving a toss for years because he was only murdering prostitutes?

Things were no better in that neck of the woods even during the later years of Mahon’s Parliamentary career. I have been friends with two people who have lived and worked in the Bradford area for the last thirteen years or so. The mental health services in Bradford rival those in north Wales for sheer fuckwittery and negligence – a zenith was reached in 2010 with the activities of the Crossbow Cannibal Killer – and for their ability to exterminate vulnerable people. The Airedale NHS Trust had a problem a with an Angel killing some of the patients by lethal injection. The corrupt expert witness whom I encountered some years ago Robert Kehoe (see post ‘A Very Succinct E Mail From A Reader’) was Clinical Director of Airedale at the time of the murdering Angel. Kehoe is now Medical Director of the enormous US based private healthcare company Cygnet, has a Harley Street practice from where he continues to provide expert witness reports and still keeps a finger in the NHS pie in West Yorkshire. People working in the NHS in  Bradford knew many years ago that there was a high rate of genetically inherited problems as a result of marriages between first cousins and that the mortality rate for baby girls was inexplicably high. Neither problems were made public – although Bradford has finally got around to providing genetic counselling for first cousins who marry – because these matters affected certain groups in the south Asian community and people were terrified of providing ammunition for the BNP which held seats on the Council. Then there was the huge problem of the grooming and trafficking of youngsters in care by criminal gangs. The Labour MP for Keighley Anne Cryer tried for years to draw attention to the problem of forced marriages and honour killings and was denounced as a racist.

The health and welfare section of Bradford University was so dysfunctional that it was known as ‘health and warfare’ by  staff working in other parts of the university. The crowning achievement of the Health and Warfare department was the naked race hatred shown towards one of nursing lecturers – who was black – by her fellow Angels. It culminated in someone posting up a picture of a monkey on her office door. Were any Angels dismissed or even disciplined? No. The settlement arranged with the union was that the Angel who had been the subject of this vile behaviour would be given a Chair – although she had neither the experience or research record to warrant such a position. Academics in other institutions couldn’t work out why there was a professor at Bradford with such a weak CV…

This was all facilitated by the NHS and social services and Mahon will have known about it. She does not seem to have uttered a word. So what about Mahon’s role in exposing the horrors of the Personality Disorder Unit at Ashworth Hospital in 2007, as detailed in my post ‘Security, Security’? Well she obviously did take up the case in 2006 when her constituents who were the parents of the Ashworth patient who alleged that such appalling things were happening approached her, but after the Fallon Inquiry everything was blamed on Dangerous Nutters who had ‘taken over’ the institution rather than anyone admitting that the root of the problem was that Ashworth was rotten to the core and run by Top Doctors who were concealing a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire and ‘nurses’ who were members of the POA and National Front.

If Alice Mahon had wanted to finish the Tories off, she could have – by telling the truth about Ashworth Hospital, because the truth about Sir Peter Morrison’s role in the north Wales paedophile gang would have emerged as well as the enormous lengths to which the Tories had gone for years to keep it quiet. Ah – but that would have meant admitting exactly what had been going on in the NHS and what had happened to me and others at its hands and like everyone in the Labour Party Alice is passionate about the NHS. As was Alice’s leader Kinnock. The Kinnock who knew what was happening to us in north Wales – and who also knew about George Thomas and a few others on his doorstep in south Wales. The Kinnock who went to university with Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) – who was one of the Top Doctors who concealed the north Wales paedophile gang – and who was married to Glenys from north Wales whose parents were friendly with the likes of Lord Cledwyn who had concealed the paedophile ring years previously. The Kinnock who knew damn well that Michael Carr didn’t survive a visit to Walton Hospital after he dared take on Militant (see post ‘News From Sicily’). The Militant whom Kinnock so bravely fought by shouting the odds at Derek Hatton at the Labour Party Conference in 1986.

Comrade Alice really hated New Labour and before she resigned from the Party said that she was ‘dismayed’ at the impotency of the Gov’t in tacking the financial institutions. Had Alice et al had been a little more honest, less self-interested and had not been doing deals with Top Doctors involved in serious crime, they could have given Capitalism a good kick in the groin. How? By exposing the leading role that Sir Robin Butler, Thatcher’s Principal Private Secretary, 1982-85 and Cabinet Secretary played in concealing the paedophile gang and the mountain of associated crap. The Sir Robin who in 1969 had been seconded to the Bank of England and a number of City institutions and who was a founder member of the Central Policy Review Staff under Lord Rothschild, 1971-72. After a series of senior appointments at the Treasury, Butler was second Permanent Secretary for Public Expenditure, 1985-87. Whilst Thatcher was Education Secretary in Ted Heath’s Gov’t, she supported Lord Rothschild’s 1971 proposal for market forces to affect Gov’t funding for research.

Sadlly Nurse Alice knew best and the one thing that we mustn’t do is listen to psychiatric patients telling stories about Top Doctors because they don’t know their own minds do they….

You fucking idiot Alice. Nurse knows best which is why it’s such a mess. And why five witnesses were killed by a firebomb days after the Tories won the 1992 General Election (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs).

I have mentioned in previous posts how I and others who dared challenge the paedophiles’ friends found it nigh-on impossible to gain NHS treatment. I’m delighted to report that at the time that Alice was resigning from the Labour Party in disgust at Gordon, Alice campaigned for someone who had been denied NHS treatment – one Alice Mahon. Had Alice been unlawfully refused treatment for life-threatening illnesses/told that she was mentally ill when she had cluster headaches and then refused pain relief/told to go and lie on her bed by Angels when she had a kidney stone/refused treatment for a head wound incurred in a car crash/gone into hospital to give birth as a healthy woman after a problem free pregnancy and come out with a dead baby or any of the other fun things that happened to me and others? No. Alice began a campaign because she was suffering from AMD (age-related macular degeneration) and her GP had refused to prescribe the drug that she wanted. Alice employed the services of clinical negligence specialists Irwin Mitchell and in 2007 threatened to take Calderdale PCT and Kirklees PCT to the High Court. Just to ram home her point, eventually Alice invited the press to her London house – as opposed to her other house in Yorkshire – and explained to them that because she her request for AMD treatment on the NHS had been turned down, she was having to let out her London home to fund the treatment herself. Alice’s press conference took place after she left Parliament.

The PCT later clarified the situation. The drug that Alice was requesting had not yet been approved by NICE, but if a patient’s doctor felt that it was the right treatment for them and chose to prescribe it, it was available on the NHS. So presumably Alice’s doctor felt that her particular condition was not going to benefit from the drug that she was requesting.

During Alice’s campaign she argued that the cost of the support that patients with AMD need as they gradually lose their sight in terms of treatments for injuries as a result of falls etc far exceeds the cost of the AMD drug which was actually available on the NHS if a Top Doctor chose to prescribe it. Alice was no doubt quite right about that. In much the same way that framing innocent patients for offences that they have not committed and then banging them up for many years in Ashworth at the cost of several thousand pounds per week before they are eventually beaten to death by the Angels who have joined the National Front and then commissioning Robert Bluglass to investigate the murder along with one of Dafydd’s Angels is far more expensive than treating them for whichever manageable mental health problem they had experienced in the first place before they had the misfortune to be referred to Dafydd or Tony Francis et al.

In 2009 it was revealed in the Parliamentary expenses scandal that in 2001 Alice had claimed £20k to repay a loan which she had taken out in order to buy some new doors for her house in London. It was discovered in 2004 that Alice’s claim fell outside the rules but because no-one noticed when Alice did it, they let her off. Alice still owned the house in question in 2009 two years after she had left the Commons. It was the legendary house that Alice had been forced to let out to pay for the NHS treatment that would not have helped her condition – the treatment that Alice claimed to have paid £5,325 for and was the basis of her proposed High Court action. The basis of Alice’s proposed High Court action was that the NHS had breached her human rights. She was quoted as saying ‘I have been an ardent supporter of the NHS all my life and now I feel totally let down’. Anyone for representing the human rights of patients who have been sitting in the secure hospitals for twenty years because when they were young they were deemed to be psychopaths after telling Wicked Lies about being sexually exploited by social workers or Top Doctors? Cherie? Mr Mansfield? St Helena Kennedy? Anyone????

Before she resigned from Parliament, Alice appeared as a defence witness for Slobodan Milosevic after he was indicted for war crimes. No, I am not taking the piss, she did. Presumably her eye-sight really was going downhill. Perhaps Alice should have spent that £5,325 of tax-payers money at the natural healing clinic of Slobodan’s fellow war criminal, Radovan Karadizic, a psychiatrist and Top Doctor who gave lectures at European conferences when he ‘went into hiding’ and ‘couldn’t be found’. Even though he was spotted by a BBC correspondent getting out of a red Merc in broad daylight.

Alice was Vice-President and is a Patron of the Stop The War Coalition. Stop the War was established in Sept 2001 after Lindsey German – who was then in the SWP – Chaired a public meeting of the Concerned. Lindsey German became the convenor of Stop the War. Others involved included George Galloway (Vice-President) who plants an incendiary device wherever he pauses, Tam Dalyell (Vice-President), who wrote many toadying obituaries of politicians who concealed child abuse and Harold Pinter. The President of Stop the War, 2001-14, was Tony Benn. Who when I wrote to him concerning matters north Wales did reply but simply said ‘sorry, mental health is not my area’. Yes, but bringing down capitalism was and all Tony needed to have done was to start digging re Thatcher, Sir Robin and the rest of the gang who introduced Reagan’s neoliberal experiment to Europe. But there we are, Viscount Stansgate was mates with them all at St Thomas’s, that bastion of inequality in the London medical establishment where people from titled families choose to study if they’re going into medicine. Who can afford to rock the boat for the sake of kids in care and psych patients when one can be filmed marching through central London with a megaphone leading thousands of Angels carrying banners saying ‘Save Our NHS’, accompanied by well-paid although tired junior doctors wearing their scrubs pushing beds and trolleys? Tommy’s has now merged with Guys. A former Top Doctor at Guys, Professor Harry Keen, was the uncle of Ed and David Miliband. Harry Keen’s memorial service was held at Guys. So presumably with their uncle having been a leading light at Guys Ed and David know exactly how that establishment carries on. It’s not a democratic place is it Ed? Did your Uncle Professor Harry know Professor Jim Watson then, the associate of Dafydd’s and the ‘sex therapist’ who spent years working at St George’s where his dept concealed a paedophile ring? If those who Save Lives wanted to attend Ed’s uncle’s memorial service they’d have had to have cancelled their Harley Street clinics for the day.

Louise Christian, a ‘human rights solicitor since 1978’ and ‘campaigning lawyer’, was a Vice-President of Stop The War. Louise established the law firm Christian Fisher in 1985. One of their early cases was representing 49 Liverpool Councillors who were prosecuted for wilful misconduct – so that’ll have been Mr Hatton et al who did battle with the pillock Kinnock whilst Walton Hospital finished off Michael Carr and absolutely everybody ignored what was going on down the road at Moss Side and Park Lane Hospitals (see post ‘Security, Security’). Sadiq Khan joined Christian Fisher as a trainee in 1994 and in 1997 became a partner, the firm then evolving into Christian Khan. The Sadiq who knows what happens to people in the care of the mental health services because he took on the case of David ‘Rocky’ Bennett who was murdered ooh I mean restrained whilst in the care of the NHS in 1998. Sadiq did that one case and didn’t dip his toe into such waters again- but the death of Rocky alone will have left Sadiq in no doubt about the lies and the character assasinations to which the NHS routinely resorts when it has been caught participating in the highest levels of naughtiness. The only reason Rocky’s death was ever investigated at all was because his sister was a Top Doctor and fought tooth and nail – that will have taken the Angels by surprise, Black Paranoid Schizophrenics aren’t expected to have sisters who are Top Doctors. In 2010 Christian Khan merged with Imran Khan and Partners. Louise was Chair of Liberty, 2007-09, which in its previous incarnation had those embarrassing links with PIE…

The Chair of Stop the War until 2011 was Andrew Murray, a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain. Murray is an old mate of Seamus Milne, they both enjoyed being Stalinists together. In 2003 Murray defended the regime which runs North Korea. Andrew worked for the TGWU, 1987-98 and then again from 2003 – it’s those NHS unions again. In 2010 Murray was involved Len McCluskey’s successful campaign to be General Secretary of UNITE – there they are again….

In 2011 Murray stepped down as Chair of Stop The War because he became  Chief of Staff of UNITE. A man called Jeremy Corbyn took over as Chair of Stop The War in Sept 2011. The Jeremy whom I really do not find half as offensive as many of his colleagues, but Jeremy did know what was happening to those kids on his home turf of Islington at the hands of the paedophile gang that operated in the children’s homes run by Islington Council…Jeremy is busy demanding more money for the NHS at the moment – along with the bloated managerialists running the NHS who are making a killing (so to speak) and the Top Doctors, including those who run Harley Street practices alongside their NHS work and who are sometimes raking in eye-watering amounts of money. Jeremy – pop along to Harley Street with John McDonnell sometime for a bit of fieldwork and take Brother Len with you. Some of those Rollers that you see parked outside the buildings belong to NHS consultants. We are not talking excellent hard working doctors being fairly rewarded here, we are talking taking the piss big time.

By Nov 2016 Murray had joined the Labour Party and in May 2017 it was revealed that he had been seconded by UNITE to the Labour HQ during the 2017 General Election campaign.

The incident which led to Mahon giving up on the Labour Party after more than 50 years of blind loyalty to the NHS is worth looking at in a bit of detail. The matter which so incensed Mahon was the plan cooked up by Damien McBride to set up a website which would run stories smearing the character of prominent Tories, including Cameron and his Samantha, as well as George Osborne and his wife Frances. Mahon mentioned that her stepdaughter was horrified to think that McPoison and his partner in crime Derek Draper could even think of smearing Cameron and Sam because they had a severely disabled child. That was Ivan – who was ruthlessly used by Cameron and Samantha to convince everyone that the NHS was safe with Cameron because what with Ivan Sam and Dave Know How It Is. Except that Sam n Dave are millionaires and could afford the care and respite that keep parents free of exhaustion and sometimes even suicide when they have a severely disabled child. Alice knows as well as I do that the NHS doesn’t provide that.

Whilst I don’t think that McPoison’s idea to throw mud that he knew to be untrue at leading Tories was a good one, Mahon might be surprised to know that some years ago I was told by a close friend of Professor Dylan Jones-Evans, advisor to the Welsh Conservative Party, that he had a Cunning Plan to ‘blacken the character’ of a public figure in north Wales. I was told that Dylan had stated that he had to do this because the person concerned ‘hadn’t done anything wrong’ so there was no real mud to throw. So what had this person done to so mortally offend Dylan? He was a supporter of the Welsh Labour Party. Why did Dylan think that a bag of venom thrown in this person’s direction would prove effective? Because this person’s spouse had just died of a brain tumour – after they were told by the Walton Centre that the tumour was inoperable – and the stress of that had left the person concerned ‘on their last legs’ according to Dylan. I was interested in that inoperable tumour. Because that inoperable tumour was diagnosed some time after the spouse of the person with that tumour and a close friend of theirs had dared take on the paedophiles’ friends, some of whom are Top Doctors with links to the Walton Centre (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’). At pretty much the same time, another person whom I knew in north Wales was also diagnosed with a brain tumour and treated at Walton. They were a social worker who had worked with the paedophile gang, as was their spouse. The colleague of the paedophile gang made a full recovery. It is possible that the paedophiles’ colleague really did have a tumour with a better prognosis – but I know what the Top Doctors get up to…

Sometime before these brain tumours were diagnosed Dylan found out that I had acquired a stack of incriminating documentation from my medical files demonstrating the serious criminality involved – everyone knew what was happening to me at the hands of the NHS and social services in north Wales, it had become public knowledge. I received a message from someone close to Dylan who told me that Dylan wanted to help me and perhaps I’d like to share my evidence with him. I remembered very clearly who flatly refused to help me when it all began – Keith Best and Wyn Roberts, two corrupt Thatcherite Tories in the Welsh Office. I decided that I could do without Dylan’s assistance and hung on to my evidence. Then my computer was stolen by John McTernan’s brother-in-law (see post ‘News From Sicily’).  Then my car was broken into and the only things stolen were the letters from my lawyer which were in the glove box. Then letters from my lawyer which were sent to me at Bangor University were opened before they arrived in my pigeon hole. Then I was offered a TV documentary about my case – only to be asked just before filming was due to begin if I would smear the person whose character Dylan had wanted to blacken.

This is the NHS for you Alice. McPoison didn’t need to smear anyone – he could have just given an honest account of what some people were actually doing. Including David Cameron – who appointed David Jones MP as Secretary of State for Wales in the run up to the organising of the second great cover-up of the paedophile gang which followed the Waterhouse Inquiry ie. the Macur Review. David Jones was a lawyer who worked in north west Wales and sat in the Courts for years watching whilst the paedophile gang perjured themselves and fitted people up (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’). David Jones campaigns on an NHS ticket – his wife is a midwife. So Mrs Jones will have known that the obs and gynae services in north Wales have been dysfunctional and unsafe for years, that women were being unlawfully denied terminations because a group of Top Doctors in the region who were anti-abortion got together and determined that there would be no access to NHS abortions in north Wales – but women could pay Top Doctors in Chester and get them – and that Wrexham Maelor Hospital had a whole spate of deaths of mothers and babies but the hospital refused to hold an investigation because they didn’t want anyone to find out how dangerous the unit was (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

David Jones and his wife are opposed to abortion – but clearly didn’t feel as strongly about a paedophile gang which framed and murdered witnesses.

 

Regarding the previous of those who planned to smear Dave n Sam, ie. McPoison and Derek Draper – Draper had been a Private Eye favourite for years and was routinely referred to as Dolly Draper, although I don’t know the origin of that particular long-running joke.

In 199o Dolly was Constituency Secretary for Nick Brown, a paedophiles’ friend whose territory is in the north east of England and who ended up in a rent boy scandal himself shortly after Ron Davies was caught with his trousers down in the company of Boogie the male prostitute on Clapham Common (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Alastair Campbell repackaged the Nick Brown embarrassment as a good news ‘gay man comes out and is proud’ news story. In 1992 Dolly was employed as a researcher by Mandelson who was by then MP for Hartlepool – Dolly set up Progress with Liam Byrne, whose tracked record of being at the scene of the crime is excellent (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’). In 1998 Dolly landed himself in his first scandal, Lobbygate, in which he was taped by an undercover journalist boasting of his access to key Gov’t figures. Dolly had also stated that ‘I just want to stuff my bank account at 250 pounds an hour’. Dolly’s conduct would seem to be entirely consistent with the sort encouraged by Mandy, so it was interesting to read that after Lobbygate Mandy observed that Dolly has ‘a fine intelligence but sometimes I’m afraid that he misuses that intelligence. He gets above himself’.  Mandy obviously feared some stiff competition from Dolly.

Dolly then embarked on a career as a psychotherapist, after having done an MA in Clinical Psychology in California. Dolly joined the British Association for Counselling and Psychotherapy and wrote a monthly column in Therapy Today. In 2009 when McPoison’s plan for the smearing of Dave n Sam n George n Frances became public, it was revealed that in response to McPoison’s Cunning Plan, Dolly had sent him an e mail describing McPoison’s idea as ‘absolutely totally brilliant’. Someone subsequently complained about Dolly having such untherapeutic thoughts to the BACP – nonetheless Dolly’s membership of the BACP was not withdrawn. But I wouldn’t have expected it to be – I know of numerous people registered with the BACP who undoubtedly do not have the temperament or knowledge to be allowed near huge swathes of the human race yet alone near vulnerable distressed people. The BACP pointed out that as well as his dodgy certificate from somewhere unspecified in California, in 2009 Dolly had acquired a second MA in the Foundations of Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy from the Tavistock Centre London/Essex University, which had involved Dolly undertaking more than 1500 hours of supervised clinical work, no doubt under the supervision of someone as mad and as unscrupulous as Dolly.

Dolly is married to Kate Garraway, the former GMTV presenter.

 

I spent some time earlier yesterday watching the post-1992 General Election TV clips featuring people bemoaning the fact that unbelievably John Major had won the election, even after the disaster that was his first administration. All the old faces were there or mentioned – Dr Death, Shirl, Paddy Ashdown, Red Ken. A fresh faced Blair was interviewed as well looking rather crestfallen that Mandy’s PR vehicle hadn’t been successful and Blair and Red Ken were both asked whether Kinnock ought to go. A smug David Mellor quietly gloated on camera. Every one of these people knew about the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere which involved politicians and any one of them could have pulled the plug on the Tories if they’d blown the whistle. Not one of them did. Mahon told Chris Mullin in 1994 that she was the Stop Blair candidate. No Alice, you were the Fuckwitted Candidate, one of many. You could have stopped Blair if you’d wanted – but it would have meant standing up to those NHS unions…

There was someone else who knew about north Wales who presented those political news programmes – Jeremy Paxman. His former partner Elizabeth Clough made the documentary ‘Who Will Listen To Mary Winch?’ A worthwhile documentary – which was never followed up and quietly forgotten shortly after it was screened in March 1991 for some unfathomable reason….

Alice Mahon was succeeded as Labour MP for Halifax by her protege from Calderdale Council, Linda Riordan.

 

There’s ructions in the NHS once more, the Top Doctors are squealing loudly. They want money. Lots of it. I haven’t had time to catch up with today’s events yet, but I did notice that recently Top Doctor Bruce Keogh decided that he just had to Speak Out. Keogh has been at the top of the NHS for years, so although the obvious response is well Bruce, the mess must be something to do with you, I absolutely accept that Bruce Keogh would not be able to turn around the rotten apple single handedly. Keogh is a cardiac surgeon who is keen on safer practice. I know nothing about cardiac surgery so I’m not in a position to pass judgement on Keogh’s surgery or on the measures that he uses to review his colleague’s work. However I have noticed an irony in view of the fact that many of Bruce Keogh’s responsibilities have been concerned with improving patient safety. The irony is the job of Bruce’s wife Ann. Ann is Director of Medical Safety at the Heart of England Foundation NHS Trust. That is the Trust which employed the surgeon Ian Paterson who is currently in prison after performing unnecessary operations on scores of patients. There were many warnings that Paterson was out of control but the Heart of England Trust did not take any action…

Yet another school where parents paid handsomely for their children to be abused has hit the media. The Guardian ran an article on the appalling abuse meted out to boys as young as 12 by the former headmaster of St Benedict’s School. It seems that the headmaster had been committing serious offences for years. Julian Clary went to St Benedict’s. When Julian Clary was still a relatively new face in comedy he talked about how his mum and dad sent him to an expensive school and he absolutely hated it there, but he didn’t tell his parents because they had made sacrifices to stump up the fees. Julian Clary never explained WHY he was so unhappy at that school, but a lot of his comedy was predicated on jokes about homosexual behaviour between school boys. St Benedict’s has another famous old boy as well – Chris Patten! The Chancellor of Oxford University, the former Chairman of the BBC, the Patten who never takes any responsibility for any atomic bombs exploding on his watch.

Patten famously lost his seat at the 1992 General Election which gave him a shock because he’d been responsible for the Tories successful election campaign. So Chris, the 1992 General Election was fought with a constant eye on the need to keep the activities of Peter Morrison and the paedophile gang in north Wales quiet. Then there were the deaths of the five witnesses as a result of that petrol bomb just days after the Tories won. Would your wife Lavender’s support for Professor Mark Williams’s ‘mindfulness’ fraud – which he developed whilst he worked in Bangor in the late 1980s alongside those who were concealing the paedophile gang – be at all related to your need to keep a lid on that barrel of shit? Furthermore I really don’t think that Lavender should have been doubling up as a Patron for Williams’s Centre for Mindfulness at Oxford University whilst you were the Chancellor.

The influence of Freemasonry in the police has been in the news. Steve White, who is standing down after three years as the Chairman of the Police Federation, has expressed concerns that Freemasonry is so influential in the police that it is blocking progress for women as well as for black and ethnic minority people. What is even more worrying was that it was used to protect people involved in serious organised crime running a paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire for decades. Brian Paddick then gave an interview admitting that both he and his father were Freemasons but he was shocked to find that after he joined the police certain people became very much more friendly to him when they found out that he was a Freemason. Paddick commented that the stereotype of the Freemasons is one of silly old men wearing aprons performing ludicrous handshakes but stressed that Freemasonry is a malign influence in the police. Which struck a chord with me because I used to think that Freemasons were ridiculous and I certainly thought that no-one under 60 would be involved. Then I found out that Trystan Pritchard, one of the corrupt managers who used to work in Ysbyty Gwynedd, was a Freemason. Trystan was good mates with Elfed Roberts, the disastrous former Chairman of the North West Wales NHS Trust (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Of Notoriety Now Keeping A Low(er) Profile’), the man who left the North Wales Police after a conversation with the Chief Constable about the privileges and perks that Elfed seemed to be enjoying. Trystan is now CEO of St David’s Hospice. He took over when Alun Davies retired – Alun Davies who was formerly the corrupt manager of the Hergest Unit, whilst Elfed was Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Trystan was also big mates with Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust and currently the Director of Workforce at the rapidly imploding Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

A couple of days ago I read that a Court of Appeal ruling meant that numerous people who were abused as kids as a result of the negligence of the social services will now not be able to claim compensation. Well that’s one way of dealing with the acknowledgement that the abuse of children in care is a huge problem which was simply ignored. The three Appeal Court judges who made the ruling were Lord Justice Nigel Davies, Lord Justice Steve Irwin and Lady Justice Eleanor King.

No Ordinary Methods

My most recent reading material has been Dominic Carman’s biography of his father George the much feared Rottweiler of a barrister, ‘No Ordinary Man’. George Carman has featured on this blog in posts such as ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’, ‘Y Gwir Yn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ and ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’, in which I discuss Carman’s role in the 1994 libel action brought by Gordon Anglesea after Private Eye and others named Anglesea as having sexually abused boys in care in north Wales and Carman’s role in Jeremy Thorpe’s trial in 1979. Successfully defending Thorpe after he stood trial for conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman Scott was what made Carman’s name and took him to London from Manchester where he had previously been based.

I speculated in ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ that Carman had deliberately thrown the case when he defended Private Eye et al against Anglesea’s accusation of libel. By the time that Carman took that case he was known as the best libel barrister in the UK. He had built up an international reputation and the mention of his name was enough to cause people to settle actions out of Court. Anglesea had indeed abused boys in care in north Wales, he later went to prison for it – Carman was famed for trawling through people’s knicker drawers if he was facing them in Court and north Wales was heaving with evidence of and witnesses to the crimes of Anglesea and co. Carman losing that case was inexplicable.

I knew that Carman was a massively heavy drinker, was addicted to gambling, was violent to all of his partners and was so feared by the police and others that his partners could find no help even when they were visibly broken and bleeding. I knew that certainly when he worked in Manchester Carman spent his time socialising with what are euphemistically known as figures from the ‘underworld’, as well as with prostitutes, with bent police officers, ‘celebrities’, journalists and numerous other people. I also knew that when Carman was acting in a trial, crucial damning ‘evidence’ would be delivered to his team, literally during the trial, at a crucial point which would frequently win him the case.

The most famous example of this occurred when the South African journalist Jani Allan faced Carman in Court in 1992 after bringing a libel action against Channel 4. A crucial part of the case rested on Allan’s denial of an affair with a married man. Just after Allan swore on oath that she would not have such a relationship, a package arrived at the Court addressed to Carman. He refused to open it, but Jan Tomalin – the in-house lawyer for Channel 4 – seemed to know that this package was good news and she opened it. Inside was a notebook which Jani Allan had used as a diary in 1984-85 and in which she had recorded her sexual fantasies whilst undergoing psychiatric care. She was finished. If I was Jani Allan I’d want to know how anyone – let alone Carman’s team – got their hands on that, but I have found no references to any such investigation.

Dominic’s book however makes it clear that Carman was far more unpleasant, ruthless and questionable than anyone ever previously dared suggest. There are indications that he had been badly damaged when young by incredibly harsh treatment at St Joseph’s School in Blackpool run by the Irish Christian Brothers – years later a number of former pupils alleged abuse during their time there. Carman simply didn’t speak about his experiences at St Joseph’s.

Carman was very, very well networked. He would have been in a position to thrash out deals behind the scenes with a whole variety of people.

Carman enjoyed being seen in the company of women and even cultivated the image of a womaniser. I had heard rumours that he was bisexual, but one thing that I learnt from Dominic’s book is that Carman’s first wife maintained that Carman was never interested in her sexually, that their marriage was unconsummated, that he received postcards which were obviously from men rather than women and that she believed that he was gay, but he kept what she believed were sexual relationships with other men very quiet indeed. This marriage only lasted three years and Carman failed to mention it in his Who’s Who entry. Indeed, the lady concerned claims that Carman worked very hard to ensure that her account of a truly dreadful relationship never made it into the public domain.

Carman’s second wife, Dominic’s mother, stated that after the children were born Carman stopped having sex with her. Her story is remarkably similar to that told by his first wife – excessive drinking, huge gambling debts and a very high level of physical and mental abuse. Dominic remembers witnessing his father’s violent attacks on his mother.

Carman had a third wife. Guess what – he undermined and belittled her, forced her to give up her career and spend her days watching his performances in Court instead and didn’t have a sexual relationship with her either.

As well as these three marriages, Carman had numerous other close friendships with women and was regularly seen hanging out with teenage ‘hostesses’ in ‘gentlemen’s clubs’ and women who were known to be working as prostitutes (not only those considered to be ‘high class call girls’).

From 1986 Carman had a long term relationship with a barrister called Karen Phillips who hung out with showbiz folk including Julia Morley, Russ Abbott and Bruce Forsyth’s wife Winnie. She was also friends with Dr Veronica Varney and Martin Landau. Elton John’s wife Renate was co-director of one of Phillips’s companies and Carman acted with Karen for Renate in her divorce from Elton. A number of Carman’s clients were friends with Karen including Norman Lamont, Richard Branson, Aidan Barclay and Marco Pierre White.

Between 1980-93 Karen  was also in a relationship with David Green. Carman formed an alliance with Green’s wife whom Carman had traced through ‘detective work’. Interestingly enough although Green was a wealthy man who was able to supply Phillips with a flat in an expensive part of London and a BMW, his company ended up going into liquidation – although Karen succeeded in keeping possession of the valuable flat and even the car. Phillips gave up law in the early 1990s and became involved with Charity Work, evolving into a lady who lunches. At one point she lent her flat to Sarah Ferguson – one of Karen’s mates was a friend of Fergie’s.

Towards the end of Carman’s life he became very angry when photos of Phillips in the company of boxing promoter Jarvis Astaire began appearing in glossy magazines and gossip columns. Carman watched Phillips, followed her and discussed her activities with another lawyer who worked with her. Phillips was someone else who maintained that throughout her very long relationship with Carman they never had sex.

Carman’s very first relationship with a woman was with Anne Meuller whilst they were both at Oxford. Anne Meuller ended up breaking their engagement off because she was unable to cope with Carman’s bisexuality – one presumes that Carman ended up making a nuisance of himself because Anne engaged the services of solicitors to threaten legal action against him. Anne later became Dame Anne and was the most successful civil servant of her generation, being appointed as the Second Permanent Secretary in the Cabinet Office (1984-87) and then moving to the Treasury (1987-90). She was Chancellor of De Montfort University (1991-95), a Director of BSkyB as well as CARE International and was associated with Manchester Business School. Dame Anne died in 2000 so like Carman is no longer able to answer questions.

For a man who never or rarely had sex with his wives/partners and who spent much of his spare time getting bladdered in clubs with other women whom everyone presumed that he was having sex with, Carman reacted very strongly on the occasions that he suspected his female partners of infidelity. At one point when he (wrongly) believed that one of his wives was having an affair with another man, he violently assaulted the man in question cracking his ribs.

Carman’s whole existence was one of behaving appalling towards other people but this rarely becoming public and Carman rarely facing any consequences. When he was older and famous, various gossip columnists – including Nigel Dempster – encountered him ripped to the tits in clubs in dubious company but not a word was ever printed about it.

After Jeremy Thorpe had been charged but before Carman had relocated to London, Carman crashed his car whilst drunk – until this incident Carman regularly drove whilst well over the limit. He was arrested and taken to Platt Lane Police Station. He declined the breathalyser and called his solicitor Ian Burton. Carman did the ‘don’t you know who I am’ bit. The plods in the station didn’t know who he was, so Carman told them that he was ‘standing Counsel to the Chief Constable of Greater Manchester’, ie. James Anderton. Even the plods knew who he was and Carman demanded that the police phone Anderton. They rang Anderton’s home and his wife answered – she contacted Anderton who was at the time out at a dinner. When Anderton heard that Carman was in police custody, a Superintendent in uniform was despatched to Platt Lane Police Station. Whilst waiting for the cavalry, Carman was busy telling the plods in the station what to do and raising points of law, which the plods would be in no position to know actually existed or not. Carman was actually charged and Burton represented him in Court, although Carman wrote the mitigation speech. He received a mild slap – a £150 fine and a one year ban. Dominic Carman commented that the ‘press comment was fairly modest’ – even though the barrister who had been retained for one of the most high profile criminal trials of the 20 century had crashed his car whilst pissed and been arrested. Carman’s punishment on a professional level was to be restricted to working in Altrincham County Court for a year, issuing judgement summons’s.

John Anderton was of course the notoriously unhinged Chief Constable who had a bee in his bonnet about ‘immorality’, hated prostitutes so much that some of his own officers speculated that he might have been the person carrying out the murders for which Peter Sutcliffe was later convicted, stated that people who contracted AIDS were ‘swirling in a human cesspit of their own making’ and maintained that he was a prophet. Anderton was famous for stating that he would ‘clean up’ Manchester, especially in terms of porn, sex work and police corruption. An account of Anderton’s colleagues and their relationships with the paedophiles’ friends can be found in my post ‘Top Of The Cops’ and ‘A Stalker’s Network’.

Carman will have known a few other people as well as Anderton. In previous posts, I speculated that Carman will have known about the North Wales Paedophile Ring and may have even known some of the paedophiles’ friends from the north Wales/Cheshire ring as a result of his boozing and clubbing with bent police officers, gangsters and journos in Manchester. Dominic’s book mentions some of the locations at which Carman lived – Carman lived in Wilmslow and Altrincham. Those areas covered the location of the Cheshire paedophile ring and were not a million miles away from Chester, the constituency of Sir Peter Morrison the MP who was abusing boys in care in north Wales. Carman will also have found out a great deal by being marooned working in Altrincham County Court – although he’ll have known a great deal anyway, because before and after that his duties as a barrister took him to Courts in Cheshire. John Stalker, the Greater Manchester Police Officer featured in my posts ‘Top Of The Cops’ and ‘A Stalker’s Network’, also lived in Cheshire – as did great swathes of the professional classes who worked in Manchester.

Carman didn’t move to London until 1980, but he was already very well-networked by the time that he acted for Thorpe.

Carman read law at Balliol College, Oxford. Whilst there he was friends with Dick Taverne (who later became a Labour MP, but then defected to the SDP – he is now in the Lords). Patrick Mayhew read law with him – the Patrick Mayhew who later was the legal assessor for the GMC when Dr Morris Fraser was allowed to continue working as a psychiatrist despite convictions for paedophilia, the Patrick Mayhew who in his capacity as Attorney General authorised contempt of Court proceedings against me on the basis of Dr Tony Francis’s (Dr X’s) perjury, after I alleged that serious abuses were happening in the north Wales psychiatric services. Carman also knew barrister Stanley Brodie at Oxford and shared a room with George Carver, who later became Deputy Director of the CIA. He knew Sir Robin Day – who was also big mates with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse – and William Rees-Mogg. Carman was also friends with Vivian Price – who was the best man at Carman’s first wedding – and later became one of Carman’s clients as well. Oh – and Carman was friends with a man called Jeremy Thorpe. Nicolas Browne-Wilkinson who later became a Lord Justice of Appeal was at Oxford with Carman.

After graduation, Carman spent a short time in London and worked as a libel reader for the News of the World. He tried his hand at business – he set a girl up as a masseuse in a flat in Great Portland Street (the GMC offices are in Great Portland Street), but the girl disappeared after she was faced with a client who expected rather more than a massage. Carman had paid rent on the flat in advance, so was left out of pocket.

Carman looked for a pupillage in London and used the connections of his former tutor at Balliol to do this. He was taken on as the pupil of Neil Lawson who later became Chairman of the Law Commission and a High Court judge.

However Carman discovered that he was far too poor to afford to continue with a pupillage in London – particularly in those days, one really needed a private income to sustain oneself as a pupil barrister – and he returned to Blackpool (by now his mother was dying). Carman took up a pupillage in Manchester with Godfrey Heilpern – who acted for Myra Hindley in her 1966 trial. Readers may remember how many of the corrupt lawyers on the Chester and Wales Circuit who assisted the paedophiles’ friends were involved in that trial – Heilpern will have known all of them, including Ronnie Waterhouse. Joseph Cantley was working in chambers in Manchester at this time – Cantley later presided over the trial of Jeremy Thorpe – as was Fenton Atkinson, who presided over the trial of Myra Hindley and Ian Brady. Carman became friendly with Sir Basil Nield, a Recorder of Manchester and was also popular with Sir Robertson Crichton, who was a Recorder of Manchester. Carman was mates with solicitor John Budd and was also admired by Gerald (Lord) Gardiner, Leonard Kaplan, Robert McCrindle and Jack Nahum QC.

Carman’s first wife was the daughter of a local Tory grandee. Carman was persuaded to put himself forward as a Parliamentary candidate and he got as far as being shortlisted for Salford for the Tories. (Whilst Carman was at Oxford his tutor Richard Crossman – who held a series of Ministerial posts in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t – had asked him to consider standing for Parliament.)

Between 1966-71 Carman worked on a great many personal injury cases. These frequently involved industrial injury and Carman was often instructed by the trade union solicitors Thompsons. Thompsons were brothers Brian and Robin, two champagne socialists from Hampstead with close links to trade union leaders. Nic Carter, who set up the Thompsons Manchester office, socialised with Carman.

Carman had begun to land High Court work in London whilst he was still in Manchester. He was helped by John Gorna, a well connected solicitor who was described by his daughter as a member of the ‘Catholic mafia’. Gorna was godfather to Dominic Carman.

John Gorna was a Director of Manchester United and gave Carman work for the club. Carman advised the club’s Chairman Louis Edwards and his son Martin. Carman acted for George Best when Best was sued by a girlfriend – it was Gorna and Sir Matt Busby who retained Carman. The case was unexpectedly settled quickly. Carman also successfully defended George Best’s mate, Pat Crerand – another Man United player – when he broke someone’s jaw and was charged with GBH. Carman became good mates with George Best but the friendship ended abruptly after Best had an affair with Carman’s wife. When Carman lived in Altrincham his next door neighbour was Willy Morgan, the recently retired captain of Man Utd. Another neighbour was solicitor John Elliot, the son of Charles Elliot QC.

Carman worked with celebs and legal bigwigs in Manchester but he also slummed it in some well-known dives, including the Nile Club on Moss Side and Russian Dave’s which was known for prostitution. During this time Carman was regularly hiring prostitutes but was also having gay relationships.

Carman was turned down for silk in 1970 by the office of the Labour Lord Chancellor Lord Gardiner. Distraught, he went to chat to his old Oxford mate Dick Taverne, who was then Finance Secretary to the Treasury – Taverne had worked with Gardiner on the Family Law Reform Committee.

The following year not only was Carman made a QC, but he was also offered a place in the chambers of Sir Peter Rawlinson who had recently been appointed as Ted Heath’s Attorney General. Carman turned it down because he lacked the money to move to London. Carman was certainly very tempted by the offer – but if you’re going to lose thousands every month in casinos you’re going to be seriously short of money.

Carman stopped driving after the car crash that caused him to call on the services of James Anderton, after that he depended upon taxis and lifts. He was ably assisted by a retired Manchester police sergeant John Cooper who worked at the Manchester courts – after bouts of all night drinking Carman would summon Cooper who would drive him home.

As well as personal injury work resulting from industrial accidents, Carman built up quite a name for himself in personal injury cases as a result of what Dominic Carman quaintly terms ‘health authority blunders’. Carman’s adversary in the High Court in Manchester in many such cases was Patrick Russell QC, who later became an Appeal Court judge. As with so many of Carman’s ‘court room adversaries’, Russell and Carman seemed to get on very well and they were good at negotiating deals when they encountered each other in personal injury cases. One of Carman’s notable successes after a ‘health authority blunder’ secured a settlement of £310k after someone was left a paraplegic – so that was one hell of a blunder. Carman’s last case of this nature was in 1987 – by which time he was in London. He secured a settlement of £550k from Berkshire Health Authority for a 14 year old girl who suffered permanent injury after falling out of her parents car in the grounds of Eton College. How falling out of one’s parents car on the premises of the country’s most elite public school could ever be the fault of Berkshire Health Authority I cannot imagine, but then I’m not George Carman.

Although it was Carman’s success in defending Thorpe that made him a household name and took him to London in 1980, Sir David Napley – Thorpe’s solicitor who retained Carman to act for Thorpe – was alleged to have spotted Carman’s genius in 1973 when Carman acted for James Hogan, the manager of Battersea funfair. Carman had been instructed by John Gorna after Hogan was charged with the manslaughter of five children as a result of gross negligence, when an accident that should never have happened did. The case was heard at the Old Bailey – Roger Lane-Smith, a solicitor from Gorna’s firm, stayed in London with Carman for the duration of the case. Carman’s defence of Hogan was actually predicated on the argument that Hogan was so utterly incompetent that he should never have been given responsibility for managing the funfair. The strategy worked, Carman won. Napley had been involved in the trial himself, he had represented the engineer Frank Etches.

It was after this that Napley started instructing Carman.

Thorpe was not the only politician in deep shit whom Napley represented – Napley was Greville Janner’s solicitor when Janner was interviewed over child sex offences in the early 1990s. Napley was so certain that Janner would be charged that he retained Carman – but of course charges were dropped although the CPS later admitted that a prosecution should have gone ahead.

My post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’ discusses Thorpe’s career and his trial which I did know quite a lot about already having lived in west Somerset whilst Thorpe was busy in north Devon, but Dominic’s book supplies a few more details of which I was unaware.

Thorpe’s solicitor was initially Lord Goodman – someone else who was able to extract people from rather difficult situations – but he then hired Napley. Napley instructed Carman – but Napley had quoted a staggeringly low fee to Thorpe. Furthermore, James Goldsmith was footing the bill for a substantial chunk of it – but Carman allegedly didn’t know this. Carman did meet Thorpe for dinner on more than one occasion at Thorpe’s house at Orme Square and noticed the treasures within. Thorpe’s wife Marion had been left a wealthy woman after her divorce from the Earl of Harewood. Carman was representing Thorpe for a very low fee – he was told that the reward would be his reputation. So presumably Napley, Carman and co were pretty sure that they would be winning that case – a bit of an assumption in view of the enormous amount of evidence against Thorpe. But the tarot’s proved to be accurate – they did win.

The committal hearing for Thorpe and his co-defendants was held at Minehead Magistrates Court and Napley turned up at Minehead in his Rolls. I remember much over-awing of the bumpkins happening at the time, so this sort of grandiosity won’t have been accidental.

Kingsley Napley partner Christopher Murray later described Gareth Williams QC – later Lord Williams – as ‘very cunning’. Williams acted for one of Thorpe’s co-defendants George Deakin, a man from south Wales. Gareth Williams was from north Wales and was acquainted with many of the paedophiles’ friends. On the first day of the committal hearing Williams applied for reporting restrictions to be lifted, arguing that the interests of his client were different from his co-defendants. This derailed Norman Scott and his team who had to cope with reporting and publicity that they had not expected.

Over the next three weeks, Napley phoned Carman daily to review tactics. He was phoning Carman because Carman wasn’t at the committal hearing – Napley had insisted on doing that himself, although no-one was ever told why Napley followed this rather unusual path.

‘No Ordinary Man’ reproduces parts of the transcript of the Thorpe trial, particularly Cantley’s hectoring and downright abuse of Norman Scott both during cross-examination and in the summing up. One is reminded of how accurate Peter Cook’s satire on the bent old git was. Dominic observes that Norman Scott was ‘problematic’ because he was a ‘tough witness’ and put up a ‘good performance’, even recalling distinguishing marks on Thorpe’s body when it was suggested that Thorpe had never had a relationship with him. Yes Dominic – as I’ve mentioned previously on this blog, most of the west country put Norman’s ‘good performance’ down to the fact that he was telling the truth.

Dominic reveals that it was Lord Widgery, the Lord Chief Justice, who agreed to change the date of the trial after Callaghan announced the date of the forthcoming General Election, in which Thorpe would be standing. Dominic also reveals that Carman attempted to have Auberon Waugh, the Private Eye journo who stood against Thorpe in north Devon at the General Election, jailed if he didn’t ‘tone down’ his ‘election rhetoric’. Carman actually obtained an injunction against Waugh preventing him from distributing an election address leaflet – Carman’s original request to the Lord Chief Justice was refused, so Carman literally went straight down the corridor to the Court of Appeal and dear old Lord Denning the Master of the Rolls overturned the Lord Chief Justice’s decision and granted the injunction.

The prosecuting counsel at Thorpe’s trial was Peter Taylor QC, the son of a Top Doctor from Newcastle. Taylor had handled many personal injury cases on the North Eastern Circuit. Dominic’s book reveals that Taylor was most helpful to Thorpe’s defence barrister Carman. Taylor disclosed privately to Carman that there was ‘significant evidence’ proving that Thorpe was gay, which included a sexually explicit postcard that Thorpe had sent to a man whom he had had a relationship with. Thus Carman ensured that Thorpe was never directly questioned about his homosexuality. And of course Carman famously didn’t call Thorpe to give evidence. Dominic believes that in disclosing the info to Carman ‘Taylor’s honourable gesture reflected his strong commitment to fairness and objectivity’ and that Carman was ‘relieved’ ‘for the integrity of the Bar’ that Taylor acted as he did – it means that there  was no additional evidence of homosexuality in the prosecution case, so it was ‘a good deal for Thorpe’.

Not only that, but Taylor ‘avoided going for Thorpe’s jugular throughout the case and the closing speech was no exception’ – it was interpreted by the press as sympathetic to Thorpe. Indeed Taylor explained that Thorpe’s career had been ‘blighted by the Scott affair’, it was ‘a tragedy of truly Greek or Shakespearian proportions – the slow but inevitable destruction of a man by the stamp of one defect’.

Carman of course did go for the jugular – in his closing speech he maintained that Thorpe’s life ‘had more than its fair share of grief and agony…he had the misfortune to meet Norman Scott’. As for Norman, according to Carman he was ‘sad, mad or bad or a combination of all three, I care not’.

Whilst they were awaiting the verdict, Thorpe and his co-defendants lunched in a private room at the Old Bailey on smoked salmon, beef and Chablis – the grub was provided by Thorpe’s Liberal Party friend and colleague the molester Clement Freud.

The Carmans stayed in touch with Thorpe and Dominic recalls that in 2001 he was lunching with him when it was revealed that Thorpe had ‘joked’ to Carman that if he got him off he’d make him a High Court judge. In reality though even after Carman did do as required, it was many months before Thorpe even wrote to thank Carman and when he did, Thorpe simply observed that ‘as for the Bench, I am sure that it will only be a matter of time’.

So what became of the esteemed lawyers after the trial? Carman’s fees rocketed and work flooded in. Peter Taylor became a judge, Chaired the Hillsborough Disaster Inquiry and between 1992-96 was Lord Chief Justice. Judge Joseph Cantley disappeared into oblivion – as Peter Cook quipped when he was playing the part of the Biased Judge summing up for the jury ‘and now you must retire – as must I – and consider your verdict of not guilty’. Dominic reveals that at the time of the trial Carman had known Cantley for 20 years. Cantley had been the Presiding judge on the Northern Circuit where Carman had practised. Cantley was the son of a Top Doctor, a product of Manchester Grammar School and Manchester University who unusually had married the widow of his pupil master.

So had there been ‘a strong commitment to fairness and objectivity’? Or the most disgraceful crucifixion of a man who had been the target of a murder plot by a bunch of corrupt lawyers and politicians who were all connected with each other and realised that goodies would come their way as long as they let a potential murderer – who was connected to them – walk free?

The official story is that Carman was plucked from obscurity in the north to a glittering life in London after working miracles at Thorpe’s trial. But what if someone in London knew that there was a barrister in the north who boozed excessively, who had huge gambling debts, who was close to scores of crooked people from all walks of life but who was also well-connected with ‘respectable’ members of society – someone who not only needed a barrister for the Thorpe trial but who thought that such a barrister might prove very useful if they were based in London rather than Manchester?

A theme one constantly encounters when reading about George Carman and his excesses is that people ‘liked him’. But people were also very, very frightened of him. Probably far too frightened to admit that they didn’t like him at all.

After the Thorpe trial, Carman acted in two more high profile trials before he moved to London.

In 1980 in Leeds Carman represented Lord Kagan in the Kagan Textiles Case – Kagan’s manufactured the famous Gannex raincoats as sported by Harold Wilson and Prince Philip even after the shit hit the fan. Kagan was found guilty of theft and false accounting and went to prison. He kept his seat in the Lords and whilst he was in prison he negotiated a business deal to supply the prison service with uniforms.

In Carman’s last big case in Manchester he acted for the Police Federation on behalf of four police officers who ‘had been involved’ in the death of Jimmy Kelley in Liverpool. The officers received support from the local MP – a Harold Wilson. A verdict of ‘death by misadventure’ was returned.

The Police Federation supported North Wales Police’s senior officer Gordon Anglesea throughout his trial for abusing children, supported him in his plans to appeal after he was convicted and offered to pay his legal costs and turned out in force at his funeral to give him a good send off.

When Carman sold his house in Altrincham to move to London, the money that he received from the sale went to pay his gambling debts to the Manchester Playboy Club. Carman had a symbiotic relationship with casinos and clubs – he ran up huge debts with them but they also frequently used him for legal advice when they were applying for licences.

After moving to London Carman became head of New Court Chambers. Throughout the 1980s his supporting juniors in New Court were Michael Brompton and Tony Clover. Brompton knew Carman very well because he shared a room in Chambers with him.

It was in London that Carman developed his reputation as a libel lawyer, particularly for celebs.

Carman handled two libel cases for Richard Branson – Hugh Tomlinson was Carman’s junior for those. Charles Howard QC was his junior when he acted for Phil Lynott and Maria Aitken (in drugs cases rather than libel). Charles Howard married Rosie Boycott, who was editor of the Indie and the Express and who was a friend of Carman – Carman was best man at their wedding.

Carman picked up international work and was involved in cases in Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaysia, Washington and New York. By the early 1980s he had come to the attention of Sir Denys Roberts, Hong Kong’s Chief Justice and was offered a position as a High Court judge in Hong Kong. Carman really wanted such a position in England – so off he trotted for a chat with his mate Lord Denning, Master of the Rolls. Denning had a word with the Lord Chief Justice, Geoffrey Lane – it is the Lord Chief Justice who makes the recommendations for High Court appointments to the Lord Chancellor. Denning had previously worked with Lord Lane. Sadly Lane told Denning that Carman was not on his list. Carman decided to take up the offer from Hong Kong. However for some reason he changed his mind during a stay in Leicester of all places.

Carman was in Leicester in 1981 for the trial of Dr Leonard Arthur at Leicester Crown Court. Leonard Arthur was on trial after he had ordered nursing staff to provide no care or treatment to a newly born baby with Down’s syndrome. Arthur also prescribed doses of dihydrocodeine. Unsurprisingly the baby died. I can remember this case well and although the prosecution was brought by the anti-abortion group LIFE – and this is what Dominic has recorded in his book – the only reason why anyone at all got to hear about the baby’s death was because a nurse who witnessed what had happened was appalled at the deliberate killing of a disabled, but very much alive, baby. At the time that nurse was constructed as an interfering know nothing who was well above her station. These days she would be called a whistleblower.

Douglas Draycott QC acted for the prosecution, Carman for the defence. Carman did not put Leonard Arthur into the witness box. However he did call a nurse, a Margaret Slater – who casually mentioned in her evidence that her own baby would not be here today if it wasn’t for Dr Arthur. I don’t know how she managed to be in Court on that day, it is all rather reminiscent of the way that Jani Allan’s old diaries turned up in Court at a crucial moment. The nurse saved Dr Arthur’s neck and he was found not guilty. The nurse was assisted by Carman who ‘destroyed’ Prof Alan Usher, the Home office pathologist who was ready with evidence about the damage to the baby’s brain. The Presiding judge was Justice Farquarson.

History records that Leonard Arthur was not someone who didn’t think that disabled people were worth keeping alive, but someone who was a caring Top Doctor, selflessly devoted to children, worked night and day for the greater good of the nation’s infants – you get the picture.

So what happened in Leicester to persuade Carman to turn down the job of a High Court judge in Hong Kong and remain in England working as a barrister instead? Who knows.

Leicester County Council of course had a problem with a paedophile ring in its children’s services, a ring that Lord Greville Janner was alleged to have been involved with. Frank Beck, the notorious social worker who devised whacky therapies which served as a cover for his abuse of children, was given five life sentences for sexually abusing hundreds of children in 1991. Beck had been involved with the Liberal Party.

One lawyer was particularly impressed by George Carman’s successful defence of a doctor who finished off a baby with learning disabilities – that was a Cherie Booth who praised Carman for ensuring that ‘justice’ prevailed. In the 1980s Cherie Booth was a barrister in New Court Chambers! There was another barrister in New Court as well, who was Carman’s junior – Cherie knew him well, he was a Tony Blair!

Now the Blairs have kept THAT quiet – I’ve been trying to find out in which chambers old Blair worked before he became an MP and it’s not a piece of info that appears in any of the obvious places. But now I know. Blair never forgot the talents of his former boss. Within six months of Blair becoming Prime Minister, Carman found himself at a reception in Downing Street along with Richard Branson when Blair told Branson that Carman was the best lawyer that he could have found.

In Nov 1982 Carman defended Geoffrey Prime who worked for GCHQ but also spied for the KGB. Prime was a paedophile and a member of PIE who had been involved with under-aged girls in the Cheltenham/Gloucester area. Carman’s junior in that case was Tony Clover and the Presiding judge was Lord Chief Justice Lane. Prime was convicted, so Carman took the case to appeal – it was dismissed by Lord Justice Lawton.

Carman was involved in the case involving the grisly death of Roberto Calvi who in 1982 was found hanging under Blackfriars Bridge in London. Calvi had been President of the ‘Vatican’s Bank’, Banco Ambrosiano and was believed many, including his family, to have been murdered. Lurid stories of Masonic corruption and involvement with Opus Dei circulated – and all the money was missing from the bank. David Napley represented Calvi’s family at the inquest which was held by Dr David Paul, the coroner for the City of London – Paul rushed the inquiry. The autopsy was carried out by Prof Keith Simpson. A suicide verdict was returned – which was widely ridiculed because there were numerous aspects of the case which suggested that Calvi had been the victim of a bizarre crime. His underpants were full of bricks which was a bit weird and his hands were clean and well-manicured, which if he’d been crawling around under Blackfriars Bridge hanging himself they would not have been. Carman wanted a fresh inquest in front of Lord Geoffrey Lane. In March 1983 the Lord Chief Justice agreed to overturn the verdict. A new coroner was appointed, Dr Graham Davies and an open verdict was returned in June 1983.

In 1983 in Burnley Carman defended Peter Adamson aka Len Fairclough from Coronation Street after he was charged with indecently assaulting two eight year old girls in a swimming pool. Adamson was cleared although it was alleged that Carman believed that he had been guilty. In 1988 Adamson flogged a story to the Sun admitting that he had been guilty.

Following the Adamson revelations, in 1989 Prof George Steiner joked about Carman’s ability to get anyone off just about anything. It increased Carman’s business.

Carman’s close female friends in London included Sue Cook from BBC’s Crimewatch, Pippa Jessel the former wife of Tory MP Toby Jessel, Frances Heggarty/Hyfield the barrister/crime writer and Lady Annunziata Asquith.

Dominic relates a very worrying story when read in the light of Carman’s conduct towards his female partners and his links with questionable people in high places. Dominic tells us that in 1984 Carman had a ‘close relationship’ with a 30 year old woman but the ’10 month relationship ended with disastrous consequences’. The lady moved to London and into Carman’s Lincoln’s Inn flat and was ‘surprised when he showed no physical interest in her’. I think that we’ve been here before. This woman was ’emotionally volatile’ and Carman’s ‘subsequent humiliation of her precipitated a nervous breakdown’. According to Dominic, George was terrified of anything to do with mental illness – he asked Dominic ‘to accompany him as he registered her as a psychiatric inpatient, before telling her mother to come and pick up the pieces’.

Now there’s a story. So what did Carman do to the ’emotionally volatile’ lady whom he had invited to move in with him? Or what had she witnessed or found out? Which hospital so obligingly admitted her as an in-patient and how did they repackage the horror? I think we should be told…

One of Carman’s most famous triumphs was successfully defending Ken Dodd after Dodd was charged with tax evasion. The presiding judge was none other than our old friend – and indeed Carman’s old friend – Ronnie Waterhouse, the prosecuting counsel was Brian Leveson and the trial was held at Liverpool Crown Court. Waterhouse was a member of the Garrick – as was Carman and indeed their mutual friend Robin Day. Waterhouse also knew Thorpe through their Liberal Party activities.

Ken Dodd was a much-loved son of Liverpool. Waterhouse was born just a few miles away from Ken Dodd’s birthplace. The not guilty verdict caused much entertainment because of the overwhelming amount of evidence against Dodd – Dodd himself joked about not paying his taxes. The Inland Revenue had discovered accounts of Dodd’s in Jersey and the Isle of Man, there was thousands of pounds in used notes secreted about his house, there were references to wheelbarrows of money being moved around, it was ridiculous. A neighbour commented to me at the time that it looked as though the only questions would be ‘which prison and for how many years?’

At the opening of the trial Carman claimed that Dodd was suffering from ventricular tachycardia, a potentially fatal condition, that Dodd was in imminent danger of death and that the trial would almost certainly kill him. Carman tried to get the trial stopped on medical grounds – two weeks before the trial Carman had sent Dodd to a heart specialist, although the date for the trial had been set many months previously. The trial did go ahead and Dodd is still alive – and performing – today, nearly twenty years later.

The Top Doctor who gave evidence that Dodd was about to drop dead was Dr Rhys Williams from Manchester Royal Infirmary. However another Top Doctor, Prof John Camm, testified that Dodd was fit for trial. Camm worked at St Georges Hospital Medical School, so God only knows how anyone persuaded him to give evidence against a dodgy lawyer. Er – yes, I’ve just realised the significance of that quip – dear old St George’s had an awful lot to hide and had participated in some terrible things at the time of Dodd’s trial.

There also seem to have been some porkies told about Dodd’s age at his trial. Dodd’s Who’s Who entries for years have stated that he is four years younger than the age given when he stood trial.

Carman read out letters from Harold Wilson, Ted Heath and Margaret Thatcher at Dodd’s trial, all supportive of Dodd. Character evidence was supplied by Roy Hudd, Eric Sykes, Michael Billington, John Fisher (the head of Variety at Thames Television) and Shelia Murray (the Secretary of Clatterbridge Hospital’s Cancer Research Trust – Dodd had helped them raise £10 million).

It was revealed at the trial that in 1984 Reginald Hunter – Dodd’s accountant between 1972-82 – had been prosecuted at Mold Crown Court for false accounting to enable other clients to avoid tax. Waterhouse grew up in Flintshire and retained close links there. Mold is the legal/administrative centre of Flintshire.

The barrister on the losing side of the Dodd case, Brian Leveson, did OK for himself. He became a High Court judge and Lord Leveson found fame and fortune when he Chaired the 2011-12 public inquiry into the culture, practices and ethics of the British press. Like Dodd, Leveson was a local boy made big from Liverpool.

Carman got into libel work via Oscar Beuselinck, whom Carman knew as the in-house lawyer for the Mirror News Group. Back in the 50s Oscar had represented entertainers, including John Osborne. He had become a Director of Woodfall Films with Osborne and acted for Hollywood clients. In the 70s Oscar began taking defamation work. He sued Private Eye in the 60s but then became their principal solicitor, representing them against Robert Maxwell in 1986. Maxwell himself then recruited Oscar in 1989, although Oscar resigned after a damning Panorama documentary on Maxwell was screened in 1991 – however he did remain as a consultant to Maxwell.

Carman’s juniors in libel cases were Adrienne Page, Victoria Sharp, Andrew Caldecott, James Price, Heather Rogers and Hugh Tomlinson.

Not only do the same names keep cropping up in terms of barristers whom Carman worked with or faced as opponents in Court, but the same judges keep popping up as well. Carman appeared many times in the Court of Mr Justice Drake. We know that judges are impartial of course but in one case Drake made it clear after the case that he was delighted that Carman had won the case. That case in question was the 1989 libel action against the News of the World – owned by the News Group, Murdoch’s empire – brought by Sonia Sutcliffe, the wife of Peter Sutcliffe. The News of the Screws admitted that they HAD defamed Sonia Sutcliffe, they had even paid £50k into Court, but Sutcliffe wanted more. Barbara Jones, a journo for the Mail on Sunday was named as a co-defendant – if Sonia won, Jones would have been liable for the News of the Screws’ indemnity damages and costs, which would have left Jones financially ruined. The potential for this had led to total hostility between Jones and News Group. Now Jones had previously been on holiday with Sonia and they had been pretty good friends – they had been planning to write a book together. But it was Jones’s evidence in Court that completely shafted Sonia Sutcliffe – evidence that Jones had gained regarding Sonia’s alleged attitude towards her husbands crimes during their holiday. Jones defended herself in Court – but she much appreciated Carman’s ‘quiet support and encouragement’. He advised her and told her what to do and say in Court, including telling her to ‘rile’ Sonia.

Sonia Sutcliffe lost the case and was left with a bill for 1/4 of a million quid.

There was little public sympathy for Sonia Sutcliffe at the time – she was the wife of a serial killer, there were allegations flying that she knew that her husband had been attacking women and she’d already won a number of big settlements from newspapers in libel cases.

Something else was happening at the time. The press were desperate to stem the tide of libel awards. The settlements were getting bigger and bigger and it was costing them a great deal of money. One man in particular was costing them a fortune – George Carman.

The more that I find out about the Sonia Sutcliffe case the more that it looks as though the sort of deal that seems to have happened in the Thorpe trial had occurred. A group of very greedy, very unscrupulous, very powerful people could well have got together behind the scenes and come to a convenient arrangement. The only person who didn’t benefit was Sonia Sutcliffe. But she wasn’t a press baron, or a journo or a lawyer. She was the wife of a murderer. Carman was hailed as a hero in the press and Tom Crone, News Group’s lawyer – a barrister who had previously worked for the Mirror Group – made a triumphalist speech outside of the Court. Crone was a close friend of Carman. In 2011 Crone resigned from his job as News International’s legal affairs manager during the phone hacking scandal, after it was revealed that the phone of the murdered schoolgirl Milly Dowler had been hacked.

Not only did Justice Drake announce his satisfaction with the verdict – the Justice Drake who later presided over the libel case brought by Gordon Anglesea in which Carman represented Private Eye and others against Anglesea but lost – but the Private Eye lot were so pleased that they held a party which Carman attended. Sonia had successfully sued them previously…

The Jani Allan case that I mentioned earlier also occurred at the time that newspapers were worried about spiralling libel costs. Like Sonia Sutcliffe, Jani Allan had won a number of libel cases. It was Carman who finished Jani Allan off – but her counsel was Charles Howard QC, Carman’s mate.

I mentioned that Carman produced some interesting medical evidence in the Ken Dodd trial. Carman seemed to know some very helpful Top Doctors. In 1987 Carman’s former best man and good friend from Oxford Vivian Price QC was charged with attempting to pervert the course of justice and driving twice whilst disqualified. Price was a senior barrister and a High Court judge. Carman obtained medical evidence at the 11th hour stating that Price had a brain tumour. It got Price off a prison sentence. The very understanding judge was Justice Farquarson – who had presided over the trial of Dr Leonard Arthur in which Carman had triumphed.

Carman also produced a helpful medical expert when he defended the Sun in 1994 after Gillian Taylforth the Eastenders actress brought a libel case against them. Taylforth and her partner Geoff Knights had been stopped on a motorway and Knights had been arrested and charged with driving offences. A policeman then sold a story to the Sun claiming that Gillian Taylforth had been giving Knights oral sex in the car. Taylforth and Knights denied it and their story was that Knights suffered from pancreatitis, had been in pain, so Taylforth undid his trousers to rub his belly. Carman produced Dr Iain Murray Lyon, a pancreatitis specialist, who testified that Knights could have been faking the pancreatitis attack by describing the symptoms. Well yes he could, but Dr Lyon was not there at the time so had no idea at all whether Knights was making it up or not. Not only did Carman produce a Top Doctor out of the hat, but at the beginning of the second week of the trial a video arrived at court. It was a film six years old of a drunken party attended by the Eastenders cast. Taylforth could be seen messing around with a sausage joking about oral sex and gesticulating with a bottle between her legs. She was fully clothed, it was daylight and there were many people present – it was hardly an orgy and wasn’t that shocking. But Carman made it sound like Sodom and Gomorrah. Taylforth lost the case and became so distressed that she collapsed and had to be wheeled out of the court on a stretcher attached to a supply of oxygen. Everyone had a real laugh and once again Tom Crone appeared outside the Court to crow. Michael Beloff QC acted for Taylforth but no-one asked what a policeman was doing selling a story to the Sun or how an ancient video of a party long-forgotten had found its way into Carman’s hands at a most convenient time.

As for the Top Doctor – Dr Iain Murray-Lyon works at Harley Street and at the Edward VII Hospital. That hospital was featured in my post ‘Update On ‘Tainted Blood’ Scandal’. It was the hospital which employed the nurse who looked after the Duchess of Cambridge when she suffered from severe pregnancy-induced vomiting who committed suicide when some Australian shock jocks rang up pretending to be the Queen. The Chairman of the hospital was Lord Simon Glenarthur – who is also the Director of the MDU and was the Health Minister responsible for the NHS ‘tainted blood’ scandal (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz…’).

Figures from the whole spectrum of the press loved Carman and utilised his talents. Yet he threatened and crapped on them as well. In 1982 Carman had Sir David English the editor of the Daily Mail fined for contempt for a prejudicial article about the Leonard Arthur case. Ten years later when Carman discovered that his ex-wife had given an interview to the Daily Mail he leant on English – who was still the editor – to tone down the article. It was published two days after the verdict following Carman’s savaging of Jani Allan in Court.

In July 1993 Carman was retained by Ian Burton to defend John Jermyn Hervey, the Marquis of Bristol, on drugs charges. The trial was at Snaresbrook Crown Court and the judge was Owen Stable QC. During the trial – and in his consultations with Carman before the trial – Hervey took both coke and heroin (he was even consuming drugs in the bogs in Court). The sentence was deferred on the grounds that Hervey was receiving treatment in the Charter Clinic, Chelsea. Before sentencing Hervey discharged himself from the clinic and went to France on a massive drugs binge. Carman put in a plea for mitigation based on Hervey’s deprived childhood no less, but he was jailed nonetheless. Hervey died from an AIDS related illness in 1999. He was a wildly promiscuous user of rent boys and by his own estimation had sex with thousands of them. Presumably infecting more than a few.

In Nov 1993 Elton John retained Carman to take on Carman’s own friends at Mirror Group Newspapers – Carman had secured a settlement of £1 million for Elton in 1988 after the Sun alleged that Elton John had suffered from an eating disorder which resulted in him spitting food out. The ever dependable Justice Drake presided and awarded exemplary damages to Elton. However in 1995 the Court of Appeal reduced the damages and laid out recommendations for future damages – just when the press really needed it. This bought an end to juries imposing punitive damages on newspapers and also resulted in the settlement of a libel action brought by Michael Jackson agains Mirror Group Newspapers.

Whoever could tell who was dealing with who behind the scenes and who was stuffing who over? Although the press barons got bigger and bigger and Carman became richer and richer and even more feared.

In 1998 the Times speculated that Carman’s earnings had dropped off – Carman was so cross that he phoned Clare Dyer, the Guardian’s legal correspondent and Frances Gibb, the Times’ legal editor and ensured that Gibb was au fait with his present success and recent work. Gibb duly obliged by running a big article the following week that flattered Carman.

Carman revelled in his Hollywood clients, including Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. He was retained by them in 1997 after a Sunday Express article made allegations about their involvement with Scientology, Cruise’s alleged infertility and the couple’s unhappy marriage. Carman sent ‘compelling medical evidence’ to the Express Group and in Oct 1998 the Express Group paid Cruise and Kidman damages and costs. They divorced some two years later amid allegations of Scientology and marital distress.

In 2000 the celebrity chef Marco Pierre White sued the New York Times and International Herald Tribune. Geoffrey Ripon QC acted for the newspapers and Carman acted for White. Carman won and the day after the damages were awarded White got married – Michael Winner was the best man and George Carman was a guest.

I remember hearing about Marco Pierre White in the early 1990s, from a young woman who had worked for him in London. This young woman had some very interesting stories – stories of drug use, of sexual exploitation and chaos in the business. She claimed to have had sex with White herself – in fact she told me that she had been in some sort of relationship with him whilst his ‘official’ partner was somebody else. Not that the young woman in question will ever be able to flog a story to anyone about it all – because she was an in-patient at the Hergest Unit, with ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ of course. She had grown up in north Wales, gone to university in London and met Marco Pierre White down there. Her parents confirmed that. But after a rather wild time in London she had a breakdown and was brought back to Wales – by a Top Doctor – and sectioned at Ysbyty Gwynedd. By exactly the same social workers and Top Doctors who unlawfully imprisoned me, pretty much at the same time that I was unlawfully detained. Her parents also told me that the law had been repeatedly broken and when they complained about it Gwynedd Social Services and Ysbyty Gwynedd lied constantly. I got to know this young woman quite well over the following years. Her one desire was to ‘get better’ and go back to London. The mental health services were very keen for her not to do this. I and her other friends used to notice that on a number of occasions she seemed to recover from her distress and enrol for courses, find jobs etc. But every time that she began to improve, the Top Doctors at Hergest – usually Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) – would alter her ‘medication’ and within three weeks she would be back in hospital, usually sectioned. It makes me wonder what goes on in Marco Pierre White’s world.

Carman took to hosting parties in the 1990s. He held a bash in the summer of 1993. Guests included the Lord Chief Justice, Sue Lawley, Ian Hislop, Norman Lamont, Sir David English (Chair of Associated Newspapers, which was the major shareholder of Euromoney Publications, Dominic Carman’s employers). Carman held another knees-up in 1998 at the Ritz, but a lot of people seemed to be unavailable, including Tom Bingham the Lord Chief Justice, David Frost, Elton John, Ian Hislop, Mo Mowlam, Imran Khan and his wife Jemima, Richard Branson and Jeffrey Archer. Those who did attend included  Dominic Lawson, Robin Day, Sue Cook, P.D. James, Freddie Forsythe, Lord Robert Alexander QC, Lord Gareth Williams, Lord Grabiner, Aidan Barclay and the Blairs, who dropped in on their way to Tuscany! Conrad Black turned up after the party had ended.

In 1998 Sir Ronnie Waterhouse had just finished taking evidence about the most appalling abuse of children in care in north Wales at the public inquiry which he was Chairing. A lot of people were very shocked at what witnessed said about their time in north Wales children’s homes in the 70s and 80s – it was far worse than anyone expected. A number of male  witnesses talked about being taken to Cheshire and London to be sexually abused by older men.

In 1993 George Carman purchased a house in Wimbledon and lived there until 1999. Wimbledon is just down the road from St George’s Hospital Medical School and is the preferred location for the residences of the senior staff of that institution. In 1999 Carman moved to another house in Wimbledon. He held a party there after winning the case for Al Fayed against Neil Hamilton.

Blair was not the only Prime Minister who had reason to be grateful to Carman. In April 1994 he acted for Thatcher in a copyright dispute involving her memoirs. In 1995 he was retained by John Major after the New Statesman published allegations about Clare Latimer. Major stopped the retention of Carman after the Observer published a comment about Carman offering free advice to Major – an apology to Carman was published and somehow John Major’s action was settled shortly afterwards.

Aspiring Prime Ministers sought Carman’s help as well. Portillo retained Carman with regard to the allegations of past homosexual activity on the part of Portillo – until Portillo decided to admit publicly that in the past he had participated in gay sex.

Very rich people whose funding is vital to Prime Ministers also beat a path to Carman’s door. In 1999 Carman advised Michael Ashcroft when he sued the Times after they published allegations of money laundering and drugs related crimes. Ashcroft met with Carman and that afternoon met with Murdoch after Jeff Randall acted as the broker to get them together. A deal was struck with a settlement. In the mid 1990s I knew someone who responded to the TV adverts that were being screened in Wales at the time urging people to report crime to Crimestoppers. This person reported the suspicious death of an elderly lady in one of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s ‘nursing homes’ and also reported one of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s ‘substance abuse patients’ who was openly seeling Class A drugs to schoolchildren in Bangor. No action was taken, so this person rang Crimestoppers again a few weeks later and repeated their allegations. They were told that Crimestoppers would not be taking any action because Crimestoppers were treating these calls as hoaxes.

Lord Michael Ashcroft funded and established Crimestoppers.

I suppose that it was inevitable that Jeffrey Archer crossed Carman’s path. In Oct 1999 Carman was retained by Eversheds to act for Archer in libel procedings against the Times. The matter was settled, an apology was issued and damages paid. In Dec 1999, new evidence emerged regarding a libel trial involving Archer and the Star twelve years previously. Carman was asked by Lovells – solicitors for Express Newspapers – to act against Archer in appealing the Star libel decision. Carman had been advising Archer eight weeks earlier. Carman held a conference at Lovells with David Pannick QC to discuss strategy. The civil action was abandoned in April 2000 when Archer faced criminal charges. Archer wrote to Carman in Oct 2000 regarding his impending trial for perjury and attempting to pervert the course of justice, requesting lunch with Carman in order to ‘discuss matters’.

Another crook of impressive proportions who had dealings wirth Carman was Robert Maxwell. Between 1990-91 Maxwell was a regular client of Carman’s. Carman almost got into charity work through Maxwell. Carman supported Shelter and Maxwell promised to run a Mirror campaign for the homeless but it never happened. Carman parted company  with Shelter soon afterwards stating that he was fed up of giving them money. Carman had been acting for Maxwell in a libel case against the BBC but Maxwell went overboard before the case was heard. After Maxwell’s death Kevin Maxwell took over the Maxwell Communication Group and Ian Maxwell took over the Mirror Group. There  was of course the matter of the missing £426 million fron two pension funds at the Mirror Group. In Jan 1992 Carman appeared for Kevin in front of the Commons Select Committee – John Jarvis QC appeared for Ian and the Chair of the Committee was Frank Field. David Pannick QC was a member of the Maxwell’s advisory team. Carman visited Kevin’s wife Pandora at home to chat with her about the deep shit that the Maxwells were in. However Carman declined to defend Kevin at his subsequent trial – Carman told Clare Dyer of the Gyardian that he didn’t want to be committed to a long legal aid defence. Carman was therefore in breach of Bar Council rules but who cares about that, the Maxwells had no dosh anymore…

In 1993 Carman represented Branson in a libel claim against British Airways and secured a settlement of £610k. The settlement was somehow leaked to the Sun and was a scoop for David Yelland, the then City editor. Five years later Murdoch made Yelland the editor. In 1998 Carman represented Branson again, in a libel case against Guy Snowden, a major lottery operator. The presiding judge was Justice Morland – who also presided over the trial of the two ten year olds who killed James Bulger – who had known Carman for 50 years. They had been contemporaries at Oxford and both worked on the Northern  Circuit.

In the late 1990s Al Fayed was a regular client of Carman’s – numerous cases of Al Fayed’s were settled out of court or dropped. In 1999 Carman represented Al Fayed against Neil Hamilton – Desmond Browne QC acted for Hamilton and Justice Morland presided. One of Al Fayed’s many accusations against Hamilton was that Hamilton had procured rent boys. Hamilton was the MP for the Cheshire constituency that bordered on Sir Peter Morrison constituency and Hamilton and his wife attended social functions with Morrison. Carman won that case. Prior to that in 1995 Hamilton had sued the Guardian for libel – Carman succeeded in getting the case stopped on a point of law. Hamilton enlisted the help of Thatcher who had the law changed in Hamilton’s favour.

Carman did of course advise members of the Royal Family – including Diana, Prince Michael of Kent and Sarah Ferguson.

In 2000 Carman dissolved New Court Chambers and joined Elizabeth Appleby QC in her chambers – Carman took the room vacated by Cherie Booth, who had left to form Matrix. The former joint head of the chambers Michael Beloff QC left shortly after Carman joined.

Not only did Carman have access to helpful Top Doctors for his work as a barrister but he had his very own helpful Top Doctor on tap for his own medical needs – Dr Annie Coxon, a Harley street physician and neurologist. Annie Coxon was always on hand to deal with Carman’s ‘crises’ – which were nearly always a result of Carman drinking so much that he needed medical attention. On one occasion he collapsed in Court as a result of intoxication and Coxon even set up a drip for him as she attended. Coxon was known to take calls from Carman regularly in the early hours of the morning, she made sure that she was always available. There seems to have been major discord between Coxon and the Top Doctors who treated Carman at the end of his life when he developed cancer. He was of course treated privately by other Harley Street Top Doctors at the London Clinic but they seemed to freeze Coxon out of his care and she was not happy about this.

Coxon was a Catholic but converted to Islam over twenty years ago. She was introduced to Islam by the mother of the Sultan of Oman who was one of her patients. She was also the personal doctor of Al Fayed. Coxon was also the doctor of Jade Goody and was most critical of the NHS after Goody’s death from cancer.

Carman died of cancer in Jan 2001. Before he died he was courted by many cancer charities – he settled on supporting the Cancer Research Campaign (CRCUK) after Prof Gordon McVie visited him at home. His memorial service was attended by a number of people including Cherie Blair and Jeremy Thorpe.

George Carman seems to have touched the lives of a great many people who were involved in concealing the North Wales Child Abuse Ring. Carman’s mycelia reached everywhere. I was particularly surprised to find out that Carman’s senior clerk in New Court Chambers Bill Conner – Carman’s right hand man after Carman moved to London – was a keen birder. Enthusiastic birders get to know each other and travel across the UK regularly – the wealthier ones travel internationally. I have mentioned that my group of friends whilst I was at university in the early/mid-80s were birders – our house on Anglesey was the centre of much Bangor Bird Group activity. In 1985 just before we were all due to leave north Wales, my closest friend at university and house mate was killed in a car crash. My friend’s former boyfriend, also a well-known birder, was left brain-damaged and paralysed. My friend knew all about the problems that I was having with the north Wales mental health services. She was killed when a TR7 crashed into her head on whilst it was travelling on her side of the road. The driver of the TR7 was unscathed except for a broken arm. There was no investigation into the crash. A few weeks later Dr DGE Wood, the corrupt GP whom I now know was working very hard to conceal the criminal activities in north Wales and who ran the Student Health Centre at Bangor University, had a huge row with me when once more I raised the question of the misconduct of his colleagues. He finished by yelling at me that there was nothing for me in north Wales anymore and that I ought to leave the area and forget about everything that had happened there. A few days after my friend’s death, Wood’s colleague, the nurse who worked in the Student Health Centre, took my friend’s file out of the records locker and wrote ‘DEAD’ across the front of it in front of me. I wonder whether that was supposed to have been some sort of warning.

Ooh, nearly forgot – Sir John Kay, the High Court judge who issued Gwynedd Social Services with an injunction against me on the basis of affidavits from two social workers who perjured themselves (one of whom had never met me and the other one who had met me at most on three occasions) was a judge on the Northern Circuit. I could not work out at the time why a bunch of crooked social workers from Caernarfon had gone all the way to Leeds High Court to seek out a judge.

Sir John Kay knew George Carman.

Nasty business, organised child sexual abuse.