Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute

Baroness Tessa Jowell, who famously stated that she would ‘jump under a bus’ for Tony Blair, died on 12 May but not as a result of jumping under a bus. When the news of Tessa’s death was announced, I was so busy researching for this blog that I didn’t have time to write a tribute to her, so here is my belated contribution.

 

Tessa Jane Helen Douglas Palmer was born at the Middlesex Hospital -the alma mater of Gwynne the lobotomist and many of those who concealed his crimes – to Top Doctor Kenneth Nelson Veysey Palmer, a physician and his wife, Rosemary, a radiographer.

Tessa was educated at the independent St Margaret’s School for Girls in Aberdeen, the University of Aberdeen (where she studied arts, psychology and sociology) and the University of Edinburgh (where she studied for an MA in Social Administration). Tessa became a social worker, initially working in the Craigmillar area of Edinburgh and then as a childcare officer in Lambeth, when a paedophile ring was operating within Lambeth Borough Council’s children’s homes. Children were abused in the children’s homes of Lambeth and were also sent on placement to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused. Complaints were ignored. Social workers in Lambeth had links with paedophiles working in other areas of the UK including in north Wales.

Tessa then trained at Goldsmith’s College as a psychiatric social worker. One of the social work academics at Goldsmith’s was involved in doing as much as possible to clear Hillingdon local authority, the NSPCC, the NHS and the police for the catastrophic cock-ups which led to the death of Heidi Koseda in 1984, the circumstances of which were never adequately explained once Heidi’s mother had been banged up in a high security hospital after suddenly going completely mad as the enormity of the disaster was revealed.

Tessa subsequently worked at the Maudsley. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) trained at the Maudsley before they worked in north Wales and facilitated the sex trafficking ring there. Tessa was at the Maudsley at about the same time as Tony Francis. Tessa was taught by the Maudsley staff who protected Dafydd and Francis for many years. The Maudsley also concealed paedophile gangs operating in London, in addition to concealing the abuse of children and other vulnerable people by powerful figures who were socially connected to the Top Docs of the Maudsley.

The Maudsley and Dafydd also facilitated the selling and distribution of class A drugs, being assisted in this by Bing Spear, a corrupt mandarin who was for many years until 1986 the most senior Inspector in the Home Office’s Drugs Branch.

Tessa later became Assistant Director of the MIND, a charity in which Dafydd had been a leading light and who in return provided Dafydd with years of faithful service in terms of colluding with the criminality of he and his colleagues. Not that MIND hid its light under a bushel – whilst Tessa was Assistant Director, MIND had links to paedophiles’ rights groups and had held a conference at which the joys of paedophilia was discussed. As a matter of routine MIND remained silent about the abuse of mental health patients by the mental health services, which was and still is rampant.  

Tessa was elected to represent Swiss Cottage on Camden London Borough Council in the early 1970s and became Chair of the Camden Borough Council’s Social Services Committee at the age of 25, which suggests that she did not have the experience needed to do that job properly. At the time Camden Borough Council was concealing the abuse and trafficking of children and mental health patients.

Tessa was elected as MP for Dulwich at the 1992 General Election. One of my friends was a Labour Party activist and agreed to assist with Tessa’s campaign. This friend had just won an unfair dismissal case against the Royal Television Society. She had wanted to make a documentary about what had happened to me in north Wales. She had no idea that Tessa had been involved with the Lambeth and Maudsley branches of the same gang. My friend told me the other day that she felt that the campaign was farcical because Tessa and her supporters were all so posh that it resulted in loudspeakers with very upper class noises emanating from them saying ‘Vote For Tessa Jowell, Vote Labour’.

The same friend cancelled her Labour Party membership in 1997 after Blair invited Thatch to tea and then cut single parents benefits.

‘Vote for Tessa Jowell, Vote Labour, Alienate Your Activists.’

Tessa was successively appointed as an Opposition Spokesperson on Health, an Opposition Whip and Spokesperson on Women, before returning to the Shadow Heath Team in 1996. Throughout this time, the Labour Party – led by John Smith, Margaret Beckett and Blair – concealed the organised abuse of children and mental health patients, including female ones. In 1993 John Smith appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Neither Tessa nor anyone else questioned whether that was a suitable appointment for a man who, before he entered the Commons, had been an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority while the Education Authority concealed the sexual assaults on pupils committed by drama teacher John Owen.

Tessa was appointed as Minister of State in the Dept of Health after the 1997 Labour landslide. Er – guess what Tessa concealed whilst in that post? Tessa remained in that role until 1999. During Tessa’s time in the DoH, the Waterhouse Inquiry heard evidence of the most dreadful abuse of children in care in north Wales over the previous 20 years. A number of the witnesses were mental health patients.

Tessa moved, again as Minister of State, to the Dept of Education and Employment in 1999. Schools – especially for ‘difficult’ children – were often the sites of abuse, particularly in north Wales. Don’t ever remember Tessa making much of this.

Tessa was appointed Secretary of State at the Department for Culture, Media and Sport after the 2001 General Election, replacing the sacked Chris Smith, an Islington MP who remained silent about the trafficking of children in the care of Islington Council. Chris Smith received much praise from colleagues when he bravely came out as gay and even more praise from them when he bravely came out as being HIV positive. Tessa remained diplomatic and the question ‘Chris, did you ever have sex with any of those numerous young male prostitutes in London who were trafficked into sex work when they were kids in care and who then contracted HIV?’ never passed her lips.

In 2004, Tessa faced resistance to proposals for a series of ‘super casinos’, to be sanctioned as part of the Gambling Act 2005 which liberalised Britain’s gaming laws. In the run up to the Bill, Jowell dismissed much of the criticism as being elitist, commenting that ‘opponents of the Government’s gambling reforms are snobs who want to deny ordinary people the right to bet’.

There may well have been a degree of snobbery involved, but the people that I knew who were horrified at Tessa’s grand plans were worried about gambling addicts sitting in gambling dens while ruthless organisations gobbled up thousands of pounds of punters’ dosh by the hour. Other people expressed concerns about the involvement of organised criminals in the gambling industry and one person I knew stated that she was worried that brothels would spring up near the super casinos.

I’m glad to say that not everyone with a gambling problem took up residence in a casino, despite Tessa’s encouragement. Many of them are gambling away online losing thousands of pounds in the comfort of their own homes at least until they lose those homes, or are just pushing the boat out on the scratchcards and lottos. It has all served to make Tessa’s fellow peer Benjamin Mancroft a great deal of money.

In March 2005, Jowell announced a new governance system for the BBC, ie. the BBC Trust, to replace the long-established Board of Governors. The Trust was introduced in 2007 but in 2012 was shown to be ‘not fit for purpose’, leading to the resignation of the Director General. As I remember, that resignation had something to do with TV exposes involving a man called Jimmy Savile and the en masse abuse of kids in care in north Wales for years which was covered-up by the Waterhouse Inquiry. Tessa obviously kept quiet about it all at the time to avoid an explosion at the BBC.

In PM Gordon Brown’s reshuffle in June 2007, Tessa was demoted from her position as Secretary of State, but retained her Olympics portfolio. Holding the 2012 Olympics in London was Tessa’s idea and she ended up as the Minister with responsibility for the 2012 Olympics.

In the 2012 Birthday Honours, Tessa became Dame Tessa, in particular for her contribution to delivering the London 2012 Olympics.

There were a great many cock-ups involved in the 2012 Olympics, as well as a vast over-spend. G4S was contracted to provide security and they didn’t, which resulted in more than 1400 troops being deployed to do the job. G4S were however still paid an enormous sum of money for providing security.

The opening ceremony at the Olympics was scripted by Danny Boyle and featured actresses dressed up as archaic nurses bouncing around on vintage beds ‘in tribute’ to the national treasure which is the NHS. Danny Boyle was a student at UCNW (Bangor University) in the 1970s when many of the people facilitating the sex trafficking gang in north Wales worked at UCNW, including clinical psychologists who worked for the NHS as well as for UCNW. Danny’s script did not include Jimmy Savile jumping up and down on a vintage bed, although it was known at the time by many people employed at all levels in the NHS that Savile had sexually assaulted scores of NHS patients whilst carrying out ‘voluntary work’ in NHS hospitals.

Tessa set up the Sure Start programme, stating that ‘I am very proud of setting up Sure Start because the first three years of a child’s life are absolutely critical in determining the chances they have subsequently.’

All analyses of Sure Start showed that although mothers enjoyed the social opportunities that it provided, the programme had no measurable positive effect on any of the outcomes assessed in children who participated. There were also allegations that Sure Start was being hijacked by parents rather more privileged than those for whom it was designed who used it as a socialising and networking opportunity.

In north Wales some ‘disadvantaged single parents’ who enrolled on Sure Start were encouraged to apply for places to train as social workers. At least one of them became a mental health social worker, but felt unable to challenge the abuse of patients that she witnessed because her partner’s history as a drug user was known to the ‘services’ and she knew that this would be used against both of them if she blew the whistle on the misconduct which was endemic. Things became particularly difficult for her when he was admitted to the Hergest Unit in Bangor, which served the patch on which she worked as a social worker. It was completely unacceptable in terms of their confidentiality but she didn’t dare say a word.

Well there’s a novel way that a gang of sex traffickers found to access a source of tame social workers who would be complicit with the abuse of clients.

In May 2015, Tessa launched her campaign to be selected as the Labour Party’s official candidate in the 2016 election for Mayor of London. She reassured everyone that she would win and implied that Sadiq Khan was making a complete idiot of himself by standing against her, as she banged on about her years of Gov’t experience. The broadsheets assisted by publishing numerous ‘profiles’ of Tessa – which were accompanied by photos of her dressed in Barbara Follettesque ‘power suits’ with that patronising social worker’s ‘I know what is best for you’ smile of Tessa’s across her mug – stressing that Tessa was a dead cert to become Mayor.

Tessa’s husband’s daughter from his first marriage, Ellen Mills, is the editorial director of ‘The Sunday Times’ and Chair of Wimmin In Journalism.

On the day of the count, Tessa was filmed waving and grinning at the TV cameras, stressing how much she was looking forward to hearing the results. I was delighted to see Sadiq Khan win and Tessa leave the room at top speed crying. She did manage to say to a journo that she was leaving because this was Sadiq’s day. Thank goodness for that, I’m not Sadiq’s biggest fan, but the spectre of the smug, stupid former people trafficker presiding over London for the next few years would have been dreadful.

In 2015 Tessa became a peer.

Margaret Hodge is a Strong Woman in the Labour Party who is both a Dame and a Lady, which is almost as good as being both a Dame and a Baroness. Like Baroness Dame Tessa, Dame Lady Margaret also spent many years ignoring, concealing and colluding with a vicious paedophile ring.

In January 2018, Tessa received a standing ovation in the Lords for a speech explaining how she came to be diagnosed with an extremely lethal form of brain cancer. As a result of developing a brain tumour, Tessa became Brave and Inspirational, whereas before she had been merely Passionate and Committed.

Tessa expressed some interesting ideas for research into and treatment of brain cancer. She announced her desire to for ‘adaptive trials’, whereby patients could try one treatment and if it didn’t work after a few weeks, they could try another. Such an approach was fine when one used to be in Woolworths at the Pick n Mix counter, but it isn’t suitable for brain tumours. By definition a course of treatment for cancer takes quite a long while to effect improvement if indeed it works at all. Furthermore the point of an aggressive inoperable tumour is that it grows very fast and kills you quite quickly. As Tessa found out. However Tessa did have the decency to practice what she preached and a few weeks before she died she  appeared in public wearing a magic skull cap that was allegedly sending electrical impulses into her tumour. I mentioned on this blog at the time that this was not going to be an effective treatment.

Unfortunately funding for medical research is frequently dished out on the basis of Inspirational People and to whichever team has managed to fabricate results accompanied by a scientific sounding explanation which will impress a politician with no knowledge of medical sciences. To Tessa, Harriet or Cherie, the phrase ‘we have developed a new way of disrupting the DNA of cancerous cells which can be tailored to the individual’s genetic make up and this will be in the clinic within three years’ sounds rather like the sort of thing that one of those women whom they meet at the Clinique counter – who wear white coats to give the impression that they are in possession of pharmaceutical knowledge – say when they spout rubbish about their skin care products reversing the ageing of one’s DNA. I used to challenge them by saying things like ‘DNA doesn’t work like that’, but it wasn’t very satisfying because they were thick enough to believe the sales patter themselves and just treated me as though I was insane.

The reason why Tessa et al are extra-vulnerable in the hands of Top Docs is that some Top Docs believe sales patter themselves. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, a female gynaecologist absolutely assured me that if one shaves one’s legs the hairs come back bigger and blacker than ever. This is a myth which has been propagated by Cosmo magazine, it is not true. Shaving ones legs cuts the top of the hairs off – the characteristics of the hair are determined by the root follicle. Unless the root follicle is disrupted that hair is not going to change in colour or thickness or its rate of growth. Legs which have been shaved feel stubbly because when the hairs grow back one is feeling the hairs which have been cut with the razor, so the tips of the hair feels sharp. The hair has not come back bigger, blacker or thicker. I would encourage anyone who doesn’t believe me to use a microscope and see for themselves. I pointed this out to the Top Doc and she commented that yes that must be right, she’d never thought of it before.

As Brown observed, this Top Doc will have learnt all about root follicles years ago but she was not translating what she had learnt into practice, which is worrying. She was appointed as a consultant shortly after I had the conversation re leg hairs with her. She was also one of the better Top Docs at St George’s. She was keen on the idea of diets and hairless legs but she wasn’t a crazed nutter who hated her patients and fabricated her data.

No wonder Tessa believed that the pulsating skull cap possessed miraculous properties.

Hours after Tessa’s death, the Gov’t announced that it would be giving £65 million to the Tessa Jowell Brain Cancer Research Mission. Someone in the Labour Party suggested yesterday that in tribute to Tessa, Sure Start should be resurrected. There really is nothing like investing millions on things that one knows will be completely ineffective because an Inspirational Woman has died. If Sure Start does rise again, at least there will be a continuous supply of vulnerable young woman to train as social workers who can be silently blackmailed because their senior colleagues have knowledge of their personal problems. It’s just what Tessa would have wanted.

 

Tessa’s husband David Mills is an international corporate lawyer who has acted for Silvio Berlusconi, the former Italian PM with Mafia connections. Berlusconi’s wife accused him of child abuse on account of his sexual activities with a ‘dancer’ known as Ruby The Heart Stealer, who transpired to be rather younger than everyone was led to believe when Silvio first dallied with her at the Bunga Bunga parties. Mills was investigated in Italy for money laundering and alleged tax fraud. 

Tessa was investigated by the Cabinet Secretary Gus O’Donnell over the allegations surrounding her husband, because of a possible conflict of interest between her personal life and ministerial duties. O’Donnell stated that, ‘it is the Prime Minister, not me, who, constitutionally, is the right and proper person to take a view on matters arising based on the Ministerial Code’ in his letter. Blair decided that Tessa was ‘not in breach’ of the Ministers’ code of conduct. On 4 March 2006, it was announced that Tessa and Mills had separated, after the allegations had begun to damage her political standing. Tessa said ‘although we are separated I have never doubted his innocence’.

Scepticism that Tessa was unaware of the details of her husband’s dealings with Berlusconi led to a ‘Private Eye’ front cover of her with a speech bubble saying: ‘I have never met my husband’. It was shortly after that was published that Tessa announced her marriage break-up.

On 17 Feb 2009, an Italian court sentenced Mills to four years and six months in jail after finding him guilty of accepting a bribe from Berlusconi to give false evidence on his behalf during corruption trials which had taken place in 1997 and 1998. The judgement was appealed by Mills. On 27 Oct 2009, the Italian Appeal Court upheld his conviction and prison sentence. Mills confirmed that he would initiate a second and final appeal to the Cassation Court. On 25 Feb 2010, the Italian Cassation Court (the second and last court of appeal under Italian law) dissolved the case because of the statute of limitations. For this type of crime, in Italian law, a case expires after 10 years. Mills argued that he received the bribe in 1999, and not 2000 as Prosecutors had previously argued, thus taking advantage of the statute of limitations.

Tessa’s rift with David Mills after he landed in the slurry pit was soon healed. Within weeks of announcing that they were parting, they were seen holding hands at a venue where they did not expect the media to be present. They then repaired whatever had gone wrong in their relationship – presumably ‘David being prosecuted for bribery in connection with a man with Mafia connections’ – and were soon back together. Tessa was delighted, as she subsequently explained in an interview on ‘Woman’s Hour’.

I am just left wondering why a woman who spent so much of her career ignoring, concealing or colluding with serious organised crime ever so much as raised an eyebrow when it was revealed that her husband accepted a bribe from someone whose business interests were linked to the Mafia.

In 2004 Cherie and Blair holidayed with Silvio Berlusconi at his residence in Sardinia. Whether Blair and Cherie took part in a Bunga Bunga party was not revealed. Silvio doesn’t even pretend to be a Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy, he’s a lecherous old crook who has sex with underaged girls at orgies and doesn’t give a damn who knows it.

 

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After Tessa croaked, there was a mass outpouring of emotion accompanied by the unpeeling of onions.

Tony Blair said that Tessa left an ‘enormous’ legacy as ‘everything she touched turned to gold in some way’. Of course it did, she was a mate of Silvio with Mafia connections.

 

Simon Stevens, the Chief Executive of NHS England, said that Tessa was a ‘remarkable woman’ – Dafydd once said that about me after his threats hadn’t worked and when he was trying to bribe me into dropping my complaint about him –  who had sounded a ‘national call to arms’ about the need to spend more on researching the causes of brain cancer. ‘She leaves a deep legacy with the potential to benefit many thousands of other cancer patients long into the future,’ Stevens said. Not in the face of this much fuckwittery and research fraud she doesn’t.

Tributes to the Inspirational Sex Trafficker poured out of all the orifices of the usual suspects, including Alistair Campbell, who is a MIND Ambassador and Diane Abbott, who worked as the PR and Press Officer for Lambeth Borough Council when those kids were being abused and trafficked.

Sarah Lindsell, CEO of The Brain Tumour Charity, said that the charity had started working with the ‘wonderful ambassador’ Tessa towards the end of last year and praised Tessa’s campaigning for cancer patients.
 David Jenkinson is the Chief Scientific Officer for The Brain Tumour Charity. He began his career with CR-UK, an organisation which was involved in a research fraud that, after it was exposed, resulted in the suicide of one of the researchers. One member of the team was a former colleague of Tony Francis’s.

Sir Martin Narey is Chair of the Trustees of The Brain Tumour Charity. Narey has worked for the NHS, was Director General of the Prison Service, Chief Exec of National Offender Management Service and Director of Barnardo’s. A record of outstanding service for a paedophiles’ friend.

Other Trustees are an assortment of paedophiles friends, ex NHS staff, a former member of staff at Great Ormond Street Hospital, Michael Heseltine’s former Assistant Private Secretary, a former investment banker who is now involved with the private health industry and an ex Goldman Sachs big wig who is going ski-ing in the Swiss Alps to Raise Money For Charity.

As a privileged, indulged, unprincipled, money grubbing, vacuous gangster’s friend who did so much damage to so many people, Tessa was clearly just the right choice as ambassador for The Brain Tumour Charity.

 

Here’s a photo of Tessa looking as rough as one of the poor sods who’s lives she ruined whilst she was a psychiatric social worker – although Tessa is wearing more expensive clothes and is in possession of more expensive teeth than your average service user:

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Anyone up for being unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in a dungeon in an asylum in the middle of a range of hills in north Wales because a deranged old bugger who trained at the Maudsley wants to have sex with them and then traffick them into sex work? Bring those bodies up from the grounds of the North Wales Hospital and then we’ll see exactly what Tessa’s contribution to the world was.

The Old Devils

Every time that I think that I must have exhausted my blogging potential in terms of uncovering people who played key roles in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, I discover a few more.

One man who knew Dafydd et al well was Dr Jim Higgins. Higgins was a forensic psychiatrist who graduated from Glasgow University in 1967 and also passed through Birmingham University, presumably for postgraduate training. So Higgins will have known Dafydd’s mate and protector, Professor Robert Bluglass. Higgins worked as a consultant forensic psychiatrist in Mersey Regional Forensic Psychiatry Service from 1975 until he retired from clinical practice in 1999. So Higgins was in post throughout the years in which victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were banged up in Moss Side, Park Lane and Ashworth Hospitals. Higgins will have known all about the sexual assaults and beatings at Ashworth, as well as the children who were taken into the hospital to be sexually abused and the murders of patients. He will have known that whilst the Top Doctors fitted up innocent people and locked them up indefinitely, the Angels – who were members of the POA – were involved in National Front activity and were at war with the Top Docs and clinical psychologists and that car tyres were being slashed and death threats sent. See my post ‘Security, Security’ for details of the joys of Moss Side, Park Lane and Ashworth.

Not that Higgins was finished in 1999 when he retired. He continued to work as a forensic psychiatry adviser to Secure Psychiatric Services Commissioning. Jim Higgins had a ‘longstanding interest in postgraduate medical education’. He was regional speciality adviser for many years, Chairman of STEC (Psychiatry) and joint founder of the regional rotational training scheme for junior doctors in psychiatry. Higgins held numerous posts in the Royal College of Psychiatrists, including that of sub-dean. In the late 1980s Higgins became Associate Postgraduate Dean with particular responsibility for SHOs in all specialities.He was responsible for the assessment and appraisal of SHOs and their posts.

Who better to lead the training of junior doctors than someone who kept quiet about patients being beaten to death by Angels?

Jim Higgins was also involved in the Deanery processes to assist ‘Doctors in Difficulty’ – doctors such as Dafydd perhaps, who had been caught with their trousers down (or indeed with their trousers off) and who suddenly found that they were suffering from a medical condition that explained every bit of their misconduct.

Jim Higgins contributed a chapter to the 1984 volume ‘Mentally Abnormal Offenders’, edited by Michael Craft and Ann Craft. The book had forewords by Robyn David and Dafydd’s old mate and umbrella Professor Kenneth Rawnsley from Cardiff University (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’).

 

Dr Michael Craft was a Top Doctor who specialised in the psychiatry of the mentally handicapped – the most vulnerable patient group that there is. Craft died in 2004. An obituary written by Dr Julian Boulnois described Craft as ‘an eccentric capable of both whimsy and of injecting a certain amount of naughtiness into debate, particularly if the going was getting tough’. Craft initially trained at Guy’s Hospital Medical School, then trained in neurology at Edinburgh and according to Boulnois ‘his colleagues would have considered him absolutely crazy, potty, nuts for wasting his qualifications, for psychiatry at that time was considered a place in medicine where graduates who could not hack it in main stream medicine would be able to work out their time in some back water or other’.

Which is why vile nutters like Dafydd and Gwynne were allowed to spend decades illegally imprisoning anyone who had crossed their path in a dungeon, lobotomising them and lying on oath if necessary. Being the dregs of the medical profession, it obviously made sense to give Dafydd and Gwynne complete power over distressed people and never to investigate serious complaints about them.

Craft did of course ‘train’ at the Maudsley, just like Dafydd, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and most of those who concealed their crimes. Although Boulnois was clearly under no illusions about the calibre of people entering psychiatry, he nonetheless described the Maudsley an ‘another centre of excellence in the world of medicine’. For details of the excellence of some of those to be found at the Maudsley who did Dafydd et al so many favours, see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’.

Craft chose to ‘care for the mentally handicapped with interests beyond into the area of juvenile delinquency and psychopathy’. So none of his patients were going to be listened to if they raised concerns about the eccentric, whimsical, naughty Dr Craft.

Boulnois reassures readers that there would be no Harley Street practice for Michael Craft – that will have been because the mentally handicapped and juvenile delinquents would not have had the money to buy the services of Michael Craft and would probably never have chosen to see him anyway, so he worked for the NHS and sectioned them. Craft’s obituary intriguingly mentions that he ‘was no stranger to controversy, particularly during his time in Wales’.

We are not told by Craft’s obituarist exactly what it was that Dr Craft did in Wales that was so controversial or indeed in which part of Wales that he did it. Craft went to Queensland in 1983 but we are not told why – Craft’s obituary suggests that he was living in Australia when he died.

Michael Craft’s co-editor of ‘Mentally Abnormal Offenders’ was his wife Ann. Ann Craft died in 1997 and the Indie published an obituary for her written by Ann’s colleague Hilary Brown.

 

Ann Craft was born Ann Burkimsher in Aldershot, Hampshire, where she was educated, although she was in Egypt for a short while ‘which gave her a taste for travel and a certain air of indomitability’. Ann worked abroad for the World Council of Churches for a time in her 20s but later studied at Swansea University. She qualified as a social worker in the early 1970s. Ann Craft then worked at Bryn-y-Neuadd Hospital, Llanfairfechan, Gwynedd, ‘where she began to articulate the needs of residents for sex education and support in their relationships’.

Bryn-y-Neuadd was a version of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for the learning disabled and it was grim. It was still grim in the 1990s as it was wound down before closure but it was seriously grim in the 1970s. It was run by the same bunch of gangsters and paedophiles’ friends that the rest of the NHS in north Wales was. One of those responsible for Bryn-y-Neuadd was Cledwyn Williams, who sits on the Board of Dafydd’s charity CAIS. Other senior managers for the mental handicap service – as it was called then – were named in the Waterhouse Report. There was absolutely no way that the residents of Bryn-y-Neuadd were having their ‘needs’ in terms of ‘sex education and support in their relationships’ articulated by anyone. I knew people with learning disabled adult children who were doing everything that they could to keep them out of the clutches of Bryn-y-Neuadd.

Ann Craft ‘believed passionately that service users deserved to be given the information they needed to make sense of their own lives and personal options.’

If Ann wasn’t dead she might have been able to explain why, when I applied for a job as an advocate for the residents of Bryn-y-Neuadd in 1991, I was told by one of the senior managers that many of the patients were ‘cabbages’ and ‘vegetables’. At my interview. The people running that place were so bad that they did not know how bad they were.

Now what sort of ‘sex education’ do readers think that the cabbages might have been receiving from those who were running a sex trafficking gang?

Like Dafydd, Ann found support from the highest levels in her quest to give the cabbages a bit of sex education. Ann’s work was funded by the Health Education Council, who paid her to ‘develop sex education programmes which are still widely used’.

 

I think that I might have met someone who was using one of Ann’s sex education programmes in about 2002. I was lodging with a lady and her young adult learning disabled daughter in a village near Caernarfon when I was told by the young woman that a particularly unsavoury neighbour had told her mum that the young woman needed sex education lessons and he was the one to do it. This man was an alcoholic and his wife had stolen from the home of the young woman and her mum – the alkie and his wife had also been doing the shopping for the vulnerable mother and daughter but forgot to hand the change over. I was sufficiently concerned about the prospect of the sex education lessons – particularly as the young woman had told me that the potential sex educator was a ‘mochyn dwrg’ (Welsh for ‘bad pig’) and that she hated him – to challenge the sex educator and his wife. The lady and her daughter with whom I was lodging were both clients of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. After I challenged the Mochyn Drwg and his wife, they rang the Arfon Team – who had only months previously forced out of my teaching job (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). The Arfon team then contacted the aunties of the young woman and told them that a dangerous psychiatric patient had moved into the house with their niece.

Yes, a case conference was held – not because of the Mochyn Drwg’s intentions towards the young woman, but because of the ‘risk’ that I presented to her. I discovered that the ring leader was a particularly poisonous social worker called Julie Evans. I did not know who Julie Evans was, but she managed to tell half of Caernarfon that I was a ‘danger to kids’. Dear old Julie was finally sacked some years later for the serious neglect of clients. So Julie then found herself a job in a GP’s surgery as a counsellor.

At the case conference, the young woman repeated very clearly that she liked me but was frightened of the Mochyn Drwg. The Hergest whistleblower attended the case conference and reminded everyone that there had been  no allegations at all of any wrongdoing on my part. The Arfon Team then told the lady and her daughter that they would not receive any ‘services’ as long as I lived at their house.

The young woman had been the subject of an untoward sexual incident previously. When she had been a patient in the Hergest Unit.

Some months later, the Mochyn Drwg’s wife and daughter appeared in the local paper. There was a grade A row because the Mochyn Drwg’s wife and daughter had accused the ex-husband of the Mochyn Drwg’s wife of molesting his daughter years previously. As a result he had been forced out of his home by vigilante action. His side of the story was that his ex-wife and daughter were unscrupulous and had made false allegations against him as well as other people.

So imagine my surprise when some years later, the Mochyn Drwg’s wife appeared once more in the ‘Daily Post’, this time as headline news. She was telling a tale of a medical miracle which had taken place at Ysbyty Gwynedd. The Mochyn Drwg’s wife had experienced heart failure and had been brought back to life at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Not just once but many, many times. She lay on the floor and a heroic cardiologist put the jump leads on her chest and again and again she was resurrected, Lazarus-like, as she repeatedly died. The whole scene had been witnessed by her daughter, who told the ‘Daily Post’ of the gruesome scene with was accompanied by screams ringing out through the hospital. The cardiologist’s heroics were such that he had even presented the case of the Mochyn Drwg’s wife at a conference in Manchester.

This well-publicised miracle happened at a most convenient time for the cardiology dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd, because they were in a spot of trouble after the death of Professor Duncan Tanner that had occurred there just a few weeks previously. Duncan Tanner was an historian at Bangor University who had undergone heart surgery in Manchester. Duncan survived the surgery undertaken at Manchester that was considered to be risky and had been booked into Ysbyty Gwynedd for an entirely routine, low risk procedure. He died in Ysbyty Gwynedd and no-one was able to explain why. Duncan was 51 yrs old.

Bangor University were pole-axed by Duncan’s death because he was one of the most senior members of staff and was helping to run the place. The senior management of Bangor University didn’t have much luck at the hands of the NHS – Duncan’s colleague, the VC – another historian – had lost his wife not that long before Duncan’s death. The VC’s wife failed to survive treatment for a brain tumour at the Walton Centre in Liverpool. That’s the Walton Centre that was run by the paedophiles’ friends, who managed to successfully treat another member of staff at Bangor University who had a brain tumour at pretty much the same time as the VC’s wife. Who was the member of staff who made a full recovery? She was a lecturer in social work who had previously worked as a social worker in north Wales and was a colleague of the paedophiles. Her husband was also a social worker in north Wales who was a colleague of the paedophiles. They were both good friends of the legendary crooked Councillors of Anglesey County Council.

It is of course possible that the VC’s wife was unlucky and had a tumour with a poor prognosis and that for some inexplicable reason Duncan died as a result of a routine very low risk procedure. But when the NHS is run by those who ran a paedophile ring and had interests in serious organised crime, one cannot believe anything that is said by Top Doctors. One can also see for oneself that the paedophiles’ colleagues and friends have rather better experiences and outcomes at the hands of the NHS than those who have challenged Dafydd and the gang or are closely associated with anyone who has.

So perhaps the Mochyn Drwg and his wife, Ann and Dave, of Waunfawr, Caernarfon, would like to come forward and give us the lowdown on the sex education that Dave had planned for his young neighbour as well as the reason behind that dreadful publicity concerning Ann’s ex-husband and give us some solid clinical evidence to back up that ludicrous story about Ann returning from the dead repeatedly when the cardiologists at Ysbyty Gwynedd were in need of good PR after Duncan died at their hands for no good reason.

Well Dave, were you using Ann Craft’s sex education programme for the vulnerable, as developed by the sex trafficking gang in the 1970s? Or had you updated and adapted it yourself?

 

Ann and Dave were not the only people who were impressed by Ann Craft’s pedagogic skills. After that ground-breaking work with the paedophile gang in north Wales, in 1987 Ann was given a research post at Nottingham University. She was appointed to a lecturing post the following year and in 1996 became a Reader in Learning Disabilities in 1996, conducting work with Caroline Downes on ‘the sexuality needs of people with profound learning disabilities’. Ann died in 1997 – presumably she wasn’t within spitting distance of any Top Docs from Ysbyty Gwynedd who had experience in raising the deceased.

Gwynne the lobotomist died towards the end of 1986. Nottingham University found a home for Ann in 1987 – the year in which Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Medical School, was released from prison on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane. Lane likened Brooke’s vast collection of child porn to a collection of cigarette cards. My granny used to collect the cards that used to be given away free in the PG tips boxes – she even went to the trouble of sticking them in the special little books that were provided. I should have suggested that she had a go with child porn.

Oliver Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

In Jan 1987 Alison Taylor contacted Margaret Thatcher and told her that she had witnessed abuse of children in care in north Wales – in Nov 1987 Alison was sacked by Gwynedd County Council. By 1987 Mary Wynch had begun legal action against Dafydd, Risley Remand Centre and Clwyd Health Authority after gaining permission to go ahead from Lord Donaldson, the Master of the Rolls  (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). During the early months of 1987, I made representation about the serious criminality of Dafydd et al to the Mental Health Act Commission and to the relevant NHS authorities.

The paedophile ring of which Brooke was a member of in south London had contacts with Dafydd and the gang in north Wales (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

In June 1987, Rhodri Morgan was elected as Labour MP for Cardiff West, George Thomas’s former constituency. Rhodri Morgan’s father was an academic who held very senior posts in Swansea University and the University of Wales. Rhodri’s wife Julie was a social worker.

In 1987 the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal occurred, which provided a very useful distraction to the concerns being raised by Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and me (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

In Feb 1988, the year in which Nottingham University raised Ann Craft to the position of lecturer, Alison Taylor wrote to the Health Minister Tony Newton and described a brutal assault that she had witnessed.

During the months of May-June 1988, the allegations which led to the Nottingham Satanic Abuse Scandal began to emerge.

July 1988 saw the publication of the Report written by Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss that concealed the Cleveland Scandal. There were links between the gang in the north east of England and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). In 1988 I was working at the University of Surrey for the Cancer Research Campaign and unbeknown to me, my colleagues were busy with Dr Tony Francis’s former colleague Dr Peter Mcguire and also stole my data which was given to Professor Nicola Curtin, at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School who published it under her own name (see posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

In 1989, Ann Craft, along with Hilary Brown, convened the first national conference on the sexual abuse of adults with learning disabilities. Brown tells us in Ann’s obituary that there was ‘much work to do to ensure that the odds that such abuse would occur was lowered’ and ‘to support and protect people who had been abused’.

In the summer of 1989 Professor Robert Owen, Professor Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry concealed serious criminality on the part of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services, Gwynedd Health Authority, Clwyd Health Authority and the North Wales Police whilst ‘investigating’ my complaint (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

In June 1989 Yorkshire Television approached Alison Taylor regarding a documentary about the abuse of kids in north Wales and filmed her extensively in Sept 1989.

In 1989 Gwynedd Health Authority tried to obtain a High Court injunction against me preventing me from even writing to them in my attempts to pursue my complaint as well as preventing me from entering any of their premises. They also held a case conference, along with Gwynedd Social Services, without my knowledge, led by a man of whom I had never even heard, which concluded by declaring me to be very dangerous and in need of banging up in a secure hospital (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

 

In 1992 – mid-way through the police investigation into the possibility of a ‘VIP’ paedophile ring in Cheshire and north Wales – Ann Craft established and became the Director of NAPSAC – the National Association for the Protection from Sexual Abuse of Adults and Children with Learning Disabilities. NAPSAC was an organisation within Nottingham University.

Hilary Brown explained that Ann Craft became ‘a regional authority’ on the sexual abuse of adults with learning disabilities. Ann certainly knew a great deal about such matters. She was consulted by the DoH, the Association of Directors of Social Services, ACPO and the All Party Parliamentary Group on Sexual Abuse and Learning Disabilities.

Ann Craft was the first social worker to be admitted to the Royal College of Medicine’s learning disabilities committee in 1993. I bet they loved her, she probably came with a personal recommendation from Dafydd. In 1993 the North Wales Police announced that they had found no evidence of a paedophile ring.

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies was appointed as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales.

 

In 1996, Ann was asked to convene a ‘sexuality group’ for the International Association for the Scientific Study of Intellectual Disability. Of course she was, that was the year in which the Jillings Report was submitted to Clwyd County Council and was immediately completely suppressed on the advice of Cherie and Tony’s mate Michael Beloff QC (see post ‘The Banality of Evil’) and in which William Hague subsequently announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. There was havoc in north Wales.

Practitioners ‘flocked’ to Ann’s workshops – she worked and spoke in Hong Kong, Japan, Belgium, Australia, America, Italy, Iceland and Israel.

NAPSAC was the ‘leading organisation for promoting sexuality and independence and created a new way of thinking for practitioners and organisations around the needs of the people they supported. NAPSAC introduced sex education and safeguarding policies for services across Nottinghamshire and nationally became a champion for the rights of people with learning disabilities’.

In 1997, Pam Cooke was appointed Director of NAPSAC. In 1998 NAPSAC was relaunched as the Ann Craft Trust (ACT) in recognition of ‘the enormous impact of Dr Ann Craft’s work in the field and to reflect the broadening of ACT’s remit to include safeguarding from all types of abuse’.

Pam developed ACT to become ‘nationally renowned as a safeguarding expert and an advocate for equality and the rights of children with disabilities and adults at risk’.

Throughout 1997, the former residents of children’s homes in north Wales were called liars as they told the Waterhouse Inquiry how they had been starved, gang-raped, beaten and injured whilst in care.

In 1997 the mental health services in north Wales went to great lengths to frame me and another patient in order to have us imprisoned (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’).

 

The Ann Craft Trust works ‘to minimise the risk of abuse of disabled children and adults at risk’. It has worked with the Gov’ts Forced Marriage Unit, the Dept of Health and others on forced marriage, child sexual exploitation, domestic abuse, financial abuse and disability hate crime. The ACT ran a whistleblowing project.

 

Deborah Kitson is currently the CEO of ACT. Between 1977-1992, Deborah worked as a social worker with children and adults with learning disabilities, then for Nottinghamshire Social Services and Health Authority as Implementation Officer where she assisted in the production of guidelines and their implementation and revision. Deborah was also a consultant for other agencies developing policies and guidelines on sexuality and the protection of people with learning disabilities.

Deborah was the Co-ordinator of ACT, 1998-2002. So Deborah was in post when the Waterhouse Report was published.

Deborah has continued to facilitate training on a wide range of associated issues and regularly presents at national conferences. She represents the ACT on a number of Gov’t bodies and contributes to the planning and implementation of new national initiatives. She was also a member of the Steering Group of ‘No Secrets’ and is the external representative on a number of Adult Safeguarding Boards.

If there’s going to be No Secrets Deborah, please do tell the full story behind the Nottingham Satanic Panic in which the most extraordinary allegations were made against innocent people by social workers, allegations which were found to be completely baseless.

 

Glanville Owen did a postgrad course at Nottingham University, I think during the 1970s. Glanville was the senior manager employed by Gwynedd Social Services who was responsible for children’s homes whilst the paedophile gang busied themselves in those homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

The ghost of Ann Craft and Bryn-y-Neuadd haunted north Wales for years, long after Bryn-y-Neuadd had been re-invented as the administrative HQ for Gwynedd Community Health Trust and a medium secure unit for Dangerous Loonies.

One of the Angels who used to work at Bryn-y-Neuadd alongside Ann who was also member of Cabbages Lib, a man called Brian, became a nurse tutor and when Bangor University began running a nursing degree he metamorphosed into a lecturer in the School of Healthcare Sciences. Years later, I was co-supervising a PhD in that School and one day after going over there for a supervision session, the PhD student told me that after I left the building, Brian walked up to the School’s receptionist, demanded to know what I was doing in there and told her that I was dangerous and ‘attacked people with knives’. The receptionist was not Of The Paedophiles’ Friends and observed to the PhD student that Brian had always been a bit weird, but he must have gone really bonkers now.

By then I really was fed up with members of the paedophile gang who knew nothing about me except that I was the person who had written to Ministers about Dafydd et al thus it was open season, so I made a complaint to the University authorities. The dreadful Brian disappeared from the University a few weeks later without explanation. Sadly his mates remained – Seren Roberts, Gwerfyl Roberts, Louise Ingham, Ruhi Behi etc. A bunch of third rate morons who had all worked alongside a gang of paedophiles and were now reconstructed as academics and given responsibility for training the next generation of Angels.

 

Hilary Brown ended her obituary of Ann Craft by reminiscing about a trip to Australia that they went on and how Ann, ‘an intrepid eater of sea food’ – sat opposite her in when Ann ‘devoured, undeterred, something that looked like an extra from a horror film’. I wonder why the liberator of the oppressed Hilary chose that particular expression?

In 1990, Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the occupational physician at St George’s Hospital Medical School, told me that when she was a medical student she was on placement at a hospital for learning disabled people and she witnessed an Angel ‘feeding a creature pieces of chocolate as the creature smiled and drooled’. Nicky was so repulsed by the ‘drooling creature’ that she related this anecdote after I told her of the criminality that I had witnessed in the mental health services in north Wales to give me an example of how dedicated some Angels were.

Nicky trained as a psychiatrist and she now has a private psychotherapy practice, as does her husband. Nicky enjoys ski-ing and going to the opera! No getting gang-banged in a hell-hole for Nicky, that was just for the cabbages/vegetables/drooling creatures, whilst Ann Craft helped them explore their sexuality and protected them from abusers.

Members of the London elite employed as Top Doctors are not the only people who have problems with drooling creatures. The heiress to the Llanrug Post Office fortune – they had a penismobile parked on the bit of concrete outside their PO to let everyone know how superior to the rest of the village they were – was seriously worried some six years ago when she became pregnant, lest she gave birth to a Mong. I’m not sure exactly what a Mong is, I suspect that it might be similar to a cabbage, a vegetable or a drooling creature, but the reason why the heiress was so concerned was that she feared divine retribution because she had hated Mongs all of her life and admitted that she had been very unpleasant to Mongs. But then the heiress hated a lot of things and indeed people, including her job and all of her colleagues. She was a school teacher, a Head of Dept in a Welsh-medium school near Welshpool.

Keith Fearns – I think that there might be an unsuitable person employed in teaching who seems to have slipped through your net (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’)…

 

The en mass sexual abuse of learning disabled people in north Wales continued after Ann Craft turned her toes up in 1997. My post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ described Prestwood Homes – company slogan ‘Special Homes For Special People’ – which was a sex trafficking organisation targeting people with learning disabilities and mental health problems. It really is quite simple to avoid scrutiny whilst sexually abusing vulnerable people. All one has to do is bang on about ’empowerment’, ‘special people’, ‘support’ and print a photo on your promotional material of two pairs of hands entwined and splash the phrase ‘Positive About Disabled People’ everywhere and you’re away. Should anybody ever raise any concerns about your activities, you just accuse them of being a paedophile and state that they have mental health problems and there will be an investigation into them not you. Dafydd had this down to a fine art years ago, he led the field and even now on the CAIS website, there is a photo of Dafydd doing his best to look like a nice old gentleman – someone’s given him a the bath and some clean clothes for the purposes of the photo shoot – and caring hands have been laid upon his as he holds his walking stick. You’d never believe that he ran a paedophile gang.

 

Another old devil from yesteryear was Dr John Hamilton, who was appointed Medical Director of Broadmoor in 1983. John Hamilton was in post during the Savile Years and he knew that Savile was sexually abusing patients. But then John Hamilton knew that many of the female patients in particular at Broadmoor were there only because they had accused health and social care staff of abusing them. It was John Hamilton who found space in Broadmoor to accommodate June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire whilst they were still teenagers after they started telling people that they were prostitutes (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). There are no recent references on the internet to Hamilton, I suspect that like a few other leading lights at Broadmoor he disappeared in a puff of smoke when the horrible truth about Savile was made public.

In 1986 Hamilton appeared as an expert witness in a murder case. The circumstances of the murder were open to question and a couple had been accused of carrying it out together, one having allegedly influenced the other. There was little firm evidence, nearly everything hinged on Hamilton’s opinion. I have found a copy of the psychiatric report that Hamilton submitted to the Court. He uses the very same phrases and the very same sentence construction that a number of ‘experts’ used when writing reports about me in the late 80s and early 90s. The experts in question – including Bluglass – were friends and colleagues of Hamilton.

I have mentioned previously that I suspect that Dafydd’s affidavits about me – or at least parts of them – may have been drafted by John Stalker, the Greater Manchester Police officer who had links to north Wales and who was investigated for corruption, because the styles of writing are so unusual yet so similar. Dafydd and Stalker were educated in different countries, to different levels and don’t even speak the same first language, so I wouldn’t expert them to use exactly the same style of writing. Hamilton et al had all been educated in the same tradition by the same people, so I do not think that one of them was necessarily drafting all the ‘expert reports’. I think that they were using a stock set of phrases and terms and indeed diagnoses in whatever way suited them. Meaningful assessments of patients’ conditions did not come into it. They spouted the same old drivel no matter whom they were writing about, whether it was Dennis Nilsen, a lesser fiend, or me. Which would explain how people whom I did not even know existed ‘assessed’ me and offered to provide reports for courts – even when I wasn’t facing charges (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’). There were only a small number of forensic psychiatrists providing such reports, they all knew each other and they were all concealing serious organised crime in the health and welfare services, including that of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

My post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services in the 1980s’ mentioned the sorry state of the UK’s mental health services at that time and some of the very unsuitable people employed at the top of the system. Edwina Currie, Ken Clarke and Trumpers were employed as Health Ministers and Savile and his mate Alan Franey were running Broadmoor – and Ashworth and Rampton were run by almost equally unsuitable people. The Under-Secretary responsible for Mental Health in 1987 was Brian McGinnis, who was later banned from working with children and vulnerable people.

There was another person of interest as well – Cliff Graham, the Under-Secretary responsible for Mental Health who succeeded Brian McGinnis.

Clifford Graham died in 1994 and his obituary explained that he was ‘one of the people who made things happen in the NHS’. Graham worked with Sir Roy Griffiths and introduced ‘general management’ in the NHS; he collaborated with the Louis Blom-Cooper QC in ‘tackling problems in mental health’ and he was Chairman of Newpin, ‘an organisation concerned with disadvantage and abuse in the family’. Graham epitomised ‘imaginative management’ and ‘would not be distracted’ from pursuing action on policies that he thought to be right. Graham was said to take ‘pleasure in exploring unconventional pathways to a proper end’.

Blom-Cooper pretended to be deeply shocked at the state of special hospitals when the scandals became so big that they could no longer be denied. Blom-Cooper was part of the problem – he was Chairman of the Mental Health Act Commission whilst the MHAC colluded and concealed the serious criminality (see post ‘Security, Security’). It was whilst Blom-Cooper Chaired the MHAC that Graham worked with him – Graham will have known that Blom-Cooper was concealing organised sexual abuse, the framing of innocent people and the murders of witnesses.

Presumably Clifford’s ‘imaginative management’ and ‘unconventional pathways’ from which he would not be distracted, included giving white collar gangsters running international sex trafficking rings complete domain over the mental health services. Clifford Graham could not have done that by accident, Dafydd and Savile could not have been passed off as even remotely suitable people for their jobs.

Cliff Graham met Jimmy Savile and it was Graham who established the Special Health Authority for secure hospitals – an organisation that was the root of such serious problems that it was abolished in 1996.

Cliff Graham grew up in Liverpool and qualified as a barrister in 1969 through qualifications gained at night school . He began his career in the civil service as a Clerical Officer in the Admiralty, 1954-59. Others who were involved with the concealing of the criminality of Dafydd et al including Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Jim Callaghan passed through the Admiralty.

Cliff Graham joined the Ministry of Health in 1965 and remained in that Ministry for the rest of his civil service career, spending many years during the 1970s and 80s at very senior levels. Graham will have known about Dafydd and Gwynne for years before he became Under-Secretary. In the early 80s Cliff Graham worked with Sir Roy Griffiths on the NHS Management Inquiry. Graham was promoted to Under-Secretary in 1983 to see through the introduction of general management in the NHS.

Graham worked with Lord Derek Rayner, the Chairman and Chief Exec of Marks and Spencer. Rayner worked with Ted Heath’s Gov’t on MoD procurement and then advised Thatch’s administrations. Rayner died in 1997, ‘a bachelor who left no survivors’. Marks and Spencer seems to have done rather more than flogging not very exciting clothes. It was M&S who footed the bill for the purchase of a grandiose building to house the newly created Royal College of Psychiatrists, when it didn’t have two pennies to rub together and was a laughing stock among other medical specialities (see post The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). Why was M&S so keen to support people who concealed organised sexual abuse?

Cliff Graham then spent a sabbatical year at the LSE working with Brian Abel-Smith. Abel-Smith was an economist and political advisor who was massively influential in shaping health and social welfare policies post-WW II.

Abel-Smith was a Spad to a number of Labour Gov’t Ministers – Richard Crossman, Barbara Castle and David Ennals, all of whom concealed the abuse and deaths of vulnerable people at the hands of the NHS and welfare services. Abel-Smith set up the Black Inquiry into Health Inequalities. He steered the development of health services in over 50 countries and advised the WHO and the EEC.

Abel-Smith graduated from Clare College, Cambridge – he was a member of the Cambridge Union and the University Labour Club. His doctoral research in the early 50s was on the cost of the NHS and concluded that the NHS was very good value for money and needed further investment. He spent the rest of his career at the LSE. Abel-Smith worked with the sociologist Peter Townsend – who had connections to the paedophiles’ friends but the relevant info has magically disappeared from the internet recently. Abel-Smith and Townsend’s 1965 book ‘The Poor and the Poorest’ was used to launch the Child Poverty Action Group, with which Abel-Smith remained closely associated for the rest of his life.

During the 1960s, Abel-Smith was a Governor of several regional NHS Boards and London hospital management committees, including St Thomas’s. Tommy’s does not serve and is certainly not staffed by the poor and the poorest. It is the Tommy’s contingent who are most likely to have Harley Street practices and furthermore some of Dafydd’s mates worked there. But then man of the people Abel-Smith was from an aristocratic family and distantly related to HM the Queen – a lot of people from that sort of background seem to believe that Tommy’s Serves The Poor.

By the 1990s, Abel-Smith had moved away from his commitment to state-funded services and was promoting the idea of user charges.

Abel-Smith was offered a safe Labour seat in 1957 but rejected the idea of becoming an MP because he feared that his homosexuality would become public and cause his family embarrassment. However he did take a leading role in the Fabian Society for over 30 years.

Abel-Smith helped set up the inquiry into the Ely Hospital Scandal in 1969. Abel-Smith and the comrades must have known how dreadful the abuse and neglect was in institutions like Ely Hospital – furthermore, in the defence of the horrors presiding at Ely, it was pointed out that other places such as the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh were much worse…

Whilst Abel-Smith was working for Barbara Castle in the early 1970s, Castle also appointed Jack Straw as an advisor, commenting that she had appointed Straw for his ‘low cunning’. In 1978, frustrated by the war between the Top Doctors and the Gov’t, Abel-Smith accepted a post advising Peter Shore MP on housing and urban planning issues.

After Labour were defeated at the 1979 General Election, Abel-Smith advised a number of health policy think tanks such as the King’s Fund and the Nuffield Trust to advise on reforming British healthcare. Abel-Smith also served on CAB advice committees. Lucille Hughes and other paedophiles’ friends were involved with the management of the CAB.

So Abel-Smith knew for years that the good value NHS was the most fantastic pig trough for the consultants of the London hospitals who picked up a substantial NHS salary whilst moonlighting at Harley Street and he also knew that kids in care and people with disabilities both mental and physical were being abused and were dying of total neglect and that this was concealed by successive Gov’ts. He then got so sick of the excellent value Top Docs who never stopped demanding more – even after Abel-Smith had so helpfully written so much arguing that they should be given more dosh – that he was up and off to work for paedophiles’ friend Peter Shore, who was MP for a constituency in which disadvantaged kids were being sent en mass to children’s homes in north Wales (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’). Abel-Smith will have known about that, because he was involved with housing and planning.

Abel-Smith worked for the International Labour Organisation and the World Bank. Between 1959-61, along with Richard Titmuss, Abel-Smith advised the Gov’t of Mauritius on ‘a family planning programme’. I haven’t had time to research this, but if I know anything about ‘family planning programmes’ for British colonies at the time, it could well have involved things that people would prefer to forget about – such as forced sterilisation of the natives…

In 1976 Abel-Smith advised the EEC with regard to the cost of pharmaceuticals in particular. In the 1980s, Abel-Smith advised WHO (World Health Organisation).

Abel-Smith’s partner John Sarbutt was an actor and landscape gardener. They lived between their homes in London and Kent and founded an upmarket menswear business together which went international. Abel-Smith and Sarbutt made regular trips to Italy to buy the latest styles. Customers included The Rolling Stones, Joan Collins and Warren Beatty.

Abel-Smith died in 1996 of carcinoma of the pancreas, which suggests that he might have been a heavy drinker.

Like so many of the post-WW II socialists who sculpted the NHS and welfare services, Abel-Smith knew how dreadful the parts of the system dealing with the most vulnerable were and ignored it. He wasn’t going to end up in Dafydd’s dungeon himself, he was instead flogging expensive clothes to the stars whom Dafydd’s network were cultivating and to whom they were supplying young people for sex.

 

 

A ‘chance encounter’ led to Clifford Graham becoming a Trustee and then Chairman of Newpin, ‘an organisation concerned with disadvantage and abuse in the family’, which began in south London and spread across Britain. Newpin seems to have been established in the early 90s – the original Newpin  underwent a merger with the Family Welfare Association and was then declared insolvent, although its descendant, the Newpin Family Centre, still exists. The Newpin Family Centre is supported by Marylebone Rotary Club, BBC Children in Need, the Abel Charitable Trust, the City of Westminster and the John Lyon’s Charity.

Cliff Graham was Director of the Institute for Health at King’s College, 1990-94.

Graham undertook several commissions on a wide variety of topics such as health services in Jordan, managed care in the United States and initiatives on alternative medicines and therapies.

Clifford Graham lived near Shepton Mallet in Somerset. Prof Robert Owen – who did such a valiant job concealing serious crime in north Wales and Liverpool for so many years (see post ‘In Memoriam -Professor Robert Owen’) – had a daughter who lived at Shapwick, a village on the Somerset levels not a million miles away from Shepton Mallet.

I’d like to know who it was who made the decision to appoint Cliff Graham as the highest ranking mandarin in the Division of Mental Health replacing the very questionable Brian McGinnis- as with the appointment of Bing Spear to the role of Chief Inspector of the Home Office Drugs Branch (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), whoever did so did it with the knowledge that Clifford Graham was a deeply corrupt man who systematically ensured that the mental health services were run by and for sex traffickers.

Many of my appearances in the High Court as a result of the perjury on the parts of the Top Docs and staff of Gwynedd Social Services occurred on the watch of Cliff Graham.

 

 

In my post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’ I described how in 2002 Gwynedd Social Services flatly refused to investigate a complaint against Keith Fearns, a social worker who broke confidentiality, lied and threatened my former employer in order to force me out of my job. The Director of Gwynedd Social Services at the time was Non Williams – full name Eleri Non Williams – whose own husband Martin Davidson had been appointed as Director of Mental Health for Gwynedd Social Services and received a handsome pay rise negotiated by Non. I discussed in the same post how very inappropriate people who were paedophiles’ friends were running and staffing Rape Crisis in north Wales.

I have discovered that one Eleri Non Williams, Director of Gwynedd Social Services, was a Director of the Rape and Sexual Abuse Support Centre for North Wales. Another Director of the Rape and Sexual Abuse Centre was Jody Mardula. Jody Mardula is a Mindfulness practitioner who works at the Centre for Mindfulness Research and Practice at Bangor University. The whole Mindfulness bandwagon was established by Professor Mark Williams after he conducted a research fraud with the paedophile gang and their associates in the late 1980s when he was working as a clinical psychologist in north Wales, alongside Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

Yesterday BBC News Wales ran a feature on how school children in Wales were benefiting from practising Mindfulness. A teacher stated that it helps them connect. Connect with what was not made clear – a research fraud perpetrated by the associates of a paedophile gang one presumes.

With Rape Crisis and health and social care generally in north Wales, I noticed that the best people were systematically forced out of the field by the paedophiles’ friends and that this happened with Mindfulness as well. No-one in north Wales witnessed the miracles as a result of Mindfulness that Mark Williams published, but I did know a very small number of people who found it helpful and all three of these people embraced it to such an extent that they developed a very deep interest in Buddhism.

Only one of these people was a mental health patient – he would have been an excellent advert for Mindfulness and he would have made a very good facilitator for the numerous sessions that were being run across north Wales. One day I asked him if he’d ever thought of going to work with the Mindfulness Centre in Bangor. It transpired that he had approached them a number of times but had been very firmly told that there was no possibility of him working with them. He observed that one had to be part of Mark Williams’s clique to get work there. I knew that the Centre had a reputation as somewhere which was crawling with paedophiles’ friends who had landed their jobs as a result of cronyism, but then it occurred to me why this man was never going to be allowed across the threshold. He wasn’t a whistleblower, but he had witnessed far, far too much. He had been shockingly neglected by the GPs surgery in Llanberis and the ‘medication’ prescribed for his depression had sent him psychotic. He was left to rot and find his own way back to the land of the compos mentis. But far more damning was that he was a very good mate of someone who knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles, who had been unlawfully imprisoned after complaining about the Hergest Unit and who had experienced one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. There was no way that Mark Williams’s empire were going to give someone who had that much crap on Williams’s colleagues a job.

 

Non Williams had another sideline as well as Rape and Sexual Abuse Support. Non was also a Director for the British Association for Adoption and Fostering. So Non will be able to shed light on the supply of Chinese babies to Anglesey around the millennium. Healthy Chinese babies as well, available for adoption via Anglesey County Council. It was really great, people didn’t have to wait long for a Chinese baby, it was a remarkably speedy process and all sorts of people were able to get one. It was an expensive process, but if you had the dosh I was told that the lady from Anglesey County Council was most helpful – a lady called Jean, she told people that rules were there to get around. She certainly did get around the rules, it was incredible.

If Non can explain how the crooks and incompetents running Anglesey County Council – who could not run even the most basic of ‘services’ for the local people and one of whom was imprisoned – managed to negotiate a supply of Chinese babies for adoption with very few questions asked I’d like to hear about it. Non will definitely know about the Chinese babies, because Non lived in Menai Bridge and one of her neighbours got a Chinese baby. In 2000 to be precise Non, I heard all about it and met the baby.

Perhaps Ieuan Wyn Jones knew something about the Chinese babies, Ieuan was both the AM and MP for Ynys Mon when the babies were arriving. Ieuan is a lawyer so I am sure that he would have raised concerns if those Chinese babies were being procured by a process that was in any way questionable.

 

The good burghers of Menai Bridge certainly know where the action is. One of them definitely knew that there was organised sexual abuse on Anglesey in the late 1980s because they told me. They named a pupil at Ysgol David Hughes whom they stated was known to be ‘completely barmy’ and told me that for years she had been abused by a male family member and passed around to older men in the area for sex. Not that this person was that concerned, they didn’t like the family and warned everyone not to have anything to do with the Nutter. The person who told me this was a close relative of a local star from Menai Bridge, Dr Melanie Abas. Melanie went to Ysgol David Hughes herself, then to Birmingham University where she qualified as a Top Doctor. Melanie has completed a Masters degree at London University in Depression, a Masters degree in Epidemiology at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine and a Doctorate in Psychiatric Epidemiology at the University of Auckland. Melanie is currently employed as a consultant psychiatrist at the South London and Maudsley NHS Foundation Trust and also holds the position of Reader in Global Mental Health at King’s College, London. Melanie is involved in teaching Johnny Foreigner in developing countries how to run their mental health services. According to her Linked In profile, the causes that Melanie cares about are ‘education, health and poverty alleviation’.

I know for a fact that Melanie knows a great deal about Dafydd.

Melanie, as one who is concerned with global health and poverty alleviation, why did you and those close to you drip with contempt for the victims of the paedophile gang? You have been waving your Top Doctor credentials about for a very long time now and you were already working as a psychiatrist when the Waterhouse Report was published. You have not said a word concerning your knowledge of Dafydd. Or did you use your knowledge of Dafydd – an alumnus of the institution which employs you – to gain your current position?

Melanie married another Top Doctor, like herself a psychiatrist – Dr Jeremy Broadhead. Jeremy also trained and worked at the Maudsley. He now works in south east London and Kent and works closely with the Priory Hospital at Hayes Grove near Bromley. Jeremy has held the post as Director of the Priory Group. He has worked in ‘centres of excellence’ in London, Baltimore and Auckland. What with marrying Melanie, I am sure that he found out about Dafydd as well.

Melanie’s dad Jan knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles too. Jan Abas was an academic at Bangor University whilst Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr DGE Wood were facilitating the sex trafficking gang via the Student Health Centre. Not that Jan was Of Them – Jan Abas really loathed Top Doctors and was bitterly disappointed when Melanie applied to do medicine as opposed to another science. The Top Docs hated Jan Abas in return – DGE Wood was rude about him on the grounds that Jan Abas was having affairs with his students. Whereas Wood was assisting a paedophile gang.

 

The Top Doctors and their associates are becoming increasingly desperate. Yesterday, Lords Darzi and Prior – the news reports stressed their peerages and of course Darzi’s status as an ’eminent surgeon’ – told the world that the NHS needed £50 billion more by 2030 to avoid disaster.
Darzi is a Top Doctor who in 2006 advised New Labour on the plan for London’s healthcare for the next five to ten years. It was Darzi who dreamt up the idea of polyclinics – they haven’t been very successful have they Lord Darzi? Gordon gave Darzi a peerage and Darzi was also given a job as a Minister. Darzi wielded massive influence over health policy for quite some time. ‘The Guardian’ loved him and stressed that unlike his predecessors, he was not ‘waging war on medics’. No, Darzi is Of The Top Doctors and he has now done what the Top Docs always do when their ideas don’t work – he had demanded a great deal of money and has blamed NHS failure on those sodding patients who do insist on getting ill.
Why anyone is surprised that the NHS is now so obviously falling apart after Lord Darzi ‘improved morale’ and ‘public standing’ I do not know. Just look at Lord Darzi’s previous. In 1991 he was appointed as a consultant to the Central Middlesex Hospital. That hospital serves Brent and knew about the lethal social services on their patch which resulted in the death of Jasmine Beckford (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’). Darzi moved to St Mary’s Hospital Paddington in 1994 – two years after that institution had participated in the lies and elaborate deception surrounding the circumstances of Sally Mugabe’s death (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). In 1996 Darzi became Professor of Surgery at Imperial College and the Institute of Cancer Research and he is an honorary consultant at the Royal Marsden. He is a colleague of those who were involved in the serious research frauds described in previous posts, including ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).
Surgeons are very good at knowing about very serious shit, doing nothing about it and then allowing themselves to be wheeled out as the heroic face of the NHS, the cream of the profession, to reassure the public that all is basically well in a way that would not be half so convincing if Dafydd were to be adopted as the public face of the medical establishment.
Darzi is best known among lay people for his work on surgical robots. His work in that field may well be of the highest quality and if you’ve had a successful operation done by a robot, understandably you’ll be very grateful to Lord Darzi. However Lord Darzi has done bugger all for the many more thousands of people who have been neglected and mistreated by the NHS because they are elderly, learning disabled, children from disadvantaged backgrounds, people with mental health problems or simply have developed health problems because they are very poor. Lord Darzi likes machines which go ping and that is why he wants £50 billion. Meanwhile elderly or disabled people are denied home carers to help them get to the bog in the morning because that is too expensive.
Lord Darzi has gone global but I notice that his advice is sought by the oil rich Middle Eastern states rather than the people living in the Solomon Islands. I have a friend who spent a while working in the Solomon Islands improving welfare. He is someone who works on the ecology/social science interface and comes a lot cheaper than Lord Darzi. His work didn’t go tits up a few years later and he doesn’t want another £50 billion.
Lord Darzi’s partner in crime demanding £50 billion is Lord David Prior. David Prior went to school at Charterhouse and then read law at Pembroke College, Cambridge. He was Chairman of the Cambridge University Conservative Association and was an officer of Cambridge University Students’ Union.
Prior qualified as a barrister in 1976, but immediately moved into investment banking. From 1977–80, he worked for the investment banks Lehman Brothers – now where do I remember that name from?? – and Lazard Freres in New York. Prior was seconded to the British Steel Corporation to work with Thatcher’s henchman Sir Ian MacGregor. The one who, along with his wife, stated that the striking miners who had lost everything were ‘paying the price for insubordination’.
Pass the truffles and lobster darling, I could do with a fifth course. More champagne Lord Darzi? Meanwhile down in Methyr Tydfil they just will not eat their five a day…
Prior was appointed MD of British Steel Service Centres Ltd and later Commercial Director of British Steel, establishing joint ventures in China, Turkey, Europe and North America. After British Steel, Prior managed a number of private steel and manufacturing businesses.
Isn’t the British steel industry now completely buggered??? I’m sure that I remember hearing about a crisis at Port Talbot not so long ago and a problem caused by China dumping subsidised steel onto the UK market. Three weeks later Lilibet welcomed a man from China who implemented that particular policy to a banquet at Buck House. Chinese dissidents who dared protest were carefully hidden from his view. Then George Osborne begged him to run the UK’s nuclear power industry.
David Prior was elected as the Tory MP for North Norfolk in 1997 and became Chief Exec of the Tory Party, Deputy Chairman and then in 2001, acting Chairman.
So that covers the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry and publication of the Report.
In 2001 the Lib Dem Norman Lamb succeeded Prior’s seat. Prior soon found himself a new toy to play with – in 2002 he became Chairman of Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital NHS Trust. In Nov 2006 Prior resigned as Chairman. Days later Prior was arrested, as well as others, by Norfolk Constabulary who were investigating allegations of financial irregularities at Cawston Park Hospital (previously known as Cawston College), a private psychiatric hospital in Cawston, Norfolk, where Prior was non-executive Chairman.
Prior was cleared of involvement in the alleged fraud in Feb 2007 and subsequently reappointed as Chairman of the Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital NHS Trust. In 2009, Prior was invited to be Chairman of Ormiston Victory Academy in Norwich. He founded and Chairs two free schools, the Jane Austen College and Sir Isaac Newton Free School. Prior is also the Chairman of Norwich Primary Academy. In 2012, he became a Trustee of the Inspiration Trust. From 2005-2009 Prior was Chairman of Friends of Families House.
In recent years, a number of private hospitals for the learning disabled and people with mental health problems have sprung up in the Norfolk region. There has been a number of scandals with allegations of abuse. People have been placed in these establishments against the wishes of them and their families on the advice of Top Docs and social workers. Some of those being transported had no understanding of where they were going. At least two people from north Wales suffered this fate, one of them being a man with learning disabilities from Anglesey who had lived in north Wales for all of his life and who had difficulty understanding English. The decision was challenged in Court in London by a lawyer known to me who is one of those who has challenged the paedophiles’ friends. The placement was recommended by the appalling Top Doc Marie Savage, formerly of the Hergest Unit. Marie has a long track record of insulting patients, swearing at them and has been the subject of numerous complaints. The judge gave the lawyer a bollocking for challenging the decision of a caring Top Doc who only had the best interests of her patient at heart.
Some years ago I was told that a number of people were concerned about the welfare of Marie Savage’s children but being Marie Savage, no-one was daring to raise concerns through any official channels. As someone who was buying sandwiches in Tesco one lunchtime who found Marie Savage at my shoulder snarling down my ear ‘if you do anything to me I’ll call the police’, only to then watch Marie running out of the store cackling, I can testify that Marie is not a rational being. My lawyer did subsequently write to Marie and the NW Wales NHS Trust to request an explanation re Marie’s unfathomable conduct but she never received a reply.
I later met someone who’s young adult mentally ill son had been placed in a private psychiatric hospital in England – owned by the Cambian Group – against the wishes of him and his family on the advice of Marie Savage. He ‘absconded’ and was returned  to the hospital by the police. He told his mum that he ran away because he had been assaulted by the staff. His mum had been a patient in the North Wales Hospital many years previously and Marie’s reason for ignoring her concerns about her son’s welfare was recorded in the young man’s medical records – ‘mother schizophrenic’.
What no-one at the time knew was that when my medical records were finally handed over to me after a High Court order was served on the NW Wales NHS Trust, there were other people’s records muddled up with mine. Including the records of that young man’s mum. She had made a complaint of assault against an Angel years previously when she had been a patient at Denbigh. Documents in my possession demonstrate that the complaint was never investigated – intentionally.
A case of the sins of the mother perhaps Marie?
The bill for the places in private hospitals such as those owned by Cambian are footed by the NHS and/or social services. The places are usually priced at well over £1000/week as a result of the ‘needs’ of the poor sods incarcerated within, who would much rather be living with or near their families and friends. The companies owning such establishments are often venture capitalists or US healthcare companies. One such company is Cygnet Healthcare. Their Medical Director is one Dr Robert Francis Kehoe. Kehoe was one of those who lied about me – and Brown –  in an ‘expert witness’ report (see post ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’).
Perhaps Lord Prior, the barrister turned investment banker who is now an expert on healthcare, might know why so many of these shadowy institutions have sprung up in his part of the world.

On 28 Jan 2013 David Prior was appointed as Chairman of the CQC. In April 2014 he had a hip replacement operation paid for by private insurance but was treated in a public ward at the Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital NHS Trust.

In March 2015 Prior told a conference that ‘the role of the market is hugely limited in health and social care, in part because many of the people who need care the most – as many homeless people are – are often unheard; they have no power. The market requires people with power, people who can choose [in order to bring improvement]. In healthcare that’s not the case.’

Robert Kehoe’s employers Cygnet specialise in hospitals for ‘resistant service users’. They award a prize for the ‘service user of the year’.

On 14 May 2015 David Prior was appointed a junior Health Minister by Cameron. Prior bagged his peerage in May 2015.

On 21 Dec 2016, Prior was appointed as a junior Minister at the Dept for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy and he is also currently Chairman of UCH, a place of nepotism and questionable research, as previously featured on this blog.

 

David Prior inherited the tendency to become a Tory peer, from his dad Lord Jim Prior. Jim Prior was the Tory MP for Lowestoft, then Waveney, in Suffolk, 1959-87. He was PPS to Ted Heath whilst Heath was Leader of the Opposition, then Minister for MAFF in Ted Heath’s Govt, 1970-72. Prior was then Leader of the Commons until Heath lost the General Election in 1974. When Thatch was elected, Prior was appointed Secretary of State for Employment, a position he retained until 1981. As unemployment rocketed and industry collapsed, Gentleman Jim wobbled dangerously and ended up being mocked as a wet. (Dr DGE Wood described a suicidal student as being ‘wet’. She was wet and I was dangerous, there’s no pleasing some people.) As a booby prize, Thatch gave Jim Prior N Ireland to play with and he remained as Secretary of State for N Ireland until 1984. He never returned to Gov’t and was seen as a critic of Thatch. But Gentleman Jim never told anyone what was going on at Kinora Boys’ Home and he certainly never blew the whistle on Sir Peter Morrison or Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Not that Jim twiddled his thumbs after he left Gov’t. Within days he became Chairman of GEC and ‘whilst travelling the world for GEC’, just happened to accept a number of positions on the Boards of Allders, East Anglian Radio, Barclays International, Barclays Bank, United Biscuits and J Sainsbury. Prior also served on the Boards of various educational, industrial and charitable organisations. Now I wonder which they would have been.

Whilst writing this blog and coming across so many CVs like Jim’s I was initially struck by how little meaningful contribution such folk could possibly have made when they sat on so many Boards. They cannot have had the time to actually do any work in those roles, it had to be a matter of cash for access. I’m also wondering how the hell they spent all the dosh that they were raking in. Even if they were greedy materialistic gits, surely there was a limit as to how much they and their nearest and dearest could actually spend, even when Sunday closing came to an end and it was 24 hour shopping all week long.

In 1986 Prior collaborated with John Cassels and Pauline Perry to creat the Council for Industry and Higher Education, which in 2013 became the National Centre for Universities and Business. (Note that the word ‘education’ is being erased from the titles of organisations that have doings with universities.)

Jim Prior was Chairman and Vice-President of the Rural Housing Trust.

Like David, Jim Prior went to Charterhouse and Pembroke College,  so that’s an inherited trait in the Prior family as well. Presumably, Lord David Prior is also carrying the dominant allele for concealing organised child abuse. He can’t help it poor bugger, it’s in his genes. However, I do think that future generations of Priors ought to be offered genetic counselling so that they fully understand the implications of this trait that will affect their children. Perhaps Lord Darzi could campaign to make the funding available for the screening.

After David Prior was arrested as part of that fraud investigation at Cawston Park Hospital, he spoke about the trauma of being wrongly arrested. We knew all about that in north Wales thanks to your dad David. Your dad who kept quiet about the murderous network of gangsters running a paedophile ring – who enjoyed Gov’t backing – which stretched between N Ireland, north Wales and involved the North Wales Police, the  Greater Manchester Police and other corrupt Top Cops (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’).

The media continue to give the general population positively dangerous advice after having sent everyone into a blue funk re the danger posed by paedophiles. I was in the opticians yesterday and they had a TV for the customers to watch whilst they were waiting so I watched a bit of Victoria Derbyshire.
Victoria was presenting a show on the problems of children who sexually abuse other children. Some examples given were serious, such as the nine year old boy who was attempting to persuade younger boys to let him have anal sex with them. Nine year olds don’t usually think of doing this spontaneously, it is highly likely that someone had shown that boy how to do this, so yes that is a matter for serious concern. However as ever, examples of the sort of curious play that young children do indulge in was conflated with problematic behaviour. One woman sent a message to Victoria telling her that a seven year old girl ‘touched’ her own daughter whilst they were lying in the sun. Victoria recommended speaking to a social worker. No Victoria, that is the worst possible option. Seven year olds do indeed ‘touch’ each other, it’s been happening for generations and is known as child development. It is social workers who have been colluding with organised abuse not seven year old girls. There was much talk of something called the pants rule. What can this possibly be – not to remove one’s underwear unless asked by a Top Doc or social worker probably.
I used to read a comic called ‘Bunty’ because it was full of stories about girls in boarding schools having adventures and doubling up as detectives which appealed to me. ‘Bunty’ took girls’ safety seriously and at the top of the pages there were slogans printed, one of which was ‘remember girls – never get into a car with a stranger’. I’m sure that ‘Bunty’ meant well, but they’d have been better off warning the girls about people employed as Top Doctors who did nothing but try to talk to former ‘Bunty’ readers about sex. ‘Remember girls – Dafydd and co are running a sex trafficking ring, the security services and just about everybody else knows about it but no-one is stopping him or indeed warning those being targeted’.
Some years ago one of the lecturers at Bangor University went on a ski-ing holiday during which he fell over and injured himself frequently. He quipped that if a social worker saw his bottom they’d take him into care. I reminded him that we were in north Wales, if his bottom had sustained injuries it will have been a social worker who was responsible.
This blog must have really angered a few people because ‘The Guardian’ is reporting yet more discoveries which will lead to cures for depression and cancer. I didn’t bother to read the articles because reports like this cannot be believed and there are several of them appearing on a daily basis at present, but I expect that the miracles have been performed at UCH or Imperial, that’s usually where it all happens. UCH/UCL and Imperial mop up such a large proportion of the UK’s research budget that they need to keep telling people that they’ve found a cure for something and it’ll be in the clinic within three years. Furthermore, Sarah-Jane Blakemore works at UCL and her dad is Colin Blakemore who is the former head of the MRC which won’t be doing Sarah-Jane and her colleagues any harm. Imperial was and is heaving with well-connected folk including Lord Robert Winston, so they can’t be seen to be slacking either.
A Top Doctor has accused the Home Office of blocking the visa applications of Indian doctors who could contribute so much to the UK NHS. Yes, some of them do and to be honest they face such a high degree of institutionalised racism from the medical establishment that I’m staggered that they continue to apply for jobs in UK hospitals. However the current havoc in the NHS cannot be explained entirely by the lack of Indian doctors or indeed the other reason that I saw given the other day – good old Brexit and its deleterious effect on job applications from Angels in Europe.
Havoc continues at Alder Hey re baby Alfie and such is the aggro that staff have now been advised to remove their ID badges when off hospital premises so people do not know that they work at that hospital. Jan Moir’s column in the ‘Mail Online’ is spitting blood at people who are challenging the notion that Top Docs and Angels ever do anything other than act in their patients’ best interests. I’ve got news for you Jan and I’ve spent many more years in medical schools, hospitals and healthcare settings than anyone who writes for the ‘Daily Mail’, except of course for Dr Max the Mind Doctor – but Dr Max does not always tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; Dr Max is quite selective when imparting his insider’s knowledge.
The fuckwittery surrounding the forthcoming nightmare of the succession to Carwyn Jones as Wales’s FM continues. The Baroness of Ely aka Eluned Morgan has stated that in the interests of diversity there needs to be a woman candidate. Who should that woman be? The Baroness of course. In the interests of the future of Wales, there really needs to be a candidate who is not a paedophiles’ friend and at present there is not.
There was of course one high profile politician who did make much of how, by dint of being female and being in possession of feminine skills like knowing the price of butter, she could do a better job than those in possession of testicles – it was a woman called Margaret Thatcher. Thatch wrecked Wales and it has not recovered. One area of Wales did do very well as a result of Thatch however – Cardiff Bay. Cardiff Bay resulted from the redevelopment of the old docklands and involved the transfer of many millions of pounds of taxpayers money into the pockets of the developers who were already rich men. The details of the scams and rigged contracts that were essential to the development of Cardiff Bay can be read in my post ‘Corruption Bay Special’.
One of the central figures involved was Nicholas Edwards, the Secretary of State for Wales who implemented the scheme in his capacity as a Cabinet Minister, then resigned and joined the Board of one of the companies who picked up the contracts – Edwards made a fortune and ended up in the Lords (see post ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’). Eluned probably sat next to him slumbering on the benches or dined on the table opposite him in the subsidised restaurant in the Upper House.
The Councillors of South Glamorgan County Council were party to Old Nick’s scam and had they not colluded with it, it would not have happened. The Labour leader of that Council was a man called the Rev Bob Morgan. He was the Baroness’s dad. The Rev Bob and his family fared rather better than most of Wales did during the long years of Tory rule. The Baroness went to one of Wales’s most elite public schools, Atlantic College – a reader of this blog told me that the Baroness received a South Glamorgan County Council scholarship to Atlantic College. Thus the young Baroness was bussed out of Ely, where the Rev Bob was a clergyman. In Sept 1991 the residents of Ely were so pissed off that they held a riot. The Baroness’s dad gave them a bollocking for ‘shitting on their own doorsteps’. They weren’t escaping to Atlantic College and the House of Lords like the Rev Bob’s daughter, so perhaps they took a different world view.
The Rev Bob was a leading light in the south Wales Labour Party and the Baroness inherited that tendency – the Baroness joined the Labour Party shortly after she was out of nappies and blow me if she wasn’t a leading light and then an MEP before most of Wales had noticed what was happening. Then she became a Baroness, although HOW, no-one could quite fathom.
What worries me about the Baroness becoming Wales’s FM is her lack of brain and lack of honesty. I encountered the Baroness at a conference some years ago where she told everyone how successful Tony Blair’s widening participation policy was. I had written a PhD and co-authored a book on why the policy wasn’t working and everyone working in universities knew that ‘widening participation’ was unravelling. I challenged the Baroness had told her that the policy wasn’t working as Blair expected and was having a seriously deleterious effect on HE. The Baroness looked straight past me and repeated that the policy was a success. It has now been admitted – even by Lord Adonis who was substantially responsible for it – that the policy has backfired and many unexpected problems have resulted.
The Baroness then talked to the audience about the knowledge economy that would soon be bringing highly paid jobs to Wales and would need lots of young people with degrees in IT. I laughed out loud and the Baroness glared at me and continued to talk about the knowledge economy.
That conference was held about eight years ago. If the Baroness knows where in Wales the knowledge economy is hiding, perhaps she could let me know. Because what I saw in urban areas were jobs in coffee shops and nail bars and in rural Wales jobs as care assistants, support workers and cleaners/caterers during the summer months. £9/hour if you’re lucky and if you do have an IT degree, it will be ignored because it doesn’t have any relevance to those jobs.
Now if the Baroness is either too stupid or too arrogant to speak honestly to an audience of academics about HE and the knowledge economy, somehow I don’t think that the Baroness is going to be very effective at dealing with Wales’s rapidly collapsing NHS or indeed resurrecting the mental health and social services which are now well and truly broken. The Baroness is married to a GP so her silence regarding the NHS in Wales is puzzling. If you become FM Baroness, the Rev Bob’s ability to buy you a better quality of life via a scholarship or fast track you into the higher echelons of the Labour Party won’t be any help. As FM, the problems are yours to sort out and you won’t be able to do it and as your husband’s colleagues have added to the NHS’s problems by their demands for higher and higher salaries, you won’t be pointed in the right direction by them either.
Is your husband a member of the BMA Eluned? I bet that he is. The BMA were central to concealing the criminality involved in the paedophile gang in north Wales.
The Baroness’s dad knew about George Thomas molesting children – but nonetheless they assisted each other in various fund-raising enterprises – and I bet that the Baroness did as well. Of course she did, the Baroness has worked as a researcher for S4C and the BBC. Who kept schtum about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, George Thomas and Jimmy Savile… Why didn’t you broadcast it then Eluned? I had many meetings with an S4C journo who wanted to make a documentary about events in north Wales, but she was stamped on by a higher authority and the plug was pulled on the documentary.
While the Baroness was at Atlantic College, kids in care in north Wales were raped, buggered, beaten and fitted up in court if they complained. No doubt if one of the survivors told the Baroness this, that arrogant little face with its soulless eyes would stare straight past them and spout crap about diversity.
The Baroness has Chaired the Cardiff Business Partnership and served on the Council of Atlantic College, such is her commitment to the common man.

Whilst an MEP, the Baroness was the Labour Party’s European spokesperson on Energy, Industry and Science. She was responsible for drafting the European Parliament’s response to the Energy Green Paper and also took the lead role in negotiating on behalf of the Parliament the revision of the Electricity Directive. The Baroness stood down as an MEP in 2009. Upon standing down, the Baroness took up the post of Director of SWALEC, where she was responsible for establishing the SWALEC Smart Energy Centre in Treforest. Not only does the Baroness not understand the sociology of HE or the IT industry but she obviously doesn’t know the meaning of the phrases ‘conflict of interest’ and ‘snout in the trough’ either.

As well as being a GP, the Baroness’s husband Dr Rhys Jenkins is a non-stipendary priest in the Church in Wales. So he knows that there has been a problem with the abuse of children which was concealed by the Church.
The Baroness’s family came from Pembrokeshire. Ah – can they let us know whether the incarceration in Broadmoor of June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire whilst they were still teenagers after they told people that they were prostitutes was anything to do with the paedophile gang which was active down there (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). It’s a worthy case Eluned – the twins were black, female and had special needs, just think how many Brownie points you’ll gain by defending two people like that!
The Baroness is being supported in her ambitions to become FM by Nia Griffith, paedophiles’ friend and the Labour MP for Llanelli (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’). There is a news story today about a GP who is thought to have embezzled £400k from the NHS and fled to Cape Verde in Africa, where he shot his girlfriend and then himself. The GP is originally from Llanelli.

An Appalling Vista

Previous posts such as ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ gave examples of the constant lies, the forging of documents and the perjury used to secure convictions against patients who had made serious complaints about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and their colleagues – complaints which routinely went uninvestigated but were then documented as having been thoroughly investigated but found to be groundless. Some patients who were deemed to pose a particular challenge to Dafydd and the paedophiles were completely ruined by all the ‘help’ that they received from the Top Doctors.

My post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ introduced the story of F, a mental health patient from north Wales who was a witness to serious wrongdoing and was fitted up, assaulted by the police, wrongfully arrested, left to rot in the North Wales Hospital for a year and then fleeced of his property and denied all contact with his child. Someone who witnessed much of this was later found dead.

I can understand that people unacquainted with the practices of Dafydd et al would find accounts of what mental health patients and kids in care in north Wales had experienced and witnessed hard to believe. It was certainly easier for everyone if those relating serious criminal conduct on the part of Top Doctors with the collusion of Angels, social workers, NHS managers, the police, certain lawyers, magistrates and members of the judiciary could be dismissed as being mad, malicious or making up horror stories to gain compensation. Those involved in the criminality were everyone’s neighbours, the parents of their children’s friends and the people whom they socialised with locally.

I have mentioned before that Lord Denning, the Master of the Rolls, 1962-82, took the view that it was better that the Birmingham Six remain in prison rather than anyone admit to the enormity of the miscarriage of justice to which they had been subject. When the Birmingham Six first appealed in 1979, Lord Denning famously stated that: ‘If the six men win, it will mean that the police are guilty of perjury, that they are guilty of violence and threats, that the confessions were invented and improperly admitted in evidence and the convictions were erroneous… This is such an appalling vista that every sensible person in the land would say that it cannot be right that these actions should go any further.’

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

The medical establishment undoubtedly operated on a Lord Denning world view of ‘it is far better that we continue to maintain that there are no serious problems in the medical profession because the reality of what has been allowed to continue in north Wales alone for decades is so dreadful that the fall-out would be unmanageable if anything approaching the truth were to be admitted’.

In my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ about F and the possibility that he had information about serious crimes committed before he ever arrived in north Wales in 1979 – including the death of Jimi Hendrix as a result of criminal negligence – and that being the possible reason why Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) destroyed him, I promised to write a further post with more details re F and the stitch-up and provide details of more celeb deaths with a link to those Top Doctors who were linked to the death of Hendrix.

I mentioned that it was Top Doctor’s wife Kathy Etchingham, a former girlfriend of Hendrix, who was sufficiently outraged by the claims of another girlfriend of Hendrix, Monika Dannemann, that Hendrix had died as a result of serious medical negligence that Kathy had attempted to have Monika imprisoned and gave multiple interviews to the press trashing Monika. After Monika was found dead, Kathy simply used this as yet more evidence that Monika was a mad, lying cow. Throughout it all F maintained that Hendrix had been killed by Top Doctors and that a cover-up at a high level had followed.

Despite F seeming to know some of the circumstances concerning Hendrix’s death, F was not at all au fait with the workings of the NHS. However, I am and I noticed that when Hendrix was found in a coma – Monika always claimed that Hendrix was still alive when the paramedics arrived –  he was taken to St Mary Abbot’s Hospital. St Mary Abbot’s was located nearby, but I suspect that Top Doctors themselves would not use that hospital or allow anyone that they cared about to use it. Hendrix died in Sept 1970 and at that time St Mary Abbot’s still had an A&E/acute dept and it was there that Hendrix was pronounced dead.

By 1972 St Mary Abbot’s had lost its A&E/acute dept and was only a geriatric and psychiatric hospital. There is a great deal of snobbery in medicine and geriatrics and psychiatry are considered the pits and they were back in 1970 as well. No hospital ever wants to lose its A&E/acute services and it is when those services are threatened that Top Doctors tell patients that they will all die if the service shuts, that people write to their MPs and protest in town centres and that the BMA sends a clear message to the local MP that they will lose the next election if the closure goes ahead. If a hospital loses its A&E/acute dept, it loses kudos, funding and the best staff. It is often the first step to the long rundown to complete closure.

If St Mary Abbot’s A&E had gone by 1972 it suggests that there were very big problems in that dept because no-one was able to save it. Hospital depts don’t disappear overnight – it is preceded by years of discussion and gradual disinvestment and once word gets out that a dept is on the way out, doctors stop applying for jobs there because they know how grim the atmosphere will be and it won’t do anything for their CV either. In 1971 the transformation of St Mary Abbot’s into a dumping ground began – a psychiatry ward was added.

In the way that Top Doctors in Gwynedd had an arrangement to ensure that their own children were never taken to Ysbyty Gwynedd because paediatrics there was alleged to be so dangerous and that no relative of a Top Doc ever ended up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, I bet that Top Docs in London didn’t depend on the A&E in St Mary Abbot’s in 1970. It will have been for other people, particularly people who didn’t matter. Lest anyone believe that Top Docs don’t think like this, I’m happy to tell you that they do. If they think that no-one is listening, some of them will make this crystal clear. Dear old Dafydd once managed to say to me ‘you don’t matter’. What Dafydd didn’t realise was that someone else was listening to that call. (The security services were as well, but that’s because they had Brown and me under surveillance rather than Dafydd.) Hey ho Dafydd, you’re not very nice but you’re not very bright either.

Hendrix fell into a coma within spitting distance of some of the grandest, most elite teaching hospitals in London. He was taken to St Mary Abbot’s where, according to Monika, he died. When years later Monika made her allegations of serious negligence public, Kathy Ethingham and her Top Doc husband Nicholas Page didn’t inform the police, they contacted the staff who had treated – or failed to treat – Hendrix and then had a meeting with them. Where it was agreed that the witch should not be permitted to make such allegations and someone at least suggested that Monika had been responsible for Hendrix’s death herself.

 

By the 1990s Kathy Etchingham repeatedly stressed that her 1960s past was long ago and far away, but she had obviously remained in touch with at least one friend from those days, because in 1997 she invited him to the party that was held when Kathy – who had forgotten all about those days -succeeded in having an English Heritage Blue Plaque erected on the wall of the Mayfair flat that she had once shared with Hendrix. That old friend was Pete Townshend, who owned – and might still own – a house in Churt in Surrey. Kathy and the Top Doc lived in Churt.

 

In a 1989 radio interview Townshend acknowledged his bisexuality. He had recorded a song which he stated was an ‘acknowledgement of the fact that I’d had a gay life, and that I understood what gay sex was about’. However, in a 1994 interview for ‘Playboy’ Townsend said ‘in the interview I also talked about my “gay life,” which – I meant – was actually about the friends I’ve had who are gay’. Townshend later wrote in his 2012 autobiography that he at one point felt as if he was ‘probably bisexual’. Townshend also stated jokingly that he once felt sexually attracted to Mick Jagger. 

In Jan 2003 Townshend was arrested by British police in a child porn investigation. However, he was given a tip-off that the police were going to raid his home three days before they arrived. Towshend’s credit card usage to access a child porn site was traced to him through Operation Ore, the British counterpart of the US Operation Avalanche. When confronted by the police, Townshend admitted using his credit card to access a child pornography website. Townshend claimed he had accessed the child porn website for the purposes of researching a book. He has not as yet written that book. On another occasion he claimed he was researching child porn to protect his son.

Because Townshend confessed to accessing the child porn website, he received a caution and avoided a trial. Bob McLachlan, the former head of Scotland Yard’s paedophile unit, described the caution as ‘totally inappropriate’. He asked ‘Why is this rock star being given such lenient treatment when he has accepted a caution and therefore admits his guilt?’ His admission to using his credit card to access a child porn website and that he had viewed child pornography images was the central component of his guilty plea.

Townshend had access to his lawyers at all times. He avoided charges beyond a caution, as the police did not detect any images of child rape on his 14 computers. Townshend was never cleared of his offence and remained on the Sex Offender Register for five years, 2003 –08. He had to give a DNA sample, check in with the British police regularly and inform them of his movements during his Sex Offender registration. Townshend will have a lifelong criminal record for the caution.

On June 22, 2006 it was reported that Townshend had withdrawn an ‘ill-advised’ story from his blog, which depicted graphic teen sex. He told the Daily Mail: ‘I’ve taken down my story. I want to make it clear that I respect the requirements of the Sex Offenders Register without condition.’

Confusion was introduced into the Townshend case by British investigative journalist Duncan Campbell in an article he wrote for ‘The Guardian’ in which he stated: ‘(Operation) Ore has dragged big names into the spotlight – such as the musicians Pete Townshend…falsely accused of accessing child pornography.’ Campbell knew that Townshend had admitted to breaking the law and had accepted the consequences.

Duncan Campbell’s arguments against Operation Ore – initially well received – were cast under a shadow when the computer expert he used, Jim Bates of Computer Investigations, was convicted in March 2008 of falsifying his qualifications and given a six-month suspended prison sentence. As a ‘pioneer of forensic computer analysis’, Bates had until his conviction been used widely by police and prosecutors. He is no longer used as an expert witness by prosecutors.

I presume that this Duncan Campbell is the Duncan Campbell who used to write for the ‘New Statesman’. He did write some good exposes but on one occasion there were complaints from readers when a copy of the ‘New Statesman’ was published with a photo of Duncan Campbell on the cover sporting a visible nasty injury to his face accompanied by words along the lines of ‘What happened when Duncan Campbell met Scotland Yard’ [or the phrase might have been ‘The Met’]. It transpired that Campbell had not been thumped by the police, he had fallen off of his bike after he left the station.

I read the ‘New Statesman’ for years until Brown and I noticed that it was getting light on intellectual content and heavy on features advising one on the sort of wine one should have with one’s meals. When I did used to read ‘New Statesman’, I noticed that there was never a word about the abuse of kids in care or mental health patients of which I had become acutely aware by then, although the plight of a number of other cohorts having a hard time was publicised. Neither was there any admission of certain problems in the NHS which were well-known to everyone who worked within it.

Richard Webster wrote the book ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’, which maintained that there was no serious problem of abuse of kids in care in north Wales and that the bellyaching in north Wales was the result of hysteria, a witch hunt and Alison Taylor telling porkies. The ‘New Statesman’ published a libellous article about Alison in the wake of the Waterhouse Report which was written by Richard Webster, ‘Can A Whistleblower Be Wrong?’ Alison sued – she represented herself – and won. It was admitted by the ‘New Statesman’ that they published the article on the grounds that Alison would not be able to afford to sue them. Alison accepted a settlement.

When that article was published, ‘New Statesman’ was owned by New Labour big wig and millionaire Geoffrey Robertson.

 

It was reported in the ‘Mail Online’ that Townshend also claimed to have been sexually abused himself and gave this as a possible reason for his interest in child porn: ‘I believe I was sexually abused between the age of five and six and a half when in the care of my maternal grandmother who was mentally ill at the time. I cannot remember clearly what happened, but my creative work tends to throw up nasty shadows – particularly in ‘Tommy”.

So Townshend didn’t encounter sexual abuse throughout his long career and friendships with people who used rent boys and sexually exploited vulnerable people – it happened as a result of a mentally ill grandmother…

The reference to ‘Tommy’ will have been the Uncle Ernie scene, in which Uncle Ernie, a stereotypical dirty old man dressed in a flasher’s mac, molests a ‘deaf, dumb and blind’ boy whilst singing ‘You won’t shout as I fiddle about’. Kids with sensory disabilities are often targeted by people who sexually assault them, but their assailants are as likely to be health and welfare professionals as the Uncle Ernies of the world – Uncle Ernies don’t usually have unsupervised access to disabled kids, but Top Docs, Angels, social workers, carers, teachers and others do.

The Torygraph published an article in which Townshend maintained that he had only accessed the child porn site to demonstrate that British banks were channelling child porn profits. Which they may well be, but I’m not sure that using your credit card to access the sites yourself and join in the fun is quite the way to expose what the banks are doing. Townsend stated that ‘I felt I had an understanding, and I could help’. Which is exactly what Dr Dafydd Alun Jones said on every occasion that he was challenged after being caught doing something unacceptable.

Townshend was also quoted in the Torygraph as saying that he suffered from ‘White Knight Syndrome’. I have never heard of such a condition, but according to Townshend, it afflicts those ‘who like to be seen to be helping’. I don’t know if White Knight Syndrome will be appearing in DSM soon, but Dafydd is clearly a fellow sufferer. During every investigation into Dafydd, his explanation for whatever serious malpractice he was involved has been ‘I was only trying to help’. He even went on TV and said that after Mary Wynch won her case and accompanied it with the comment ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation’. Then bugger me if Dafydd didn’t say exactly the same thing to Robert Bluglass after I complained about him – ‘Well I found myself in this bizarre situation and I was only trying to help’.

Dafydd – take it from me, if you do not threaten women and then have them unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in psychiatric hospitals when they fail to succumb to your threats, you will find yourself in far fewer bizarre situations and you will not need to help quite so often. It’ll save you a lot of bother and it will be far cheaper for whichever organisation is stupid enough to employ you, because legal fees do mount up when Top Docs find themselves in bizarre situations and try to help in this manner.

 

Townshend was also quoted in one press report as saying that he had been accused of being a paedophile because he had a big nose. Not only is Peter Townshend’s nose not that big, but I rather suspect that the reason for the cloud of suspicion was his accessing a child porn website rather than his nose. As was said in Monty Python’s Life of Brian, ‘blessed are the big noses’ – a film which was co-authored by and starred Graham Chapman, a man who enjoyed sex with underaged boys (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Chapman didn’t claim to be undertaking research when he was questioned by the police, he just told them to take a running jump because he was a Top Doctor. Chapman qualified at Bart’s, which was where Dafydd’s protector Prof Linford Rees worked for years (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Townshend’s wiki entry doesn’t mention that caution for child porn and the five years on the sex offenders register, but it does have a great deal about his charidee work and explains that in 1974 Pete played a benefit show which was organised to raise funds for the Camden Square Community Play Centre.

The earliest public example of Townshend’s charidee work was in 1968, when he donated the use of his former Wardour Street apartment to the Meher Baba Association. The following year, the Association was moved to another Townshend-owned apartment in Eccleston Square. Townshend sat on a committee which oversaw the operation and finances of the centre.

In 1969 and 1972, Townshend produced two limited-release albums, Happy Birthday and I Am, for the London-based Baba Association. This led to 1972’s Who Came First, 15 percent of the revenue of which went to the Baba Association. In 1976 there was a further release, With Love. A boxed set of all three limited releases on CD, Avatar, was released in 2000, with all profits going to the Avatar Meher Baba Trust in India, which provided funds to a dispensary, school, hospital and pilgrimage centre.

In July 1976, Townshend opened Meher Baba Oceanic, a London activity centre for Baba followers, which featured film dubbing and editing facilities, a cinema and a recording studio. The centre also served as a regular meeting place for Baba followers. Townshend offered very economical lodging for American followers who needed an overnight stay on their pilgrimages to India. Townshend wrote in a 1977 Rolling Stone article:

Townshend also embarked on a MEFA, the Meher Baba European Film Archive, project dedicated to the collection, restoration and maintenance of Meher Baba-related films.

Townshend has been a champion of children’s charities. The debut of Pete Townshend’s stage version of ‘Tommy’ in San Diego’s in July 1992 was earmarked as a benefit for the London-based Nordoff-Robbins Music Therapy Foundation, an organisation which helps children with autism and intellectual disability.

Townshend performed at a 1995 benefit organised by Paul Simon at Madison Square Garden’s Paramount Theatre for the Children’s Health Fund. The following year, Townshend performed at a benefit for the annual Bridge School Benefit, a California facility for children with severe speech and physical impairments, with concerts organised by Neil and Pegi Young. In 1997, Townshend established a relationship with Maryville Academy, a Chicago area children’s charity. Between 1997-02, Townshend played five benefit shows for Maryville Academy, raising at least $1,600,000. His 1998 album ‘A Benefit for Maryville Academy’ was made to support their activities and proceeds from the sales of his release were donated to them.

As a member of ‘The Who’, Townshend has also performed a series of concerts, beginning in 2000, to benefit the Teenage Cancer Trust in the UK, which raised several million pounds. In 2005, Townshend performed at New York’s Gotham Hall for Samsung’s ‘Four Seasons of Hope’, an annual children’s charity fundraiser. In the same year, he donated a smashed guitar to the Pediatric Epilepsy Project.

On 4 Nov 2011, Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend launched the Daltrey/Townshend Teen and Young Adult Cancer Program at the Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles, to be funded by The Who’s charity ‘Who Cares’. The launch, followed on 5 November by a fund-raising event, was also attended by Robert Plant and Dave Grohl. 

Townshend has also advocated for drug rehabilitation. In a 1985 radio interview, he said:

You’ll be delighted to know Pete that Dafydd comes highly recommended by class A drug users. As one said to me – after he’d served a prison sentence for armed robbery – ‘DA’s great, he’ll give you anything that you want, anything that you ask for. And he’ll always give you a  good for court report’.

The ‘large clinic’ to which Townshend was referring to was a plan he and drug rehabilitation experimenter Meg Patterson had devised to open a drug treatment facility in London; however, the plan failed to come to fruition. Two early 1979 concerts by ‘The Who’ raised £20,000 for Patterson’s Pharmakon Clinic in Sussex.

Further examples of Townshend’s drug rehabilitation activism took place in the form of a 1984 benefit concert, an article he wrote a few days later for the ‘Mail on Sunday’ urging better care for the nation’s addicts and the formation of a charitable organisation, Double-O Charities, to raise funds for the causes he’d championed. Townshend also sold fund-raising anti-heroin T-shirts at a series of UK Bruce Springsteen concerts and reportedly financed a trip for former Clash drummer Topper Headon to undergo drug rehabilitation treatment. Townshend’s 1985–86 band, ‘Deep End’, played two benefits at Brixton Academy in 1985 for Double-O.

In 1979 Townshend donated his services to Amnesty when he performed three songs for its benefit show ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’. That was of course the event at which Peter Cook performed his wonderful satire ‘Entirely a Matter For You’ in which he sent up the summing up of the judge who presided over Jeremy Thorpe’s trial. Cook’s performance included memorable lines about the  hitman not even being able to carry out a simple murder plot without cocking the whole thing up and a man with a criminal past but no criminal future…

Why am I reminded of Huw Daniel every time that I watch ‘Entirely a Matter For You?’

Townshend had been invited to perform for Amnesty by Martin Lewis, the producer of ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’, who stated later that Townshend’s participation had been the key to his securing the subsequent participation for Amnesty (in the 1981 sequel show) of Sting, Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, Phil Collins and Bob Geldof.

 

Townshend’s band mate Keith Moon was an old flame of Kathy Ethingham’s. I won’t recite in detail the highlights of Moon the Loon’s life here – readers will no doubt be aware of the Rolls Royce in the swimming pool,  the wrecked hotel rooms, the TVs chucked out of the window because the hotel staff were not up to Moon’s exacting requirements, the explosions in the bogs etc, but there are a few aspects of Moon’s life and death that are worth mentioning.

Keith Moon had a very serious drug and alcohol problem which by the end of his life was said by his friends to have sent him quite mad – Moon’s mates might have been describing an amphetamine-induced psychosis. Moon died in Sept 1978 of an overdose of Heminevrin, a drug prescribed to combat alcohol abuse. Heminevrin was routinely prescribed to people withdrawing from alcohol – although I’m not sure whether that is still the case. The problem with Heminevrin is – like so many drugs prescribed to people who are prone to not being particularly stable – that Heminevrin is lethal if not used properly.

By the time that Moon was given a massive quantity of Heminevrin to take home and play with, his excesses were very well known and had been the subject of much media coverage. Some very nasty things had also happened to some of the people associated with Keith Moon.

On 4 Jan 1970 Moon accidentally killed his friend, driver and bodyguard, Neil Boland, outside the Red Lion pub in Hatfield. Pub patrons had begun to attack his Bentley and Moon, drunk, began driving to escape them. During the fracas, he hit Boland. After an investigation, the coroner ruled Boland’s death an accident and Moon received an absolute discharge after being charged with a number of offences. Those close to Moon said that he was haunted by Boland’s death for the rest of his life and Moon had nightmares about the incident and said he had no right to be alive.

I’d be interested to find out how on earth Keith Moon got out of that one, even if he did feel terrible about it afterwards. As someone who was fined £60 for staring at a colleague of a paedophile gang who had unlawfully imprisoned me after encountering her in a supermarket (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’), I am confident that if I had run over and killed someone whilst pissed, I would receive a little more that an absolute discharge.

In 1973 Moon’s wife Kim, convinced that neither she nor anyone else could moderate Keith’s behaviour, left Moon and took their daughter. Kim sued for divorce in 1975. Moon’s friends stated that Moon ‘couldn’t handle’ Kim leaving him and that she was ‘the only woman he loved’. So obviously to show how much he loved her, Moon harassed Kim with phone calls and on one occasion before Kim sued for divorce, sent several heavies in pursuit of her, forcing Kim to hide in a walk-in closet after the thugs broke into her home. Kim died in a car accident in Texas in Aug 2006.

In 1975 Moon began a relationship with model Annette Walter-Lax. She begged Malibu neighbour Larry Hagman (JR of ‘Who shot JR?’ fame) to check Moon into a clinic to dry out (as he had attempted to do before), but when doctors recorded Moon’s chemical intake at breakfast – a bottle of champagne, Courvoisier and amphetamines – they concluded that there was no hope for his rehabilitation.

Hagman had a long and successful TV career in the US and in the UK. He knew many of those who hung out with Dafydd’s umbrella Linford Rees’s actress daughter Angharad Rees and her husband Christopher Cazenove (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Early in The Who’s career, Moon got to know The Beatles. He would join them at clubs, forming a particularly close friendship with Ringo Starr. The Ringo who was a neighbour of one of F’s friends…Moon later became friends with Viv Stanshall, a man who was networked with Graham Chapman et al and who died in odd circumstances in March 1995, before there was any chance of him blabbing in the wake of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘ The International Language Of Screaming’). In the early 1970s Moon helped Stanshall with his ‘Radio Flashes’ radio show for BBC Radio 1, filling in for the vacationing John Peel. Subsequently, in 1973, Moon himself filled in for John Peel in ‘A Touch of the Moon’. The John Peel who went to school in Deganwy in north Wales and who was later so helpful in creating rock stars out of the offspring of the paedophiles’ friends in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the Waterhouse Report (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

In 1974, Moon struck up a friendship with the drunken git Oliver Reed of ‘I’ve got a tattoo on my penis, would you ladies like to see it?’ fame. The Ollie who wrestled naked in mud with other men, lest anyone might suspect him of having homophilic tendencies.  

Keith Moon was mates with Graham Chapman who, as well as regularly visiting north Wales with his 13 year old ‘adopted son’, used to dip his penis – presumably untattooed – in folk’s drinks in pubs near his house in Belsize Park. He didn’t receive a kick in the carregs because he wasn’t in Wetherspoons in Caernarfon, he was a zany Python within spitting distance of Hamptead, so it was OK.

In mid-1978 Moon moved into a flat in Curzon Place, Mayfair, renting from singer Harry Nilsson. (The wiki entry for Nilsson states that he died of a heart attack in 1994 at 52 years of age – which is a bit weird because I can remember when he was found dead and I seem to remember that the media reports stated that it was thought that he’d killed himself. Nilsson was a close friend of Ringo.) The singer Cass Elliot had died in the same flat four years earlier, at the age of 32. Cass’s wiki entry states that she too died of a heart attack. Curiouser and curiouser – Cass Elliot definitely choked to death, on, I understand, a ham sandwich. I wonder if someone has been busy amending wiki? Nilsson was concerned about letting the flat to Moon, believing it was cursed. Townshend disagreed, assuring him that ‘lightning wouldn’t strike the same place twice’.

After moving in, Moon began a prescribed course of Heminevrin. He wanted to get sober, but he had a fear of psychiatric hospitals – very wise – so he wanted to detox at home. Heminevrin is discouraged for unsupervised detox  because of its addictive potential, its tendency to induce tolerance and the risk of death when mixed with alcohol. The pills were prescribed by Dr Geoffrey Dymond, a Top Doctor from Harley Street. Dymond prescribed a bottle of 100 pills, instructing Moon to take one pill when he felt a craving for alcohol but not more than three pills per day.

On 6 Sept 1978 Moon and Annette dined with the McCartneys in Covent Garden, after a party. David Frost was a guest at the party – the Frost who conveniently pegged out on a cruise in Aug 2013 in the midst of Operation Pallial and the Macur Review and who’s death was followed by the sudden death of his 31 year old Miles not long afterwards (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Moon watched a film – ‘The Abominable Dr Phibes’ no less – and asked Annette to cook him steak and eggs. When she objected, Moon replied, ‘If you don’t like it, you can fuck off’. He then took 32 Heminevrin tablets. When Annette checked on Moon the following afternoon, she found him dead.

Police determined that there were 32 Heminevrin pills in Moon’s system. Six were digested, sufficient to cause his death; the other 26 were undigested when he died. Max Glatt – one of many Top Docs who has previously starred on this blog (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) – wrote in The Sunday Times that Moon should never have been given the drug.

When Moon’s friends discovered how lethal Heminevrin is in overdose they were all baffled as to why the Abominable Dr Dymond prescribed so many for him. The Abominable Dr Dymond maintained that he was ‘unaware’ of Moon’s lifestyle.

In 1978 I was a school girl in Somerset. Even I knew about Keith Moon’s lifestyle, as did my friends and I had never been to London in my life, so how the Rolls Royces in the swimming pools etc escaped Geoffrey Dymond’s notice I don’t know.

Interviews with Moon’s mates suggest that they put a great deal of trust in Dymond and his abilities to ‘look after’ Keith Moon and just assumed that the Top Doctor had made an inexplicable error. I am happy to tell Moon’s surviving friends that a lot of Top Docs detest patients a lot less twattish than Keith Moon – and by the time that he died, Moon really was a twat of the highest order who had pissed off a great many people. Whilst working in medical research and in my capacity as a patient I have heard Top Docs and their associates express such callous attitudes towards patients and follow this up with criminally negligent conduct of such a magnitude that the general public would not believe that it ever happens.  Take it from me, they help people on their way. I have heard the most shocking comments made by Top Doctors after distressed colleagues – let alone patients – of theirs have killed themselves and I know of at least three suicides of mental health patients which could have been avoided with very little effort but that effort was quite deliberately not made. When faced with someone like Keith Moon, a lot of Top Doctors really could not give a fuck.

How are you Dafydd and Keith Fearns? Is it not ironic that it was Tony Francis who committed suicide rather than me? You didn’t expect that did you? Christ almighty, all I did was complain about Gwynne the lobotomist and catch Tony Francis out on a lie and WW III was declared. To paraphrase Morrissey : ‘They bear more grudges/Than lonely High Court judges’…

 

F repeatedly told me, whilst he related anecdotes from his youth in the bosom of Ringo et al, that ‘they hated us’.

 

Another bedfellow of Kathy Etchingham’s was Brian Jones, the original leader of the Rolling Stones. F always maintained that Brian Jones was murdered. Jones died in July 1969 – he was found motionless at the bottom of his pool at Cotchford Farm. His girlfriend Anna Wohlin maintained that Jones was still alive when he was taken out of the pool but Top Doctors arrived at the scene ‘too late’ and pronounced him dead. The verdict was of death by misadventure. It was Sussex Police who stood accused of failing to investigate the allegations that Jones was murdered or to have even concealed a murder.

Brian Jones was someone else who developed drug and alcohol problems and was identifiably quite seriously mentally ill by the time that he died.

Brian Jones seems to have been treated very callously by many of those around him. When asked if he felt guilty about Jones’ death, Mick Jagger told ‘Rolling Stone’ in 1995: ‘No, I don’t really. I do feel that I behaved in a very childish way, but we were very young and in some ways we picked on him. But, unfortunately, he made himself a target for it; he was very, very jealous, very difficult, very manipulative and if you do that in this kind of a group of people you get back as good as you give, to be honest. I wasn’t understanding enough about his drug addiction.’ 

Ah well Brian Jones was manipulative unlike Mr Clean Mick, so who gives a stuff that he was treated badly and found dead in suspicious circumstances. Mick is now what Viz magazine calls a ‘shag relative’ of Rupert Murdoch ie. Mick has shagged someone that Murdoch has shagged. Or at least married. So I doubt that we’ll be reading much about any interpretation of Jones’s character other than that he was ‘manipulative’ and people ‘didn’t understand’.

 

Kathy also had a relationship with Georgie Fame. Georgie is still alive but his wife Nicolette, the Marchioness of Londonderry, isn’t. Her body was found beneath the Clifton Suspension Bridge in Aug 1993 and it was assumed that she had jumped. At the time, it was reported that Nicolette was seen on the bridge, approached someone, gave them her name and asked them to ‘raise the alarm’. Whether they did or not I don’t know – Nicolette’s body was found later. A statement was given to the media explaining that Nicolette had been under the care of an expensive Top Doctor because she was distraught at the menopause and by her children leaving the nest. As someone who has now had a menopause, I can confirm that there is no need to even bother to read the volumes of rubbish that are published by the likes of Miriam Stoppard to ‘guide one through it’, let alone chuck oneself off the Clifton Suspension Bridge, it really is not that much of a big deal if you keep away from Top Doctors recommending unnecessary things like HRT. Some people do feel bereft when their children leave home, but women are no longer put in the dustbin when that happens and a lot of them have a great time, particularly if they’re a Marchioness. I cannot help suspecting that there might have been something far more serious worrying Nicolette than the menopause and the kids moving out.

Georgie Fame’s first job was at Butlins in Pwllheli. Like Kathy Etchingham, he went to London and the age of 16 and hit the music scene.

August 1993. Just before the North Wales Police wound up their investigation into the possible existence of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales and declared that there was no evidence of any such thing.

 

The coroner who carried out the inquest into the death of Jimi Hendrix was Lt Col Gavin Thurston. Thurston was educated at Dulwich College and Guy’s Hospital Medical School. He served in the RAMC from 1939-45 in India and NW Europe. Thurston was called to the Bar in 1952 but never practised.

Thurston came under the influence of an older Guy’s man, Percy Barnard Skeels, a solicitor of the City firm of Hoddinott & Skeels, then HM coroner to metropolitan Essex. Thurston was appointed as Skeels’s deputy in 1949. He was appointed as Westminster coroner in 1956 and occupied this post until his death in 1980. Thurston served as Treasurer, Secretary and President to the Coroner’s Society and was President of the Medico-Legal Society in 1969. He was a member of the British Academy of Forensic Sciences and for a short period a lecturer at the West London Medical School. Thurston sat on the Council of the MDU, 1960-80.

Thurston lived in Sussex and was married to Janet, another Top Doctor who specialised in community medicine. Janet accompanied Thurston to medico-legal and forensic meetings. After Thurston died, in 1982 Janet married a colleague of Thurston’s, the pathologist Professor Keith Simpson, who also spent a career investigating suspicious deaths that could prove difficult for high profile people. More details about Keith Simpson can be found in my post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’.

Thurston had a son, John, who was also a Top Doctor. A Dr John Thurston, an A&E Top Doctor at Joyce Green Hospital, Dartford, contributed to one of those regular BBC News Online reports regarding How Fucking Daft All The Patients Are. Top Doc Thurston was able to tell the BBC that ‘people really can be stupid’. The Top Docs are often somewhat conflicted over the intelligence of patients. Top Doctor Devakumar, one of the paedophiles’ friends who was employed at the Hergest Unit for many years, once yelled at me ‘you are stupid’ because I did insist on complaining about Dafydd. Yet Devakumar was also a signatory to the documents detailed in previous blog posts in which the BMA, MDU and many other people were told that I was a wicked genius who needed to be banged up in a secure unit asap. Perhaps I should consider myself fortunate – in one ward round Devakumar rolled up his sleeves and told a male patient that he’d fight him whenever he wanted.

‘As experienced psychiatrists we are used to patients who are aggressive to us and have training in de-escalation techniques’ wrote Dr Sadie Francis in one letter to Hempsons, detailing the problem that was me, after Hempsons had written to her and Tony Francis and them that they were ‘over-reacting’ and strongly advised them not to pursue litigation against me.

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

At the time of writing, ‘The Guardian’ website features yet another article about Dangerous Psychiatric Patients attacking Top Doctors and Angels. It is a ‘global problem’ according to ‘The Guardian’.

 

Gavin Thurston was certainly Coroner to the Stars. His cases included Keith Moon, Cass Elliot, Stephen Ward (the scapegoat of the Profumo Affair – see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’), Judy Garland, Professor Gordon Fairley, Airey Neave, Sandra Rivett (Lord Lucan’s nanny) and Georgi Markov.

 

 

The Top Doctor who carried out the autopsy on Hendrix was pathologist Dr Donald Teare. Teare was from the Isle of Man and his father was a newspaper proprietor who also became a member of the House of Keys. Teare was educated at King William’s College on the Isle of Man and Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. He trained at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Teare began his career as a lecturer in forensic medicine at Bart’s Hospital Medical College. He was Reader and then Professor of Forensic Medicine at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School, 1963-75. Teare was also a lecturer at the Metropolitan Police College, Hendon. He served as President of the MDU and President of the British Association of Forensic Medicine; President of the Association of Forensic Pathologists; President of the Medico-Legal Society, 1965-66. Teare was given a personal Chair in the University of London in 1968.

Donald Teare worked on many celebrity corpses and his famous cases included the murder of Beryl Evans and her baby Geraldine – for which Timothy Evans was hanged only to be posthumously cleared – and Podola (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Together with Prof Keith Simpson and Prof Francis Camps, Teare was one of the ‘Three Musketeers’, who dealt with almost all the suspicious deaths in the London area. Teare retired in 1975 and in Jan 1979 on the Isle of Man, at the age of 67.

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

The Royal College of Physicians website ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ section informs us that Donald Teare was ‘much respected and loved – a combination not always achieved by men of distinction in medicine’. Someone’s been telling porkies then, because a read through the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ reveals numerous distinguished Top Docs who were outstandingly brilliant, wonderful with patients, revered by everyone and had hearts of gold. In the cases of Top Doctors who were so obnoxious that even the Royal College of Physicians can’t pass them off as being lovely, it is stressed that they were really just very shy and no-one knew that within the complete bastard was a cuddly fluffy bunny. It was a CK Simpson who wrote Teare’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ entry, who I suspect was Keith Simpson, Teare’s mate.

Thurston and Teare were both Top Docs to Scotland Yard and the Royal Family. Thurston was Deputy Coroner to the Royal Household.

 

I really am looking forward to reading Dafydd’s obituaries. A friend has already instructed me to pay a special tribute to Dafydd on this blog when he finally turns his toes up. When Lucille pegs out I could write a little piece along the lines of ‘together in heaven for ever’…

 

Professor Francis Camps was the son of Dr Percy William Leopold Camps, a GP and surgeon. Camps was educated at Marlborough College, followed by Guy’s Hospital. He went on to postgraduate studies at the Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine and the Neuchâtel University, Switzerland. Camps took up the post of pathologist at the Chelmsford and Essex Hospital. He was Reader and then Professor of Forensic Medicine at the London Hospital Medical School; President of the International Association of Forensic Scientists; President of the British Association and Secretary General, British Academy of Forensic Sciences.

Camps worked on, amongst others, the Dr John Bodkin Adams case in 1956 where he identified 163 suspicious deaths and was an expert witness in the trial the following year. However, Adams was acquitted of murdering one of his patients, owing to lack of evidence of motive, among other uncertainties. Harriet Harman’s father Dr John  Harman gave evidence supportive of Bodkin Adams, although Harman had very little experience in the matters on which he gave ‘expert evidence’.

Camps gave evidence during the trial of John Christie in 1953, having produced a detailed and comprehensive report on the many bodies found at 10 Rillington Place. The bodies were well preserved and so much relevant information could be gleaned from their condition. His report showed a consistent pattern of attack by Christie, most of the intact victims having been sexually molested and strangled. Beryl and Geraldine Evans had alone been strangled and their bodies were exhumed to be re-examined for Christie’s trial – by then Timothy Evans had already been convicted of their murders and hanged.

The skeletal remains of Christie’s older victims buried in the back garden at Rillington Place provided less information, although it proved possible to identify the women involved. There could be little doubt that Christie had murdered them all, that Timothy Evans was innocent and that he had been wrongly executed. The forensic and witness evidence pointed to a serious miscarriage of justice, although it was contested by a series of lawyers and politicians well after the events.

Several authors, including Ludovic Kennedy, pointed out the many contradictions and errors in the Crown’s case and the innocence of Evans is now widely accepted, by the public, experts and by the Crown itself.

 

Thurston and Teare were involved in having the final say regarding a few other suspicious celebrity deaths as well.

Tara Browne died in a car crash in Chelsea in 1966 – she was a friend of Paul McCartney’s. Jane Asher was Paul McCartney’s girlfriend whose dad Dr Richard Asher’s body was found in 1969 in the basement of the family home at Wimpole Street after he had been missing for days. It was deemed that Dr Asher died by suicide. McCartney had previously lived at the Asher’s Wimpole Street home in the mid-60s. Dr Asher was an endocrinologist and haematologist with an interest in the physical fators contributing to mental illness. He was the senior physician responsible for mental observations at the Central Middlesex Hospital but for some reason in 1964 his job was given to a psychiatrist. Asher was so upset by this that he effectively gave up medicine. In my experience this sort of thing is usually a consequence of war being declared upon someone who has fallen foul of their colleagues, rather than bearing any relation to their clinical skills. Dr Asher had possible connections with Profumo via Stephen Ward.

 

Donald Teare also performed the autopsy on Brian Epstein, the manager of ‘The Beatles’ and Cilla Black. Epstein died in Aug 1967, at his home in Kingsley Hill.

Epstein’s homosexuality was not publicly known until some years after his death, although it had been an open secret among his friends and business associates. Whilst Epstein was in the Army, he commissioned a tailor to make an officer’s uniform for him that he wore when cruising the bars of London, but was arrested one night by the Military Police for impersonating an officer. Epstein managed to avoid a court martial by agreeing to see an Army psychiatrist, who learned of Epstein’s sexuality. After 10 months he was discharged from the Army for being ’emotionally and mentally unfit’. 

Epstein spent a year studying acting at RADA, but dropped out shortly after his arrest for ‘persistent importuning’ outside a men’s public toilet in Swiss Cottage. McCartney said that when Epstein started to manage The Beatles they knew that he was homosexual but did not care, because he encouraged them professionally and offered them access to previously ‘off-limits’ social circles. John Lennon was often sarcastic about Epstein’s homosexuality but no-one outside the inner circle was allowed to comment. Ian Sharp, one of Lennon’s art school friends, when talking about Epstein, asked, ‘Which one of you [Beatles] does he fancy?’ Sharp was sent a letter by Epstein’s office within 48 hours that demanded a complete apology. Sharp apologised but received a letter from McCartney directing him to have no contact with any of them in the future. Epstein went on holiday to places such as Amsterdam, Torremolinos and Barcelona or Manchester at weekends, as the attitude to gays there was more tolerant than Liverpool.

In his autobiography, Pete Best, a close associate of The Beatles, stated that one evening Epstein expressed his ‘very fond admiration’. Epstein then supposedly said, ‘Would you find it embarrassing if I ask you to stay in a hotel overnight?’ Best replied that he was not interested and the two never mentioned the incident again. There were reports of a brief sexual encounter between Lennon and Epstein during a four day holiday in Barcelona in April 1963, although Lennon always denied the rumours. Male homosexual activity was not decriminalised in England and Wales until one month after Epstein’s death.

Epstein used stimulants, usually Preludin, which did not require a prescription at the time. Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, and Starr also used it. Epstein developed dependencies on carbromal, a barbiturate-like sedative/hypnotic drug.

In 1964 Epstein was introduced to cannabis by Bob Dylan. Epstein later became heavily involved in the 1960s drug scene. Whilst the Beatles’ album Sgt Pepper was being recorded, Epstein spent his time on holiday, or at the Priory Clinic in Putney, where he tried unsuccessfully to curb his drug use. 

In June 1967, after McCartney had admitted to LSD use, Epstein defended him to the media, stating that he had taken the drug, too.

Epstein attended a traditional shiva in Liverpool after his father died, having just come out of the Priory Clinic where he had been trying to cure his acute insomnia and addiction to amphetamines. On 24 Aug 1967 Epstein asked Peter Brown and Geoffrey Ellis down to Kingsley Hill – Epstein’s country home in Warbleton Sussex – for the weekend. After they arrived, Epstein decided to drive back to London alone because an expected group of rent boys he had invited failed to arrive, although they did turn up after Epstein left. Epstein phoned Brown at 5 pm the next day from his Chapel Street house in London. Brown thought that Epstein sounded ‘very groggy’, and suggested that he take a train back instead of driving under the influence of Tuinals. Epstein replied that he would eat something, read his mail and watch Juke Box Jury before phoning Brown to tell him which train to meet. He never called again.

Epstein died of an overdose of the barbiturate Carbitral in his locked bedroom, on 27 August 1967. He was discovered after his butler had knocked on the door and then hearing no response asked the housekeeper to call the police. Epstein was found on a single bed, dressed in pyjamas, with various correspondence spread over a second single bed. At the inquest his death was ruled an accident, caused by a gradual buildup of Carbitral in his system, combined with alcohol. The Beatles were in Bangor at the time, with the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Epstein had previously agreed to travel to Bangor after the August Bank Holiday. The second of two shows by Jimi Hendrix at Epstein’s Saville Theatre was cancelled on the evening of his death.

Peter Brown wrote in his memoir that he had once found a suicide note written by Epstein and had spoken with him about it. According to Brown the note read in part, ‘This is all too much and I can’t take it any more’. Brown had also found a will made by Epstein. When confronted with the notes, Epstein told Brown that he would be grateful if Brown did not tell anyone. He explained that when he wrote the note and composed the will he had simply taken one pill too many, and that he had no intention of overdosing, promising to be more careful in the future. Epstein’s doctor, Norman Cowan, was prescribing the drugs. The coroner, Thurston, told the Westminster inquest that Epstein’s death was caused by an overdose of Carbitral, and ruled it as an accidental death. The pathologist, Teare, stated that Epstein had been taking bromide in the form of Carbitral for some time and that the barbiturate level in Epstein’s blood was a ‘low fatal level’.

Bromide was famously used by Top Docs to suppress the sexual urges of men who were suspiciously gay, although Top Docs often deny this.

The Beatles did not attend Epstein’s funeral, both to allow his family some privacy and to avoid attracting fans and the media. Epstein was buried in the Long Lane Jewish Cemetery, Aintree. The service at the graveside was held by Rabbi Dr Norman Solomon, who stated that Epstein was ‘a symbol of the malaise of our generation’.

Whatever Epstein did paled into insignificance when compared to that cartel of Top Doctors.

 

It is worth discussing another Top Doctor who was called upon the investigate many suspicious deaths as well, Professor David Bowen. As Head of Forensic Medicine at Charing Cross Hospital between 1973-89 and Professor of Forensic Medicine at London University from 1977-89, Bowen investigated some 500 cases of murder and suspicious deaths.

In Feb 1983 Det Ch Insp Peter Jay, head of Hornsey CID, arrived at Bowen’s office at Charing Cross and showed him several strips of skin and four small bones which had been recovered from a house in Muswell Hill, where blocked drains had been reported. The strips had a few fine hairs and appeared to have been partially boiled; initially they were thought to have come from the skin of a chicken. But Bowen was certain they were human. Noticing indentations on the surface of the skin, Bowen remarked that it might well have come from someone who had been strangled.

On the strength of Bowen’s advice, the detective returned to north London to await the arrival home from work of Dennis Nilsen, a 37 year old civil servant with the Manpower Services Commission. ‘I’ve come about your drains,’ said Jay.

That evening Bowen was called to make an initial examination of Nilsen’s flat at Cranley Gardens, Muswell Hill and was immediately struck by its unpleasant foetid atmosphere. When he examined two plastic bin bags taken from the wardrobe he found human chest tissue, expertly dissected from the rib cage and an almost complete human torso. He also found the upper half of a second torso with arms but no hands; a decomposed skull; and the freshly decapitated head of Nilsen’s last victim. In total Bowen counted up the major parts of two bodies plus a recently dismembered one which was easily identified by fingerprints. In this case, the head had been parboiled in a stockpot which Nilsen kept on his stove. Nilsen said the other two had died in March and Sept 1982.

At his previous address in Melrose Avenue, Cricklewood, Nilsen had dismembered another 12 victims and buried them under his floorboards. To make way for newcomers as space became tight, he progressively transferred the remains to his garden, burning them on huge bonfires before crushing the residuum with a heavy roller. Bowen and a colleague identified enough bone fragments retrieved from the topsoil to establish that at least six bodies were represented. At Nilsen’s trial, the jury found him guilty on six charges of murder.

At the time, the Nilson case involved the disposal of more bodies by one man than in any other case in British criminal history.

 

I remember the media coverage of the Dennis Nilsen case well. Some of the comments in court regarding Nilsen’s ‘madness’ were very stereotypical and quite farcical and although it was clear that human remains had been found, there was much confusion and speculation over exactly how many people Nilsen was alleged to have killed. Then there was the question that everybody was asking – why were none of the men whom Nilsen was alleged to have killed ever reported missing? The conversation at the time centred around how sad it was that numerous young single homeless men had been murdered by Nilsen and no-one even missed them. Some years after Dennis Nilsen was convicted, I encountered Dr Paul Bowden, one of the ‘experts’ in the Nilsen case. Paul Bowden was one of those called upon the ‘assess’ me when the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales perjured themselves and had me arrested in early 1991. Bowden was one of those who knew about the criminality of Dafydd et al but who said nothing (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Bowden worked at the Maudsley, where Dafydd had ‘trained’ and Bowden had also worked closely with Professor Robert Bluglass, who concealed the criminal conduct of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services et al in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Many years ago I found the transcript of a public lecture that Bluglass had given, of a ‘my brilliant career’ type. Bluglass waxed lyrical about murderers that he had known but failed to mention that there was a dearth of evidence in some of the cases that he discussed, there was merely rumour and speculation. Bluglass discussed Dennis Nilsen – the journal in which the lecture was published  was illustrated by photos. Someone had recreated the imagined scene in Dennis Nilsen’s kitchen where he was alleged to have boiled someone’s decapitated head on the stove and for effect there were tufts of hair sticking out from under the saucepan lid. The journal was very complimentary about this touch. Now if one of Bluglass’s patients had done that for a laugh, it would have been recorded in triplicate and used as evidence as to how dangerous that patient was for years to come. In much the same way that Dafydd and Bluglass agreed that I was really quite mad and dangerous because I called Dafydd a wanker, yet Bluglass’s daughter Amanda – who fancies herself as an avant garde artist – can embroider a sampler with ‘Happy Fucking Holidays’ on it and display it on the internet. I don’t mind if Amanda Bluglass wants to do that, but it certainly illustrates that her father was moving goalposts.

Perhaps Dennis Nilsen did invite all those men back to his house, strangle them, have sex with them and then dismember them in the kitchen as alleged. Someone definitely killed someone, there were some human remains found. But beyond that no-one can be sure of anything very much because so many of the ‘experts’ involved were not only out of their depth but endemically corrupt liars as well.

 

Four years after the Nilsen trial, Bowen worked on the Railway Murders, two of which had been carried out by John Duffy and three by his close friend David Mulcahy. In 1988 Duffy had been convicted of two killings but acquitted of a third – that of Anne Lock – because of lack of evidence.

But 10 years into his sentence, Duffy named Mulcahy as his accomplice in some 25 rapes and three murders near suburban railway stations in north London, including the unsolved killing of Mrs Lock. Unlike the other two victims, she had been suffocated by a sock stuffed into her mouth. In Sept 2000 Bowen returned to the Old Bailey to testify about the tape that had bound Mrs Lock’s hands and was cross-examined on exactly how the tape had been fastened to her fingers, corroborating the story that Duffy had given. As a result Mulcahy was convicted of three murders, seven rapes and five counts of conspiracy to rape and given a whole life sentence.

David Bowen was born at Pontycymmer, near Bridgend, south Wales. After Caterham School and Garw Secondary School, Pontycymmer, Bowen completed a medical degree at University College of Wales in Cardiff and took a Master’s at Corpus Christi, Cambridge. He completed his training at Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Bowen was pretty much the same age as Gwynne the lobotomist – who also trained at the Middlesex. Bowen undertook house officer posts at the West Middlesex and London Chest Hospitals and followed them up with two years in the RMAC.

Such is the nepotism among Top Doctors that Bowen will have known Gwynne and Dafydd.

Bowen trained in clinical pathology and histopathology at the Royal Marsden Hospital and in 1957 was appointed as Demonstrator in Forensic Pathology at St George’s Hospital Medical School.

In his memoirs, Bowen recalled how a telephone call and an interview led to a job as ‘bagman’ to Professor Donald Teare. It was a ‘rare chance to gain a foothold in such a specialised sphere’ and Bowen seized it.

Bowen carried out forensic investigations into many notable cases, including the murder of Ross McWhirter who was shot on the doorstep of his north London home by the IRA in 1975; the death of the teacher Blair Peach at an anti-racism demonstration in London in 1979 and the killing of PC Keith Blakelock, hacked to death in the riots on the Broadwater Farm Estate, Tottenham, in 1985. Bowen also conducted autopsies in the wake of the IRA bomb at the Baltic Exchange in London in April 1992.

In 1999 Bowen was asked to provide a report on the case of Roberto Calvi, head of Italy’s Banco Ambrosiano and known as ‘God’s banker’ because of his close ties to the Vatican. Calvi was found hanging below Blackfriars Bridge in 1982. Bowen had been retained by lawyers acting for Italian insurers dealing with a claim by Calvi’s widow on a $4 million life insurance policy. She and her son insisted the banker did not take his own life, as the police had concluded.

Bowen believed that evidence pointed to Calvi having been forcibly taken to the bridge, possibly by boat, and to his having been the victim of foul play. In 2007 five Italians tried for Calvi’s murder were acquitted.

The Roberto Calvi case is yet another one in which no-one knows what to believe because of the very questionable track records of so many who were involved with it.

Another case of Bowen’s cases was the death in Spandau prison in 1987 of Rudolf Hess. A British consultant surgeon, Hugh Thomas, who attended Hess, sought Bowen’s opinion on the cause of Hess’s death. Bowen scrutinised two separate postmortem reports, one prepared on behalf of the Four Powers (Britain, the United States, the Soviet Union and France) and the other drawn up on behalf of Hess’s family.

The Four Powers believed that the prisoner had hanged himself using electrical cord he had found in a shed. But Bowen agreed with Hess’s son that the alleged method of Hess’s hanging left considerable doubt about the truth of the matter. Suicidal hanging, Bowen noted, usually leaves few marks on the neck or internal tissues because of the invariably short drop. In Hess’s case the autopsy had found bruising in the deeper neck tissues. Such bruising, Bowen reasoned, while unlikely to occur in a case of hanging, is, however, a feature of strangulation.

Bruising to the top of the head – again as found in Hess’s case – is also unlikely to occur in hanging. ‘Doubts must remain’, Bowen concluded, ‘on the reliability of the official statement given concerning the death of Rudolf Hess.’

As well as his London appointments, Bowen was examiner in forensic medicine at the Universities of Saudi Arabia and Colombo, Sri Lanka. David Bowen married, in 1950, Joan Davis, with whom he had two sons and a daughter. Following her death in 1973 he married, in 1975, Helen Landcastle.

Bowen will have been part of the Dafydd and Gwynne network, so once more, who would ever know whether his opinion was worth anything at all.

 

I am left with the possibility that the ‘delusions’ of F are probably as reliable as the expert opinions of the tightly knit bunch of crooks who carried out so many of the autopsies and inquests of those 60s and 70s rock stars. They managed to condemn Timothy Evans to hang, although people were told very clearly at the time that the police had forced a confession out of Evans, had written his statement themselves and that the evidence wasn’t convincing.

The other thing worth noting is that Kathy Etchingham ended up as a Top Doctor’s wife, but when she went to London she was a 16 year old runaway with a troubled background. She was also from Derby – where a paedophile ring with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales operated. Hendrix called Kathy his ‘Yoko Ono From Chester’. Did Kathy end up in London via Chester? Chester was a major part of the north Wales sex trafficking network.

 

There is someone who is still very much alive who could fill us all in on many of the mysteries from swinging London who, like Kathy Etchingham, dines out on her status as someone who was at the heart of it all but who experiences brain fades at very convenient moments – Michael Howard’s wife Sandra, who is the former model known as Sandra Paul.

Michael Howard was the Home Secretary who ruined Mary Wynch as she had the temerity to continue her fight after it was admitted that Dafydd did indeed have Mary unlawfully arrested and imprisoned for a year (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Sandra was the daughter of an RAF Top Doctor and seemed to have been expected to lead a rather pointless life when she was young, so she went to London and ‘became a model’. Sandra boasts of having been photographed by David Bailey and Norman Parkinson. She knew JF Kennedy, Frank Sinatra – aka Ol’ Mafia Connections – and Bob Dylan.

Like Kathy, Sandra stresses that she was never promiscuous, but Sandra did get through quite a few husbands in quite a short time before she married Michael Howard. Sandra’s first husband was the jazz pianist Robin Douglas-Home, nephew of former PM Alec. Sandra and Robin’s divorce occurred at about the same time as Robin was shagging Princess Margaret. Robin killed himself in 1968 after suffering clinical depression. Someone else whom the Top Docs didn’t manage to do much for then. After she divorced Robin, Sandra married publicist David Wynne-Morgan and once she’d finished with him, he moved onto advertising exec Nigel Grandfield. Whilst married to Grandfield, Sandra was at a charity knees up on behalf of the Red Cross when she met Michael Howard, who was at that time still working as a barrister. Howard and Sandra married in 1975.

Michael Howard began life as Michael Hecht. His mum had lived in Wales from the age of six months but his dad was from Romania. What with the UK being populated by so many bigots, Michael’s dad did what many immigrants did and changed his name. Thus Michael was able to rise to the top of a party containing even more racist bastards than the other parties.

Howard was from south west Wales and went to Llanelli Boys’ Grammar School. He then went to Peterhouse College, Cambridge. Whilst a student, Howard was part of the notorious ‘Cambridge mafia’, along with Ken Clarke et al who later filled Thatcher’s Cabinet. Howard was elected as the MP for Folkestone and Hythe in 1983.

Another Tory of that era who came from the Swansea area was Michael Heseltine. Then there was Geoffrey Howe who was born in Port Talbot, the son of a solicitor and coroner. After Bridgend Prep School, Howe went to school in England then went to Trinity Hall where he too became part of the Cambridge mafia. Howe worked as a barrister on the endemically corrupt Wales and Chester Circuit, along with Ronnie Waterhouse and so many others who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and co. Howe investigated the Ely Hospital Scandal in 1969 – conditions at the North Wales Hospital were known to be worse but there was no investigation. Howe was Solicitor General under Heath, 1970-72. Howe served as MP for Bebington on the Wirral, 1964-66, then for Reigate in Surrey, 1970-74, then for East Surrey, 1974-92.

Geoffrey Howe knew about Dafydd and Gwynne (and of course George Thomas) even before Sir Peter Morrison was elected as MP for Chester and began abusing kids in north Wales and Cheshire.

Geoffrey has turned his toes up but his widow Elspeth is still with us. Elspeth is a peer in her own right – Blair made her a People’s Peer, along with all those paedophiles’ friends. Elspeth was Deputy Chairman of the EOC, 1975-79 – so she’ll have known the paedophiles’ friends who log jammed that organisation them – and was Chair of the Broadcasting Standards Commission. Just in case anyone had thought of screening a TV expose of Dafydd et al…

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

Elspeth is a relative of Camilla, as in the Camilla who is married to Prince Charles.

 

Sandra Howard was interviewed by the ‘Express Online’ in 2014, to promote her novel. Sandra stressed although she drew upon her days as a 60s It Girl for her novel, she’ll never write an autobiography. No, she would never dare.

Sandra told the Express that ‘the invitation to the White House came while she was staying with the British ambassador David Ormsby-Gore and his late wife who was godmother to Sandra’s eldest child, Sholto’.

David Ormsby-Gore aka Lord Harlech was later killed in a car crash. After Lord Harlech did that stint as the US Ambassador, Ormsby-Gores have a habit of dying in unfortunate circumstances. Alice Ormsby-Gore was engaged to Eric Clapton – who was a mate of Hendrix’s – and died of a heroin overdose. Eric has since admitted that he introduced Alice to heroin, treated her appallingly, managed to give up heroin himself and left Alice wrecked. One of the Ormsby-Gores shot himself and Francis Ormsby-Gore – who lived near Harlech rather than at the family seat in Shropshire – showed every sign of having come under attack from the paedophiles’ friends. For the full details of the many suspicious deaths among the last two generations of the Ormsby-Gores and the way in which poor Francis found his life falling apart once he’d been helped by the Top Doctors, see post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

Sandra states that she ‘was invited to the White House at a time when the special relationship was extremely special,’ she says.

Sandra met Ol’ Mafia Connections when she was 20, through a friend of her first husband Robin. Sinatra introduced them to Marilyn Monroe. ‘Frank invited us to California to discuss the idea for a book about him and his music. We were with him much of the next three months. Since he was between girlfriends and looking after Marilyn I met her at social events.’

Through Sinatra, Sandra also met Ava Gardner and Ella Fitzgerald. But Marilyn made the biggest impression: ‘Marilyn had to feel loved by all and wanted by every man in the room,’ recalls Sandra of a dinner party where Sinatra insisted everyone was served ‘telly dinners on individual trays’ and she found herself seated next to Marilyn ‘feeling awash with my own inadequacies’.

Never mind Sandra, you might have been green with envy but Marilyn was found dead in questionable circumstances whilst in the care of Top Docs and the down side of Marilyn wanting to feel loved and wanted by every man in the room – or people believing this of her – was that predators like JF Kennedy and Ol’ Mafia Connections moved in on her.

 

I don’t think that F, the Hergest patient whose life was destroyed by Dafydd and the paedophiles as described in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’, personally witnessed the death of anyone like Hendrix or Brian Jones, but he did know people who may well have been at or near the scene.

From what F told me, his life only seemed to begin unravelling after his father died. F had begun his life of excess before then, but he seemed to have a great ability to evade the sort of consequences which other people would have experienced. On one occasion F’s car was stopped and surrounded by armed police, after a prank that he and his friends had played with a replica gun at an airport. The gun was definitely not a real one, but pretending to be conducting an armed robbery was the sort of thing that would have landed most young men in prison. F wasn’t even charged. I heard many such tales from F and in passing he used to sometimes comment that the police were always OK about it because ‘they knew my dad and everyone liked my dad’. F’s dad was a Freemason. F used to stress to me that he had no knowledge of his dad ever abusing that position, as far as he could see Freemasonry was just a benevolent charitable organisation. When F’s dad was dying, he was cared for by the Royal Masonic Hospital and after he died the Masons helped the family financially.

After F’s dad died, F’s family suffered very badly. The family business – which had been a thriving one – went tits up in a major way and his mum, who had grown up in south Africa, returned to Capetown because there was nothing left for her in Surrey.

F then found himself constantly threatened and arrested by the police in Surrey and again when he moved to north Wales in 1979. F really enjoyed his recreational chemicals so there was plenty that the police could legitimately have pursued him for, but the police did a bit better than that. F was constantly fitted up for ludicrous offences which he had not committed. By the time that I knew him, this was undoubtedly happening to F because he was being targeted by Dafydd and the paedophiles.

There was another factor in F’s life as well, a factor that I believe F had seriously underestimated – his father-in-law, who was a society dentist in Surrey and was networked to Top Docs in Harley Street. F knew that his father-in-law hated him, although F did get on very well with his mother-in-law. After he married his wife, C, C revealed to F that her father had offered to pay her not to marry him. C was quite rebellious, didn’t get on with her father anyway and although she had a very volatile relationship with F, in many ways they were incredibly close – they are now pensioners and long divorced, but they still see each other. C refused to be bribed by her father. C later told F that after they married, her father gave her what he called ‘running away money’, a sizeable sum to leave F ‘when’ she decided to do that.

C didn’t ever utilise the running away money, but there were certainly traumas. F was constantly ending up in psychiatric hospitals and some of his experiences in those in the south of England before he ever reached the clutches of Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were quite extraordinary. He was nearly murdered by another patient in one hospital and although he was deemed to be far too ill to look after himself, he was discharged because the doctor on duty judged that the patient who had attempted to murder him was very probably going to try it again and they couldn’t keep F safe. So he was discharged onto the streets. Which is a good deal more common than the Top Docs ever admit.

What was happening throughout this time was that F’s father-in-law was conducting a very cosy relationship with the Top Doctors who were ‘caring for’ F. F did find out about this on two occasions and had serious bust-ups with the Top Docs concerned, but F seemed to think that it had only happened on those two occasions. I suspect that it was happening systematically. F did not like Top Doctors and certainly didn’t trust them, but he had no idea of the depths of corruption in medicine, the professional loyalty that Top Docs feel towards each other which nearly always takes priority over patients’ welfare and that the Harley Street crowd are the worst of the lot. F used to comment that his father-in-law was such a greedy horrible man that dentistry was a most inappropriate profession for him – but greedy horrible people working in healthcare are not unusual. When F first told me about his ‘evil’ father-in-law, I took the view that a society dentist probably wouldn’t be overjoyed at his daughter marrying someone with F’s lifestyle so a clash was inevitable. Then a couple of people whom I knew from Bethesda met F’s father-in-law when he visited his daughter and both of these people – one of whom was a conservative wife of a local businessman – remarked to me ‘gosh, C’s father is a really unpleasant man, I couldn’t feel at ease with him’.

I never met C’s dad, but I suspect that he was the sort of cold sadistic martinet that Gwynne the lobotomist was.

F’s in-laws lived in Weybridge in Surrey, as did he before he moved to north Wales.

Geoffrey Howe was a Surrey MP and senior member of Thatcher’s Gov’t whilst Thatcher’s friend and another member of that Gov’t, Sir Peter Morrison, abused kids that Dafydd delivered. The MP for Weybridge throughout many of the years that F did battle with his father-in-law and whilst F found himself banged up and harassed by Dafydd and the paedophiles, was Sir Michael Grylls – dad of the Boy Scout Bear – who, along with Sir Peter Morrison, was involved in the lobbying scandal re Ian Greer Associates (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

 

I know how Dafydd works and it is by using corrupt contacts within a corrupt network. I think it highly likely that F found himself fitted up in Risley Remand Centre because of some sort of deal that was done between F’s father-in-law and Dafydd. I am not going to name C here or her father-in-law, because we are talking serious organised crime and C is a potential witness. But there is someone else who I think might have played a role as well – someone who knew how corrupt Dafydd was, who didn’t like him but who was very aware of how comfortable his own life was and how difficult it would be if he crossed Dafydd’s path.

Step forward Jeff Crowther, the former psychiatric nursing manager at the Hergest Unit. Jeff came from Guildford, just down the road from F’s father-in-law and Jeff’s mother still lived in Surrey when Jeff worked at the Hergest.

Jeff: They killed your fucking wife for God’s sake and sent a thug after you. I am in hiding and none of them have ever stood trial. You might be prepared to take this sort of shit from a bunch of gangsters but I am not. Hand yourself in and fess up and whilst you are about it name everybody else involved. I do not know how any of you can live with yourselves, you knew what they were doing to people. It’s not as if they treated you any better, why do you think that Lil ‘never recovered’ once she ended up in the hands of Ysbyty Gwynedd? Just how bloody weak are you all? People DIED so that you could keep your job as an Angel and go to festivals with Gareth and Penny every summer – where you hung out with the rock star children of the paedophile gang… Was it really worth it?

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

Only I don’t think that I am quite so fucking green as a bunch of dickwits who colluded with serious organised crime and I’ll be naming all of them. There was barely one person working in the NHS in north Wales who did not know something about the deaths, the organised sex abuse, the large scale drug trafficking and the en masse embezzlement of NHS funds. How about another interview with the ‘Daily Post’ then suckers, telling the world about all those vicious attacks that you have to endure from the Dangerous Psychiatric Patients? Somehow I don’t think that it’s going to save your bacon.

Perhaps John Mullen, the former CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust, who allowed his staff to conduct themselves in this manner and who failed to investigate every complaint about them, would like to explain what the ‘special arrangement’ with BT that he and his colleagues had going was. A new telephone sir? Of course. Will that be On The Special Arrangement? No need to talk receipts or invoices, just tell us who wants the phone and we’ll install it – the bill will be going to the Trust, no questions asked. Because they’re all a bunch of crooks in the finance dept as well. Hefin Davies, the Chairman of the Trust, Freemason and friends with the crooks of that parish who knew those involved with the massive theft of slate at Penrhyn Quarry will also have known about the Special Arrangement…

 

 

I am still unclear as to why Capitalist Extraordinaire Martin Sorrell resigned in a hurry the other day. Sorrell began his career with Saatchi and Saatchi who have links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), but I’ve found a link between Martin Sorrell’s company WPP and dear old Ronnie Waterhouse as well. I’ve nearly finished reading Waterhouse’s autobiography and gosh Ronnie did have a lot of friends in high places, as well as a personal connection with most of the paedophiles’ friends. No wonder William Hague gave Ronnie a call and told him that he would be Chairing the cover-up. I’m planning a mini-series of Ronnie-related posts, Ronnie’s friends and relations are too numerous to be dealt with in only one post. Meanwhile, here’s a little taster.

 

Among Ronnie’s many friends was Woodrow Wyatt, the most dreadful old bigot who advised Thatch and wrote one of those ‘The View From The Bar Stool’ columns for the ‘News Of The World’, telling the working classes why the millionaire Thatch – whose friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison was raping children from north Wales whom Dafydd had delivered to him – was On Their Side.

Woodrow was the Labour MP for Birmingham Aston, 1945-55 although he was also a friend of HM the Queen Lilibet, Thatch and Rupert Murdoch. In 1959 Wyatt was returned as the MP for Bosworth in Leicestershire where he remained for many years. So he will have known about Greville Janner, Frank Beck and the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal. Whilst out of Parliament, Wyatt worked as a reporter for ‘Panorama’, in which in 1957 he revealed ballot-rigging in the ETU (Electrical Trades Union). It was through the ETU that Waterhouse got to know Wyatt – Waterhouse represented the ETU in court and curiously, although he lost the first big case that he did for them, he mentioned that from then on the ETU passed much work his way. In the mid-80s Wyatt played a role in the negotiations between Murdoch and the electricians’ union, aiding Murdoch’s move to Wapping. Wyatt opposed sanctions against apartheid South Africa. Like Ronnie Waterhouse, Wyatt was a good friend of Roy Jenkins. Jenkins spent years concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al and in later life acted as an adviser to Tony Blair (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’).

Wyatt’s daughter Petronella worked at ‘The Spectator’ and famously had an affair with Boris Johnson.

Woodrow Wyatt also hung out with Bertrand Russell – Wyatt conducted many interviews with Russell. Russell used to go and have tea with Woodrow and friends at Clough Williams-Ellis’s house at Llanfrothen.

 

In the late 1950s, Ronnie Waterhouse – in between dining at the Savoy (yes, even as a struggling young lawyer Ronnie was a regular at the Savoy and at Glyndebourne and of course at the Waldorf, where Ronnie’s dad used to stay when he went down to London to visit Ronnie) – was a member of a group of people who were mostly drawn from the Labour Party who imaginatively called themselves  ‘The Group’. This was to distinguish themselves from the Bow Group, which was comprised of friends of Ronnie et al – although Ronnie was for quite a while active in the Labour Party (before he became a Liberal), he was also mates with many Tories, including Geoffrey Howe.

The Group thought that they tasted success in 1960, when they renamed themselves ‘The Labour Manifesto Group’ and presented their ideas at the Labour Party Conference. Their 1960 effort was co-authored by Tony Crosland and Philip Williams. Crosland was used by Blair’s mate Ernest Armstrong to conceal child sexual abuse in the north east of England on the part of those who had strong links to Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Ronnie stated in his autobiography that ‘two of the main moving spirits’ in The Group were Bill Rodgers and Dick Taverne. Ronnie’s proud boast is that some members of The Group became the nucleus for the Campaign for Democratic Socialism, which supported Hugh Gaitskill. They also ran off and joined Dr Death in the SDP years later. Ronnie himself left the Labour Party when Wilson became leader. Not because Wilson was a crook, but because he was dangerously left wing for Ronnie’s tastes.

 

Ronnie’s biggest lifelong buddy was of course Sir Robin Day, who was just so appalled when Lord Lambton cheerily fessed up to sharing a bed with some call girls and smoking a joint. If only Lambton been molesting kids in care and killing witnesses.

Waterhouse also knew Lord Aberconway, the 2nd Baron, of Bodnant Gardens fame. As did Bertrand Russell – the Aberconways were another family who hung out at Clough’s place and had tea with Bertrand. The 2nd Baron was one of Ronnie’s lawyer colleagues, but as Ronnie observed, Lord Aberconway was such a hopeless lawyer that the Clerk of the Court had to write the summing up and hand it to Lord Aberconway, who would then read it out.

Ronnie ingratiated himself to another north Wales family, the Pennants, who owned an estate not far from Ronnie’s turf at Holywell. The Pennants were an off-shoot of the slave trading Penrhyns of Penrhyn Castle fame. One of the descendants of the Pennants who lived near Ronnie is Antoinette Sandbach, star of this blog. Antoinette is the Tory MP for Eddisbury. Her dad was the highest ranking Freemason in north Wales throughout those years when the North Wales Police found no evidence of a paedophile gang, when Ronnie’s Public Inquiry found only a few Welsh sheep shaggers to blame and when other witnesses were found dead yet no questions were asked. Antoinette’s family have been doing favours for Dafydd and the paedophiles for years – her grandmother Geraldine was the President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives. Antoinette is a barrister. She won’t have dared become an historian with her ancestry. For more details of Antoinette and her proud family see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018’.

 

Ever the one for keeping his eye open as to who around him it might be worth shamelessly toadying to, Ronnie was acutely aware of the presence of the Mostyn family in north Wales. Ronnie observed that Lord Mostyn was only interested in sheepdog trials – with neighbours like Ronnie I imagine that the sheepdogs would be rather better company – but Ronnie didn’t mention another younger member of the Mostyn family whom he will have known of.

Sir Nicholas Mostyn was born in Lagos, Nigeria. Sir Nicholas is a British High Court judge.

Sir Nicholas’s father was a British American Tobacco executive, thus Mostyn grew up in Nigeria, Venezuala and El Salvador. He was educated at Ampleforth College – alongside Edward Stourton. Mostyn studied law at Bristol University.

Mostyn was called to the bar in 1980 and earned the nickname of ‘Mr Payout’ after winning a number of notable cases including representing the wife of footballer Ray Parlour and winning the 1000 day marriage case for the wife of a leading City of London fund manager where no children where involved. Mostyn was retained by Fiona Shackleton in Paul McCartney’s divorce case with Heather Mills. Mostyn has been highly critical of the CSA and undertook pro bono cases involving the CSA where he thought there was an important issue of law involved. Mostyn has said:

The first CEO of the CSA who presided over so many disasters and injustices – some of which led to suicides – was Ros Hepplewhite. Being let loose at the CSA was her reward for those years of sterling service as the CEO of MIND, 1989-92, during which time Ros concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales as well as elsewhere (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

(F received communication from the CSA in which he was accused of failing to concern himself with the upkeep of the baby whom the paedophiles had stolen from him. Because F had been bled dry, even the CSA didn’t in the end demand money off him. So then they investigated his new wife to see if they could extract any dosh out of her.)

In 2015, Mostyn was removed from a case after he went against a landmark ruling of the Supreme Court concerning the rights of disabled people (namely that they have the same right to ‘physical liberty’ as non-disabled people).

Mostyn’s bonanzas included that which he won on behalf of Sandra, the wife of Martin Sorrell, a sum of £29m. Mostyn represented Di’s brother Charles Spencer – who’s track record towards female partners is not too brilliant. After losing the right to have the case heard in a closed court session, Spencer was upset at the final settlement. Mostyn, a keen farmer, named his latest batch of seven pigs after his thoughts on the case’s High Court judge, Mr Justice James Munby: James, Munby, Self-regarding, Pompous, Publicity, Seeking, Pillock. Earl Spencer later unsuccessfully sued Mostyn.

Mostyn was the presiding judge over the highly controversial decision a few years ago which authorised an NHS Trust to deliver a child by emergency caesarean section, as the mother was judged to have lacked capacity to have consented to the operation herself. The mother was an Italian citizen who was visiting the UK and during her visit she suffered a severe bipolar episode. The child was later the subject of a care application by Essex County Council. The mother was utterly distraught and pointed to her stable home and family in Italy as the reason why to have done all this was outrageous and damaging. There was much talk of Mostyn having read the opinions of Top Docs and social workers before he made his decision. Unfortunately Sir Nicholas, they lie. If they knew what they were doing and were honest, one could come to sensible decisions on the basis of their opinions, but at the moment that cannot happen.

It was Springfield Hospital who pioneered performing Caesarean sections on women who ‘didn’t know their own minds’. Shortly after I left their clutches in the early 1990s, they performed a Caesarean on a silly young thing who worked as a veterinary nurse and who explained that she had a phobia of hospitals and did not think that she would cope with a hospital birth. She was sectioned, detained at Springfield and given a Caesarean at St George’s against her wishes. It was a disaster. She had a breakdown, couldn’t bond with the baby and over the next few months repeatedly attempted suicide. Her baby was taken into care. She sued and was told that the Top Docs had acted entirely in her best interests and lost the case. She gave an interview at a later date and explained very clearly how her life had been completely destroyed by the actions of Springfield Hospital.

From what I saw at St George’s not long before that event, the silly girl’s care on the delivery suite at St George’s would have probably been OK. A lot of the midwives there were very good, as were most of the Top Docs, although there was a lot of snobbery and casual racism among the Top Docs. One (female) Top Doc told a colleague of mine – another medical researcher – that ‘the midwives are all really thick, especially the black ones’. How bright was the researcher who repeated this in my presence, after berating me for being friends with the midwives? Er – well her boyfriend, a police officer with the Met, had just secured them  and their friends tickets to see ‘The Bangles’ in concert. The police officer had bagged tickets for the front row so that, my colleague told me, ‘the lads can look up the girls skirts’.

I say that most of the Top Docs on the delivery suite were good – most of them were and two of them were actually normal, pleasant people among much lunacy. There was however a Top Doc called Joseph who did all he could to get out of work, including declaring himself to be conscientiously against abortions. It was openly discussed by the other Top Docs that Joseph was anti-abortion because it was one less job for him. Then there was another one who was just as lazy as Joseph but more senior. He engaged me in an interesting conversation about how he went to Ronnie Scott’s several times a week and it was really great, I should try it. I was a little worried throughout this conversation because a midwife kept coming up and asking him to help with a birth because the woman had been pushing for a long while and she seemed to be in trouble. He batted the midwife away three or four times. I thought that if I stopped the conversation perhaps he would take a bit more notice of the now frantic midwife, so I went down to the other end of the ward. The jazz fan continued to sit there, chilling out, he read a newspaper and listened to a bit of music. I then noticed all hell break loose – the patient whom this man had refused to help was now in serious distress and a disabled baby was a very real possibility – WHOOPS, emergency caesarean necessary…

The midwife who’s pleas were ignored for over an hour wasn’t even black. Interestingly enough the jazz fan was, he was Nigerian.

So as long as women giving birth at St George’s managed to avoid the small number of lethal Top Docs – not that they would ever have been given any indication at all that the Doc caring for them was lethal, most patients are incredibly trusting and believe that standards in medicine are high and are robustly enforced and Top Docs always reassure patients of this – they would be OK. So I doubt that it would have been the staff on the delivery suite at St George’s who will have destroyed the veterinary nurse who didn’t know what was best for her.

It will have been Springfield. The brutal, drug-dealing, swearing, screaming Angels of Springfield who were the henchmen for the Top Docs who were concealing a sex trafficking gang, who admitted in writing that they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting the patients but agreed with Dafydd that I really was very dangerous when they found out that I knew at least some of what Dafydd was up to (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

There was another person doing a PhD at St George’s in the late 80s/early 90s who may well have known about Dafydd et al. This man had previously worked as a psychiatric nurse at Prof Robert Bluglass’s empire in Birmingham, the Reaside Clinic. He had not been very complimentary about Bluglass – he told me that there were wards at the Reaside Clinic which were frankly dreadful but Bluglass ensured that no-one ever visited them. Bluglass concealed Dafydd’s crimes and also was called upon to ‘investigate’ the serious problems at Ashworth and blame the murders, violence and sexual abuse there on the patients rather than the staff (see post ‘Security, Security’).

So Dr Mark Roy, how about making a statement about old Bluglass and his crimes and the many other crimes that you will have gained knowledge of at St George’s, then during your stint in the Dept of Psychiatry at Oxford University – home of Prof Tom Burns and Professor Mark Williams who also concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. After Oxford, Mark Roy bagged himself a job at the Dept of Biobehavioural Health at Pennsylvania State University, but I suspect that Mark left there under a cloud. He is now a senior lecturer in the School of Psychology at the University of Central Lancashire.

 

As for the present Lord Mostyn – he is a young man from Chelsea who owns most of Llandudno.

 

 

The media continue to tell us all that one only has to ‘ask for help’ if one is experiencing mental distress and the fickle finger of suspicion continues to be pointed at men in particular who won’t Talk About It. Even ‘Farming Today’ on Radio 4 a few days ago had an article on male farmers who Won’t Ask For Help.

This is not what I have seen. When I lived in north Wales I knew of men who were desperately begging for help, but as with women, no help would be forthcoming. I am sure that transgender or intersex people would have had no more luck at getting any assistance from the north Wales mental health services. When I was doing my PhD there was a member of staff who worked in Bangor University who was married to a farmer. The farmer became very seriously depressed and both his wife and him begged for help from the Anglesey Community Mental Health Team. He began to talk about killing himself and said that he had thought about how to do this, he would shoot himself. After quite some time of this, the Anglesey CMHT went out to the farm, visited him, offered no help but took away his shotgun. He had another one, as his wife had told them, but they ignored her concerns. Hours later he shot himself dead.

Bridget Lloyd, the Angel who perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), was a member of the Anglesey CMHT at the time.

The suicide was widely discussed at Bangor University and a lot of people who knew the dead man and his widow were very angry. It was agreed by virtually everyone that it had been sheer inexcusable negligence. I was at a university function a couple of days after the farmer’s suicide and one of his friends, another member of staff, was there, fuming volubly about the idiocy of the mental health services and saying that someone should be sued. The dreadful Professor Tom Corns, latterly of the School of English at Bangor, started arguing the toss, trotting out the line that ‘it’s difficult, looking after people like that’. What the dead man’s friend didn’t know about Tom Corns is that he is married to a social worker, Pat Corns. Pat Corns spent many enjoyable years working as a paedophiles’ friend in north Wales and knew all about the unnecessary deaths, wrongful imprisonments and the child abuse. Tom Corns’s son is a Top Doctor.

I knew a number of other men in north Wales who did try and Talk To Their Doctors but who also got nowhere. I knew one man who developed a very serious drink problem and his wife confided in me that he had begun to get violent when he was drunk. She knew why he was drinking, it was because life had now got too much for him – his mum had killed himself when he was six, his dad hadn’t been able to look after him and he had literally scavenged in bins for food. This took place in rural Gwynedd in the 1970s. Most of the villagers in the village where this family lived knew what had happened to him as a child and they also knew about his alcohol problem. Finally he went to Bethesda surgery to ask for help with his ‘nerves’. He was given a prescription for valium and sent on his way.

His drinking continued and one day he arrived at my place completely bladdered and caused trouble, but didn’t actually damage anything or anyone. I rang the police at Bethesda and explained the problem and said that this man was clearly quite desperate. The policeman stated that he knew the ‘fat bastard’ and that if I wanted him arrested he’d do so. I explained that the fat bastard actually had serious problems and so far was a nuisance but not criminal. The police told me that they couldn’t do anything.

A few weeks later I heard that the same man had been the target of a malicious allegation that he’d sexually harassed a young woman. The basis of the young woman’s allegations that he was sexually dodgy was that he was a naturist who went to nude swimming sessions at the local swimming pool. Another local person went to those nudist swimming sessions as well – a local Top Doctor. I bet that no-one called him a fat bastard when he developed mental health problems or accused him of sexual harassment. Some months later the same young woman made allegations of rape against another man. She later admitted that she had made it all up – but not until he’d been arrested and held in custody on bail. One reason that this young woman’s complaints were taken so seriously by the police in the face of no evidence was her close friendships with a number of police officers. Very close friendships indeed with a number of male police officers – who in return for sex were quite happy to fit up anyone whom she cared to point the finger at. Interestingly enough, the people whom she accused had always crossed the path of the paedophiles’ friends…

Perhaps Donna Maria Morgan would like to tell everyone how she managed to have so many deep and meaningful friendships with so many social workers and police officers in north Wales. She might also like to pay me the £500 that she owes me after bouncing a cheque on me and writing me a letter telling me not to go to the police because she’s got mates everywhere ‘who’ll vouch for me’. Presumably the same mates who vouched for her when an innocent man was imprisoned on the basis of her malicious allegations.

Donna was a good mate of Denise Baker aka Denise Baker McClearns, who was for many years married to a children’s social worker employed by the Anglesey team. Prior to that Denise lived with a coke addict, who I was told, also flogged drugs to fund his habit. It was this man – Malcolm Fox – and Denise who were named by Donna as two of those who would ‘vouch for’ her should I contact the police. Denise later embarked on a career working with mentally ill female prisoners as a member of Prof Louis Appleby’s team on his flagship project re suicide. I was told that Denise was dismissed on the grounds that she was a danger to vulnerable people. So she went straight out and landed another job with vulnerable people…

 

I don’t wish to give the impression here that it was only Top Docs, social workers and police officers who abused or exploited vulnerable people in north Wales. A few other people tried their luck as well. F was a talented artist and before Dafydd et al ruined his life, he used to paint big oil paintings on 6ft canvases. When he was living in the south of England he used to sell them for several thousand pounds each. The market was far more difficult in north Wales because there were far fewer people with high disposable incomes, so F ended up with about eleven big canvases stored in his home.

In about 1993, two business graduates from Bangor University set up a cafe in Bangor called The Fat Cat and weeks they later opened another one in Chester. They made a deal with F that they would display his paintings in the Chester cafe – F might make a sale and meanwhile the cafe would have something nice on the walls. The Fat Cat men collected F’s paintings in their van and took them over to Chester. A few weeks later, one of them, Simon, contacted F and explained that there had been a break-in at Chester – the paintings were OK, but Simon and his business partner Matthew were worried that if it happened again and the paintings were damaged or stolen, their insurance wouldn’t cover it. F explained that he didn’t have transport to collect the paintings, so Simon said that he’d return them.

The paintings were delivered to F as arranged – except that one was missing. The most valuable one. Simon stated that it was slightly bigger than the others and wouldn’t fit in the van, but they’d return it soon. F waited and waited. Then he contacted Simon and Matthew and was once more told that the painting would soon be returned. This went on for many months. Then Matthew told F that if he wanted his painting back he’d have to hire a van himself and collect it from Nottingham of all places – where Matthew had a flat. Matthew had taken the painting to his flat ‘for safe-keeping’. F told Matthew that he couldn’t afford to rent a van and collect the painting from Nottingham. Matthew told F that he wasn’t getting the painting back unless he went to Nottingham. The price tag on the painting was £6k.  F went to the police to report the theft. The police told him that it was a civil matter. A very kind local solicitor wrote to Matthew  – and waived his fee – and asked for F’s painting to be returned. Matthew wrote to the solicitor and told him that F should spend his money on a van to collect his painting ‘rather than on expensive solicitors’.

Meanwhile, I had a friend who had been invited to a party at Matthew’s flat in Nottingham. There, hanging as the centrepiece, was the stolen oil painting. Matthew freely told his guests that he liked the painting so he kept it because he knew that the owner of the painting couldn’t afford to retrieve it or indeed take civil action against him.

By the time that my friend found the stolen painting, Matthew and Simon had opened a chain of The Fat Cats across the UK, had won an award for business and had stated their ambition to be create an international chain of The Fat Cats. Up in Bangor there was a stream of former The Fat Cat staff who had been treated abominably and not paid. Then there were the people who had enrolled for The Fat Cat ‘management training programme’ who found that health and safety legislation was being routinely flouted.

A few years ago, The Fat Cat chain of cafe bars appeared in the media. The business was in difficulties and the Director, one Matthew Saunders, was having to close many of his cafes because the bank had called in his overdraft without warning. Saunders gave interviews to the broadsheets about the outrageous behaviour of Lloyds Bank who had ruined the sort of business that this country needs no less.

I had a particularly good laugh at Saunders being stuffed over by the bank, as I’m sure did those waiters and waitresses to whom he owed money. The downside is that Saunders has probably flogged the painting that he stole to keep the wolf from the door whilst he works out another way of fleecing people.

I have begun wondering though. Is it possible that Saunders may have been acquainted with the paedophiles’ friends himself – that painting was stolen just when open season was declared on F…

 

One more conundrum before I finish this post. I have previously mentioned Dafydd’s habit of crashing his car every 50 miles or so and the multiple crashes that Dafydd had whilst he was flying light air craft. Dafydd was very obviously not medically fit enough to hold a driving licence yet alone any sort of pilot’s licence. From what I understand, the criteria for a pilot’s licence are stringent. One has to apply to the Civil Aviation Authority for a Light Aircraft Pilot’s Licence. There is a list of approved medical examiners. Does anyone know who was writing Dafydd’s medical reports, because I think that as ever with Dafydd, rules have been flouted.

 

 

NEWSFLASH – Carwyn announced this afternoon at the Welsh Labour Party conference in Llandudno that he is standing down as FM. Carwyn has never taken the action that he should have over the NHS, but Carwyn is the best of a very bad bunch. Paedophiles’ friend Mark Drakeford has stated that he will be ‘talking to his family’ about standing for election as FM. Now that really is an appalling vista.

Lord Denning

The Bloody State We’re In

I continue to research the backgrounds of those colleagues of Rhodri Morgan’s whom he named approvingly in his biography.

Rhodri Morgan was of course unsuccessful in his first attempt at getting himself elected as the leader of the Welsh Labour Party in 1999 and thus as Wales’s first FM. Rhodri writes about this campaign in which he stood – unsuccessfully – against Alun Michael.

Rhodri’s campaign was given £2 k by Mike McCarthy of Rightacres Properties. Rhodri mentions that McCarthy’s solicitor was David Seligman, who was also Rhodri’s solicitor. David Seligman has been a big name in the Labour Party in south Wales for decades, he is one of the many who ‘couldn’t believe’ that George Thomas was a child molester, one of the many who couldn’t believe/didn’t know whilst being close friends with the people who bribed and threatened the victims of George Thomas into silence (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Rhodri also received, rather inexplicably, £100 for his campaign from Jilly Cooper. I wouldn’t have thought that a woman who keeps dogs with ridiculous names (satirised by ‘Private Eye’ as ‘my labrador Parker Bowles’) and who has made millions writing books about imaginary upper-class people having extra-marital sex whilst dressed in hunting gear would have much fellow feeling with Rhodri’s ambitions to be FM of Wales. Furthermore Jilly Cooper supports the Conservative Party. £100 isn’t a great deal of money for Jilly Cooper, but it’s still a bit odd that Rhodri Morgan ever even came to her attention.

I haven’t ever actually read any of Jilly Cooper’s books, not even that one that is on sale everywhere with the front cover featuring a picture of some jodhpur-clad buttocks being groped, but I’ve read about them. From what I understand, the only thing Welsh in Jilly’s writing is a character called Gareth Llewellyn, who is a ‘Welsh firebrand’. I expect that he has sex with someone posh, a la Mellors. Who could Jilly have possibly modelled that character on?

Rhodri based the north Wales branch of his leadership campaign in ‘the Labour house owned jointly by John Marek and the MEP for north Wales, Joe Wilson’. So Rhodri’s north Wales arm was situated at the heart of Paedophilia Central in Wrexham. In the midst of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Rhodri and his Mrs Julie didn’t think of popping over to Ewloe to have a word with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse then, even though Julie was a former social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s and some of the Barnardo’s staff had been involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

John Marek was the famously peculiar Labour MP, 1983-01 and AM for Wrexham, 1999-07, who ended up forming his own party consisting only of himself. Marek’s previous can be read in my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifliarious’. Marek was also associated with Forward Wales, a damp squib which evolved from a John Marek initiative. The other leading light in Forward Wales was Ron Davies – Ron joined up once he’d burnt his boats with the Labour Party after the business with Boogie on Clapham Common (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Marek worked as hard as the rest of them not to know about the paedophile gang causing havoc in his constituency.

Joe Wilson was a Labour MEP for north Wales, 1989-99, and was Vice-Chair, Delegation for relations with Canada, 1992-1994. There is very little information available about Joe Wilson – other than that he was born in Birkenhead and is 80 years of age. So he could well be part of the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

During his campaign, Rhodri won the votes of UNISON and MSF. Two unions who faithfully provided free legal advice and protection for the paedophiles and their friends when they had been caught abusing their positions or indeed their patients/clients (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). The corrupt reps of MSF used their knowledge of the criminal activity and misconduct at St George’s Hospital Medical School for their own gain, not to protect patients.

Rhodri had a cousin in Beddgelert, Nia, who was his hotline to north Wales. So Nia will know about the two Hergest patients who lived in Beddgelert, one who lived in squalor and chaos and who very obviously had been abandoned by the ‘services’. The local Church put considerable effort into trying to support him, but such were his difficulties that the havoc and disturbances to the peace of Beddgelert continued and he was eventually forced out of the village by vigilante action. Whilst Julie and Rhodri spouted crap about empowering service users.

The other patient who lived in Beddgelert killed himself by jumping in front of the train after walking out of the Hergest Unit. This man had been a professional football coach in his 20s and was friendly with a friend of mine. My friend watched the mental health services load this man up with anti-psychotics which left him incapable of doing anything other than sleeping for 18 hours a day. He kept telling my friend that the ‘medication’ had destroyed his life and that he couldn’t carry on like this. He made the mistake of expressing this view to the Angels so they gave him even more. The other thing that this man insisted on doing which really upset the Top Doctors and Angels was to tell people how when he was a teenager living in Birmingham he knew about a paedophile gang in the area who were targeting boys. Thus a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia was made.

Before he died, this man was hospitalised in the Hergest Unit at the same time as my friend. One morning my friend noticed that the man from Beddgelert was in a dreadful state, having just been forcibly dosed up to an even greater extent – he was frothing at the mouth and was in physical pain. He told my friend that he could not live like this any longer. A few hours later he was found dead on the railway track having been hit by a train. When an Angel broke the news of his death to my friend she told him that the trouble with the dead man was that ‘he just wanted to die really’. I wonder why.

There was a great deal of trouble after that young man died. He was a popular figure – the police were furious and neighbours were seething at what they maintained was the serious neglect of a very nice man. His family were distraught and gave an interview to the ‘Daily Post’. They did investigate the possibility of legal action against the North West Wales NHS Trust, but as ever they encountered problems when they tried to do this. A complaint to the GMC was made and a Hergest psychiatrist, a Dr Oberholzer, was I think reprimanded.

The deaths of Hergest patients continued and Oberholzer was also the subject of another serious complaint (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). He continued to practice.

 

Rhodri Morgan was beaten in the 1999 leadership campaign by Alun Michael. It was nearly universally agreed upon in Wales that Blair rigged the election because he was so desperate for Alun Michael to be installed as FM. I don’t know WHY Blair was desperate to see Michael as FM rather than Rhodri. Alun Michael was a paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s puppet, but Rhodri was just as much of a paedophiles’ friend. Rhodri was such a wally that he could hardly have led serious opposition to Blair’s New Labour regime in Westminster no matter how much he would have liked to.

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that during the first elections to the National Assembly in May 1999, Richard Edwards won for Labour in Preseli Pembrokeshire. So Edwards joined the many other paedophiles’ friends as the sun rose on a new dawn for Wales. It was Ron Davies who memorably said on TV after the ‘yes’ campaign won the devolution vote in Sept 1997, ‘Good morning – and it is a very good morning for Wales’. I quite agreed with Ron at the time because I was fed up with Wales being stuffed over by Westminster, but then I didn’t realise that the National Assembly was going to function as yet another home for the paedophiles’ friends.

So who do you want governing you Wales? A bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd with their noses in the trough who have more money and goodies than the rest of you? Or a bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in Westminster with their noses in an even bigger trough who have even more money than the rest of you as well as even more money than the greedy spineless hypocrital paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd?

 

Richard Edwards was born in Llanelli. He was educated at Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Carmarthen, the University of Swansea and the  University of Birmingham. Edwards is a member of the Institute of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators and a of dear old UNISON.

Richard Edwards was a Local Government Officer in Hounslow, 1979-81; Lecturer and Researcher, Institute of Local Gov’t Studies, 1981-85; a Freelance Political Researcher, 1985-87; Agent and Researcher to Alan Williams MP, 1987-95; Freelance Political Researcher and Lecturer, 1995-99. Before he was elected as an AM, Edwards was a Councillor on Carmarthen Town Council and was Mayor of Carmarthen,  1997-98. He stood down at the 2003 election.

No wonder Richard Edwards was snapped up as an AM. He grew up in west Wales whilst a paedophile gang operated there – a gang which had links to the gang in north Wales. He went to Swansea University, an institution run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). After finishing his PhD, Edwards worked for Hounslow – which borders on Richmond-Upon-Thames, the location of another major paedophile gang which operated through the Council’s Social Services at the time (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…). After returning to west Wales, Edwards worked for Alan Williams – a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and in his later years a shameless toady to Blair (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Edwards was a local Gov’t specialist, a Councillor and a Mayor in west Wales. He will have known about the organised abuse of children which had taken place – and continued to take place –  in every place in which Edwards had lived and worked and he probably knew that the gangs doing it were linked and involved Westminster and Whitehall figures.

Whilst in the Assembly, Edwards was Chair of the Local Government and Environment Committee, then the Environment, Planning and Transport Committee from March 2000.

So Richard, why were the teenaged twins June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire banged up in Broadmoor by the paedophiles’ friends after a few years during the 1970s and early 80s at the hands of the special education and child psychology services in west Wales when they did no more than commit petty crime and tell people that they were prostitutes? Can you also tell us anything about Jennifer’s death ‘from her medication’ days before she was due to be released from Broadmoor? And why did Marjorie Wallace never tell the truth about who had done what to those girls – or breathe a word about Jimmy Savile, until after he died when of course Marjorie told everyone that she knew how unsuitable he was to be running Broadmoor (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). The two patients who committed suicide after Savile abused them must have clean slipped Marjorie’s mind for all those years…

I have wondered for years which high profile friend of Marjorie’s bedfellow Lord Snowdon everybody feared that the Gibbons twins might name or even write about, what with those girls sending off manuscripts to publishers…

The Gibbons twins stopped writing after they’d been imprisoned in Broadmoor because their ‘medication’ for their ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ damaged their eyesight so severely. They did tell Marjorie about this, but a Top Doctor explained to Marj that the Gibbons girls were ‘using their knowledge of medication to manipulate her’.

I was an evil cow as well, Robert Bluglass was horrified to learn, during his cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’), that I read psychiatry journals. I was a medical researcher with access to university libraries so it was hardly bloody surprising was it Bluglass. One thing that I did find out from my subversive academic reading was some of the influential names of those in Bluglass’s network which went back as far as his student days at St Andrews.

OOH wicked bitch – and I’d discovered that Dafydd was involved in serious crime to boot…

Richard Edwards will also have known that other longstanding paedophiles’ friend, Nia Griffith, MP for Llanelli (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’).

I don’t know why Edwards stood down in 2003, but it might have been because he had not been a good enough friend to the paedophiles – he was replaced by Tamsin Dunwoody, who excelled as a paedophiles’ friend and also had the advantage of coming from a whole dynasty of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

Someone else mentioned in Rhodri’s book was Christine Gwyther. Gwyther was AM for Carmarthenshire West and South Pembrokeshire, 1999-07. Gwyther achieved notoriety whilst she was the Agriculture Minister under FM Alun Michael. The farmers of Wales – who are nearly all livestock farmers, it being rather difficult to do the arable bit on the slopes of mountains with high rainfall  – did not feel that Christine had their interests at heart when it was discovered that Gwyther was a vegetarian. I can imagine circumstances in which a veggie could fight for Wales’s farmers but it was noticeable that neither Christine Gwyther or Alun Michael managed to win the farmers over.

The farmers have got paedophiles’ friend Lesley Griffiths on their side now. In her role as Agriculture Minister Lesley gave them all a bollocking recently and told them that they didn’t know how to run their own businesses. As a former medical secretary in one of the most dangerous hospitals in Wales – Wrexham Maelor – who spent years in this capacity as well as in her capacity as a Wrexham Councillor ignoring the paedophile gang on her doorstep (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’), Lesley is obviously just the person to tell other people that they are not showing enough ‘entrepreneurship’. Unlike John Allen who in 1968 invested in an old building near Wrexham and filled it with youngsters who were in local authority care whilst charging local authorities a great deal of money. The youngsters were then battered and abused by staff and visitors and in their mid-teens were trafficked to gay brothels owned by Allen in London and Brighton. John Allen became a millionaire. If only the hill farmers would show that sort of initiative.

Christine came from west Wales and before she became an AM, she was a Pembrokeshire County Council Development Officer. So like Richard Edwards, Christine Gwyther will know about the paedophiles of west Wales and the rationale behind the destruction of the Gibbons twins. Gwyther will also be able to give us all the lowdown on the corruption in Pembrokeshire County Council, the huge quantities of money and perks enjoyed by the Chief Executive and the subsequent police investigation which did not result in any prosecutions. But then a leading light in Pembrokeshire County Council had for many years sat on the Police Authority (see post ‘ A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’).

Gwyther was one of two candidates to be nominated for the 2012 election for the Police and Crime Commissioner for the Dyfed Powys Police Region, but mercifully was unsuccessful.

 

Richard Edwards and Christine Gwyther might also like to tell everyone how Keith Thomson managed to get himself appointed as Chief Executive of the NHS Trust which served west Wales after he resigned as CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust in 2005, following my lawyer summoning Keith before the High Court in Cardiff where he was told to hand over all my medical records – which he was unlawfully witholding – or face a possible prison sentence for contempt of court (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

After a series of NHS disasters in west Wales, Keith resigned again. Except that he quietly stayed on as an ‘advisor’ to the Board. This was a man, who whilst he was CEO in the NW Wales NHS Trust, presided over a regime which boasted the second highest suicide rate among female patients of any region of England and Wales and who also saw a number of his own staff commit suicide. Then there was Keith’s purchase of a Trust dinner set, made of the finest china and embossed with the Trust’s logo, to be used by members of the Trust Board only – a snip at over £12k. Meanwhile a young epileptic patient ended up in a persistent vegetative state after being admitted to Ysbyty Gwynedd on a Bank Holiday when there were no senior doctors on call and no-one knew how to treat her – she was given the wrong medication. Thomson had refused to waste money employing senior doctors on call at weekends and Bank Holidays. Whilst this happened, the Trust notepaper upon which Thomson wrote insulting letters to me and other patients with serious complaints branding us ‘vexatious complainants’ and announcing that he would not reply to any more of our correspondence, carried the ‘Positive About Disabled People’ logo. Yes, Mr Thomson was so positive about disabled people that he created them. There wasn’t just the epileptic girl, there was also the Hergest patient who had a leg amputated after contracting a hospital acquired infection – no-one had warned him that the ward was infected, he was a self-harmer with open wounds and whoops, bang went that leg of his…

I am still waiting for a clue as to why this madman was ever given the job as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust in the first place, yet alone allowed to remain there and then be smuggled off down to run the NHS in west Wales after he nearly ended up in prison. I suspect that the words ‘Dafydd and the paedophiles’ will be relevant to the explanation.

Perhaps paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt would like to explain – Hutt was Health Minister whilst Thomson maimed and killed patients in north west Wales. Dr Brian Gibbons could follow up by telling us why Thomson was then given the opportunity to wreak further death and destruction in west Wales  – he was Health Minister when Thomson sneaked off down there. By the time that happened, I had written to Gibbons telling him that I had evidence of criminal activity in the North West Wales NHS Trust. Gibbons wrote back to tell me that this correspondence was now at an end.

You revolting stupid old git Gibbons, they were running a crime syndicate and people died because of it.

 

Here’s another name who was in the know – Margaret McDonagh. She was the General Secretary of the Labour Party, 1998-2001, whilst Blair, Alun Michael and Rhodri et al kept the lid on the assaults, crimes and deaths that continued throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry which was of course happening alongside the stupidities of Jane Hutt, Christine Gwythor, Richard Edwards et al.

McDonagh was part of the New Labour leadership inner-circle for the 1997 General Election campaign and was one of the inner-core deciding the official party position on specific issues, including perhaps the NHS policy of ‘frame the witnesses to the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles and have them banged up’. Or even the killing in a hit and run of another witness whilst Blair was getting ready to be PM.

I knew that young man Maggie and the accessories to the crime as named and detailed previously…

When in 1998, McDonagh became General Secretary of the Labour Party, she had served as Deputy General Secretary for the previous year. She was not always popular with the grassroots and parts of the PLP due to her perceived ‘control-freakery’. Her ‘organisational skills’ came to the fore in the delivery of a second landslide victory at the 2001 General Election. McDonagh was criticised for accepting, without consultation, a £100,000 donation from the ‘Daily Express’ and porn publisher Richard Desmond.

 

I remember Blair being interviewed by Paxman about that. Paxo recited a list of Dirty Des’s titles – things like ‘Asian Babes’, ‘Big Ones’ etc – and asked Blair if he knew what was in those magazines. Blair winced and said ‘no I don’t’. Do you mean Blair that you have never even had a quick flick through the naughty books – particularly as some of those starring were coerced into it whilst they were kids in care and the people forcing them into the porn trade were protected by the colleagues and mates of your wife?

I don’t mind if folk like Ben Dover and his wife Linzi want to star in such material, they were consenting adults and made a good living at it. The victims of Dafydd and John Allen weren’t and didn’t. Lady Patricia Scotland was never paid a fortune to aggressively cross-examine Ben Dover and Linzi and call them lying criminals – but she did do that to those who had been brutalised and forced into crime by Dafydd and the paedophiles. And you Blair gave her a peerage and put her in the Lord Chancellor’s Dept as a reward and then Gordon appointed her Attorney General.

Dirty Des also has his Television X channel – one of the offerings on Television X is entitled ‘Fill That Crack’.

 

Another porn baron who goes under the umbrella of being a ‘businessman’ is David Sullivan. Sullivan spent the first ten years of his life in Cardiff – his dad was in the RAF. Sullivan hit the big time as a pornographer in the 1970s, making a great deal of money from porn mags and movies. I have always wondered whether there was a dreadful side to Sullivan’s empire that has been as well-concealed as what was happening in north Wales at that time. Sullivan’s girlfriend was porn star Mary Millington. Mary was found dead in Aug 1979.

After Mary’s death, Sullivan, ever the sensitive soul, continued to make money from his products starring Mary, ie. ‘Mary Millington’s True Blue Confessions’ (1980) and ‘Emmanuelle in Soho’ (1981).

In 1982 Sullivan was convicted of living off immoral earnings and after a successful appeal was released after serving 71 days in prison. Sullivan explained that he did not feel embarrassed about the initial source of his early fortunes. ‘I’ve made a lot of people happy’ he said. ‘If I was an arms manufacturer or a cigarette manufacturer, and my products killed millions of my clients, I’d have a bit of doubt about the whole thing. I was a freedom fighter. I believe in the right of adults to make their own decisions.’

But Sullivan – Mary was dead. And whilst some of your stars and clients were adults making their own decisions, some of them were kids in care who’d been snared by Dafydd and his gang and absolutely no-one would help them at all, no matter how much evidence they had, no matter how many witnesses there were and no matter how many of the victims and witnesses were found dead.

Sullivan owned Birmingham City and West Ham Football Clubs.

Sullivan’s investment company, Conegate, owns property in London including Russell & Bromley’s flagship shopbuildings in Oxford Street.

Sullivan has been a Patron of Prostate Cancer UK for over 15 years. He is an active supporter of the Teenage Cancer Trust along with several other charities nationwide. Sullivan celebrated West Ham’s promotion to the Premier League in May 2012 by donating a five figure sum to a charity for children with autism.

Bechod!

As well as being a porn star, Mary Millington worked as a call girl and in Sullivan’s sex shop in Norbury. She then opened her own shop in Tooting. The shop was raided by the police on numerous occasions and Mary claimed the police threatened her and forced her to pay protection money. In the past she had publicly criticised police raids on sex shops and published the addresses and telephone numbers of Scotland Yard, the DPP and MPs in her magazines. Was Mary perhaps sick of the hypocrisy of these people and did she know rather more about them than was made public?

The accounts of Mary’s final years could have been written by Dafydd. She had always been prone to ‘neurosis and depression’, which was ‘exacerbated by her cocaine habit’. Her mother’s death in 1976 also ‘affected her deeply and her behaviour became unpredictable’, which led to her breaking up with Sullivan.

Mary encountered serious problems following the police raids on her shop. A few months prior to her death, she had received a large tax bill which she was unable to pay. Her ‘kleptomania’ became more pronounced in the last year of her life, with arrests for shoplifting in June 1979 and again for stealing a necklace the day before her death.

Millington committed suicide at the age of 33, by taking an overdose of the tricyclic antidepressant anafranil, along with paracetamol and alcohol, at her home in Surrey. Her husband found her dead in her bed on 19 Aug 1979. She left four suicide notes which were found near her body. In one of them she had written, ‘The police have framed me yet again. They frighten me so much. I can’t face the thought of prison… The Nazi tax man has finished me as well’. In another note, to her solicitor Michael Kaye, Millington wrote ‘the police have killed me with their threats…the police have made my life a misery with frame ups. The tax man has hounded me so much- I will be made bankrupt, he mustn’t get anything of his £200,000 demands. He is a religious maniac’. In another note, to David Sullivan, she wrote: ‘please print in your magazines how much I want porn to be legalised, but the police have beaten me.’

Mary Millington might as well have been living in Bethesda…

The anti-depressant which killed Mary was dispensed to suicidal patients in north Wales. Tricylic anti-depressants are toxic in overdose and you don’t have to take many of them to kill you. So Dafydd and Tony Francis (Dr X) ensured that suicidal patients were given plenty of them but no other meaningful help. The patients were then harassed, threatened, assaulted, framed by the police, made homeless etc. All Dafydd and Francis had to do was to stand back and wait for the inevitable. As Tony Francis wrote on my records as he also busied himself trying to have me locked up on the basis of his perjury- along with the MDU, Hempsons, the BMA and the Welsh Office – ‘this case can only end in tragedy’.

All together now, to quote Brown – ‘it has – for them’.

Dafydd and David Sullivan are still alive and very rich.

There was no evidence found of a criminal conspiracy to conceal widespread sexual abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales. The people who maintained that they were abused could not be believed because they had criminal convictions, drug problems and were mental health patients.

People who knew Mary Millington spoke of what a nice person she was. Just like Jane the porn star who lived in Bethesda and who died of breast cancer during the Waterhouse Inquiry, when the Top Docs were managing to save the lives of so many other women with the same condition.

One of Mary’s films was called ‘Oh, Nurse!’.

Mary Millington starred in the film the Great Rock N Roll Swindle along with the Sex Pistols. Readers of my vintage will remember Sid Vicious killing himself after murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon. Or at least that’s what it was presumed happened. Sid and Nancy both had mental health problems as well as serious drug habits and there seems to have been a great deal of confusion about who did what when. A number of people at the time blamed Malcolm McClaren for the disaster. It was alleged that McClaren was fully aware that he had two unhappy volatile young people on his hands and everything that McClaren did aggravated the situation. McClaren himself freely admitted that the bad publicity surrounding the Sex Pistols and the violence at their gigs did wonders for the marketing and profits. McClaren remained remarkably unconcerned even after Sid and Nancy’s deaths.

McClaren is dead but his partner Dame Viv is still with us. Dame Viv is interested in Saving the Planet and Poor People but Dame Viv is not the sharpest knife in the drawer so doesn’t sound very convincing when she discusses such matters. ‘Private Eye’ have run a number of articles detailing Dame Viv’s tax dodges and her exploitation of unpaid interns.

Malcolm and Dame Viv’s son used to boast of being a pornographer, but latterly he’s repackaged his activities as something more arty.

Sid, Nancy and Mary Millington might not be with us any more, but one person who knew much of what was going on around them before they died was Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant. Adam Ant hasn’t done as well out of it all as Dame Viv. In fact poor old Adam Ant developed serious mental health problems, was arrested and prosecuted and ended up in the hands of the Top Doctors in a secure unit. Adam found the whole process very distressing, alleged that false allegations had been made about him and tried to tell John Humphrys on the ‘Today’ programme about what had happened to him in the secure unit. When Adam began a sentence with ‘no-one would believe what happens in those places, just let me tell you…’, John Humphrys silenced him.

John – invite Adam/Stuart back on and let him tell us WHAT was going on. Those places do not ‘help’ people, they are run by Top Doctors who are complicit with serious crime and part of the rationale for banging people up in secure units is to ensure that people like you will dismiss anything that they say.

My suspicions that someone wanted to silence Stuart Goddard were reinforced when I read that a Top Doctor involved in Stuart’s ‘care’ had obtained legal powers over him to stop him embarking on a tour or indeed even talking to the media. This was because Stuart didn’t know his own mind and should he be allowed to mouth off to the media he would become so distressed that he would be at risk of suicide. Stuart Goddard has not appeared in the media since.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, let’s just sort this out then, let your Uncle Jimmy who is friends with the Royals and Thatcher, corrupt police officers, corrupt lawyers, Top Doctors and God knows who else just fix it for everyone…

Stuart’s friends were so horrified at what passed for NHS care that they got him into a private unit. That unit will still have been run by crooks, but the physical environment will have been more pleasant.

 

 

Mary Millington died young and in despair, but another colleague of David Sullivan’s did very well out of her association with him – Baroness Karen Brady, Cameron’s Ambassador for Small Businesses, role model to women everywhere, all round superstar and game show host who raises one eyebrow. Karen began her career with Saatchi & Saatchi and progressed to selling advertising in Sullivan’s publications. Karen, being one who breaks glass ceilings, is known as the First Lady of Football.

In 2008, David Sullivan and Karen Brady were arrested by the City of London Police, interviewed and released on bail as part of an investigation into corruption in English football. Karen’s male business partners were furious that Karen had been arrested – according to them it was sexism wot was behind it, the police couldn’t bear to see a successful woman…

Karen is Patron of the Life After Stroke Awards and an Ambassador for Well Being for Women. She has also been Cosmopolitan’s Woman of the Year, was named in the category of Woman Who Has Changed The World, was awarded Britain’s Most Inspirational Women by the Breakthrough for Breast Cancer Inspiration Awards and has attended The Queen’s lunch for Women Achievers and Business Leaders.

What would we do without you to show us the way Karen?

I’d love to know who wanted Mary Millington dead.

Karen is a Conservative and now that she is in the Lords she is thinking of a career in politics. She has already hobnobbed with George Osborne and Cameron.

Karen’s buddy on the gameshow on which she raises one eyebrow is dear old Lord Alan Sugar. Lord Alan gave a great deal of money to the Labour Party and Gordon gave him a peerage. A few years later Lord Alan left the Labour Party. Alan is of course a business champion and an entrepreneur. I do not know whether, like Karen, Alan built his success on a porn business which killed the person who underpinned its success, but I do know that when Lord Sugar has tried to run real businesses, those businesses have gone tits up. What Lord Sugar is very good at is things like property speculation and various other methods of accumulating money which aren’t actually predicated on running a business – and of course at blagging away in a Cockney accent, being filmed getting in and out of expensive cars and walking into shiny skyscrapers, telling people why he doesn’t like them and pointing at people whilst saying ‘you’re fired’.

Why does the UK have so many more problems building a successful business culture than many other countries? Probably because we’ve encouraged a whole generation to view Karen Brady and Alan Sugar as ‘role models’.

 

To return to the lady who took a donation from a pornographer to swell the Labour Party’s coffers. After stepping down from the position of General Secretary following the 2001 General Election, Margaret McDonagh undertook a Harvard University business course and became General Manager of Express Newspapers, which I presume were still owned by Dirty Des.

Margaret is Chair of the Standard Life Charitable Trust. She has been a non-executive director of Standard Life, TBI plc and CareCapital Group plc. 

CareCapital plc describes itself as ‘an investor in and developer of healthcare property in the UK and Germany. It develops healthcare properties, and then lets them to tenants on long term leases providing a cost effective solution to practitioners that is uniquely tailored to their needs. In so doing it captures both the development profit and the long term revenue stream deriving from leasing what then becomes an investment property. CareCapital buys completed properties occasionally in circumstances where there are development opportunities but its main focus is development and then investment. The group’s properties are primarily health centres let to GP practices, dental surgeries, and pharmacies. Most of these properties are intended for the broad NHS sector. In Germany the group has created multi-occupancy neighbourhood clinics providing a variety of care facilities. The group is also seeking opportunities to develop intermediate care facilities, such as community hospitals, within the primary care sector’.

Which sounds suspiciously like a con.

In 2004, McDonagh was given a peerage.

In 2013 McDonagh was appointed Chair of the Smart Meter Central Delivery Body, which then became Smart Energy GB, ‘an independent organisation that aims to inform consumers about smart meters and their national rollout across Great Britain’.

No, I wouldn’t buy a used car from Margaret either.

 

Margaret’s sister is Siobhain McDonagh, MP for Mitcham and Morden – she and Margaret share a house together in Siobhain’s constituency. If readers are marvelling at how filthy Margaret’s hands are, just take in a few facts about Siobhain:

Siobhain (and Margaret) live in Colliers Wood, just down the road from the Sodom and Gomorrah which is St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s covers their patch. Siobhain has lived in the area for a long time and lived there whilst I worked at St George’s, 1989-91 and witnessed their collusion with serious crime (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Siobhain was a clerical officer for the DHSS, 1981–83, a receptionist at the Wandworth Homeless Persons Unit, 1984–86 and a housing adviser from 1986–88. Prior to being elected to Parliament she worked as a Development Manager for Battersea Churches Housing Trust, 1988–97. She served as a councillor on the London Borough of Merton for Colliers Wood, 1982-98, chairing the Housing Committee, 1990-95.

Whilst Siobhan was working for Wandsworth, Wandsworth Social Services – in collaboration with St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital – were colluding with child abuse, the abuse of mental health patients and with serious drug offences (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were directly involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – although they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. Wandsworth had direct contact with Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress and Director of Gwynedd Social Services – who was facilitating the paedophile gang.

St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were not only concealing child abuse in north Wales. They were concealing an organised gang in south London as well, one member of which was their Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Oliver was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring and was imprisoned for the possession of child porn in 1986 – whilst Siobhain was sitting on the local Council. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was also named as being an active participant in a paedophile gang (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends… ‘).

Siobhain will have definitely have known about all this. There were high profile police raids, arrests and convictions and as an insider, Siobhain will have known damn well that only a few of the guilty were prosecuted. Not only were many people left to conduct business as before, but St George’s, Springfield and Wandsworth Council were heaving with their colleagues and mates who had covered up for everyone who hadn’t been charged.

Siobhan’s fellow Merton Councillor at the time, Theresa May, will have known as much as Siobhain about the cesspool.

 

I am a bit baffled by the McDonaghs living in Colliers Wood. Of course it may have changed since I lived nearby, but I remember Collier’s Wood very well. Partly because there was a truly lovely, good-humoured GP who was based there, who I think must have been the only Top Doc in the area who gave a stuff about his patients. Then I ventured into Colliers Wood myself when I was looking for somewhere to live after responding to an advert and it really blew even my mind in terms of socio-economic disadvantage. Collier’s Wood was not a place where St George’s staff would ever choose to live. I spent about an hour chatting to the man who had advertised the ‘shared house’ – not because I had any intention of living there, but because I wanted to find out what was going on.

The man who placed the advert was a man who was probably in his late 20s. The house was a very run down – to the extent of having a number of missing windows – but sizeable house, but was virtually uninhabitable. The young man was entertaining a number of girls of about 12-14 yrs old there. The girls were charging around the house yelling and screaming and when the noise became too much, the young man would stick his head through the door and try and yell louder than them and tell them to shut up. It transpired that the girls had ‘run away from home’ and the young man explained to me that he ‘looked after them’. Then there were the drugs being openly consumed…

I was gobsmacked by the scene, I had never encountered anything like it. I did my ‘News Of The World’ reporter bit and made my excuses and left. I presumed that the kindly GP whom I had encountered in my work at St George’s was the only GP saintly enough to remain in Collier’s Wood – there didn’t seem to be any others and he worked in a one-doctor practice.

The next day I told my colleagues at St George’s of the extraordinary arrangement that I had witnessed. None of them gave a stuff and cheerily told me that ‘no-one’ lived in Colliers Wood.

A friendly but odd adult man living in a half derelict house with a group of 12 year old runaway girls and feeding them recreational chemicals? Why on earth would the Top Docs at the ‘leading London medical school’ next door ever concern themselves with that? That’s the leading medical school with it’s world class Academic Dept of Psychiatry specialising in young people’s problems.

Would you happen to remember the domestic set-up that I inadvertently stumbled upon Siobhain and Margaret?

 

Siobhain is now Patron of Leap Forward Employment  – a community interest company that finds work for adults with mental health issues.

Should Jeremy Corbyn become PM, surely Siobhain will be a dead cert for the job as Secretary of State for Health.

 

After Margaret McDonagh accepted Dirty Des’s dosh, the Labour Party tried to distance themselves and collectively indulged in I Know Nuzzing…. It was stressed by the next General Secretary that even Lord Levy didn’t know that the Party had accepted filthy lucre from a porn baron. Lord Levy is best remembered for having been arrested as part of the Cash for Honours police investigation, so poor old Des must have felt rejected. Whom did Blair appoint as the next General Secretary in Sept 2001 in order to pick up the pieces of Labour’s shattered reputation? A man called David Triesman.

 

David Triesman was educated at Stationers’ Company School, London; the University of Essex – as was Siobhain McDonagh – and King’s College, Cambridge.

Triesman worked as a Research Officer in Addiction at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1970-74. So Triesman worked at that farcical centre of ‘expertise in addiction’ that was based on laughable research and was run by people who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and many others. When Triesman worked at the Institute of Psychiatry, it was still part of the Maudsley. Dafydd’s many protectors were working there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and his mate Bob Hobson was still there as well, having not yet relocated to Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’). Tony Francis passed through the Institute of Psychiatry at some point during the early-mid 1970s and Triesman may well have been working there whilst Francis was. Triesman undoubtedly will have been very well-acquainted with Dafydd’s network in south London.

Blair most definitely did not make these appointments of paedophiles’ friends accidentally.

Triesman was then a Senior Lecturer at the Polytechnic of South Bank, 1975-84. It was during those years that some of those involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal studied at the South Bank Poly. Triesman was Deputy General Secretary, National Association of Teachers in Further and Higher Education 1984-93; General Secretary, Association of University Teachers, 1993-2001.

By the time that Triesman was leading unions representing lecturers in FE and HE, not only were the problems that colleges and universities were having dealing with the abuse and horror of what their social work students were witnessing on placement well-known, but a number of lecturing staff were colluding with the abuse of clients by removing or bullying students who were raising concerns. Triesman was Gen Sec of the AUT whilst Blair launched his ‘widening participation’ policy without consulting any of the sociologists who knew about the subject and who could have told Blair how to implement it in a way which would have resulted in the policy working. Triesman will have known that the universities were buckling under the strain of a marketized mass HE system without the infrastructure needed and he will also have known of the sheer number of troubled students with quite serious mental health problems who had been coerced into ‘going on a course’ by mental health professionals who could then tick a box marked ‘recovered, in education or employment’. That box remained ticked even if the students could not cope, developed even greater problems and then withdrew from their course feeling very bad about themselves. Meanwhile university lecturers struggled to support distressed students with personal difficulties and very little money, who had been completely abandoned by the statutory services.

I did part of my PhD on this subject and I witnessed the mess on the ground whilst Blair, Bill Rammell and other grinning wallies reassured the general public that ‘Education, Education, Education’ was an unmitigated success and that the nation’s universities were full of shiny, happy students from disadvantaged backgrounds who were embarking upon careers as barristers or merchant bankers. Lord Adonis – one of the architects of Blair’s HE policy – is now U turning like there is no tomorrow, as the results of Blair’s badly thought out nonsense have come home to roost. Nonsense which was only ever designed to pull the wool over the eyes of the nation and disguise the lack of real opportunities for many young people and the gross failures of the welfare services.

Triesman was a member of the Communist Party before he joined Labour. He is a member of the Reform Club.

 

After the 1997 General Election Rhodri and Julie Morgan lunched with Chris Blackhurst of the Indie. Blackhurst moved on to become Editor of the Indie, 2011-13. Since 2013 Blackhurst has been Group Content Director of the four titles overseen by Evgeny Lebedev – so Blackhurst now works for the same man as George Osborne. Chris Blackhurst is a law graduate who studied at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. During the 1990s he worked for the ‘Sunday Express’, The Indie on Sunday and was also the Westminster correspondent for the Indie, which was probably how he ended up having lunch with Rhodri and Julie. So Chris Blackhurst will know the enormity of the crimes that Rhodri and Julie were concealing whilst he noshed with them. Blackhurst seems to be a Conservative and supports various initiatives that are close to the Tories hearts, such as grammar schools. But he still never published anything about all those paedophiles’ friends whom Blair appointed to high office.

Rhodri states in his autobiography that the Parliamentary lobby correspondent Michael White of ‘The Guardian’ was ‘more interested’ in Wales than other journos. Michael White also wrote a regular column for Health Service Journal, 1977-17. White, when discussing media self-censorship in March 2011, said, ‘I have always sensed liberal, middle class ill-ease in going after stories about immigration, legal or otherwise, about welfare fraud or the less attractive tribal habits of the working class, which is more easily ignored altogether…’ 

So Michael, what kept you from publishing the best scoop that ‘The Guardian’ would ever have had – a scoop which involved sex, prostitution, drugs and murder among the ‘tribal’ ‘working classes’ as part of the biggest welfare fraud that could be imagined? Or did you keep quiet because the beneficiaries of the welfare fraud were the affluent middle classes who were the readers of Health Service Journal?

There is a nice photo of Michael White on his wiki entry, of White ‘Chairing a session for the Health Hotel in 2009’. My first response to the photo was ‘what the hell is the Health Hotel?’, my second was to notice that Michael White looks just like Elfed Roberts, the former Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust, who had me arrested for having pink hair and calling his car a penismobile (see post ‘And Now – It’s The Gallery…’).

 

 

Another person who gets a mention in Rhodri’s book is the paedophiles’ friends’ associate Rhodri Williams. Rhodri Williams is a former AM, who resigned from the Welsh Gov’t after entering a pub smoking a fag, after the Welsh Gov’t had outlawed smoking in such places. Rhodri’s faux pas caused an impressive row and I always thought that the reaction to his lit cigarette was out of all proportion to the crime committed. The Senedd was choc full of people who had assisted a gang of paedophiles and the extermination of psychiatric patients yet WW III broke out over someone forgetting a newly passed bit of health and safety legislation. In the way that I have always wondered why the BBC hung Frank Bough and his beige cardigan out to dry over the parties with the call girls and coke, yet continued to embrace Jimmy Savile and his funny little ways,  I have always wondered what the real reason was for Rhodri Williams being ousted.

Sadly I cannot draw any conclusions at the moment – virtually every reference to Rhodri Williams has disappeared from the internet, as have references to other people who have been at the centre of the shenanigans detailed on this blog. I can remember that Rhodri was a Plaid AM and that he was something in the Welsh Language Board whilst dear old Meri Huws was involved with that organisation. I seem to remember that he also had links to I think the Methodist Church. I do know that Rhodri is at present Director of Ofcom in Wales…

There is however another Rhodri Williams who is advertising his services online who is of as much interest to me as the people mentioned in Rhodri’s Morgan’s autobiography. That is Rhodri Williams QC of Henderson Chambers, Temple, London.

Rhodri Williams QC specialises in European Union law and local government and administrative law. He is recommended in the areas of local government law (Chambers & Partners), public procurement (Chambers UK) and public and administrative law (Legal 500).

Rhodri specialises in the law of the internal market as it affects the public sector, and, in particular, the EU public procurement regime, but also deals with a wide range of local government issues, including judicial review of post office closures, school re-organisation plans and school transport decisions. He deals with cases involving both local and regional government, including advising the Welsh Assembly Government and other Government Departments and local authorities, in England, Wales and in Northern Ireland. In 2000, he was appointed to the Attorney General’s list of approved Counsel and to the list of the Counsel General to the National Assembly for Wales and has represented the United Kingdom Government on several occasions before the Court of Justice of the European Union in Luxemburg. He was called to the Bar in Northern Ireland in 2009.

So Mr Williams, on what tricky matters have you been advising the Welsh Gov’t? Anything related to the legacy of a vicious paedophile ring which has left huge swathes of the Assembly and Wales’s public sector compromised and in a permanent state of terror that a survivor of the carnage in north Wales might one day pop up with the evidence of the serious crime which Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Justice Julia Macur maintained did not exist?

For God’s sake, just get into your thick skulls that there are so many skeletons in so many cupboards after decades of Dafydd and Lucille, that you were never going to be able to keep it quiet for ever.

 

Now begin the excavations at the North Wales Hospital and fess up.

 

The inclusive and diversifying Victoria Winckler is someone else who has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and who probably knew that there was something nasty in the (Dr DGE) Wood shed for many years. Victoria is the Director of the Bevan Foundation. I joined the Bevan Foundation myself a few years ago under the delusion that this left-leaning think tank might lead thoughtful discussions regarding how our stale, abusive, endemically corrupt ‘services’ might be restructured to effectively assist people. I was disappointed. I have never seen in any Bevan Foundation material any discussion of why the state’s infrastructure is failing so badly and certainly never a whisper of the abuse of the people at the receiving end. The solution proposed by the Bevan Foundation to the problems of a rotten state is always the same – it is of course for Carwyn to hand over more dosh.

The key to the lack of intelligent policy suggestions from the Bevan Foundation might be found by looking at Victoria Winckler’s CV – like nearly everybody who works in the health and welfare sector, Victoria has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and she is not one to rock a boat with Dafydd et al in it.

Victoria went to Aberystwyth University – she studied geography – 1975-78. She then did an MSc and PhD in town planning at Cardiff University, 1980-85. Victoria began her foray into the world of work as the Head of Policy, Research and European Affairs at Mid-Glamorgan County Council, 1987-96. So Victoria worked there throughout the heady years whilst Mid-Glamorgan County Council ignored the numerous very serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen molesting his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards). Victoria knew whose fortunes to hitch her own cart up to and it wasn’t the kids who became suicidal because of John Owen. It was Mid-Glamorgan County Council – after all, their former education advisor Ron Davies was now the MP for Caerphilly and whilst Winckler was working for Mid-Glamorgan Ron became Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Victoria will have been told that one day Ron would be First Minister when a successful ‘yes’ vote to devolution was delivered, only like Ron himself Victoria didn’t count on Ron actually getting caught and outed during the course of one of his sexual adventures (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Well Victoria and absolutely everybody else had kept quiet about Ron for years and that strategy had been so successful.

Victoria will of course have also known about George Thomas sexually molesting teenagers and on occasions even younger boys, but by the time that Victoria had finished her PhD Thomas had been given a peerage, so obviously it was worth keeping on the right side of him and his mates, who included Thatcher (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

In 1996 after all those years of keeping schtum, as it was announced that there would be a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales – by a gang with links to the people in south Wales about whom Victoria had so loyally kept quiet – Victoria was rewarded with the position of the Head of Economic and Environmental Affairs at the WLGA (Welsh Local Gov’t Association).

The WLGA is an organisation whose members robustly asserted for years that there was no serious problem with organised child abuse either in north Wales or elsewhere (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’). The signature of a leading light of the WLGA can be seen on every lame strategy document which has heralded a plan to ‘turn the services around’ – following yet another disaster resulting in a high profile scandal – alongside the signatures of other leading paedophiles’ friends.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography informs us that the WLGA caused considerable problems for the Welsh Gov’t – even the Gov’t led by the paedophiles’ friend which was Rhodri – because the WLGA took the view that they were the real Gov’t of Wales and instructed the Welsh Gov’t. Tom Middlehurst was Chairman of the WLGA, 1997-99 – whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took evidence.

Middlehurst was leader of Flintshire County Council, 1995-99. Flintshire County Council was been created after Clwyd County Council had been dissolved to ensure that no-one could sue in the aftermath of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Tom had worked for Clwyd County Council since 1971. Flintshire County Council had as many of Dafydd’s mates sitting on it as did Gwynedd County Council – Dafydd’s mates on Gwynedd County Council supported Plaid, whilst the paedophiles’ friends of Flintshire County Council supported Labour. All of them had kept quiet whilst Dafydd supplied children to Thatcher’s Ministers – and others – for sex.

Tom Middlehurst was the saviour of the paedophiles’ folly which was Theatre Clwyd (see post ‘Workers Play Time’) and became the Labour AM for Alyn and Deeside (see post ‘1999-03’).

 

Winckler was at the WLGA when John Jevons – who had presided over the horrors in Clwyd as Director of Social Services (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’) – was welcomed with open arms by Julie Morgan, Sue Essex et al on Cardiff City Council as Director of Social Services for Cardiff after the shit bomb exploded in Clwyd in the summer of 1996 (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

So Victoria Winckler arrived at the WLGA just in time for the Waterhouse Inquiry! She dutifully remained there until the Waterhouse Report had been published and all the anguished cries of ‘Christ what a fucking cover-up, what about all the kids who died?’ had been extinguished.

What else could now happen but for Victoria to be appointed as Director of the Bevan Foundation? Victoria had arrived – particularly with the ale-loving fool Rhodri in place as FM in Wales and Blair as PM in Westminster. Although Victoria had to carefully tread the tightrope between the Old Labour paedophiles’ friends in Cardiff and the New Labour paedophiles’ friends in Westminster. Victoria’s socialism is a bit wishy washy, so presumably she knew that the real power lay with Blair and Mandy no matter how loathed they were in Cardiff Bay.

Victoria has clocked up a few sidelines since she has been Director of the Bevan Foundation. She was a non-exec Director of the Cwm Taf NHS Trust, Oct 2004-Sept 09. Cwm Taf NHS Trust – later known as Cwm Taf Health Board – provides NHS services for the Methyr Tydfil and Rhondda Cynon Taff area. I have friends who live down there and when one of them became pregnant a few years ago there was much discussion of the necessity of her avoiding one particularly lethal hospital. The area served by Cwm Taf Health Board has some of the worst health outcomes in Wales but Victoria will know how to deal with that – you berate the plebs who are living in the profoundly disadvantaged south Wales Valleys on limited incomes for not Getting Screened or eating enough quinoa.

Victoria arrived on the Cwm Taf NHS Trust after the major police investigation into sexual abuse at the by then closed Taff Vale children’s home (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). The investigation was launched upon John Jevons’ arrival in Cardiff and the abuse had happened during those years in which Victoria had been employed just down the road from the Taff Vale children’s home at Mid-Glamorgan County Council.

In 2007 Victoria became a Board Member of the WCVA. She remained a Board member until 2011. The WCVA is yet another honey-pot for paedophiles’ friends.
In 2013 Victoria was appointed a Commissioner at the Living Wage Commission, a post she still holds. In 2014 Victoria became a Board Member of  Traveline Cymru, 2014, where she remains.
Richard Card, a regular correspondent to this blog, recently reminded me to take an interest in the University of Buckingham. Richard has knowledge of some very questionable researchers and theorists associated with the University of Buckingham who I am currently following up.
Max Beloff played a key role in the founding of the University of Buckingham. Max Beloff gave a glowing endorsement to a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was considered to be one of Europe’s leading authorities on local gov’t. Which is staggering really, because Ioan Bowen Rees was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council for years and before that was County Secretary – whilst Dafydd and Lucille Hughes (Ioan’s Director of Social Services) ran a paedophile ring via the children’s homes in Gwynedd.  Prior to running Gwynedd, Ioan was County Secretary for Dyfed County Council – whilst a paedophile operated on his territory. Ioan undoubtedly knew something about the organised abuse and trafficking of children in care. Furthermore, Ioan knew how terrible the ‘services’ provided by his Council were – because he used to live in the same village as me and could hardly have missed some of the near destitute people in the village who were being grossly neglected by Ioan’s Social Services (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
Max’s son Michael Beloff QC reared his head in 1996, after the compilation of the Jillings Report, following a major investigation into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd. No-one ever read the Jillings Report in full apart from the Council’s insurers and legal advisors. The Report was heavily redacted anyway and on the orders of the insurers was then pulped. The legal advisor for Clwyd’s insurers, Municipal Mutual, had advised Clwyd that if the Jillings Report was made available, Municipal Mutual would withdraw the Council’s cover and the Councillors would be personally liable for damages (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). That legal advisor was Michael Beloff QC.

Michael’s dad Max Beloff was an historian and Conservative peer. From 1974 to 1979, Beloff was Principal of the University College of Buckingham – now the University of Buckingham.

Beloff was born in Islington, was educated at St Paul’s School and then went to Corpus Christi College, Oxford. In 1957 Beloff was appointed Professor of Government and Public Administration at the University of Oxford.

Beloff was a member of the Liberal Party until 1972 but joined the Conservative Party in 1979 after being attracted by the style of conservatism promoted by Margaret Thatcher and Keith Joseph.

In 1974 Beloff gave up his Oxford Chair in favour of the position of Principal at the new University College at Buckingham, with the founding of which he had been closely concerned.

His dedication to his work in the Lords continued right to the end, even though in the past few years it must have been a great strain for him to come up to London from Brighton every week, to spend two or three nights at the Reform Club.

Max Beloff died in 1999, just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ioan Bowen Rees, the author of the book which had received such high praise from Max and Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, also died in 1999, in May. So anyone who might have been worrying that Ioan might drop a few people in it when Waterhouse blamed everything on the cave-dwellers of north Wales could rest easy once more.

Max was not the only high achiever in his family. His siblings – Michael’s aunts and uncles – all ended up in very influential positions as well.

 

Max’s sister Norah Beloff was a journalist and political writer who worked for ‘The Observer’, 1948-78.

After graduating from Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford in 1940, Beloff worked for the British Foreign Office’s political intelligence department. She moved to Paris in 1944 to work for the British Embassy, staying in Paris after WW II to work for Reuters. Beloff worked for ‘The Economist’, 1946–48 and then ‘The Observer’ as a Paris-based correspondent. She left Paris to cover the Cold War for ‘The Observer’ from Washington, D.C. 1949–51 and Moscow. 

In 1964 Norah Beloff returned to London following her appointment as a political correspondent for ‘The Observer’In this role, she often wrote critical pieces about the Labour Party and Labour Prime Minister Harold Wilson unsuccessfully petitioned ‘The Observer’ to dismiss her. Beloff remained in post until 1976 and then worked as a special correspondent. Beloff left ‘The Observer’ in 1978 because of disagreements with its new editor, Donald Trelford. 

Norah Beloff travelled extensively across Europe in her later career and was arrested in Georgia and expelled from Yugoslavia. She was lampooned in ‘Private Eye’ and fought two legal actions against the magazine; she won libel damages of £3,000 but lost a breach of copyright action.

Norah Beloff’s 1997 Independent obituary mentioned that Beloff was supported by David Astor, the owner and editor of ‘The Observer’ because she exposed the extreme left of the Labour Party. ‘The Observer’ was perceived as a left leaning newspaper but supported Ted Heath in his battle against the unions. David Astor had a reputation as a liberal man and a supporter of worthy causes, but accounts of his conduct during the Profumo Affair – which involved his immediate family – suggest that David Astor was capable of some dreadful things if reputations needed to be preserved (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Norah Beloff’s obituary observed that she was ‘at heart a Conservative’.

In 1977 when she was in her late 50s, Norah Beloff married Clifford Makins, the sports Editor of ‘The Observer’. It was noted that Norah was remembered as a ‘marvellous aunt’ who ‘kept various branches of family together’.

Michael Beloff having a close relationship with his aunt with excellent media connections could be yet another reason why the media showed so little interest in the bizarre and macabre happenings in north Wales.

My post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’  details the aggression, misconduct, lies and danger to patients posed by Stephen Gallagher, a senior nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd. After witness accounts once more demonstrated the danger that Gallagher and two of his colleagues represented to the general public, an extraordinary story featuring Stephen Gallagher found its way into literally the world’s media, not just the ‘Daily Post’. The story portrayed Gallagher as a life-saving war hero regarding his service with the TA in Afghanistan. It was substantially inaccurate, breached confidence and placed people in danger.

I was used to reading nonsense about the heroes employed in the local NHS in the provincial press, but I was a little surprised that the fairy tale about Gallagher when he was in deep doo doo found its way across the globe. Of course, if someone with links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had an aunt who had been a very well known journalist on an international level, that could provide an explanation.

It might also explain why there was so little media coverage of the numerous serious NHS ‘adverse incidents’ in north Wales, not even during the pre-election debates  which provide such wonderful opportunities for journalists, as pioneered by the Jennifer’s Ear story in 1992. North Wales can beat Jennifer’s Ear hands down. There was the old lady who haemorrhaged to death in a hospital bed in Yysby Gwynedd whilst two Top Doctors refused to treat her because they hated each other so much that they wouldn’t speak to each other; the three patients who had participated in a clinical trial at Ysbyty Gwynedd who were taken very seriously ill and then one of them died; there was the patient in A&E in Wrexham Maelor who died whilst waiting to be seen and when his corpse fell onto the floor, the security man on duty picked it up and put it back onto the chair. It was another 20 mins before someone had the heart to tell him that the patient was dead. The response of the security man was to rage at the patients for not helping the man who died. Where the A&E staff were, no-one managed to explain.

No-one gave those stories to Reuters.

 

Another of Max’s siblings was John Beloff, who served in the British Army in WWII. He worked in an architect’s office, then studied at London University, graduating in 1952. After a year at the University of Illinois he did a doctorate at Queen’s University Belfast, finishing in 1956. He started work at Edinburgh University in 1962 and stayed there until his retirement. Beloff had been interested in parapsychology from an early age and served as president of the Society for Psychical Research, 1974-76. He was an executor of Arthur Koestler’s will in 1983 and was instrumental in setting up the first UK Chair of parapsychology, the Koestler Parasychology Unit at Edinburgh in 1985.

A number of universities rejected the offer of the funding from Koestler’s will to establish a Chair. By the time that Koestler had died, there had been a number of accounts of his sexual violence towards women – Kostler had violently raped Jill Craigie, Michael Foot’s wife, when she was young – and there was also concern that Koestler had coerced his wife Cynthia into committing suicide with him. Cynthia was much younger than Koestler and was in good health, but was completely dominated by him. For further details of Arthur Koestler, see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’.

 

Max’s sister Renee Soskin went to the Royal College of Music and trained for the stage. She married Moses G. Soskin and worked as a speech and drama teacher and as a teacher of drama at the Royal Academy of Music. Renee was MD of a City of London finance house and became a Director of two companies. In 1970 she became the new proprietor of Bury Lawn Independent Day School, a coeducational school in Milton Keynes. The school is now called the Webber Independent School.

Renee was a County of London Magistrate and was Chairman of the Hampstead Liberal Association for four years. In 1958 she was first elected a Member of the Liberal Party Council. Renee was Liberal candidate for the Bedfordshire South division at the 1959 General Election. During the 1959 General Election campaign she featured in a televised Liberal Party Election Broadcast. In 1961 Renee was elected Vice-President of the Women’s Liberal Federation, serving until 1963 and in 1964 was Vice-Chairman of the Women’s Liberal Federation. She was Liberal candidate for the Hampstead division at the 1964 General Election and Liberal candidate again for Hampstead at the 1966 General Election. 

Being active in the Liberal Party in the 1960s, Renee almost certainly knew about the activities of Jeremy Thorpe. She probably knew about the activities of a few other people as well, Hampstead was stuffed to the rafters with affluent politicians, Top Docs, analysts, writers and celebs who were all colluding with a great deal of wrongdoing in high places.

 

Another one of Max’s siblings was Anne Beloff-Chain, a British biochemist. Anne graduated from University College London in 1942 and then completed a PhD with at Oxford University. She worked at Harvard Medical School, 1946-48. In 1948 Anne married Ernst Boris Chain, another biochemist who had won a Nobel Prize in 1945. She worked at Imperial College, London, 1964–86 and the University of Buckingham, 1986–1991.

In 1964, Beloff-Chain and her husband were recruited by Imperial. She was given a Chair at Imperial in 1983, but left for the University of Buckingham, along with her research team, in 1985. A £250,000 new laboratory was built and in 1986 she was given a Chair at Buckingham.

At Buckingham, Beloff-Chain received funding from the Clore Foundation to establish and head the Department of Biochemistry, where she worked until her death in Dec 1991 at Camden Town.

Sir Ernst Chain was a lifelong friend of Prof Albert Neuberger, who was the father of Lord David Neuberger, President of the Supreme Court, 2012-17.

 

All three of David Neuberger’s brothers are or were Professors: James Neuberger, Professor of Medicine at the Birmingham University; Michael Neuberger, Professor of Molecular Immunology at Cambridge University; Anthony Neuberger, Professor in Finance at Warwick Business School. 

David Neuberger was educated at Westminster School and studied at Christ Church, Oxford. After graduation, Neuberger worked at the N.M. Rothschild & Sons, 1970-73. Neuberger then trained as a barrister in 1974 and became a QC in 1987. He was a Recorder, 1990-96. Neuberger was then appointed a High Court Judge in the Chancery Division. 

In 2001, David Neuberger was made Supervisory Chancery Judge of Midland, Wales and Chester and of the Western Circuits. He held the post until 12 Jan 2004, when he was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal and a Privy Councillor.

So David Neuberger was Supervisory Chancery Judge whilst I was being framed and was experiencing the excesses of Judge Huw Daniel, 2002-04, (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Since 2005, Neuberger has been Co-chair (with Richard Susskind) of ITAC (Lord Chancellor’s Information Technology and Courts Committee).

On 11 Jan 2007, David Neuberger succeeded Lord Nicholls as a Lord of Appeal in Ordinary. He was given a peerage in 2007. 

In Oct 2009 Neuberger became Master of the Rolls.

Between 2006-07, Neuberger led an investigation for the Bar Council into widening access to the Bar. He also served on the Panel on Fair Access to the Professions, led by paedophiles’ friend, former Health Secretary Alan Milburn (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’), which reported in July 2009. Other Panel members included Trevor Phillips, head of the Commission for Equalities and Human Rights (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’), Michael Grade, then the Chairman of ITV – a toady to the brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who concealed the organised abuse of children and a great deal of other crime as well – and Martin Rees, Astronomer Royal.

David Neuberger became President of the Supreme Court in Oct 2012 – he retired in 2017.

 

David Neuberger’s sister-in-law is Rabbi Julia Neuberger. Julia has a CV which in terms of being a Top Doctors’ and paedophiles’ friend would be difficult to beat.

Julia Neuberger was Chair of Camden and Islington Community Health Services NHS Trust, 1992-97, the site of much carnage and wilful denial of the carnage. The Islington paedophile ring was still very much in business when Julia Chaired that NHS Trust.

From 1997-2004, Julia occupied one of the favourite posts of the apologists for the excesses of the Top Doctors, Chief Executive of the King’s Fund.

Julia’s volumes ‘The Moral State We’re Inwas published in 2005 and is a study of morality and public policy in modern Britain. As someone who Chaired the NHS Trust which not only covered the site of the Islington Child Abuse Scandal but which also had the honour of presiding over the area with the highest suicide rate among women in England and Wales, Julia will know a great deal about ‘morality and public policy’, but I’m not convinced that she has published all that she knows on this matter. Whilst Camden boasted the highest suicide rate for women in England and Wales, second prize was awarded to north west Wales.

Perhaps in her capacity as an expert on morality and public policy, Julia might like to suggest why so many women in Camden and Gwynedd were and probably still are killing themselves. Julia knew that Top Doctor who had personal connections to some of those responsible for the slaughter in north Wales, Dr Death. Julia was such a fan of Dr Death that she stood as the SDP candidate for Tooting in 1983. St George’s Hospital Medical School is located in Tooting and David Hole, the corrupt MSF rep who concealed much wrongdoing at St George’s and used his knowledge for his own advantage, was active in the SDP.

Like Margaret Hodge who was leader of Islington Council whilst the Council’s children’s homes had been infiltrated by paedophiles (see post ‘The London Connection’), Julia is both a Dame and a Baroness.

Julia served as a Liberal Democrat Health spokesperson from 2004-07. In June 2007, Baroness Julia was appointed by the incoming PM Gordon Brown as the Gov’t champion of volunteering. She resigned from the Liberal Democrats upon becoming Senior Rabbi of the West London Synagogue.

In Jan 2013, Julia Neuberger was appointed Chair of an Independent Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway, which after being misunderstood and misused, had resulted in scandal after a number of terminally ill patients had been dosed up and denied water to hasten them on their way. The impartiality of Neuberger’s appointment was questioned by some of the bereaved families, because of her previous endorsement of the Liverpool Care Pathway and her support of the Marie Curie Institute – it was John Ellershaw, the Medical Director of the Marie Curie Palliative Care Institute in Liverpool, who developed the LCP. Ellershaw’s Institute is a partnership between Marie Curie Hospice Liverpool and the University of Liverpool, with a satellite unit at the Royal Liverpool University Hospitals.

Prof John Ellershaw has a CV which suggests that he too is an associate of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ellershaw graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff in 1984; completed an MA (Wales) 1992; was appointed as the Clinical Director of Palliative Care at Royal Liverpool University Hospital in 1994.

The horrors of the LCP were such that even Top Doctors were involved in the campaign to bring it to an end. I am not suggesting that John Ellershaw ever intended the LCP to be used to wipe out elderly or terminally ill people, but Top Docs themselves alleged that this was happening. Professor Mark Glaser – who was Mo Mowlam’s Top Doc – stated that the LCP ‘was the most corrupt practice in British medicine’ (I’m sorry to tell Prof Glaser that I can think of a few more practices which are as equally corrupt).

Dr Richard Lamerton, a retired Top Doctor who was a pioneer of the Hospice Movement, was a friend of Ellershaw’s and a supporter of the LCP until he saw how it was being used. Richard Homerton observed that ‘To use our knowledge and methods to kill off patients because the doctor doesn’t know how to care for them properly or because the hospital administrator wants the bed cleared is inexcusable. And criminal. I can’t help being reminded that Hitler called these patients ‘useless eaters’.

Perhaps Dr Homerton’s comment could be emblazoned above the entrance of every psych unit in the UK.

In 2013 the results of Neurberger’s Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway was submitted to Gov’t. The Gov’t advised the NHS to no longer use the LCP.

Neurberger was Vice-President of Attend, a charity which ‘supports and expands the roles that volunteers play in creating healthy communities’, 2006-11.

Neuberger was appointed to the board of Irish health insurers Vhi Healthcare for a five-year period from 2005 by Mary Harney, the Tanaiste and Minister for Health and Children.

 

 

Recent posts have described in detail some of the serious wrongdoing in the mental health services in north Wales – the abuse and mistreatment of patients by some truly dreadful doctors, the refusal to investigate serious complaints, the forging of documents to conceal wrongdoing or negligence and the framing for criminal offences of patients who had complained or witnessed wrongdoing.

There were two other Angels employed at Ysbyty Gwynedd who knew that this was how business was conducted whom I have not yet mentioned. They worked on the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd in 1991-93 before the Hergest Unit was built – whilst the mental health services were subjected to a damning report.

One of these Angels was called Sharon. I can’t remember her surname but she wasn’t local, she was from Manchester. Sharon pioneered something which later became a distinguishing feature of the mental health services – that of the staff ministering to each other in the face of serious patient neglect. This reached its zenith with the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team, many of whose members took days off at a time to practice Mindfulness – whilst their patch had one of the highest suicide rates among patients in the UK.

Sharon wasn’t just your usual common or garden Angel, Sharon had an added extra – she had trained as a hypnotherapist. A lot of Angels these days have trained in complementary therapies and many of them offer to use these techniques with their patients for very genuine reasons and indeed many patients really appreciate it. However Sharon didn’t offer hypnotherapy to patients, Sharon offered it to the other Angels.

Sharon was in great demand as a hypnotherapist for Angels for one main reason – the Angels were nearly all very heavy smokers and were constantly trying to Give Up. Of course if Sharon wished to help her workmates in this, that in itself would not have been a problem. But Sharon was conducting business on the wards, during work hours. Sharon, as the nurse on duty, would sit in the corner of the ward and be visited by various Angels who would have their consultation and hypnotherapy. Whilst patients were ignored. Not just for five minutes, or now and then, but as a matter of routine. Sharon ignored all patients at all times no matter how distressed they were.

It was on Sharon’s ward that I witnessed a man – whom I think was one of Dafydd’s drug patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who was acutely ill and had been sectioned and punch her in the face with no provocation. She cried for hours afterwards and one of the better male nurses went and sat by her to keep her company. The assault wan’t reported to the police and the girl’s parents were not told what had happened either. The man who had hit her was not transferred anywhere else, he remained on the ward and continued to intimidate other patients, although I didn’t see him actually punch anyone else again.

Whilst Sharon worked on that ward, a number of patients were detained illegally and Dafydd tried to persuade a teenage boy to have sex change surgery because the boy was gay. Another young female patient was pregnant by a junior gynaecologist who had arranged for her to have a termination that she did not want but was being coerced into – one of his mates who was also a junior gynaecologist then made her pregnant again and once more she was coerced into an abortion. All the staff knew about this and only one nurse spent time with the young woman to tell her that she did not have to have terminations if she did not want them. I got to know this young woman well and she was literally being passed around the junior doctors. After the second termination, Tony Francis discharged her on the grounds that she was not ‘really’ ill. She continued to experience serious problems and her GP referred her back again. The next excuse was that because she was a student who had graduated she was no longer a resident of Bangor and was therefore not entitled to use the local services. I was shown the letters that this young woman had been sent by Francis. One letter recommended that she should return to live with her father in England and seek help there.

This young woman’s father had severe chronic mental health problems himself and Francis knew about that. She had a mother who lived apart from her father, because her parents were divorced. Where did her mum live? Anglesey. So much for being ‘out of area’.

Someone else knew about this young woman as well – Tony Francis’s wife, Dr Sadie Francis. Because for three weeks or so, the young woman was bounced back and forth between Tony and Sadie Francis, as both of them found excuses not to treat her.

Last year I received an e mail from someone who had lived in Bangor in the early 1990s who told me that gay doctors from Ysbyty Gwynedd were paying local teenaged boys in care for sex.

Another patient on the ward on which Sharon worked was a teenaged boy from Holyhead who was about 14. He was on a ward with adult patients with whom he had nothing in common, he was very isolated and was in Ysbyty Gwynedd for a very long time. This boy told me that Sadie Francis had kept him on a section for 6 months. The Angels were very hostile and aggressive towards him on the grounds that he had a criminal record – he had been done for theft and burglary. He was also in the care of Gwynedd County Council.

Another patient on this ward had been sectioned after ‘causing a lot of trouble’ with his neighbour. This man was furious when he arrived on the ward and was explaining to people quite clearly that he did not understand why he had been taken there by the police. It later transpired that he was a really nice friendly person. Furthermore he was definitely not mentally ill and should never have been sectioned. How did I know? Because I overheard a conversation between two Angels who were discussing how they were going to explain why a perfectly sane man had been arrested and sectioned on the say-so of his neighbour. The solution to the problem was to give him some benign medication – valium – for a couple of days and then tell him that he was ‘better’ and could go. That was what was done – he was a chatty friendly man but not well educated, so didn’t realise that he had been given a near-placebo.

No doubt some medical notes had to be forged to explain it all away.

Some of the horrors described in earlier posts re the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd (see posts ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’ and ‘Hospital Hoppers And People Who Are Not Really Ill’) detail incidents that took place on the watch of Sharon the Hypnotherapist.

 

Another Angel who worked on the same ward as Sharon was called Pam. Pam didn’t ignore the patients in the way that Sharon did, but Pam seemed to be frequently left alone to run the ward single-handedly and would be very obviously rushed off her feet. I didn’t ever see another Angel so much as speak to Pam. The only member of staff whom I ever saw even acknowledge her was Tony Francis. He arrived on the ward one day, when as usual Pam was working her arse off and there was no-one else to be seen and Francis just said ‘all on your own again?’ and walked off.

I am wondering if Pam had been targeted by the paedophiles’ friends for not toeing the party line. Just before I was admitted to Pam and Sharon’s ward – Seiriol Ward – Pam told me that she had been ‘stabbed by a patient’. I was horrified but then Pam explained that she hadn’t been stabbed with a knife, she had been stabbed by a female patient with a pair of scissors. Pam did not need hospital treatment and was not injured. She had been asked by her senior colleagues to press charges against the patient, but had refused. Whilst telling me about it, Pam mysteriously said ‘I wish I had prosecuted her now’, but didn’t explain why. I asked Pam what had happened to the patient who had stabbed her and Pam told me that she had been sent to Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital. Bryn Golau was Dafydd’s prison for the victims of the paedophiles.

I can only imagine what the truth behind that stabbing of an Angel was and the crap that was being flung at Pam for refusing to perjure herself and frame a patient.

Pam left Ysbyty Gwynedd before the Hergest Unit opened, as did Sharon.

There was one Angel who worked on the neighbouring Dwynwen Ward – who really was very good, a Scottish nurse who lived near me in Llanllechid. She left Ysbyty Gwynedd as well – to work abroad. Before she left north Wales I heard that she had been subjected to a campaign of harassment at home and had been so worried that she had called the police in. I was told that the Bethesda police had stressed to her that she was not being targeted because she wasn’t Welsh.

No, like most of the aggro in north Wales, it will have been the paedophiles’ friends at work, bugger all to do with ‘Welsh extremists’.

It was at this time that Heidi Humphreys, one of the nurses on Seiriol Ward, was killed in a car crash on her way home to Pwllheli one evening (see post ‘The Sad Story Of The Heidi Humphreys Unit’).

 

Whilst I was on the ward staffed by Sharon the Hypnotherapist and many others who generally ignored the patients and chatted among themselves I heard a number of interesting things. A common theme was the terrible way in which staff were treated by the Top Docs, particularly by Tony Francis. Patients and staff claimed to have witnessed Francis losing his temper and going absolutely beserk, swearing at them and chucking furniture around. A group of the oppressed entertained each other with the story of a very meek and polite overseas junior doctor whom they alleged had been terrorised by Francis for months. The doctor had arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd as an SHO and had been promoted. One day Francis was witnessed shouting and swearing at everyone and yelled out ‘where’s that fucking SHO?’, to which a polite meek voice behind him replied ‘I have been a registrar for three months now…’

 

How much more did I witness then paedophiles’ friends?? You had no idea that I was gathering the evidence did you…You’ll just have to keep following the blog…

 

Whilst searching for something else recently I came across the 1994 New Year Honours list. There were a number of honours given to people who were closely associated with those we known and love.

A Phyllis Ford who was a fundraiser for the St David’s Hospice Appeal Fund was honoured. St David’s Hospice is in Llandudno and for years has been run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The CEOs Of St David’s Hospice’). Phyllis appeared on the episode of ‘This Is Your Life’ when the subject of the programme was Ken Dodd and revealed that Ken Dodd had raised a great deal of money for St David’s Hospice and that Ken’s target was to raise £2 million for them. Ken got a round of applause. The audience will have had no idea that St David’s Hospice is run by the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. I did suspect that Ken Dodd might have had a link to the paedophiles’ friends when I was researching for my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’.  Now it has been confirmed. Which makes the banging up in a secure hospital of Ruth Tagg, Ken’s alleged ‘stalker’, even more worrying than I thought it was.

The paedophiles’ friends of St David’s Hospice are certainly well connected. A comment after one of my previous posts mentioned how Paul Merton, Marcus Brigstocke and Phil Jupitus all rolled up in north Wales to put on a fundraising comedy gig to raise money for St David’s Hospice when the appalling Alun Davies was the CEO, but I didn’t mention that Ken Roache aka Ken Barlow of Coronation Street fame was the Patron of St David’s Hospice whilst Davies was CEO.

So how did a thick, corrupt, document forging, lying git like Alun Davies (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) gain access to so many high profile celebs?

 

One of the guests on Ken Dodd’s ‘This Is Your Life’ was Jimmy Tarbuck. When Tarby was the subject of ‘This Is Your Life’, his bessie mates Cilla Black and her husband and manager Bobby Willis appeared. Cilla was a personal friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who was my head of dept when I worked at St George’s. Chamberlain knew about the paedophile ring operating in south London of which his colleague Professor Oliver Brooke was a member and he knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Two years after I left St George’s, Chamberlain was involved in a major research fraud but unlike his colleague Malcolm Pearce, Chamberlain wasn’t struck off although Chamberlain’s name was on the research paper (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). When Chamberlain retired from St George’s, he took up a post lecturing at Swansea University.

After Bobby Willis died, Cilla became a very big mate of Paul O’Grady aka Lily Savage. Cilla went on holiday with Paul O’Grady, as she did with Tarby. Paul O’Grady’s autobiography mentions that he was a social worker in Lambeth before he became famous and among other things, he failed to report the death of a client and squatted in her flat and left other vulnerable clients alone at night when he was on duty whilst he got pissed and had knees-ups with rent boys at local gay clubs.

One of Tarby’s mates was Cliff Richard. Who, like Tarby, was accused of historic sex offences.

Someone who was investigated for historic sex offences as part of Operation Yewtree and who professed his innocence and subsequently wrote a book about it, ‘Under The Yewtree’, was Paul Gambaccini. I read Gambaccini’s book and like Gambaccini’s radio broadcasts it was utter drivel. There was nothing at all about the investigation in there, it wasn’t even an account of My Hell. It was literally a list of all the celebs and posh restaurants that Gambaccini had hung out with or in whilst he was under investigation, accompanied by commentary about his many talents and achievements. Such as knowing what Number 6 was in the Billboard chart in 1967, having learned such useful info by rote.

Gambaccini’s book was so vain and vacuous that I read bits of it out to one of my friends. One memorable sentence in the book was ‘she might not know it, but Joan Collins has been in the same room as me on at least two occasions’. We had a good laugh at Gambaccini’s name-dropping and I didn’t think any more about it until I researched for my post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’. It was only then that I found out that Prof Linford Rees, the lecherous old Top Doctor who protected Dafydd et al for decades, was the father-in-law of Christopher Cazenove – who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was a good friend of Joan Collins….

I have not found any links at all between Cliff and Dafydd and the paedophiles. I watched a clip of Cliff on TV explaining that he had forgiven the person who had accused him and goodness me for all Cliff knew the person might need psychiatric treatment. I think that you’ll find Cliff that the ‘psychiatric treatment’ came first – it was how so many vulnerable young people from north Wales ended up being coerced into having sex with so many not very attractive but rich people.

I am currently doing a bit of research on many of the celebs who squealed furiously when the police pointed the finger at them not so long ago. Apart from Cliff, so far I’ve found out that all of them had a link with associates of Dafydd. Might the police have noticed that as well?

 

The appearance of so many people on past episodes of ‘This Is Your Life’ who might have been in the same room as mates of Dafydd brought to my mind the unlikely subject of a ‘This Is Your Life’ episode in the mid-late 1990s. I was amazed, because someone I knew appeared on there. It was someone who had taught me when I was an undergrad at Bangor – a man called Tony Jones.

I could not fathom why or indeed how on earth Tony Jones turned up on ‘This Is Your Life’. He was an earth scientist, not someone who performed at the London Palladium and no-one who was not an earth scientist, a climber or associated with Bangor University would ever have known who he was. Tony Jones was also a very controversial man because he was nakedly racist and was not above referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He had grown up in apartheid South Africa and was proud of it. I watched the programme because I wanted to see whether Tony Jones could actually restrain himself in front of Aspel and the cameras for 30 mins without causing a major diplomatic incident. Tony Jones managed not to hurl racist insults, but one could see that Aspel felt a little out of his depth.

I always got on OK with Tony Jones, but a lot of people did not. He was the warden of one of the male halls and whereas some of the students maintained that he was great and really liked having him around, others hated him. I know of at least one perfectly nice student who was subjected to a hate campaign by Tony Jones and just ended up moving out of hall despite having paid his fees because there was no way of resolving the situation.

The most worrying Tony Jones anecdote that I ever heard was from another student who maintained that Tony Jones was friends with a number of corrupt police officers and that after falling out with a student, for a laugh Tony Jones had got his corrupt mates to arrest the student and keep him in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight. The cells in Bangor Police Station were a place where anything could and did happen, particularly as Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ruled the roost there.

Tony Jones was the subject of a certain amount of speculation because he was constantly surrounded by a clique of young men who pursued rather butch activities with him and he very obviously couldn’t cope with women who were not sporty/robust. In about 1998 I was friendly with one of the cleaners in the hall of residence who used to clean Tony Jones’s flat. One day she remarked ‘he’s a bit weird – he likes boys doesn’t he’. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret this, but nothing more overt was said so I didn’t pursue the matter.

In about 2004 Tony Jones clashed big time with longstanding paedophiles’ friend Fran Tate and she tried to force him out of his job as warden. I was completely on Tony Jones’s side with regard to that particular battle because Fran Tate had already come gunning for me and had gone after a few other people as well. Fran Tate was responsible for the shambles that was ‘disability support’ in the Students Union (see post ‘Disability Support’). Fran mercifully retired and has now made her allegiances clear by joining Lucille Hughes in the management tier of the CAB.

Tony Jones died a few months ago, so he is not able to tell us why he was constructed as a luvvie at about the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched.

 

Another person who joined Phyllis Ford in bagging a gong in the 1994 New Years Honours list was Dr John Edward Arthur Kenrick, the Chairman of Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority – someone else who has disappeared without trace. However I have found out that the Kenricks are a Welsh family who are descendants of Hywel Dda, the Prince of South Wales. Although some Kenricks lived in other regions of Wales and occasionally married people from England, the family were from Denbighshire. A lot of them were Top Doctors or Ministers of religion. At least one was a Magistrate in Denbigh and another Kenrick lived just down the road from Wrexham, near Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn. It’ll be the old story – Dr John Kenrick’s family will have been involved with the abuse and criminality even if he wasn’t and they’ll have been clinging together like limpets lest the whole lot of them and the reputations of their noble ancestors sink together.

In 1988 when I first began to uncover the seriousness of Dafydd’s wrongdoing and I realised that no-one would grass him up although they all loathed him, one of my friends who I’d been at Bangor University with observed that it will be a case of Dafydd saying ‘if I go down I’ll take the rest of you down with me’. At the time I just thought that Dafydd was shagging the female patients and breaking the law in his attempts to silence them. I didn’t realise that he was the key player in a paedophile ring supplying kids to Westminster paedophiles and which had links to Europe.

So there’ll be a lot more people going down with Dafydd than just a few Top Docs and social workers in north Wales.

 

Jean Evans of the Kidney Patients Association of North Wales was awarded an MBE in the 2004 New Years Honours. The Kidney Patient’s Association of North Wales evolved from the Kidney Wales organisations that were founded by Professor Sir William Asscher, a paedophiles’ friend who served Cardiff loyally for years and then relocated to St George’s Hospital Medical School, became Dean and then Principal and continued colluding with paedophiles’ friends and serious crime at an even higher level (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). Jean is still loyally serving the paedophiles’ friends, she is Chairperson of Friends of Renal Care at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd.

 

Stuart Errington, Chairman, National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, was awarded a CBE. Lucille Hughes has for many years been involved with the senior management of the CAB.

Stuart Grant Errington was born on 23 June 1929.He was the son of Sir Eric Errington and Marjorie Bennett and married Anne Baedeker in June 1954.  Stuart Errington died on 16 Nov 2017 at age 88.

Stuart Errington was educated at Rugby and then went to Trinity College, Oxford. He gained the rank of 2nd Lieutenant in the Royal Artillery. Errington was with Ellerman Lines, 1952-59 and was with Astley Industrial Trust between 1959-70. Errington was a JP for Berkshire in 1970. In 1977 he became MD of Mercantile Credit. Errington was a Director of Barclays Merchant Bank, Barclays Bank UK , Kleinwort Overseas Investment Trust, Northern Electric 1989–96, Nationwide Building Society 1989–97; Errington was Chairman and Chief Executive of Mercantile Group, 1988-89.  He held the office of Deputy Lieutenant of Berkshire in 2000. He lived at Earleywood Lodge in Ascot.

Stuart Errington was also a Director of Municipal Mutual Insurance from 1989. Munipal Mutual Insurance were of course the insurers of Clwyd County Council and employed Michael Beloff QC as their legal advisor – who advised everyone not to make the contents of the Jillings Report available to anyone…Municipal Mutual told Clwyd that if they didn’t follow this advice, the Councillors themselves would be personally liable for paying damages if any of the former kids in the care of Clwyd sued. Municipal Mutual also demanded that Councillor Malcolm King – who had been asking questions about the abuse of children for a long while –  be sacked if he got hold of the Jillings Report and disclosed the contents. Municipal Mutual were also the insurers of the North Wales Police who refused to co-operate with the first investigation into the abuse of children in north Wales. Please see my post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ for the full story.

So Dafydd and Lucille, why was Stuart Errington prepared to stick his neck out so far to save your skins then?

Stuart Errington had three children – David, Elizabeth and Charles. David went to Rugby. Elizabeth married Jamie Corke and lives in Dorset. Charles went to Rugby, Goldsmith’s and Oxford. He is a derivatives dealer, a designer of a risk analytics software package and a writer. He married Nicole Cauverian, who is a graduate of King’s College and is a TV producer.

Gladys Broomfield, Morris Markowe Unit of the League of Friends, Springfield Hospital, Wandsworth, was also honoured in the New Years Honours of 1994. I can’t find any trace of Gladys, but the Morris Markowe Unit was an annexe to Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit associated with St George’s and was named after the Medical Administrator of Springfield. At the beginning of the 1990s the Wandsworth District Health Authority had the largest deficit in any English Health District and needed to save £9m.  It decided on the early closure of the Unit, which by now had only 54 beds.  The patients were transferred to Springfield Hospital in 1991.

A number of questions come to mind. How did Wandsworth Health Authority end up with the largest deficit of any HA in England in the early 1990s? There was certainly no money being spent on patient care. As with Gwynedd Health Authority and Clwyd County Council – and at present the Betsi Board – care was appalling and the organisation was being used to facilitate organised crime rather than look after patients/clients. So where did the dosh go? What was Gladys doing with the money that she raised? More importantly, why was Gladys honoured when the organisation was in such an appalling mess?

 

But then why were ANY of these people – who were all involved with facilitating a paedophile ring – honoured at all? The announcement of the honours to be picked up by this bunch was made at the very end of 1993. The police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring with links to ‘VIPs’ operating in north Wales took place between 1991-1993. It was stated that no evidence of a paedophile ring had been found and the investigation was closed.

Ah – I think that I understand the flurry of honours for people who worked with the associates of the paedophile ring which did not exist.

 

In 1994 a ‘reclusive British bachelor’,  Alan Angus – a water rates collector who died at the age of 65 from a heart attack – bequeathed almost £1 m to the Morris Marlowe Unit, which had treated one of his relatives ten years previously. ‘Living in squalor’, Mr Angus was unaware that the Unit had closed in 1991.
So what was the truth behind Mr Angus’s enormous donation to a gang of white-collar criminals? £1 million quid was a great deal of money in 1994 and by 1994 the publicity regarding Springfield Hospital was nothing short of dreadful. There had been a number of murders of staff and patients and a string of sexual assaults on women patients. It was all this that led to a public inquiry a few years later where Springfield was absolutely damned and deemed to be dangerous. Even if they had treated his relative well 10 years previously – which I doubt, Springfield had been run by and for gangsters for years – Mr Angus will probably have known how bloody awful the place was even if he was a recluse. He’d have needed a very kind heart indeed to part with £1 m for the benefit of that bunch of crooks whilst he ‘lived in squalor’. Is it possible that Mr Angus himself was vulnerable and not coping and perhaps a little birdy from Springfield had been in contact with him and persuaded him to write that will leaving such a generous donation?

 

Dr Donald Irvine, GMC. Donald bagged an knighthood in the New Year’s honours of 1994 and it must have been something to do with successfully ensuring that Dafydd and the paedophiles didn’t all end up in the clink. Not that the Top Doctors were particularly grateful. Irvine was forced out of his role as President of the GMC in May 2001. The other Top Docs were spitting blood that Irvine had tried to implement reforms for the regulation of the Top Doctors as the Gov’t had asked him to. Irvine’s colleagues were adamant that he could fuck off because no-one was going to regulate them. Why the sudden urgency on behalf of Blair and his Health Secretary Alan Milburn to hold the Top Docs to account? It followed the Bristol Heart Surgery Scandal and the Alder Hey Scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) – and then the icing on the cake was a man called Harold Shipman. Alan Milburn could take no more and told the Top Docs that they had to sort themselves out or the Gov’t would. So the Top Docs held a revolution. The Gov’t collectively wet themselves and thus Dafydd is still Chairing his charity CAIS  today.

Donald Irvine had been faced with attempts to oust him previously. In May 1999 GMC member Wendy Savage challenged Sir Donald’s leadership. Savage led the charge against Sir Donald, stating that he had too readily bowed to Gov’t in pushing ahead with the reforms. This was the first time in the history of the GMC that anyone had challenged an incumbent President.

In May 1999 Ronnie Waterhouse was in the process of writing up his Report. Wendy Savage was a good friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain – who at that time was still sitting in the middle of the cesspit that was St George’s… Wendy Savage’s life might have been touched by Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Wendy Savage became famous in the 1980s when she was suspended after a high profile ding dong with her head of dept. Journalists who knew sod all about what was going on told the world that it was because Wendy Savage was a woman, a feminist, a Top Doctor who promoted natural childbirth, a member of the Labour Party and was married to a black man. People who had personal knowledge of the parties involved knew that it was because Wendy Savage and her boss just really hated each other.

Wendy Savage spent her career working at the London Hospital in Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was one of the boroughs sending kids into the arms of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). Wendy Savage was someone who took time to talk and listen to patients who were living in poverty and getting kicked in the teeth. I bet she had found out what Dafydd et al were up to. Wendy was politically active. So as well as having the reputation of the Top Doctors to preserve, she’ll also have been mindful that an exposure of Dafydd would lead to the exposure of all those Labour boroughs in London who were knowingly sending kids into the embrace of a paedophile gang in north Wales – and of course those Labour politicians who were abusing kids themselves.

Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party at the time – and we know that the Windbag really thought that he was in with a chance of becoming PM as long as he could keep that barrel of crap in north Wales nailed firmly shut. The Windbag even headhunted the noxious Sam Galbraith and begged him to join the Labour Party, so desperate was he to have the Top Docs on side (see post ‘I Warn You…’).

 

I have previously blogged about John Smith’s unfortunate and unexpected death in May 1994, one month before the head of Bryn Estyn Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. Four days after Arnold’s death the trial of Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson began, two members of staff of Bryn Estyn who were charged with sexual and physical assaults on boys (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). John Smith died when Barts Hospital could not revive him, after he had a heart attack in his flat at the Barbican (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). John Smith had his first heart attack  on 9 Oct 1988 and was forced to spend three months away from Westminster to recover. On that occasion, he had complained of chest pains the night before and had to be persuaded to cancel a flight to London so that he could go to hospital for a check-up. He was examined at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary  where an EEG was performed. The Top Doctor who examined him told Smith ‘Whatever it is, we don’t think it is your heart’. Then Smith suddenly collapsed and was briefly unconscious before coming around. He spent three days in intensive care before leaving hospital on 20 Oct 1988 and made a full recovery.

Smith made modifications to his lifestyle by going on a 1,000-calories per day diet, cutting down on rich foods and fine wines, giving up smoking and taking up climbing Munros. His weight dropped from 15 stone 5 pounds at the time of the first heart attack, to 12 stone 10 pounds when he returned to Parliament on 23 Jan 1989.

Edinburgh Royal Infirmary, who absolutely reassured Smith that he did not have heart problems days before he keeled over with a heart attack and ended up in intensive care, employed some questionable people. In 1993 Edinburgh Royal Infirmary gave the former Bay City Roller Derek Longmuir a job as a nurse. Longmuir had begun nurse training in 1990 after carrying out voluntary work at the Sick Children’s Hospital in Edinburgh.

In 2000, Longmuir, 49, was sentenced to 300 hours of community service at Edinburgh Sheriff’s Court for possessing child pornography. Longmuir was suspended from his job at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary and refused to comment when he left court.

Longmuir had pleaded guilty to having indecent films, videos and photos of children at his Edinburgh home. He also admitted making indecent photos of children at his home in March 1998. Yet his lawyer, Robbie Burnett, told Edinburgh Sheriff Court that Longmuir was ‘not a paedophile and was not someone who engages in child sex nor somebody terribly interested in child porn’. Burnett concluded that ‘he deplores and disapproves of the exploitation of children for any of these purposes’.

Lothian and Borders Police serious crime squad officers found the material after a raid on Derek Longmuir’s home in Sept 1998 following a tip-off. Police seized computers, videos and floppy disks from the house, which were pointed out to the officers by Longmuir. Twenty-two videos and six projector reels were seized which contained child porn. 1,000 images were recovered from the 73 floppy disks confiscated – some of those showed sex involving children. Which is a great deal of child porn to be found in the possession of someone who is not terribly interested in it.

Sheriff Isobel Poole only sentenced Longmuir after receiving psychiatric, social inquiry and community service reports.

Longmuir did have to leave his nursing job after he was convicted, but only because of the fuss that the media made. He was later allowed to continue working as a nurse.

 

Robbie Burnett, the lawyer who mounted a valiant defence of Derek and his child porn, was educated at George Heriot’s School in Edinburgh and studied law at Edinburgh University. After leaving University, Robbie became an apprentice at Drummond & Co/Drummond Miller, later becoming assistant and then partner in 1978. Robbie left Drummond Miller in 1993 to establish Burnett Christie, which expanded by taking in McCourts in 2003 to become Burnett Christie Knowles McCourts (BKCM).

Robbie Burnett is a former President of the Edinburgh Bar Association and a member of both the Law Society Criminal Committee and the Scottish Criminal Rules Council. He became a Senior Solicitor Advocate in 2009.

The very understanding Sheriff, Isobel Poole, was awarded an OBE in the 2013 New Year Honours List. The award was for services to justice in Scotland and to the community in Edinburgh. Isobel was admitted to the Faculty of Advocates in 1964 and appointed a Sheriff of Lothian & Borders in 1979. She served full time, principally in Edinburgh, until 2007. After that she continued as a part time Sheriff. Isobel Poole is a member of the Scottish Lawyers’ European Group and has also served on the Sheriffs’ Council.

 

As for John Smith’s widow Elizabeth, she was educated at Hutchesons’ Girls Grammar School and Glasgow University. She is president of Scottish Opera and served as Chairman of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, 1995-12. She is also a Governor of the English-Speaking Union and a Board member of the Centre for European Reform.

Elizabeth was given a peerage in Feb 1995. The Baroness has claimed more than £600,000 in expenses since 2002, when she asked a written question to the Ministers.

Presumably Elizabeth knows nearly as much as her late husband did about figures in the Labour Party – including the Party’s leaders – concealing the organised abuse of children and the associated criminality. Elizabeth’s daughter Sarah Smith is a Scottish TV journalist, which might be another reason why we have heard so little about it.

 

I was listening to the play for voices, ‘Under Milk Wood’, earlier. Dylan Thomas was inspired to write it after he stayed at New Quay in west Wales, but some of the names and phrases in the poem brought back memories of the everyday story of service user folk in north Wales, so here’s a little tribute to Dafydd:

To begin at the beginning…
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers,
the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher,
postman and publican, the undertaker and Lucille the fancy woman,
Slob Ingham the drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, Elfed the corrupt policeman, the webfoot
cocklewomen and the tidy wives…

Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the
Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of
Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed;
tumbling by the Sailors Arms*

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the
slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you
can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms and petticoats
over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth,
Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the
eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes
and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes
and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.

FIRST DEAD

Remember me, Dafydd?

I’m Mavis – found dead after I walked out of the Hergest Unit and no-one noticed that I’d gone until they found my body…

Remember me Dafydd?

SECOND DEAD

I’m Simon – I was a witness to your wrongdoing who developed meningitis and the Top Docs told me that I had flu…I died in Ysbyty Gwynedd at 17 years old…

Dafydd, Dafydd, remember me?

THIRD DEAD

I’m Wayne – I told a friend that the mental health services had ruined my life and I threw myself under a train… after my death an Angel told a friend that I’d wanted to die and that was that…

I’m rattling my chains as well Dafydd…

FOURTH DEAD

It’s Delyth Dafydd – I died shortly after the day centre in the Hergest Unit was closed down when I was sent to a mediocore ‘care home’ miles away…

The skull at your ear Dafydd is…

FIFTH DEAD

Foxy – found dead after choking to death in another ‘care home’ where I was observed every twenty minutes but my body wasn’t found for more than an hour…

SIXTH DEAD

I’m Ann, killed in a head-on car crash which left my former boyfriend brain damaged, after I witnessed what happened to Sally…

SEVENTH DEAD

Dr Antonio – stabbed myself to death in the heart after months of ill health whilst my colleagues called me a hypochondriac…

EIGHTH DEAD

I’m Richard – killed myself whilst working as a male midwife at Ysbyty Gwynedd and left a suicide note behind saying that no-one could imagine the sort of things that were happening there…

NINTH DEAD

I’m Lil, worked for Professor Fergus Lowe and was married to a Hergest nurse – I was taken ill and could not be saved by Ysbyty Gwynedd…

TENTH DEAD

I’m Bob – a psychiatrist at Hergest who was taken ill and guess what, I died in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd as well..

ELEVENTH DEAD

My dad was framed for sex offences and I died at Ysbyty Gwynedd a few years later when they switched off my life-support. Because I was as drunk as a deacon – but actually one of my friends still has the suicide note that I left behind…

UNFORTUNATELY I’M STILL ALIVE – Remember me Dafydd, Dr Devakumar, a BMA psychiatrist and your old buddy – Does anybody want a fight???

TWELFTH DEAD

I’m Brian – another witness who was killed in a car crash which didn’t involve another vehicle and I was always such a good driver, no-one could explain it…

THIRTEENTH DEAD – AND PROBABLY INFECTED A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE BEFORE HE DIED

The son of Lord Cut-Glass, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – I was known to be sexually abusing boys in care in Wrexham but nonetheless I had one such boy arrested for ‘theft’ and sent to a detention centre – I died of AIDS in 1993…

Oh diolch yn fawr Dafydd bach, we Cut-Glasses are so grateful for all your help…none of us ever went to prison…we came to a bad end…very enjoyable…

FOURTEENTH DEAD

I’m Vince – rang the Hergest Unit late one night and explained that I was suicidal. I was found dead a few hours later.

FIFTEENTH DEAD

I’m Martin – found dead on the road near Bethesda after I’d witnessed Gwynedd Social Services denying a father access to his baby after framing him because he reported the abuse of four children and the guilty family did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

MURDER!!!

Dafydd, the no good boyo… Cross his palm with silver – and he’ll do anything..

Time passes…

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – there’s Dafydd Iwan singing a tribute to Dafydd the Brave Welsh Psychiatrist and Elinor Bennett playing her harp and Gruff Rhys and the Super Furries, Gruff Rhys who’s dad was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the children’s homes were full of paedophiles…

Then there’s Gossamer Beynon, wife of Leighton Andrews…

And we always think, before we tumble into bed, of all those patients who are dead, dead, dead…

Look mam! – Dafydd is crying, he’s got a nose like strawberries …

Oh no he’s not crying, we were mistaken…he’s pissing himself laughing whilst he counts his money

YCHAFI!

(I could write a version of the song about people giving Gwennie a penny in return for a kiss in Milk Wood, but in view of what Dafydd, Lucille and John Allen were actually doing to the kids in care, it would end up a lot more unpleasant that Thomas’s original.)

 

* There is a Sailors Arms in Beaumaris and in the late 1990s two of the barmen there were student nurses at Ysbyty Gwynedd. One was a student psychiatric nurse called Dave who was thrown off the course for reasons that he would not come clean about, but he continued to work as the manager of a truly dreadful EMI home on Anglesey owned by a business associate of Dafydd’s. When on night duty this man would make himself comfortable and sleep throughout the entire shift. I witnessed him pick up an elderly lady who had fallen out of bed and, whilst swearing at her, throw her back onto the bed. On another occasion he described a patient – in front of her – as ‘the creature from the swamp’. Dafydd’s mate who owned the ‘care home’ was under police investigation at the time and was forced to sell the business. It didn’t hinder Dave – the man who hated patients so much was offered a job as a care home manager in Coventry.

 

NB. To those Who Care, who might wish to accuse me of insensitivity and may well be gearing up for howls of ‘OOOH look what she’s said now’ – perhaps you could remind me of the occasions on which any of you raised concerns about this nightmare? Or indeed let me know who among you has had to flee Wales after a number of attempts to kill you and is now in hiding?

 

 

Gems from the ‘Daily Post’ over the last few days –

Lawrence Kenwright, the businessman who wants to turn what is left of the North Wales Hospital into a luxury hotel, has explained that he wants a Victorian asylum theme, with guests being greeted by men in white coats no less.  None of them wore white coats at Denbigh Lawrence, the Angels wore military style uniforms with pips on their shoulders and Dafydd wore filthy old Al Capone suits which didn’t fit him properly. However I am sure that if a VIP had turned up, white coats would have been donned to give the impression that this was actually a hospital.

Various local people have supported Lawrence’s idea on the grounds that it will provide jobs for local people. Lawrence may well find himself inundated with applications from staff of the Betsi, who are now forming an exodus.

Lawrence might not know this, but Dafydd’s son Deiniol ap Dafydd is a foodie who runs a bistro and deli business in Llanrwst, Blas ar Fwyd. Dafydd will no doubt be looking for opportunities to flog Deiniol’s produce, so Lawrence might soon be receiving a phone call.  Deiniol’s puddings and cakes are a bit too sugary for my taste. I met Deiniol at a food fayre once, he had no idea who I was, but he was very pleasant and friendly and fed me sausages. I spent the whole time thinking ‘you don’t know me BUT…’ What made it even more bizarre was that I was with a friend who had ended up in prison as a result of the paedophiles’ friends and who had encountered Dafydd and his ‘nursing homes’ and he was fed morsels by Deiniol as well, but he had no idea at all who Deiniol’s dad was. I had to enlighten him afterwards.

I have another story re an encounter with a different offspring of Dafydd’s – it is for a future post.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ ran a feature comparing house prices in different parts of north Wales. The most expensive house featured was a cottage in Rhosneigr. Rhosneigr is known for its second homes. In fact Duncan Orme, the Bangor University Welfare Officer in 1984, who was the first person whom I met who wet himself at the thought of challenging Gwynne the lobotomist (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), has a second home near Rhosneigr. Duncan ended up as Finance Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire! Start as you mean to go on Duncan – pursue a whole career ignoring criminality and patient harm and you too can have a second home on Anglesey that none of the locals could afford even as their main residence.

So what was the cheapest home that the Post featured? It was a flat above a shop in Victoria Place, Bethesda. In days gone by, it would have housed a young single person or a service user, but they couldn’t afford it now. The flat was next door to what used to be the Bethesda Surgery, where Drs Gareth Jones, Nicky Heinersdorff, Paul Nickson and John Mithan knew about very nearly everything that I have detailed on this blog yet remained completely silent. Whilst they lived in the best houses in the area and drove the most expensive cars. How about a plaque to the fallen a la the plaque to paedophiles’ friend Val Feld which has recently been attached to the wall of the Senedd (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’)? The Tomb of the Unknown Service User in the centre of Bethesda might be more appropriate, the retired GPs couldn’t miss that as they drive past in their expensive cars on their generous pensions whilst they ignore the local graveyards which are full of their victims.

The Post also reported on the gender pay gap in north Wales. Consistent with Theresa May’s bright idea of publishing datasets with absolutely no analysis in her battle against inequality, the ‘Daily Post’ has mentioned that Cartrefi Cymru has only a gender pay gap of 1% – in favour of women. Women who work for this company earn MORE than men. So what is this business that emerges from Theresa’s exercise smelling of roses? Cartrefi Cymru is a chain of homes for people with learning disabilities and severe autism. Some of their clients have physical disabilities as well.

I met one of their managers a couple of years ago, a former Angel from St George’s Hospital Medical School no less. She was, incredibly enough, very impressive. Her attitude was spot on and she had some very good ideas with regard as to how to provide care and support to a group of adult whose difficulties are such that most people find it very difficult – and exhausting – to care for them. However she did admit that the pay offered by Cartrefi  Cymru was pitiful, particularly in return for such a taxing job. Support workers – which make up nearly all of Cartrefi’s staff – are paid the national minimum wage. When I chatted to this lady, the Gov’t had just introduced new regulations to ensure that support workers working night shifts were paid much more. In response to this directive, the senior managers at Cartrefi had redefined everybody’s shifts and hours to ensure that no-one actually received an increase in pay.

The reason why women at Cartrefi Cymru earn more than men is that most of the home managers are Angels and are thus paid a bit more than the support workers, many of whom are male. But no-one gets very much at Cartrefi, despite the dedication and high standards of the lady whom I met.

The shite pay received by Cartrefi Cymru staff is a result of decisions made by the Directors of Cartrefi. One of whom is a Dr Peter Higson, old mate of Dafydd’s and at present Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board…

Peter Higson, although he has now retired from a lifetime of concealing crime in the NHS and is thus in receipt of a fat pension, also receives very generous remuneration for his three days a weeks or whatever Chairing the Betsi – more than most people in north Wales earn in their full time jobs.

 

The Welsh media are reporting on Rod Liddle insulting the Welsh. As well as suggesting that all sane people would wish to exit Wales as soon as humanly possible, Liddle has made the standard insult about the Welsh language not having any vowels. Paedophiles’ friend Hywel Williams sent out a tweet explaining that the English for ‘ignorant’ has three vowels, whereas the Welsh word for ‘ignorant’ is ‘anwybodus’, which has four vowels. Which is the most sensible  point that I have ever noticed Hywel Williams make – it beats conjuring up lame excuses for the lethal mental health services or begging for a prison to be built in Caernarfon to fill with the the paedophiles’ victims.

Meri Huws has announced that she is now assembling a team to deal with Rod Liddle. Meri, I’m sure that he’s quaking in his boots. I think Rod works or did work at ‘The Spectator’. In terms of a shagfest, Rod and co make Meri look like an amateur.

 

Theresa has announced another £75 million for prostate cancer research which ‘will save thousands of lives’. There has now been an admission that previous prostrate cancer research was barking up the wrong tree and that the PSI test does not identify men at risk. So Theresa’s given another £75 million to the people who persisted with that particular lie although they knew that their results had not lived up to their subsequent claims.

 

There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth over the latest outrage regarding the use of chemical weapons in Syria. Yet again western politicians are fuming impotently over the genocidal ambitions of Bashar al-Assad. Bashar is of course a Top Doctor who spent four years undertaking postgrad work at the Western Eye Hospital in London, immediately before returning to Syria in his capacity as heir apparent. The Western Eye Hospital is run by Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, who also employ so many of those cancer experts who are going to save thousands of lives with Theresa’s £75 million quid.

In 2000 Bashar received 99.7% of the vote in a democratic election. He is as popular as that other Top Doctor Dafydd. In the 1990s when I and another patient constantly challenged the Hergest Unit over the presence of Dafydd there, we were told that ‘the patients want to see him, they like him’.

 

Blair was wheeled out on the ‘Today’ programme this morning to talk about the Good Friday agreement, which people are now claiming is not quite the solution that Blair told everybody that it was. Blair still isn’t fessing up to the role played in the peace process by the deal re the Kincora Boys’ Home. There has never been a full investigation into Kincora and it was specifically excluded from the major inquiry into the abuse of children in N Ireland.

Blair’s mate Mo Mowlam was credited with much of the success of the N Ireland peace process. Mo was the MP for Redcar. Redcar is in Cleveland. Mo was elected as MP on 11 June 1987. Bang in the middle of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Mo did not say a word about any of it. Or about the paedophile ring which had been in operation in the area for years and which was working hand in glove with Dafydd.

In 2001 Mo’s seat was succeeded by that very good paedophiles’ friend, Vera Baird (see post ‘Sisters Are Indeed Doing It For Themselves’).

I will write more about Mo soon.

 

 

In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen

Professor Robert Owen OBE died on 7 March 2018 at the age of 96. Tributes have been paid to Prof Owen, a ‘leading orthopaedic surgeon whose many achievements included treating children with scoliosis all over the world’.

Robert Owen was born in Chwilog near Pwllheli and grew up on the family farm. He was head boy at Pwllheli Grammar School and had aspirations to be a vet until his younger brother William fell off a bike. Robert, then a teenager, took him to see a doctor. Prof Owen’s daughter Gilly explained that Robert ‘actually passed out during the operation, but the doctor told him he wasn’t going to be a vet, he was going to go into medicine, and said that he knew the Dean at Guy’s Hospital in London – and that was that’.

After qualifying at Guy’s and serving for three years in the RAF, Prof Owen decided on a career in orthopaedics. He had a special interest in disabilities in children, and this interest led him to set up the Clwyd Special Riding Centre. He was especially interested in scoliosis and held clinics in places as diverse as Brazil, Africa, Nepal and Norway.

Prof Owen’s daughter Gilly told the ‘Daily Post’ that one of his students, who is now in his 80s, is coming from Brazil to attend his funeral. Prof Owen met his wife Meg in West Kirby – they had two children, Gilly and David.

Robert Owen was awarded an OBE for services to medicine in 1990 – his achievements included co-founding the Ronald McDonald House at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital and helping establish Robert Owen House at Broadgreen Hospital in Liverpool to accommodate the relatives of patients. He saw the need for such a place after having major heart surgery at Broadgreen.

Robert Owen was the Professor of Orthopaedic Surgery at Liverpool University and had been a consultant and Professor at Royal Liverpool University Hospital and Alder Hey.

Gilly commented that her dad ‘was also a very charismatic presence who would cajole people to do things before they even realised. He was so proud to be Welsh. It meant everything to him and he was a member of the Gorsedd of Bards. He was a modest man and a hard act to follow’.

Professor Owen’s funeral is taking place at Rhos-on-Sea Methodist Church on March 23.

Gilly told the ‘Daily Post’ that her dad ‘had more energy than anyone I’ve ever met, even during these last few months’.

That’s true – on each occasion that I met Prof Owen he was full of beans and utterly charming. However I too have a lot of energy – probably as much as Prof Owen – which has enabled me to work long hours writing this blog exposing Robert Owen’s friends and colleagues who facilitated a sex trafficking ring in north Wales. For the man who has just turned his toes up is THE Robert Owen who co-ordinated the cover-up of the serious criminality of Dr Dafy