Jennifer’s Diary

In the late 1980s, as I and Brown came under increasing attack from the paedophiles’ friends and some of those known to me in Somerset found themselves in receipt of friendship and generosity from the friends and relatives of the idle rich who had for some reason begun to frequent the Cottage Inn at Fiddington and other locations in the Bridgwater area (eg. see posts ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’), I noticed something rather inexplicable happening to my father where his employment was concerned.

When younger, my father worked in agriculture but in middle age he went to work in a small ailing factory in Bridgwater owned by a company called Redland Quilting. Redland was a company set up years previously by a man called Bill Cockhill, who had been a business associate of my grandpa’s from years previously. After my grandpa died I suspect that Bill began ripping off my father, because from what I remember it was then that things became very difficult. I have no idea how well grandpa knew Bill Cockhill. Bill was chatty and charming but I have been told that he was very unscrupulous.

I don’t think that Bill’s background was quite what Bill liked people to believe that it might have been. Although by the late 1970s Bill was living in a grand house near Bristol, driving Aston Martin cars and had sent his two daughters to expensive schools, Bill had little education and had been to a secondary modern school. My father used to notice that although Bill could do the socialising bit needed for business very well, Bill was not that sharp and not that knowledgeable.

When father went to work at Redland – I think that Bill had persuaded grandpa that this would be a great opportunity, only for it to be a really bum deal – the business side of the company was managed by a man called Ken Dewar and his wife Doreen assisted. Ken and Doreen were big names in the Bridgwater Tories and were also involved with charidee – they helped set up the Bridgwater Samaritans. So imagine everyone’s surprise when in the mid-1970s Bill found that Ken had embezzled thousands of quid from Redland, had stolen an expensive machine and had set up his own business on the back of everything that he’d nicked from Bill. The dosh that had been stolen were the bonuses that were due to my father. Ken Dewar pocketed the lot. Doreen was in on the swindle.

Bill confronted the Dewars and they fessed up. I don’t know why Bill didn’t prosecute them – did they have knowledge of wrongdoing on Bill’s part perhaps? – but Bill cut them out of his life and business, photocopied all the evidence that he’d gathered on them and sent it to all Ken Dewar’s business associates. Dewar’s business plans came to an end, but the Dewars still seemed to enjoy an affluent existence and were not frozen out of polite society in Bridgwater. They established the Samaritans AFTER Bill had exposed the Dewars as crooks…

The Dewars had a son called Neil who was quite a bit older than me whom I never met, who I think might be the Dr Neil Dewar who works as an environmental scientist at the University of Capetown. The Dewars also had a daughter, Fiona, who was about two years older than me with whom I sometimes played before her parents robbed my father. When I was a young adult, Fiona Dewar appeared in the media constructed as a Plucky Young Woman after she beat up a thief who tried to steal her car. Fiona would have been able to do that, when she was a teenager she was noted for being very tall, she was about six foot. I did note the irony of the Dewars being interviewed by the press in their capacity as crime fighters…

I was always of the opinion that father should have confronted the Dewars, but he didn’t. Bill saw them off and I suspect that father thought that the Dewars would then keep a discreetly low profile. Of course they didn’t, they played a leading light in Bridgwater which I suspected left father in a difficult position. A bit like all those in north Wales who had been stuffed over by Dafydd et al but who didn’t feel able to say anything.

Many years ago, it was suggested to me that the Freemasons in Somerset targeted my father after my grandfather had died as a revenge attack, not being able to get at grandpa himself, who loathed the Masons and openly took the piss out of them. I dismissed this out of hand at the time, but then when I began investigating Dafydd et al who were definitely protected by Freemasonry, I received messages telling me to look into what happened to my father because Masonic corruption was almost certainly involved. In a town like Bridgwater, Freemasonry would have been very influential in the 1960s and 70s, so for a while I thought, well it might have been possible. Since I began the blog, the information has been coming in…

After the departure of the Dewars, Redland carried on as a near sweat-shop. I worked there in the summer holidays after my O levels and there were a few things which were quite surreal. The workers were Bridgwater people who lived nearby, most of them were young women with no qualifications who were desperate to get married and have kids to escape the drudgery of their jobs. There were three older women who worked much harder and who were very chatty. One of them was lovely, a mother of two who’s son had been at school with me. She knew much of what I have written about on this blog with regard to Bridgwater, the dreadful conduct of some professional people and their corruption, but she took the view that people like her and her husband would never have been listened to if they had ever raised concerns. One of the other older women was later found to be stealing from the business in quite a big way – although not on the sort of scale that the Dewars did – and Bill sacked her.

Bill’s daughter Sheena worked at Redland that summer with me. Sheena was training to be a riding instructor and was an incredibly hard worker. I became quite friendly with Sheena throughout those weeks, although I never saw her again afterwards.

Bill himself would turn up at Redland for two or three days a week. He would work alongside everyone and chat, but the style that Bill lived in was certainly noted by the workers who really were paid a pittance, even by the standards of unskilled work, so there was resentment towards him.

There was another visitor to Redland as well, someone who was not the sort of man one would trip over in Bridgwater that often. Michael Biggs, or as he was always called with a degree of sarcasm, Mr Biggs. Mr Biggs was posh. Really posh, not just a GP in Bridgwater and a County Councillor. Mr Biggs had been to Eton and had been an officer in the Guards. He was a ‘businessman’ who lived in Godalming, Surrey.

Michael Biggs was one of Redland’s customers. For a few years, Redland manufactured things that were referred to as ‘freezer bags’. They were the forerunners of cold storage boxes. I always thought that the freezer bags were really naff, but they were designed to enable frozen food to be stored in them without it melting. There were no other similar products on the market at the time, so there was a demand for them. It was Michael Biggs who sold the freezer bags, from his base in Godalming.

Living in Somerset and knowing many small businessmen and farmers I was well-versed regarding the sins of the ‘middle man’. The bloke who did nothing but sell a product at vast profit which had been farmed or made by someone else who was paid bugger all. Michael Biggs was a middle man par excellence. He purchased the freezer bags from Redland for something like £1 each. Michael flogged them for nearly £9. Biggs didn’t even pack the bags – Redland did absolutely everything, made the freezer bags and packed them, even putting the instruction leaflets in before sealing the packaging. Michael Biggs would arrive in Bridgwater once a week with a trailer and Range Rover and the Redland workers would load Biggs’s trailer with the freezer bags and he’d drive back to Godalming with them. Biggs would watch us load the trailer, he didn’t put one bag in himself. Neither did Mr Biggs splash out on advertising more than he had to. The rather boring looking lady holding the freezer bag who appeared on the leaflets and in the adverts was Biggs’s daughter. As far as I can work out, all Biggs did was store the freezer bags in Surrey, place a few small ads in cheap n cheerful publications and then dispatch the freezer bags. The customers had to pay postage and packing.

I cannot fathom why Bill entered into this arrangement with Biggs. Bill was a sharp and greedy man, he knew that Biggs was making a killing because he used to talk about it. Biggs ordered Bill about as well. It was Biggs who insisted that Redland should pack the freezer bags as well as manufacture them and yet Bill did not say piss off, you’re already doing really well out of all of this. When we were loading Biggs’s trailer, Sheena and Bill would help with the grafting, but not Biggs.

I didn’t visit Redland again after the summer of 1979 but obviously I heard about what went on there. I was reminded of Mr Biggs again in 1988, because I found myself living near him when I worked in the Cancer Research Campaign team at Surrey University. In my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ I detailed how my work at Surrey was plagiarised and given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who published it with her name on it. I was made redundant after a year on the grounds that there was no further funding for me, while my work was used to secure further funding which was given to other researchers.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ describes a big research fraud that was perpetrated by those associated with my colleagues at Surrey which resulted in a scandal in 1990, causing one member of the team to kill himself when the fraud was exposed. One person involved was Dr Peter Macguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis. Macguire was a psychiatrist who suddenly decided that he was going to become a cancer researcher, just at the time that I entered cancer research.

By the time that I was working in Surrey, Dafydd et al were in full pursuit of me, as documents in my possession demonstrate. They were also using unlawful means to trace my home addresses.

It was when I lived in Surrey that a serial rapist targeted me. I got away, but he raped the woman who was the next person along the footpath after me.

The CRC team at Surrey was led by Prof Vincent Marks, who’s brother Dr John Marks was President of the BMA. When I worked for Vincent Marks, his brother was in full battle with Health Secretary Ken Clarke. They loathed each other. No-one won the battle because they were both concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al.

In Surrey I was unable to get effective NHS care. Professor Marks recommended a truly appalling psychiatrist called Michael Browne, telling me that he was ‘very good’. He wasn’t. Browne’s base, Brookwood Hospital, had been named and shamed repeatedly for neglecting patients so badly that they killed themselves. A few years after I left Surrey, Michael Browne was named in a scandal involving the gross clinical negligence of a young man who died in Wormwood Scrubs. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

I registered with the GP nearest to where I lived, a man called Michael Hudson. On my first visit he was rude and hostile and refused to assist me. Hudson was later struck off but I don’t know why. I didn’t return to Hudson, but instead went to another surgery, where I met a much nicer GP, Nigel Baldock. Dr Baldock made it clear that he had no opinion of psychiatrists. But guess what happened after my first consultation with Dr Baldock? He received a phone call from ever such a helpful man from north Wales who was so worried about me and just wanted to help, Dr D.G.E. Wood (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’). That’s the D.G.E. Wood who came from Bristol, who’s father was a Top Doc in Bristol and who still lived there, the D.G.E. Wood who had a whole corrupt network in Bristol, linked with David Hunt’s corrupt network in Bristol. The Lord David Hunt who spent so many years in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dafydd, Francis, Wood et al, as detailed in previous posts.

Bill Cockhill lived in Bristol, his network was there and Redland was a company which originated in Bristol.

When I lived in Surrey, I was walking in the Devil’s Punch-Bowl when I had a fall and sustained quite a nasty injury. I didn’t break anything, but I tore ligaments. I went to the hospital in Guildford who told me that there was nothing that they could do about this, I just had to go home and rest my ankle. I was able to walk again after a couple of weeks but the injury never healed properly and I still have a weakness in my ankle. I was later told that there was a lot more that the hospital could have done and that they knew this.

Then there was the time in Surrey that I sliced my finger open and rang the GP on call to ask for advice as to how to treat the injury because the adipose tissue was falling out which was worrying. He told me that there was nothing that he could do and rang off.

When I worked for Vincent Marks, I lived in a village called Thursley. It was just down the road from Godalming. Mr Biggs lived in Godalming. Biggs lived at The Mill, Mill Lane. Biggs is listed as being a Director of M.R.B. Holdings, a Director of M.R.B. Properties, a Director of Hatch Mill Properties Ltd and a Director of Eusalink Ltd. Biggs certainly built an empire on the back of those freezer bags and the badly paid workers of Redland Quilting.

I shared the cottage at Thursley with two young people, Guy and Beth, who were the offspring of well-heeled Surrey professionals but who seemed to be at a rather loose end. Beth’s mother was an educational psychologist and I have been told that she might have been nobbled by Dafydd’s network. Beth’s mum lived in Godalming. For a while, a midwife called Ann shared the house with us. I became quite friendly with Ann, she knew what had happened to me in north Wales and was worried for my safety. She told me that she had witnessed patient harm in hospitals and Top Doctors destroying medical records to conceal it, which was why she left midwifery. Ann was working in a private school for children with difficulties but resigned after just a few months and left Surrey. She discovered more and more about the school which made her increasingly unhappy and I now suspect that she discovered that there was abuse of the children there. She didn’t ever tell me that, but the euphemisms that Ann used I now know to be those used when people are getting the hell out of somewhere because there is abuse of vulnerable people happening. It has also been suggested to me that Ann was either a member of the security services who was sent to befriend me or that she was terrified of what was unravelling in north Wales and fled. See post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’.

It was when I was working at Surrey University in 1988 that upheavals occurred at Redland Quilting. Redland was located off the Bristol Road in Bridgwater. There was a big new development planned and a load of old properties, including some houses and the building which Redland occupied, were going to be demolished. I don’t know whether it was a case of a compulsory purchase order, but as far as I knew, there was no choice, the buildings were going to be demolished. So Redland had to find new premises if it were to continue in business. Bill Cockhill then announced that he had found someone who wanted to buy Redland, which came as quite a surprise to me, it was not the sort of business that would be snapped up. Even more surprisingly, the new owner was a businessman from Nottingham no less, a man called Richard Tennant.

I had worked at Nottingham until Dec 1987, it was where I witnessed the huge research fraud carried out at the Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University, by Prof Robert Baldwin and his merry men and a few women as well (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Nottingham was where I made friends with the two medical students who also witnessed neglect and research fraud who later left medicine. One of those medical students had a father who was a Civil Service mandarin. I have found out who he was and there is a blog post coming soon about him. His daughter was lovely, but Baldwin’s henchmen did not like her and she was under fire from them.

Not only had Richard Tennant from Nottingham bought Redland from Bill Cockhill, but Richard explained that Redland would be relocating to Nottingham, so obviously the local Bridgwater workers would all be made redundant. My father was about 60. The ‘redundancy packages’ offered were derisory. Father knew that although he’d worked all his life, he would never get another job again at his age. He was also the sort of person who would never have considered claiming benefits, except for the old age pension which he wasn’t due for another five years.

So Richard Tennant offered father a job in Nottingham, although he knew that father had spent virtually his entire life in Somerset and owned his house there. Richard acknowledged that father couldn’t be expected to sell up and relocate to Nottingham, so after a lot of wriggling around on Tennant’s part, Tennant made an alternative offer to father instead. He offered father a job in Nottingham from Monday to Thursday, along with father being put up in a B&B from Monday to Thursday paid for by Tennant, so that father could commute from Somerset. The pay was higher than father’s previous salary, but wasn’t actually high enough for most people to have said yes to such an arrangement. A younger person beginning a career might have agreed to this, but not a sixty year old man who was physically strong still but who’s health was beginning to decline. But being father he said yes, because, as he said to me, I’ll never get another job and I am not going on the dole.

So father started the long distance commuting. He commented to me that he was surprised to find that the other guests in the ‘B&B’ were young families on the dole with children. I guessed what sort of ‘B&B’ Richard Tennant had chosen in which to house his employee. This arrangement went on for a while, with father getting increasingly knackered and realising that the ‘B&B’ was quite insalubrious really. It transpired that Tennant owned a little flat in Nottingham, so father started using that.

I heard from most other people that Richard Tennant was a charming, pleasant man who wasn’t an unscrupulous old bugger like Bill Cockhill. But father seemed less enamoured of Richard Tennant. It was fairly clear that father was exhausted and was being exploited but did not feel able to do anything about this. I think that he might have tried to raise the subject with Tennant once, because when a relative told father that this was an unacceptable arrangement, father snapped ‘well he’s made it very clear to me that I’m already costing him a fortune’.

The bizarre arrangement continued for a number of years, until father did retire. Father’s life was undoubtedly at risk during those years. His health began failing and the commuting to Nottingham was so exhausting that he was falling asleep at the wheel. Richard Tennant knew about this. Father had what I know damn well was a heart attack. For once father actually allowed a Top Doctor to be called, who told father than one thing that he hadn’t had was a heart attack. Dr fucking Matthews of Nether Stowey knew as well as I did that father had indeed had a heart attack, but not only had Matthews already killed the dad of a girl with whom I went to school by gross neglect, but I have been told that Matthews knew that father had a daughter who would not shut up about the criminal activity that she had witnessed in north Wales.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in 1988. I have found a website on which someone but I’m not sure who describes the evolution of Richard’s business. This is Richard’s Story:

The more observant amongst you will have noticed the addition of a new logo onto our website. Well – it’s been going on for a while now – but we’ve created an alliance with Tennant Varipack in Nottingham. And I think we know them well enough now to introduce you….

Established back 1955 by William Cockhill, as Redland Quilting, the Company was a successful supplier of PVC products to the furniture industry.

Mark DarbyIn 1980, the company diversified into the stationery market, producing ring binders and media packs. This was followed a few years later by a change of location and name as Redland Quilting became Redland PVC Products and moved from Bristol to Nottingham. The company changed hands in 1988 when William Cockhill retired and sold the business to Richard Tennant. After the acquisition of Varipack Ltd, the name changed yet again to Tennant Varipack.

Richard is long-time friend of Duraweld and, with an eye to the future, he looked to us to carry on the business, delivering high quality vinyl stationery and packaging products to a national market.

We are thrilled to have Tennant Varipack as part of the Duraweld group and will continue to supply Tennant’s customers under the Tennant Varipack name for many years to come. It is our ambition to grow the market for customised vinyl stationery and promotional packaging from the Nottingham site as well as introduce the many loyal customers of Tennant Varipack to Duraweld’s range of paper-over-board and polypropylene products.

Mark Darby has re-joined the Company in a sales development role, operating out of our Nottingham Sales Office; he is available to visit customers of both Duraweld and Tennant Varipack.

 

This reminded me of one great mystery regarding Richard Tennant’s purchase of Redland – how did Tennant ever hear about Redland and why did he ever buy it? Tennant’s company was of a very different nature to Redland, it made completely different products. Why did a man in Nottingham with a completely different business purchase an ailing little company in Bridgwater which occupied a building which Tennant knew was being demolished and make all the workers redundant except for father, whom he then worked nearly to death? Tennant had never done business with Cockhill and no-one in Somerset had even heard of Richard Tennant before he declared his interest in buying Redland.

It is mentioned in the website’s spiel that Bill ‘retired’. No, Bill only sold Redland because the building was being demolished. Bill I’m fairly sure continued to be a very busy bee with business interests. Not that Bill was a busy bee for very long after he flogged Redland to Richard Tennant. Because Bill died. Father was upset and deeply shocked because he went to see Bill in Bristol one day, only to find Bill and his wife Marion in bits because Bill had just been told by his Top Doctor that he was ‘riddled with cancer’, nothing could be done and Bill had only weeks to live. Days later Bill died.

Bill was an affluent man who unlike father didn’t loathe Top Docs and keep away from them. Bill probably played golf with them. However Bill did not have any medical education. If Bill was showing signs of cancer, Bill would not have known. Neither would Marion or his daughters. Bill would have been entirely dependent upon the opinion of the Top Doc. Who of course could have been trusted to always do the best for his patients. As Dr ‘you haven’t had a heart attack’ Matthews, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and my boss’s brother Dr John Marks, President of the BMA will confirm.

In 1988 Dafydd, Tony Francis et al were CC’ing letters regarding ‘evidence’ of my crimes that they were intending to use to have me imprisoned to Tony Chadwick, the BMA’s representative in Wales. Chadwick was even popping up to Bangor to discuss the problem that was me. Chadwick knew that the ‘evidence’ being presented to him was untrue (see eg. ‘THE BLOG POST WHICH WAS HACKED CAN NOW BE READ’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’). Professor Robert Owen was colluding with Dafydd et al to ensure that the crimes of Dafydd et al would be concealed when my complaint was finally ‘investigated’ (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Mary Wynch had made legal history by winning her case against Dafydd et al. Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in north Wales as loud as she could had written to Thatcher and Tony Newton the Secretary of State for Social Security and had been sacked from her job as a social worker by Gwynedd County Council.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in the year that I was living just down the road from Michael Biggs and year that Ken Clarke was in an all out war with the brother of my boss Vincent Marks at Surrey University.

 

Ken Clarke, the Health Secretary during July 1998-Nov 1990, was the Tory MP for Rushcliffe in Nottingham. Before Ken Clarke entered politics, he was a barrister in Nottingham. Ken Clarke remained friendly with barristers and others in Nottingham throughout his years in Parliament. They were on such good terms that at one point Ken’s old Chambers asked him to return as a partner. Ken said no, but he did offer his old mates ‘advice’. Ken Clarke had many business interests throughout his career.

How are you getting on with your One Nation Conservatism and curries then Ken? Fancy a pint? Go on, have another me old mate, it’s amazing what downing a few with the lads can lead to. You hear all sorts of things when people are half-pissed.

 

Richard Tennant had a famous nephew, Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys! Father knew that Richard’s nephew was in something called the Pet Shop Boys, but I’m not sure that father knew that Neil Tennant was a gay idol among rent boys as well as other gays. Neil Tennant’s wiki tells us that he revealed that he was gay in 1994. Well how did I know that Neil was gay years before then? I wasn’t an active gay male teenager moving in Neil’s circle but I was under no illusions and I don’t think that many other people were either.

Neil Tennant was born and brought up in Newcastle-upon-Tyne as a Catholic. There was a paedophile gang operating in the Newcastle area with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire.

Neil Tennant moved to London to study at the North London Poly – now London Metropolitan University – and graduated in 1975. He worked for two years as the London Editor for Marvel Comic and gradually moved into music journalism. Tennant ended up editing TV tie-in books for ITV books moved to ITV Books and in 1982 he was appointed News Editor of ‘Smash Hits’. In 1983 he became Assistant Editor. Tennant edited the 1982, 1983 and 1984 editions of The Smash Hits Yearbook.

Buring the 1970s and 80s, John Allen and Dafydd were grooming and trafficking teenaged boys from children’s homes in north Wales to work as rent boys in London and Brighton on a massive scale. Neil Tennant almost certainly heard something about it.

Neil is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. He maintains a house in London and a house in County Durham. Up there in Blair’s political stronghold.

In 1998, Tennant was named in a list of the biggest private financial donors to the Labour Party. However, in the 2005 General Election, he voted Lib Dem.

Neil Tennant’s hits include ‘It’s A Sin’ and ‘Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots Of Money)’.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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The Chancellor of Surrey University is and was when I worked there Lilibet’s cousin, Edward, the Duke of Kent. His mother, Princess Marina of Greece, was a cousin of Phil the Greek. Since 1967 the Duke of Kent has been Grand Master of the United Grand Lodge of England and in December 2013, he celebrated 50 years as a Freemason. 

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

The Duke of Kent went to Eton and enjoyed a long career in the British Army, reaching the rank of Field Marshal. Purely on the basis of his talent of course. The Duke was for many years Vice-Chairman of British Trade International, formerly known as the British Overseas Trade Board, and later as the UK’s Special Representative for International Trade and Investment. He was also the Vice-Chairman of the British Overseas Trade Board, in which capacity he became the first member of the Royal family to visit China in 1979 with his focus being on the British Energy Exhibition in Beijing.

From 1971 to 2000, the Duke of Kent was President of English football’s governing body, The Football Association. The Duke has served as the President of The Scout Association since 1975. He also serves as the president of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, a position in which he succeeded his late mother, Princess Marina, Duchess of Kent. His other roles include President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, the RAF Benevolent Fund, the RNLI, the Stroke Institution, the Royal United Services Institute, the Royal Institution, the British Racing Drivers’ Club and Patron of Royal West Norfolk Golf Club, Kent County Cricket Club, Opera North, Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance and St Mungo’s Broadway, benefiting the homeless. The Duke is on the advisory panel for the Mountbatten Medal and presents the medal once the decision has been made. The Duke of Kent is one of the Royal Fellows of the Royal Academy of Engineering. For almost 29 years, the Duke has been the Patron of Endeavour, a national youth organisation. He has also served as Royal Patron of The Honourable Society of Lincoln’s Inn since 2001, a position previously occupied by his father. In 2015, the Duke received the Dresden Peace Prize for ‘his contribution to British-German reconciliation’.

The Duke of Kent married Katharine Worsley. Katharine was born at Hovingham Hall, Yorkshire, the only daughter of Sir William Arthington, 4th Baronet and his wife, Joyce Morgan Brunner. Her mother was the daughter of Sir John Brunner, 2nd Baronet and granddaughter of Sir John Brunner, 1st Baronet, the founder of Brunner Mond,which later became ICI. She is a descendant of Oliver Cromwell. Worsley was christened at All Saints’ Church, Hovingham, on 2 April 1933. Her godparents were her maternal uncle Sir Felix Brunner, 3rd Baronet, Major Sir Digby Lawson, 2nd Baronet, her paternal aunt Winifred Colegate and Margaret Fife of Nunnington Hall.

Katharine did not receive any formal education until the age of 10. She was educated at Queen Margaret’s School, York and at Runton Hill School in North Norfolk. At school she was was taught to play the piano, organ and violin. In her final year at Runton Hill, she was formally elected music secretary; in this role, she organized school recitals in Norwich. Katharine left school with a ‘pass’ in oral French and a ‘very good’ in English literature. There was never a category for ‘very good’ at O level, so what Katherine passed I cannot fathom.

Katharine worked for some time in a children’s home in York and worked at a nursery school in London. She failed to gain admission to the Royal Academy of Music, but followed her brothers to Oxford. They went to Oxford University, but Katharine studied at Miss Hubler’s Finishing School, 22 Merton Street, devoting much of her time to music. Perhaps because ‘very good’ at English lit wasn’t sufficient to get Katharine through the doors of Oxford.  At Miss Hubler’s, Katherine was one of only eight pupils and was instructed by three different teachers: The Principal herself, Miss Hubler, taught French literature, painting, and history; a French woman taught cookery; and a Viennese lady taught music.

Katharine met Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, while he was based at Catterick Camp. Edward proposed to her with a ring consisting of ‘an oval sapphire with a round diamond on either side.’ On 8 June 1961, the couple married at York Minster, the first Royal marriage in that location in 633 years. The bride’s father escorted her and the best man was Prince Michael of Kent. Princess Anne was one of the bridesmaids. The Archbishop of York Michael Ramsey conducted the marriage service. Guests included actors Noel Coward as well as members of the British, Greek, Danish, Norwegian, Yugoslavian, Romanian and Spanish Royal families. 273 yards of fabric were used to make her white silk gauze dress which had ‘a high neckline and long sleeves and a commanding train,’ and was designed by John Cavanagh. The Kent Diamond and Pearl Fringe Tiara secured her veil.

Together, the couple have three children: George Windsor, Earl of St Andrews (born 26 June 1962); Lady Helen Taylor (born 28 April 1964); and Lord Nicholas Windsor (born 25 July 1970).

Katharine had an abortion in 1975 due to German measles and gave birth to a stillborn son, Patrick, in 1977, a loss that caused her to fall into a state of severe depression, about which she has spoken publicly. 

The Duchess moved to the married quarters in Hong Kong and Germany while her husband was serving at the military. The couple later took numerous royal engagements on behalf of the Queen, including the Ugandan independence celebrations and the coronation of the King of Tonga. 

The Duke and Duchess of Kent and some of their family caused a bit of a stir by concerting to Catholicism. It was stressed that because of the time at which they did this it would not affect their rights of succession to the throne. Not that it mattered, because there’s loads more in the queue in front of them.

The Duchess of Kent decided in 2002 not to use personally the style ‘Her Royal Highness’ and to reduce her Royal duties. Since then she has been informally known as Katharine Kent or Katharine, Duchess of Kent, although her formal style (e.g. in the Court Circular) remains HRH The Duchess of Kent. Despite her decision to stay away from public life, the Duchess continues to appear at major events.

In keeping with her withdrawal from full Royal duties in 1996, the Duchess took a position as a music teacher in Wansbeck Primary School in Kingston-upon-Hull. She also taught piano lessons in a rented studio flat near her official residence at Kensington Palace. The Duchess of Kent had served as the President of the Royal Northern College of Music and was the Director of National Foundation for Youth Music, 1999-07. She is Patron of national charity, Making Music, the National Federation of Music Societies, an umbrella organisation for amateur and voluntary music groups. Katharine is among the co-founders of Future Talent, a charity that helps young children with low-income backgrounds pursue a career in music. In May 2016, she hosted a concert for young children at Buckingham Palace in her capacity as founder of Future Talent.

In August 2016, the Duchess became an ambassador for the Samaritans ‘after a volunteer at the Teesside branch reached out to her’. In the way that Ken and Doreen Dewar reached out into the coffers of Redland Quilting in a previous time perhaps. The Duchess had previously been Royal Patron of the Samaritans, 1971-99. So she was Royal Patron when the Dewars were busy reaching out in Bridgwater. The Duchess is also a supporter of UNICEF. Whether small time crooks from Bridgwater were involved with UNICEF I don’t know.

 

When I was working at Surrey University, there was much discussion of what was felt to be entrenched discrimination against women in university research. My female colleagues were acutely aware of this, because as was typical of most universities as the time, female staff tended to be on insecure research contracts and male staff in tenured posts. This was very noticeable in the Dept of Biochemistry at Surrey where I worked. There were hordes of very active women research fellows, some of them excellent, yet ‘the academics’ (as they called themselves) were a bunch of ridiculous moribund old men who were not up to much. The most illustrious ‘academic’ was Dr Keith Snell who walked around with a permanent sneer on his face, he must have worked really hard at that. Snell didn’t acknowledge my existence and he even snubbed senior research fellows if they spoke to him. It was daft – as someone remarked to me, ‘he really must be not quite adequate to behave like this’.

Those whom received much snottiness from Keith Snell and The Academics included Helen Henneberry, Sheila Hampton and Debra Skene. They were all very good researchers, much better than The Academics. However, Helen, Sheila and Debra did know about wrongdoing and corruption at Surrey and elsewhere. Debra is still at Surrey, she has a Chair there now. Helen was married to Steve, a police officer who was in the Met’s River Police section. Helen knew what was happening to me at the hands of those in north Wales.

 

At that time, Surrey University boasted of one Professor Daphne Jackson, a nuclear physicist, notable for being the first female professor of physics in the UK. Jackson went to Peterborough County Grammar for Girls, from where she went onto Imperial College in London, which by the time that I was working at Surrey listening to Daphne’s public lectures on the travails of Wimmin in Science, had supplied many of the biggest umbrellas for Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts). 

Daphne Jackson moved to what became the University of Surrey at the invitation of Lewis Elton, I think to do her PhD, when he became Head of the Physics Department at Battersea College of Advanced Technology. Daphne became a lecturer and in 1971, Britain’s first female Professor of Physics when she was appointed by University of Surrey.

Lewis Elton is the dad of comedian Ben Elton. My post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’ discusses Lewis, Ben, their network and how much some of them knew about Dafydd et al.

Daphne became the Dean of Surrey University and sat on a range of bodies. She held a senior position at the Meteorological Office and was President of the Women’s Engineering Society and Vice-President of the Institute of Physics.

Jackson ‘campaigned for women’s rights and she was disappointed to see that talented women were lost in lowly jobs because they could not re-enter their career after a break’. In 1985 Jackson devised a plan to help these women by allowing them to work for two years where they could readjust to their discipline after taking a break to have a child, becoming a carer or just because they followed their husband’s career rather than their own. Jackson is reported as saying, ‘Imagine a society that would allow Marie Curie to stack shelves in a supermarket simply because she took a career break for family reasons.’

“Qualified women who are unemployed or under-employed following a career break for family commitments represent an appalling waste of talent and of investment in their initial education. Many such women are eager to return to their original careers or to a new field of activity for which their initial education is relevant, provided that retraining can be given and that they can, at least initially, work on a part-time basis.”

I certainly knew all about such circumstances. After my career in medical research was destroyed – Daphne and her colleagues assisted in this – because I had witnessed the serious crime of the Top Docs and their colleagues in north Wales, I spent years either not working or in jobs such as cleaning, indeed shelf-stacking and care work. I was well aware that my colleagues in those jobs wondered what the hell someone with my qualifications was doing in jobs like that, but I did explain to those with whom I became friends that what was going on in medical research was so bad that I did not regret not being there any more.

Professor Jackson the defender of working wimmin was diagnosed with cancer. Daphne’s obituary tells us that cancer ‘was a disease she was helping to fight through her work with the Institute for Cancer Research and the Royal Marsden Hospital’. So Daphne would have been party to that research fraud perpetrated by the staff of the Royal Marsden which involved Tony Francis’s friend Peter Macguire (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). Daphne knew those colleagues of mine from Surrey who stole my work and used it to raise more funds to secure their own futures at the Institute of Cancer Research (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Daphne died in 1991 of cancer. Which doesn’t surprise me. Were there not such endemic research fraud in cancer research, the outcomes for people who develop cancer might well be very much better than they are.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap Daphne:

 

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After Daphne The Wimmin’s Friend pegged out when her partners in crime the Top Docs found that they didn’t have a miracle cure after all – get your pink bras on and run a few more marathons ladies, CR UK needs a few more million to help YOU – the Daphne Jackson Trust was founded with a legacy, but I’m not sure where the legacy came from. The Trust is there to help Wimmin – although not wimmin who’ve blown the whistle on the Westminster Paedophile Ring or large scale research fraud obviously – and is based at the Physics Dept at the University of Surrey. The Patrons of the Daphne Jackson Trust are: Professor Dame Athene Donald,  Ms Vivienne Parry and Ms Maggie Philbin.

One of the Daphne Jackson Trustees is this blog’s old pal Prof Hilary Lappin-Scott. Hilary spent a brief time as the PVC for Research at Bangor University when I worked there. Hilary was the most atrocious bully, she was nakedly racist towards Welsh people and she was so rude that someone who approached Bangor University offering a partnership – one of the biggest investors in north west Wales that there is – walked away and had to be tempted back by a rather more sane member of staff. My own problems with Hilary reached a pinnacle when she refused to reimburse me my fieldwork expenses. I had done a great deal of fieldwork and the expenses ran into hundreds. Hilary refused to pay me. No reason, she just didn’t feel like it. I had no petrol to get to work and no money for groceries. A variety of friends bought petrol and groceries for me. Hilary departed from Bangor a few months later after the most enormous row when she made an allegiance with Prof Fergus Lowe and tried to close down five Depts. One of the lecturers from one Dept which Hilary announced that she was going to close committed suicide. No official details of Hilary’s departure were ever released but leaks from the organs of government let it be known that Hilary was dismissed and escorted off the premises by security. As Hilary left the premises, the IT staff were ordered to remove all references to her from the Bangor University website and to change all passwords and secure everything because of the fear that Hilary would carry out a revenge attack on Bangor.

When the e mail was circulated by the senior management informing everyone that Hilary no longer was employed by the University, loud cheering could be heard from offices and a celebratory e mail title ‘The Wicked Witch Is Dead’ was sent out by one of Hilary’s victims. Hilary was known at Bangor as Hilary Satan-Scott.

Everyone presumed that Hilary would never work again, but Brown said ‘ooh no, she’ll be a valuable resource for someone’. Indeed she has been. Hilary was subsequently given a job as PVC at Swansea University. Hilary was put in charge of the Business School, although she is a biologist. There were allegations of dreadful workplace bullying, staff resigned, there were allegations that jobs were given to friends of friends of Hilary’s and the students held a public protest on the grounds that what was going on was so damaging to the University’s reputation that their degrees were being devalued. An inquiry Chaired by a barrister followed.

Hilary recently won an award for Inspirational Wimmin and was photographed with Princess Anne.

The spiel on the Daphne Jackson Trust website tells us that Hilary is responsible for Equality and Diversity at Swansea University.

One look at Hilary’s fellow Trustees on the Daphne Jackson Trust website will reassure readers that Daphne has left behind a valuable legacy.

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The Daphne Jackson Medal and Prize was established in 2016 and named in Jackson’s honour, are awarded by the Institute of Physics ‘for exceptional early career contributions to physics education and to widening participation within it’.

In 1988, when I went to listen to Daphne speak about the struggles of wimmin who find themselves surrounded by those in possession of testicles, Daphne related an anecdote to illustrate the difficulties of being a High Achieving Woman. Daphne explained that her elderly mother was now frail and in need of care, so Daphne went to discuss the problem with a Top Doctor. The Top Doctor, who was a Top Doctor in possession of testicles, told Daphne that she’d have to give up work and look after her mother. Daphne explained that she was Professor Daphne Jackson The First Female Professor Of Physics In Britain, only to find that the Top Doctor repeated his suggestion that Daphne should give up her job and look after her mother. The other Wimmin in the room – including those who stole my data and used it to advance themselves – all tut tutted and agreed that No Man would have been spoken to like that. Certainly not Keith Snell.

I didn’t like to mention to the Wimmin that no, the Top Doc probably would not have told a man to give up work and look after his elderly mother. A Top Doc would have told a man to pay someone else to look after his elderly mother. A female Top Doc would have said the same. Furthermore, there was at that time and still are some male carers. Because although there is a gender dimension to the problem in that it is usually women who are unpaid carers, the biggest problem is that there is NO SOCIAL CARE for those who need it. So if you are a man who hasn’t got a wife to ask/tell to look after the relative and you haven’t got any money, you too will be told by Top Docs to give up your job to become a carer. Daphne did not campaign for improved social care. Daphne did not campaign for funding for low income citizens to have access to social care. Daphne campaigned for the rights of well-qualified professional women to have successful careers. I don’t have a problem with that, but Daphne and her colleagues’ conduct towards me demonstrated the cause closest to their hearts.

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When Ken Clarke was Health Secretary, as well as doing battle with Dr John Marks and the BMA, Ken did battle with Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke of Westminster, Carlo’s friend. Grosvenor was demanding that Thatcher’s Gov’t give him the Hyde Park Corner building which was the former St George’s Hospital Medical School, St George’s having relocated to Tooting. Grosvenor’s rationale was that centuries previously, his ancestor had donated the Hyde Park Corner site and now he wanted it back. At that time Grosvenor was the richest man in the UK. The Hyde Park Corner site was worth a bomb, it is prime Knightbridge real estate worth millions and Gerald wanted to add to his collection of vast estates and much of Belgravia. Ken Clarke didn’t explain in his autobiography how the problem was resolved, he simply stated that he wanted to sell the Duke the Hyde Park Corner site at its market value and reinvest the money into the dear old NHS. What actually happened was that the Gov’t allowed the Duke to purchase the Hyde Park Corner site for £6k. It is now the very expensive Lanesborough Hotel:

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  • It’s incredible what you can pick up for £6k. After my career was ruined I took out my meagre funds from my own pension – I actually had one in those days – to live on when I was discharged from Springfield Hospital jobless and with no income (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) and it was almost £6k. If Thatch and Ken Clarke had told me that the Lanesborough was on offer for that price at the time I could have just borrowed a bit more from Brown and bought it myself.
I cannot think why the richest man in the UK was given such a bargain by Thatch and Ken. It will not of course have had anything to do with the Duke being President of the City of Chester Conservative Constituency Association and the members of that Association knowing that the constituency MP, Sir Peter Morrison, was molesting children in care in north Wales, Chester and elsewhere, while Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary worked at Buck House as Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet.
It was in the late 1980s that Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused. Carlo’s office replied, telling Alison that Carlo couldn’t get involved. Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW (Bangor University) at the time, which was log jammed with staff colluding with or concealing the paedophile gang that Dafydd et al were running. Dafydd himself still wielded influence in UCNW and his daughter Dwynwen was doing a PhD in the Psychology Dept. Dwynwen’s degree results were not considered good enough for her to have been offered a place under normal circumstances, but dear old Dafydd had a word with a few mates and Dwynwen was in.

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I have expressed my puzzlement previously on this blog as to why Thatcher appointed Sir Peter Morrison, a man who’s openly gossiped about activities with children put the Gov’t and national security as risk, to such crucial sensitive Gov’t positions. The Gov’t was depending upon the talents of Dafydd to prevent a major scandal, it was ludicrous. No rational person would have given Morrison the jobs that Thatcher did. Morrison’s family were massively influential in the Tory Party and his sister was a courtier in Buck House, but even so, it still makes no sense for Thatcher to have kept Morrison in the Gov’t. In 1988, when people from Ken Clarke’s part of the world were sufficiently interested in the fate of a company housing a sweat-shop in a building scheduled for demolition in Bridgwater to purchase that company, Peter Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Thatcher’s Gov’t depended upon oil to fund it’s insane policies of destroying industry and raising unemployment.

I have received an e mail suggesting why so many risks were taken with regard to Morrison. It contained the following information:

Sally
You asked the question what had you missed ?
May I suggest the following hypothesis that Peter had been abused as a child by a Duke of Westminster, Robert perhaps. 
His birth place Fonthill in Wiltshire has a historical link with the 2nd Marquis of Westminster. So he was someone’s childhood bitch, a VIP paedophile, which would explain the subsequent geography of his seat and his political appointments. It would also explain the business generating cash through sex trafficking. 
So Westminster ( North West) to Westminster(central).
Regards

Robert Grosvenor was the 5th Duke of Westminster, the father of Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. I have blogged about him in previous posts. It is not unlikely that Peter Morrison was molested as a child himself. He went to Eton and was of the generation of men who as boys were often brutalised so badly at school that it wreaked havoc with their psycho-sexual development and he was of course surrounded by older men who had been similarly brutalised. Previous posts have discussed who may have been involved in the selection of Morrison, a known paedophile, to contend the safe Tory seat of Chester in 1974, a city that was the centre of a huge paedophile/sex trafficking ring, operated by Dafydd et al. The Duke of Westminster’s family seat was just down the road. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ and were refusing to return but wouldn’t explain why.

 

I discussed in an earlier post how someone who came under attack from Dafydd et al was ordered by a helpful community midwife to have the family dogs put down when his wife became pregnant on the grounds that they would constitute a ‘danger to the baby’. There was no evidence that the dogs would be any such thing, they were family pets and were used to being around the children that the family already had. The midwife insisted. The family were completely in the clutches of the Top Docs et al, were constantly being hectored and told that they didn’t know what they were doing, so eventually they rang the RSPCA and asked them to put the dogs to sleep.

I was told that a rude aggressive ‘RSPCA inspector’ arrived at the house who had no knowledge of how to put dogs to sleep. Instead of an injection into a vein on the leg, preceded by a sedative to keep the dog relaxed, the RSPCA man ‘stabbed the dogs to death through the heart with a massive needle’. Several members of the family confirmed that this was what had happened. The first two dogs died screaming in agony and struggled to get away, such that by the time that the third dog was ready for slaughter, the mother of the family was crying, the children were crying and the father intervened, said that this could not happen to the third dog as well and told the RSPCA man to leave. The RSPCA man told the family that this would teach them not to be ‘irresponsible owners’ in future. There was someone else at the scene of the crime. The midwife who had demanded that this should be done. She was paying a home visit when it all kicked off. Did she stop the slaughter? No. She left the house after the first murder, saying that she couldn’t bear the noise of the dog screaming.

When I heard about this awful scene, I just thought that the family must have had terrible luck with a rogue RSPCA man. This happened in 1992. Over the next few years I heard further stories about what was obviously the same RSPCA man. The stories had a running theme: vulnerable people who had asked for help with their pets, only to be met with aggression accompanied by a lecture on the crimes of Irresponsible Owners and downright cruelty to the animals. A new trend subsequently emerged. That of people who were either elderly and not coping very well or mental health patients ‘in the community’ who had been reported to the RSPCA for ‘cruelty’ having animals removed from their care in a blaze of media coverage which involved the naming and shaming of the Irresponsible Owners. The Irresponsible Owners hadn’t actually been cruel to the animals, but they had lived among much filth and mess, because no-one was supporting them ‘in the community’.

So many of these cases were happening that I began to take an interest, particularly as a lot of the cases were in north Wales. In every case, the Irresponsible Owners had not been coping but their plight had been ignored by the ‘community teams’. The ‘community teams’ had been going into the chaos and had not responded in any way. Not until someone reported that the pets were not being looked after or were simply living in chaos and filth. The RSPCA would then remove the pets, invite the press to photograph ‘this disgusting squalor’ and everyone could marvel at the Irresponsible Owners. No-one asked what the community workers had been doing watching these situations develop over months. No-one reflected that there was concern shown for pets living in filth but not seriously ill people.

While such cases were being highlighted, I knew of a number of people who were being horrifically cruel to their animals. These people were not in the care of the welfare services and no-one denounced them as Irresponsible Owners. A farmer on Anglesey was known to have chucked his sheepdog over a cliff when it became too old to work. He did not receive a visit from the RSPCA. There was a dog in Bethesda who was chained up outside in the garden visibly starving and drenched in the bad weather. No-one said a word. There were various other dogs who were being beaten and kicked in public and my landlady’s grandson told me of a mass outbreak of the torture of other people’s cats that was happening in Caernarfon. Not a word from the RSPCA.

On one occasion a labrador was removed from two middle aged brothers on Anglesey and featured on the Welsh TV news. The owners were named and shamed and received a good bollocking from the RSPCA. Their crime? Their labrador was fat. Labradors do get fat because they eat everything in sight and admittedly this one was enormous. Yet surely someone could have given the brothers advice on slimming their labrador down? The brothers were interviewed and were very obviously not cruel. No-one had even tried to advise them. The RSPCA then revelled in telling the TV news that not only was this lab fat, but it had an ‘untreated tumour’ on it’s neck and the poor lab ‘must be in agony’. The untreated tumour was filmed. It was exactly the same condition that a dog of mine had experienced years ago. The tumour in question was benign and painless. As the RSPCA quietly admitted a few days later, after the lab had been removed and the brothers denounced as cruel gits. The brothers did not get their lab back. Did the RSPCA rehome the lab? No. They did what the RSPCA do a lot of, they put the dog down. For being fat.

What have we come to when a dog is abducted and killed for being fat and the dog’s owners are denounced on a national news bulletin for owning a fat dog?

I realised that something particularly odd was happening when the RSPCA started coming after me. Repeatedly. For ‘cruelty’ to my dogs. The cruelty in question being my dogs sleeping in my car when I was at work. On the first occasion that the RSPCA contacted me, I explained that yes my dogs were in the car, but they were not young dogs, they were comfortable and with a bowl of water, I checked on them regularly and I took them out for walks at intervals as well. They were in the car because I didn’t want to leave them at home all day, it was better for them to be in the car where I could go and visit them and walk them. The RSPCA went away happy with the explanation. Then they came back again, once more with allegations that I was cruel. Then the RSPCA told me that other people had told them that I was cruel. Perhaps they were the same people who were leaving abusive notes stuck to my car, telling me that I was cruel. I invited the RSPCA to come and meet me and my dogs to reassure themselves that my dogs were OK. The RSPCA didn’t take up my offer. A few weeks later I received another call from the RSPCA. Someone had told them that I was cruel.

The RSPCA must have known my extension number by now they were ringing me so often. I was never told who was making the allegations that I was cruel. The last conversation that I had with the RSPCA was even more surreal than the others. The RSPCA man spoke to me as though I was 10 yrs old. He told me that he knew that dogs get stressed when they are in a confined space because he had done an experiment. He had dressed up as a dog, sat in a small space and after 15 mins had felt stressed. I realised that I was talking to an idiot so I simply asked what he recommended. He told me to buy a new car and that if there was one more complaint about me the RSPCA would prosecute me.

There nearly was another complaint about me as well. I went to visit another Enemy Of The Paedophiles when he was in the Hergest Unit. I had only been with him about five minutes, when the door of the room flew open and an Angel yelled at me ‘those are your dogs in the car and it’s cruel for them to be there. If you don’t leave, we’ll call the RSPCA. It’s not me what’s doing this, I’ve been told. I’m just the messenger so don’t you have a go at me yeh’. The Angel – no uniform, no ID badge, so I had no idea who she was – then slammed the door shut again and disappeared.

The Hergest Unit staff knew my dogs and they knew my car. Because when I had been a patient previously, they had called the police on the grounds that they wanted to remove my dogs – to the care of the RSPCA! – but the police refused to break into my car lest they got bitten. No-one asked me to go outside and let the police into my car and introduce them to the dogs. Who would not have bitten them anyway. I only found out what was happening when the Hergest whistleblower came and told me not to worry about my dogs because he’d look after them while I was in hospital.

The Hergest whistleblower was as good as his word. One day though he came in terribly upset and told me that he thought that one of my dogs was going to die, he was very ill. The dog had been rushed to the vet who told the Hergest whistleblower that the dog had been poisoned. The Hergest whistleblower couldn’t understand it, he was an organic gardener and lived in an isolated cottage in a valley, there was nothing to poison a dog.

Except probably for a vicious bastard of a member of a paedophile gang who knew that the Hergest whistleblower was looking after my dogs, who knew that my Golden Lab was notorious for his appetite and who could throw the poisoned meat into the garden of the isolated cottage without being visible to anyone.

My dog didn’t die. He was paralysed for a few days but he didn’t die. My dog’s brush with death happened at the time that the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me on the basis of their perjury and when my father’s death was imminent. I was told that if father died I would have to attend his funeral handcuffed to an Angel and a police officer. The charges against me were later withdrawn. On the first day of the trial.

Paedophile gang: Had my dog died I do hope that you realise that I would never have turned on the Hergest whistleblower, which I suspect was part of the plan.

Although it was obvious to me that in north Wales, the paedophiles’ friends had discovered a whole new way of making life unbearable for the people whom they so scandalously abused and neglected ie. now that we’ve made them unemployable, told everyone that they are dangerous nutters so no-one will speak to them, let’s put the final part of our dastardly plan into action – have them declared as IRRESPONSIBLE OWNERS and then remove their pets, the last thing on earth that they have left…, there seemed to be a problem across the whole of the UK with regard to the RSPCA mounting prosecutions against vulnerable people. It became so evident that people began raising concerns and leaving the RSPCA.

The enthusiasm for prosecuting vulnerable people often on the basis of very flimsy evidence culminated in a TV expose in which the finger was pointed at Gavin Grant, the CEO of the RSPCA, 2012-14. It was said that Gavin Grant was an ‘animal rights extremist’, that he wanted a whole new agenda for the RSPCA and a few people maintained that he was a vindictive git. When it was put to Gavin Grant on camera that some prosecutions had been ludicrous, such as one against an elderly lady for failing to take care of her budgie properly, Gavin snapped at the interviewer that ‘this poor old lady is a convicted animal abuser’. Well she was after Gavin’s inspector called at her house.

I don’t know what was driving Gavin Grant, but I very much doubt that he was an ‘animal rights extremist’. Because Gavin’s previous job had been as Chairman of PR firm Burson-Marsteller and many moons ago Gavin had been a fellow traveller of Dr Death! The Dr Death who was the research registrar for the lethal Top Doc at Tommy’s, William Sargant, who experimented upon and killed some of his patients (see post ‘Dr Death’). Gavin will know that Top Docs of Death’s generation also experimented en masse on animals. Dr Death was a psychiatrist and neurologist Gavin, they don’t just do rats, they do primates. Down at the Institute of Psychiatry – where Dafydd et al ‘trained’ – there have been generations of primates in cages with various horrible things done to their brains.

Primate Psychology Brain Animal Experimentation Picture

Ah, your life in their hands! The doctors and Angels they were wonderful!

Grant was brought up on a south London council estate but had moved from the estate by the time he was attending secondary school. His mother was a needleshop-worker and his father was a cellophane salesman. Grant was educated at Roan Grammar School for Boys, 1966–1973 and the University of Reading, 1973–77.

Gavin was a member of the Young Liberals and became the University of Reading’s youngest SU President.

After graduating, Gavin joined an anti-racism campaign group and reported for the Thatcher Gov’t on community relations. From 1987-88 he was Campaigns Director at the Council for the Protection of Rural England.  He worked as Director of Communications for the RSPCA from 1988-91. Which was when the RSPCA began to declare war on those who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints. In 1991, Gavin joined the Association of Unit Trusts and Investment Funds as Public Affairs Director. Gavin worked as Corporate Communications Manager at The Body Shop International, 1993-99, where he campaigned against the use of animal testing for cosmetics.

Gavin: you knew that despite the marketing, ingredients used in The Body Shop products HAD been tested on animals. It wasn’t The Body Shop’s fault, at the time it was illegal to use ingredients that had not been tested on animals. What The Body Shop did do was to only use ingredients that had already been tested, they did not use new ingredients because they did not want to be responsible for yet more animal testing. Which is sound rationale, but that is not what you told people was it? You let millions of girls and young women believe that they were buying products which had not been tested on animals when those products had been tested on animals.

But then  Gavin told the world that vulnerable people being targeted by paedophile gangs were Animal Abusers.

When Gavin was Chairman of Burson-Marsteller, 2006-11, his corporate clients included Unilever and he helped establish its corporate social responsibility unit. That’s the Unilever which funded the massive expansion of the School of Psychology at Bangor University in the early 1990s, after Prof Fergus Lowe twisted the arms of so many who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang, including Philip Lever, aka Lord Leverhulme (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

I know an Animal Abuser Gavin. I know quite a few, but I know one Animal Abuser who, like the brothers who were the proud owners of the enormous labrador on Anglesey, was actually a very nice person but who just didn’t know a few essentials. She was a lady who lived in Gwynedd and purchased a cat as a pet. It wasn’t just a moggy, it was quite an expensive cat and she loved it to bits. However because her house was located right next to a busy main road, she wouldn’t let the cat out lest he was run over. The poor bloody cat was going bonkers, he yowled and scratched and tried to escape all the time, he was desperate and furthermore he was bored out of its head in this expensive house with white carpets and no small creatures to catch. After about three months the poor sod gave up and just sat there with a glazed look in his eyes. The owner said ‘oh he’s given up now, he knows there’s no escape’. He certainly had and did, its called learned helplessness, Fergus Lowe could tell you all about it being a behavioural psychologist.

Who was the Animal Abuser in question? She was a mental health social worker, the former leader of the Dwyfor Community Mental Health Team. Her husband was the Head of a primary school on Anglesey. They were a very nice couple and she was one social worker who was not abusing clients. But she knew that many of the others were and she colluded with them. She also knew that the Hergest Unit was dangerous, she told me that she never referred patients there because of that. She admitted that she knew that the Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusing patients and she knew that NHS staff had perjured themselves repeatedly in an attempt to have me imprisoned. We discussed it all. She is no longer living in Gwynedd. She is, I understand, in Australia. She and her husband, two Welsh speakers born and brought up in Gwynedd and who lived there all their lives decided that they were off to begin a new life in Australia, when it became clear that Operation Pallial would be re-opening the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Rhian Angel and her husband joined the exodus from north Wales to the other side of the world, along with a few others who knew the identities of the guilty parties…

Gavin Grant stood unsuccessfully in the 1987 General Election as the Liberal Alliance candidate. He has been a lifelong member of the Liberal Party and its successor the Lib Dems and was its Chair of the Western Counties regional party in 2011.

Any West Country Lib Dems remember a man called Jeremy Thorpe?

Gavin Grant has advised successive Liberal Democrat leaders including Deputy PM Nick Clegg and in 2007 he was involved in Clegg’s campaign to become party leader. Grant was elected to Wiltshire Council in 2017. He lives in Wiltshire and rents a flat in Horsham, West Sussex.

Peter Morrison’s family seat is in Wiltshire. The family own vast estates in Wiltshire and have lived there for decades. Morrison’s brother Charles was the Tory MP for Devizes in Wiltshire, 1964-92. Morrison’s dad John Morrison aka Lord Margadale was MP for Salisbury, 1942-65. The Morrison family pretty much ran Wiltshire for years. They sat on the County Council, they held posts as Deputy Lieutenant and Lord Lieutenant of the county and they were hugely influential in the Tory Party. Peter Morrison was kept out of trouble for decades as a result of his family and their connections. Gavin Grant would never have dared to take them on, but he may well have lent a hand to a few of those who assisted them or were keeping schtum about Peter’s activities.

One thing that I do not believe about Gavin is that he is an ‘animal rights extremist’. To find out where Gavin’s heart truly lies, let’s take a brief look at the work of the company that he Chaired before becoming CEO of the RSPCA.

Burson-Marsteller is a global PR and communications firm headquartered in New York. Burson-Marsteller consists of 77 offices and 85 affiliate offices, together operating in 110 countries across six continents. The company was founded by Harold Burson and William Marsteller in 1953 and, by the early 1980s, had become one of the largest PR companies in the world. In 1979 it became a subsidiary of Young & Rubicam, which in turn is now owned by WPP Group PLC. In 2018, it merged with Cohn & Wolfe and was renamed Burson Cohn & Wolfe. The current CEO of Burson-Marsteller is Don Baer, former Communications Director for the Clinton administration, who joined the company in 2007.

The firm is primarily known for its crisis management services and political lobbying. It has won numerous awards from the PR industry over the years for its work in high-profile crisis management, including a 2002 extortion attempt against GlaxoSmithKline and a response described as the ‘gold standard’ for its crisis management of the 1982 Chicago Tylenol poisonings. Other high-profile crisis cases include the manufacturers of the Three Mile Island Nuclear Generating Station and Egypt following terrorist attacks on tourists in 1993. At times the company has also been the subject of protests and criticism for its use of smearing and doubt campaigns (to undermine concerns about passive smoking for Philip Morris in the 1990s and anti-Google smear campaigning for Facebook in 2011) and its work for regimes facing severe human rights criticisms (Argentina and Indonesia).

GSK and Philip Morris have been involved in animal research, some of it cruel. Ken Clarke has had business interests in the tobacco industry for years and he is a personal friend of a number of senior executives in that industry. He has close links with Philip Morris.

Gavin Grant would be the ideal man to employ to conduct aggressive smear campaigns against anyone who was witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing, but an ‘animal rights extremist’? I don’t think so. Anyway, he’s been far too busy.

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Now for a trip down memory lane to the early years of Tom King’s incumbency as the Tory MP for Bridgwater. King was elected in 1970, so during King’s first few years as an MP, Ted Heath was PM. It was under Thatcher that King’s career really took off, but then some of those who were not closely associated with the Thatcher project who had knowledge of events under Heath, particularly events that had been concealed, did find that their careers flourished under Thatcher. Thatcher herself paid a visit to Bridgwater, when she was Education Secretary in approx 1973. Thatch was the guest of honour at the Bridgwater Conservative Ladies Luncheon Club. She wowed them and I heard all about it…

Thatch might have waxed lyrical about the morality that was instilled into her by her Methodist upbringing above the grocers shop in Grantham, but her friendships with Jimmy Savile, Peter Morrison and George Thomas suggest that Thatch was in possession of some very mobile goalposts. I read an article recently in which a Tory argued that although it is now accepted that those three were abusing children on a substantial scale, he really did not believe that Thatcher knew about this. She definitely knew about Peter Morrison, she was told on a number of occasions, including by Barry Strevens a police bodyguard, that Morrison was holding sex parties with young boys. Thatch was also warned repeatedly that Jimmy Savile’s ‘private life’ made him unsuitable for the knighthood that Thatch was lobbying for him to have and that if ever he was given a knighthood, things could become very embarrassing if his ‘private life’ became public. Thatch’s response was to lobby even harder on Uncle Jim’s behalf.

Thatch might not have known about this, but some Tories in Somerset were having a high old time back in the early 1970s. There is a weird house in the Polden Hills near Cossington called Moon Cottage. Adults in Somerset always said the same thing when anyone drove past Moon Cottage – ‘that’s the house that Mandy Rice-Davies bought after the Profumo Affair’. I was told that Mandy Rice-Davies never actually lived at Moon Cottage but everyone knew that she had bought it. So what Mandy did there I do not know. I knew the man who later bought Moon Cottage and he definitely did live there. He was called Dan Lewis, he was married to a lady called Sarah and they must have acquired Moon Cottage in the late 1960s. They were involved with the Bridgwater Conservatives and were small business people in Bridgwater. Dan was the eldest son of another Dan Lewis, known as ‘old Dan Lewis’, who was a self-made man. Old Dan Lewis was a railwayman who had made a great deal of money by questionable means. Old Dan Lewis was spoken about by some in tones of disgust, because of his fondness for prostitutes, gambling and other associated pursuits. Young Dan had a brother, Richard, who was married to Rosemary. Richard and Rosemary were in the Bridgwater Conservatives as well.

Young Dan seemed to have quite a lot of misfortunes. No-one had a good word to say for him. Not because he ever did anything criminal and he didn’t have the reputation that his father did, but people were just generally rude about him, making allegations that he was incompetent and neurotic etc. I was far too young to ever draw any conclusions about Dan Lewis, but as an adult I wonder if he might have simply been adversely affected by having a father like Old Dan.

After young Dan moved into Moon Cottage he was repeatedly burgled. He actually lost a great deal of money and valuables as a result of those burglaries. I got so used to hearing about Dan Lewis being burgled that it didn’t strike me as at all odd. Dan Lewis got burgled, it was a fact of life. Dan Lewis was getting burgled at a time when getting burgled was rather more unusual than it is now. Particularly in Somerset. Moon Cottage was a bit spooky looking and there were trees next to it, but Moon Cottage was on the main road across the Poldens, between Bridgwater and Glastonbury, it shouldn’t have been that vulnerable to burglars. The burglars would have been visible to passing vehicles and surely the police should have taken a bit more interest in Dan being targeted in this manner. Dan’s marriage also didn’t last as long as people expected marriages to in the 1970s, Sarah left him but I have no idea of the circumstances. Dan died years ago when he was not that old. I think that he may have killed himself or died in unfortunate circumstances, I remember it being a rather sad untimely end to a difficult life.

At the same time as Dan was being burgled, there were rumours of excess among the Tories living in the Polden Hills. Excess in terms of orgies and swinging sessions. There were a few people in Somerset who had taken the Tories at face value, joined them and had been so shocked at what was going on that they quietly retreated from the scene but didn’t dare publicise what was happening. I don’t mind if Tories hold swingers parties if everyone is consenting adults, but in the light of what is now being revealed about the sexual tastes of some Tories of that generation, I am wondering if the swinging parties might have catered to even more specialised tastes.

The reason why I wondered what was going on was that it was alleged that someone was killed at one of the parties in the Poldens. Not a Satanic abuse inspired ritual killing of a child, but a good old fashioned murder of someone whom it was decided had to be disposed of. The allegations were that the victim was plied with drink until completely drunk and incapable, shoved in the swimming pool and left to drown. I have no idea why, people were so frightened after it got round that this had happened that there were scant details given.

These were members of your constituency party Lord King, do you know anything about it? I only ask because of what you and your associates did to me many years later.

In 1988 when businessmen in Ken Clarke’s part of the world became interested in my father’s employment prospects, Tom King was the Secretary of State for N Ireland. It was in 1988 when a group of young Irish people were jailed for a substantial term for plotting to kill Tom King. I followed the case at the time, there was barely any evidence that they had plotted to kill Tom King and the evidence against them reminded me very much of the sort of evidence that Dafydd produced against me. One of the young men jailed had a mother who was a well-known psychiatrist in either Eire or N Ireland. I can find no references to this case on any internet archive. What’s going on King? That case attracted massive publicity as a potential miscarriage of justice, why have all references to it disappeared?

As N Ireland Secretary, King will have been involved in concealing events at Kincora Boys’ Home.

Someone else who might well have known about events in the Polden Hills was Margaret Rees, the high profile Somerset County Councillor who lived next door to Bridgwater Arts Centre and was so outraged at the thought of young people attending music gigs at the Arts Centre that she gate-crashed one such event, in her Marks & Sparks dressing gown, accompanied by the police and shut the event down. Margaret Rees then used her position as a Councillor to stop all such events at the Arts Centre. These events were just young people attending rock gigs, it’s not as if they were drowning people in swimming pools.

Margaret Rees was married to a Top Doctor. Who was an alcoholic. Not a functioning one either, Dr Rees was completely bladdered on a routine basis and it was a real laugh because Margaret Rees could often be seen holding the old boy up to prevent him keeling over.

One of the contingent who was busy in the Bridgwater Tories during the years of excess in the Polden Hills had a celeb daughter. Her daughter was a dancer in the 1960s dance troupe The Young Generation and could be spotted strutting her stuff on prime time TV.

The Young Generation, dancer, Nigel Lythgoe, Lesley Judd, Dusty Springfield, Gene Kelly, Pauline McLeod

They look like Young Conservatives don’t they. The one in the middle looking heavenwards doing the ‘I’m having one hell of a time’ face is Lesley Judd, who found fame on ‘Blue Peter’ when Val had enough and left the show. It wasn’t the same after Val left.John Noakes' Blue Peter co-star VALERIE SINGLELTON pays a ...

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Years later it was revealed that ‘Blue Peter’ was a bit of a shag fest. Val admitted to having an affair with Pete and at one point she had a secret abortion. That was one story that John Nettleton never told on ‘Blue Peter’, he just confined himself to the Life Of Mozart. Val has angrily denied a lesbian affair with Joan Armatrading.

After ‘Blue Peter’, Val became a Serious Presenter, rather than one who had to pretend that she was concerned with Petra and Patch. Val presented ‘Nationwide’ in the 1970s. Perhaps Val could tell me why Frank Bough was kicked out of the BBC after he admitted enjoying the company of prostitutes and taking cocaine yet Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall remained fully protected when doing far worse. Was Frank threatening to blow the gaffe on them?

Another member of The Young Generation was Nigel Lythgoe, he’s one of the Young Conservatives pictured above with Lesley Judd. Nigel went into TV production and became Head of Entertainment and Comedy at LWT. It was Nigel who commissioned and produced ‘Blind Date’. Which starred Cilla. ‘Blind Date’ was the show which turned around LWT’s fortunes in the 1990s and made the company so profitable. Cilla was a good friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School. I worked for Chamberlain when dear old Cilla was the Famous Friend of St George’s. Chamberlain had, when he was younger, experimented upon and then killed a foetus of seven months gestation. At St George’s he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in north Wales/Cheshire as well as a linked trafficking gang in south London (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Chamberlain lived in a huge house right next to the All England Tennis Club at Wimbledon. The All England Club of which the Duke of Kent was President. Chamberlain won’t have missed an opportunity to rub noses with him.

Nigel Lythgoe subsequently worked on ‘Popstars’, ‘Pop Idol’ and ‘American Idol’. When Nigel was a judge on ‘Popstars’, he became known as Nasty Nigel on account of his harsh comments regarding the hopefuls who appeared before him.

Nigel spent his youth and early career in Liverpool, when Dafydd’s gang were running the city and supplying underaged sex workers to VIPs and celebs…

Nigel’s wealth is estimated at $110 million.

 

Jennifer’s Diary will be bringing the readers of this blog more stories from an insider soon. You’ll read it here first, not in Tatler.

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Hearing Voices

In my post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’ I discussed the dishonesty of the former Tory MP for Taunton, Edward du Cann, who despite being pursued by so many for bad debts and holding senior positions in companies which went bankrupt owing millions of pounds, always seemed to manage to come out smiling himself. In 1993 it looked as though Sir Edward might have had his comeuppance when he was declared bankrupt, but bugger me if dear old Sir Edward didn’t bounce back again and end up living the life of Riley in Cyprus within a short few years, after having invested in vineyards. Sir Edward did have an incredible ability to find himself a rich man no matter what was happening to those around him, but I have always presumed that was because Sir Edward was, as my grandpa always told me, ‘a crook’.

Sir Edward did not like my grandpa one bit and they knew each other well. Du Cann outlived grandpa by many years, he was younger than grandpa anyway, but my grandpa pegged out when he was in his mid-70s whereas dear old du Cann lasted until he was in his 90s and only shuffled off this mortal coil very recently. As I explained in ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’, Sir Edward’s final bounce back from disaster occurred at the same time as some people in Somerset received huge quantities of money in return for their silence regarding what was happening to me at the hands of the trafficking gang. Du Cann was by then just a politician from the past, but he caused a bit of a stir when on 18 July 1995 the ‘Sunday Herald’ published an interview with him in which he explained that he was so pissed off with the Tory Party that he was going to speak out, that he ‘had a lot to tell’ and was ‘going to tell it’.

At the time that Sir Edward was making these threatening noises, John Major’s Gov’t was pushing out all the boats to conceal the crap in north Wales, dirty deals had just been done to give Dafydd an offer that he could not refuse so he had agreed to ‘retire’ (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’), William Hague had not yet announced any public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal although Sir Ronnie Waterhouse seemed to know that he would be Chairing it and the paedophiles’ friends were doing everything possible to have me banged up in a secure mental health unit without trial. If that wasn’t sufficient for a du Cann feeding frenzy, Blair was knocking at the door of No 10, Cherie was mates with numerous ‘radical lawyers’ who were concealing the crimes of those linked to the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Ron Davies was busy having moments of madness and was lined up for the job as Secretary of State for Wales when Blair became PM (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Sir Peter Morrison, the then former Tory MP for Chester who had spent years abusing children in care in north Wales and elsewhere was found dead on 13 July 1995. Morrison had been a personal friend of Thatch and was one of the MPs who robustly supported her leadership bid against Ted Heath. Du Cann had been the leading light in the rout against Heath (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’). Four days before Morrison was found dead, Bing Spear died. Spear was the corrupt mandarin who had been at the top of the Home Office Drugs Branch for years and facilitated Dafydd’s generous prescribing of class A drugs (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University in July 1995.

No wonder that du Cann subsequently decided that he didn’t have anything to tell after all and found himself living it up in Cyprus.

There must have been a cross-party whip-round in Parliament after an observation along the lines of ‘Oh God it’s that old crook from Somerset, he doesn’t just know the key witness’s family but he’s been around for decades and he is au fait with the details of every political scandal since the Jurassic. Dig deep into your pockets everyone.’

Craven unprincipled politicians: Have you by any chance all had your brains collectively removed? Do you not understand that the wrongdoing was so great and involved so many people that you were never ever going to be free of it? Even if you had have succeeded in silencing me and my friends for ever, you would still always have been bothered by the du Canns of the world returning for more dosh. It won’t have died with du Cann, there is the next generation, you know as well as I do that you’re having to do favours for the grandchildren of the Westminster Paedophile Ring now. Then there’s the Top Docs who just tell you what their next pay rise is going to be. Now would you like to write me a thank you letter for having exposed what went on, thus freeing you all of future blackmailers?

Du Cann’s Lazarus-like revival was contingent upon the very helpful Registrar Mr Pimm. It was reported in the Indie that a bankruptcy order against du Cann was made in the London Bankruptcy Court on 12 March 1993 on a petition over unpaid bills by the solicitors Denton Hall Burgin & Warrens, who used to act for du Cann. Because of that order, an Inland Revenue petition for unpaid taxes became a formality on 25 March 1993 and was automatically dismissed at a brief private hearing before Mr Registrar Pimm in London on 25 March 1993. Both the Inland Revenue and the law firm had filed their petitions in Jan 1993. Du Cann told the Indie on 25 March 1993 that his solicitors would be applying to have the bankruptcy order lifted in the next few days.

I thought that I’d find out a bit more about Mr Pimm. Geoffrey Pimm died not so long ago and the website of the Chancery Bar Association website published his obituary.

Geoffrey Leonard Pimm was appointed as a Registrar in Bankruptcy of the High Court in 1981. Born in 1926, Pimm became a Bevin boy after leaving school, working in the mines in Nottinghamshire, but was later commissioned into the RNVR during WWII. When he left the RNVR he took the Bar examinations. Pimm was called to the Bar at Gray’s Inn in Feb 1952. Pimm became a tenant in the same Chambers as Michael Havers before joining the Colonial Service as a magistrate and being posted to Southern Rhodesia in June 1958.

Just from the information provided in the previous paragraph alone, we can presume that Mr Pimm had many valuable connections. Jimmy Savile was a Bevin boy and being Savile he utilised this network every bit as ruthlessly as he used all of his other networks. Geoffrey Pimm’s time in the RNVR will have meant that he knew of the people and the misconduct described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. Du Cann was also in the RNVR at that time.

The connection with Michael Havers will really have given Pimm influence though. Havers was from a high profile legal family. His father was the High Court judge Sir Cecil Havers, his sister became Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss and Havers himself was Attorney-General, 1979-87, during which time he blocked the prosecutions of a number of celebrity paedophiles, as well as overseeing numerous serious miscarriages of justice. Havers was the Tory MP for Wimbledon, 1970-87 and his constituents numbered many of the Top Docs from St George’s Hospital Medical School, including Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who was concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales as well as a linked paedophile ring in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Havers was Solicitor General, 1972-74, under Ted Heath and was Lord Chancellor for a few months in 1987, before stepping down for health reasons. Havers was also in the RNVR.

Michael Havers was Attorney General when Geoffrey Pimm was appointed Registrar in Bankruptcy in the High Court in London.

Geoffrey Pimm and Michael Havers’ Chambers was also the Chambers of Edward Clarke QC. Clarke was number two to Frederick Geoffrey Lawrence in the defence team for the suspected serial killing Top Doctor John Bodkin Adams. Between 1946 and 1956, more than 160 of Bodkin Adams’s patients died in suspicious circumstances and of these, 132 left him money or items in their wills. He was tried and acquitted for the murder of one patient in 1957. Another count of murder was withdrawn by the prosecution in what was later described as ‘an abuse of process’ by the Presiding judge Sir Patrick Devlin, causing questions to be asked in Parliament about the prosecution’s handling of events.

Adams was found guilty in a subsequent trial of 13 offences of prescription fraud, lying on cremation forms, obstructing a police search and failing to keep a dangerous drugs register. He was removed from the Medical Register in 1957 and reinstated in 1961.

Bodkins Adams’s case demonstrates that the BMA, MDU and GMC had a history of protecting dangerous criminal Top Doctors by the time that Dafydd was learning the ropes.

After the investigation into Bodkin Adams was launched, the BMA sent a letter to all doctors in Eastbourne – where Bodkin Adams practised – reminding them of ‘Professional Secrecy’ (ie. patient confidentiality) if interviewed by the police. Yet the patients in question were dead. The Attorney General Sir Reginald Manningham-Buller wrote to the BMA secretary, Dr Macrae, “to try to get him to remove the ban”. The impasse continued until on 8 November Manningham-Buller met with Macrae to convince him of the importance of the case. During this meeting he passed a police officer’s confidential 187-page report on Adams to Macrae. Macrae took the report to the President of the BMA and returned it the next day. In all likelihood, he also copied it and passed it on to the defence. Convinced of the seriousness of the accusations, Macrae dropped his opposition to doctors talking to the police. In the end two Eastbourne doctors gave evidence to the police.

Opposition Labour MPs subsequently gave notice of two questions to be asked in the House regarding the affair, one asking what “reports [the Attorney-General] has sent” to the GMC in the “past six months”. Manningham-Buller replied that he had “had no communications” with the GMC, but only with an officer of it. He did not mention the police officer’s report. Instead, he instigated an investigation into a leak, later concluding that the police officer himself had passed information regarding the meeting with Macrae to a journalist.

The police acquired a memo belonging to a Daily Mail journalist, concerning rumours of homosexuality between “a police officer, a magistrate and a doctor”. The last directly implied Adams. This information had come, according to the reporter, directly from the police officer who had compiled the report which had been given to the BMA. The ‘magistrate’ was Sir Roland Gwynne, Mayor of Eastbourne (1929–31) and brother of Rupert Gwynne, MP for Eastbourne (1910–24).  Gwynne was Adams’s patient and known to visit every day at 9am. They went on frequent holidays together and had recently spent three weeks in Scotland. The ‘police officer’ was the Deputy Chief Constable of Eastbourne, Alexander Seekings. The officer who compiled the report ignored this line of inquiry (despite homosexual acts being a criminal offence in 1956), and the police instead gave the journalist a dressing-down.

The leading Defence counsel at the trial, Sir Frederick Geoffrey Lawrence QC, was briefed by the MDU. Lawrence was ‘a specialist in real estate and divorce cases [and] a relative stranger in criminal court’ who was defending his first murder trial and convinced the jury that there was no evidence that a murder had been committed, much less that a murder had been committed by Adams. He emphasised that the indictment was based mainly on testimonies from the nurses and that none of the witnesses’ evidence matched the others’.

One of the defence witnesses at Adams’s trial was the Harley Street practitioner Dr John Harman, Harriet Harman’s dad. Harman proffered opinions in areas in which he had no personal clinical experience.

During the committal hearing prior to the trial, Lord Chief Justice Goddard had been seen dining with Sir Roland Gwynne  at The White Hart Hotel in Lewes: there is no indication of what they discussed. Goddard, as Lord Chief Justice, appointed Devlin to try the Adams case shortly after the end of the committal hearing and, in a meeting of 19 Feb 1957, Goddard, as Lord Chief Justice, had a responsibility for the conduct of all courts in England and Wales, from magistrates’ courts to the Court of Appeal and was entitled to give Devlin his views on the case.

The jury took 44 minutes to find Adams not guilty.

There are numerous aspects to the Bodkin Adams case which are strangely familiar to anyone acquainted with Dafydd and his ways. Lies were told constantly, overwhelming evidence of crime was dismissed by throw away comments about a doctor’s duty, there was much pompousing about how doctors could never be accused of murder, nurses giving evidence were belittled and documentary evidence compiled by nurses went missing. The whole case just shrieks ‘Dafydd’.

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until independence in 1964. Pimm then went into private practice in Zambia, working as a solicitor, 1964-69, when he divorced and re-married, leaving Africa and losing touch with his family for a while. Leaving your wife and ‘losing touch with your family’ was in those days something done by the very posh or the plebs, but it was considered somewhat scandalous among Pimm’s layer of society. I wonder what the circumstances were.

Pimm’s obituary on the Chancery Bar Association website tells us that ‘Between 1970 and 1972 he served as Attorney General in the Gilbert and Ellice Islands, which remained colonies of the Crown until 1972. He advised the Gov’t of these islands on various matters, but considered one of his great achievements to be the settlement of a claim by the Gilbert islanders for several millions of pounds in compensation for phosphate mining and environmental damage to the islands. He accomplished this in part through his personal connections: he considered politics to be as important as the legal side of his work.’

The Chancery Bar Association seems to have told a number of porkies regarding Pimm’s service in the Gilbert and Ellice Islands, I suspect because Pimm did something really disgusting when he ‘served’ in that capacity. The Gilbert and Ellice Islands remained colonies of the crown until 1976, not 1972. A referendum was held in Dec 1974 to determine whether the Gilbert and Ellice Islands should each have their own administration. As a consequence of the referendum, the Gilbert and Ellice Islands colony ceased to exist on 1 Jan 1976 and the separate countries of Kiribati and Tuvalu came into existence.

The Islands had become a Crown colony in 1916, along with a number of other islands, some of which were transferred to New Zealand in 1926. The Gilbert and Ellice Islands colony continued to be administered by a Resident Commissioner. Banaba Island (Ocean Island) remained the headquarters of the colony until the British evacuation in 1942 during the Pacific War when Banaba Island and the Gilbert Islands were occupied by the Japanese. After World War II, the colony headquarters was re-established on Tarawa, in the Gilbert Islands. The Tuvaluans were concerned about their minority status in the Gilbert and Ellice Islands colony. In 1974, ethnic differences within the colony caused the Polynesians of the Ellice Islands to vote for separation from the Micronesians of the Gilbert Islands (later Kiribati). In 1975, the Ellice Islands became the separate British colony of Tuvalu.

In 1947 Tarawa was made the administrative capital. In 1963, an Advisory Council was created, consisting of officials and representatives who were appointed by the Resident Commissioner. In 1964 an Executive Council was established. A Constitution was introduced in 1967, which created a House of Representatives for the Gilbert and Ellice Islands colony that comprised seven appointed officials and 23 members elected by the islanders. Tuvalu elected four members of the House of Representatives. The 1967 Constitution also established the Governing Council. The House of Representatives only had the authority to recommend laws; the Governing Council had the authority to enact laws following a recommendation from the House of Representatives.

As it became apparent that the Tuvaluans were concerned about their minority status on the Gilbert and Ellice Islands colony, a new constitution was introduced in 1971. However that did not end the Tuvaluan movement for independence.

In 1974 Ministerial government was introduced in the Gilbert and Ellice Islands colony through a change to the Constitution.

After the Dec 1974 referendum to determine whether the Gilbert Islands and Ellice Islands should each have their own administration, separation occurred in two stages. The Tuvaluan Order 1975 made by the Privy Council which took effect on 1 Oct 1975, recognised Tuvalu as a separate British dependency with its own Gov’t. The second stage occurred on 1 Jan 1976 when two separate administrations were created out of the civil service of the Gilbert and Ellice Islands colony. The British conducted a formal inquiry into Tuvaluan attitudes towards secession and announced that a referendum was to be held, in which Tuvaluans could choose to remain with the Gilberts or secede. They were told that if they separated they would not receive royalties from the Banaba Island phosphate or other assets of the colony. Despite this, 3799 Tuvaluans (92%) voted to secede, while 293 voted against secession. On 1 Oct 1975, legal separation from the Gilbert Islands – now Kiribati – took place. On 1 Jan 1976, full administration of the new colony was transferred to Funafuti from Tarawa. Tuvalu became an independent constitutional monarchy and the 38th member of the Commonwealth on the 1 Oct 1978. The Gilbert Islands attained independence on 12 July 1979 under the name Kiribati by the Kiribati Independence Order 1979, as a republic with Commonwealth membership.

Banaba Island, which was formerly rich in phosphates before becoming fully depleted in the latter colonial years, also sued for independence in 1979 and boycotted the Kiribati ceremonies. The Banabans wanted greater autonomy and reparations of around $250 million for revenue they had not received and for environmental destruction caused by phosphate mining practices similar to those on Nauru. The British authorities had relocated most of the population to Fiji after 1945, but by the 1970s many were returning to Banaba. The British rejected the Banaban independence proposal and the island remained under the jurisdiction of Kiribati.

So the Banabans and Tuvaluans were really shafted in terms of not receiving compensation for the phosphate mining. Declare independence from Lilibet? Then you’re not getting your dosh. I haven’t had time to research which mining company benefited from the mineral deposits on Banaba and Tuvalu, but now I am becoming familiar with the ways of the world, I suspect that it was probably Chaired by Edward du Cann or one of his mates. Geoffrey Pimm obviously had a great deal to do with the screwing over of the Banabans and Tuvaluans and he could well have continued ‘advising’ on the fleecing of certain islanders until after he left his post. Of course Pimm might have laid all the plans while he was AG, 1970-72, but for some reason the Chancery Bar Association has lied about the date that the Gilbert and Ellice Islands achieved independence. Whatever the truth behind this, Pimm was a key mover and shaker in making things very difficult for certain islands to achieve independence from Lilibet, which suggests that Pimm had friends in very high places and was doing favours for those friends. Friends of a Royal nature.

According to the Chancery Bar Association, in 1972 Pimm was off to Bermuda – after having provided such a good service in his previous post – where he then served in the Attorney General’s Chambers until 1974.

In the 16th century Bermuda was known to Spanish and Portuguese explorers as the Isle of the Devils, as a result of the storms and dangerous reefs. During the 2oth century, Bermuda became a popular tourist destination.

Here’s Lilibet and Phil travelling in style on Bermuda in 1953:

 

Tourism reached a peak on Bermuda in the 1960s-70s, but by the end of the 1970s, ‘international business’ aka tax evasion had supplanted tourism as the dominant sector of Bermuda’s economy. Universal adult suffrage only occurred in the 1960s; prior to that, voting was dependent upon a certain level of property ownership. On 10 March 1973, the Governor of Bermuda Richard Sharples was assassinated by local Black Power militants during a period of civil unrest. So Geoffrey Pimm found himself where the action was once again.

Bermuda is a British Overseas Territory and executive authority in Bermuda is vested in Lilibet and is exercised on her behalf by the Governor, who is appointed by the Queen on the advice of the British Gov’t.

It will have been Ted Heath’s Gov’t who sent Geoffrey Pimm to Bermuda to do whatever it was that he got up to out there. Whatever that was, Pimm put it to good use. His obituary states that he returned to London after his posting in Bermuda and worked ‘for Kleinwort Benson as a specialist legal adviser, a post in which he was able to put to good use his knowledge of the Bermuda offshore insurance business’.

After leaving Kleinwort Benson, Pimm joined the High Court as a bankruptcy registrar, eventually serving as Chief Registrar until his retirement in 1997. Pimm resided in a flat in Gray’s Inn.

Ronnie Waterhouse’s mate Sir William Mars-Jones lived at Gray’s Inn. Mars-Jones provided a huge umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for years from Paedophilia Central in London and Mars-Jones’s brother and sister-in-law also provided valuable back-up to Dafydd et al on a local basis in Denbighshire. Mars-Jones, Waterhouse and Havers all spent many enjoyable hours in the Garrick.

Pimm enjoyed flying; he held a private pilot’s licence in Zambia and for a time part-owned a Cessna aeroplane. He also enjoyed dinghy sailing and was a regular at the opera.

The Chancery Bar Association claimed that Pimm was ‘a private man who revealed little to his colleagues’, although it’s not rocket science to work out that Pimm was shafting Little People. Pimm ‘declined the offer of a valediction when he retired, an occasion that was marked only by an informal presentation by his colleagues and court staff’. He ‘went off quietly to spend his retirement in Port Elizabeth in South Africa where his
second wife, Alvina, wished to live’. Alvina died shortly before him, after which he moved to a retirement complex run by the Catholic Church in Port Elizabeth. Pimm died in Nov 2015 in Port Elizabeth and is survived by his children, Sarah, Jonathan, James and Mary and his first wife Beryl.

This is pure speculation, but by 1997 – the year in which Ronnie Waterhouse began hearing evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry – was Pimm’s past finally perhaps looking dangerously like catching up with him? Low key retirements are usually a sign that someone is fed up with their employers and glad to be escaping or that they have become a major embarrassment and only a few trusted employees who can be replied upon to behave themselves are invited to wave goodbye. It was under such circumstances that Meri Huws departed from Bangor University. Now I and one of my friends actively tried to find out where Meri’s leaving party was being held but we did not manage it.

Someone else who had a carefully managed retirement party was Dafydd. There was a buffet held for him in the Hergest Unit and colluding Angels and Top Docs were invited. I and another victim had plans to gatecrash Dafydd’s party and give the old bastard a send off that he’d never forget but we missed it by merely hours. I later found out that the whole Hergest Unit had been briefed as to how the party had to be planned and held without patients – in particular me – having any idea about it, lest some unwanted reminders of Dafydd’s glorious career blighted the occasion. I observed to Jeff Crowther, the nursing manager, that holding a party for Dafydd was a slap in the face for all of his victims. Jeff responded by saying ‘it was a slap in the face for him, no-one went’. Someone else confirmed that this was indeed true, there was only a very small turnout and the uneaten grub was sent around the hospital afterwards.

If Dafydd operated on the same level as the rest of us, the snub might have been felt. This is Dafydd, he wouldn’t have given a stuff, he ‘retired’ clutching the NHS contract to provide ‘substance misuse services’ for the whole of north Wales and an agreement that none of the very serious outstanding complaints against him would be followed up (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drug’s Baron?’). That was over 20 years ago. Dafydd is still Chairing the biggest ‘substance abuse’ charity in Wales. Since his ‘retirement’ in 1995, his charity CAIS has branched out into therapy, counselling, Army veterans, employment projects, supported housing and ‘service user involvement’. Such a slap in the face for him Jeff…

 

The appointment of the Chief Registrar is a matter for the Lord Chancellor. Who when Geoffrey Pimm was appointed was Quintin Hogg aka Lord Hailsham, a paedophiles’ friend and homophobe (ironically the two characteristics often are found together) of many decades standing (see previous posts). The Lord Chancellor when Pimm did such a big favour for Edward du Cann was that other sex offenders’ friend Lord Mackay (see previous posts).

 

Previous posts (eg. ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’) discussed how in 1993 I was prosecuted for ‘staring at a social worker’ in Safeways in Bangor. I was found guilty, although the social worker in question, paedophiles’ colleague Jackie Brandt, began crying in the witness box under a polite cross-examination by my solicitor and admitted that she had lied in her statement about me. Brandt had claimed that I had screamed and yelled at her in Safeways and followed her around the store with intent to launch a murderous attack upon her outside. Under cross-examination Brandt admitted that none of that had happened, but I had stared at her. I had to part with £60 on the orders of Bangor Magistrates.

Years later I discovered that it had been faithfully documented by Top Doctor Sadie Francis that I had ‘stormed out of the court swearing’ after the case. Which is certainly interesting, because what actually happened was that when Brandt started crying in the witness box and fessed up to lying, I began laughing. I was laughing so much at this trembling wreck who, just before stressing to the magistrates how she had ‘many years of experience in dealing with disturbed people’ but I was the worst that she’d ever encountered, had forgotten her own name – she regressed to childhood and stated that she was ‘Jackie Muriel Billings’ and then had to correct herself and shrieked ‘No, no, I’m sorry, it’s Jackie Muriel Brandt’ – that the magistrates threatened to put me in the cells if I ‘didn’t remain silent’. I wasn’t saying anything, swearing or otherwise, my co-accused and I were simply too busy laughing at the farce. Furthermore, Sadie Francis knew this, because I saw her husband days later and he said ‘that case was just a laugh to you wasn’t it’, so I explained that considering the prosecution witness was a lying jelly who got her own name wrong, yes it was quite entertaining. Sadie and Tony should have known that I and my co-accused were not the only ones who had a good laugh, Brandt became known among the patients afterwards as Jackie Muriel Billings in honour of that performance.

Jackie Muriel Billings had previously unlawfully detained me and at least one other person but our complaints against her were never investigated. Jackie Muriel Billings was on one occasion faced by a patient who loathed her so much that she refused to answer the door to Jackie Muriel Billings. Jackie Muriel Billings called the police, told them that there was a mad psychiatric patient inside the house, the police broke the door down, the young woman was sectioned by Jackie Muriel Billings and was subsequently evicted from her house as a result of the damage to the door. She then became a ‘homeless schizophrenic’. Prior to that she was a young business studies graduate who was doing her best to recover from a period of illness which was made considerably worse by Jackie Muriel Billings et al . Yes, we Hergest patients had suffered distress and illness, but we were not completely mad and violent with it, which was the only way that Billings et al ever constructed any of us. Furthermore, by the time that Jackie Muriel Billings and co had finished, as Brown observed, most of what were once simply vulnerable young people were irretrievable.

Another curious thing that Jackie Muriel Billings wrote about me in one of her affidavits – she took me to court several times – was that she ‘had even given [her] little dog away lest [I] hurt it to upset her’. I didn’t even know that Jackie Muriel Billings had a dog and even if I had have known, Jackie Muriel Billings had no indication at all that I would have hurt her dog or indeed anyone else’s dog. No-one questioned why such a ludicrous comment had been included in an affidavit for the High Court, it was yet another bit of the craziness of the paedophiles’ friends that became part of the case against me, ooh she was going to murder Jackie’s dog.

Jackie didn’t actually give the performance of a lifetime in front of Bangor Magistrates until later in the year in 1993, but when Jackie made up that nonsense about her encounter in Safeways with me it was I think in February 1993. Despite the imminent danger to Jackie’s life that I presented, I and my co-accused were not told that Jackie had made a police statement about us for at least two weeks. It was sometime in March that we were told that the complaint had been made and that we would be prosecuted. Which was when Pimm and du Cann were busy working their scam…

One of those who worked at the Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University who was part of Prof Robert Baldwin’s massive research fraud was a Dr Malcolm Pimm. Pimm was lazy, dishonest and vindictive towards both me and a medical student who was on placement at the labs at the time. I don’t know what Pimm’s problem with the medical student was, she was lovely, but Pimm and his side-kick Sandra Gribben held conversations in front of me regarding how they were going to get this student out. This student was never anything but polite to them, but like me she had noticed exactly what was going on in those labs (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’) and in her capacity as a medical student had also witnessed abuse, bullying and neglect in the flagship Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham. The medical student had a father who was a very senior civil servant. I have now found out who he is! I’ll be blogging all about him and the Nottingham connection – I’ve found yet more corruption – very soon.

Note to Ken Clarke: Ken, this is looking really, really bad for you. I have now pieced together some of the parts of the puzzle regarding why my father, from Somerset, found his former employer suddenly dead and his former employer’s business taken over by a man from Nottingham who, for some reason that I could never understand, arrived in Bridgwater to buy the company out. Do you know a businessman from Nottingham called Richard Tennant by any chance Clarke? Because he has a famous nephew – Neil, a pop star! I’ll be blogging more about this soon. Frankly Ken, I’d leave for another planet now if I were you. You’ll need more than a curry, a cigar, a pint, a pair of Hush Puppies and an utterly complacent attitude to get you out of this.

Next time that you want to deal with the BMA Ken, ask the person who has the evidence to put some of them in prison, rather than shaft her and her friends you daft old sod. You didn’t manage to deal with the BMA did you Ken? You tried to, to your credit you were about the only person in Westminster who did try, but like Edwina Hart in Wales you thought that you could outwit the world, screw over everybody and then bag the ‘top job’. You plonker.

 

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 ‘And what do you do?’ ‘I cover up the crimes of paedophiles with Royal connections Ma’am, it’s why I couldn’t win the war with the BMA.’
One of Geoffrey Pimm’s children was Jonathan. There is a Jonathan Pimm who is a Top Doctor, who works as a consultant psychiatrist and honorary senior lecturer at the East London NHS Foundation Trust. I have not been able to confirm whether Jonathan is Geoffrey Pimm’s son, but Jonathan Pimm did co-author the 2013 Guardian obituary of a Top Doctor who, along with his mentor, is worth discussing here.
The subject of the obituary was ‘the pioneering psychiatrist Professor Hugh Gurling’. Pimm and his co-author explained that Gurling ‘was determined to find the genes that cause severe mental illness. His resolve to investigate the biological processes underlying devastating diseases such as schizophrenia, manic depression and alcoholism was very much at odds with the prevailing approach in the late 1970s, when the focus in psychiatry was on psychological and social factors. Despite scepticism and at times frank opposition, Gurling single-handedly obtained funding and developed and led a research unit at University College London (UCL) now recognised as being at the forefront of psychiatric genetics. This field, these days involving hundreds of researchers around the world, is widely seen as potentially the greatest source of biological insights and advances in treatment.
Gurling began his research career in 1976, studying alcoholism under the supervision of Professor Robin Murray at the Institute of Psychiatry, London. As part of this project, he sought to uncover genetic influences on alcoholism. This often involved him driving around London collecting blood samples and sometimes visiting patients’ houses late at night. With the emergence of the “new genetics”, he realised the potential to gain radical insights into the understanding of schizophrenia and manic depression. To this end, he collaborated with researchers in Iceland, where large family sizes and good genealogical records provided ideal material for his purpose. He began studying them with novel technologies to identify DNA markers for disease.

A course at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine in 1977 and a year as a visiting scholar and Wellcome training fellow at Stanford University’s department of genetics in 1981 added to his skills. After gaining a Wellcome senior fellowship, in 1987 he moved on to UCL, where he set up a molecular psychiatry laboratory. The following year he published a landmark paper in ‘Nature’, which appeared to demonstrate that chromosome 5 harboured a gene for schizophrenia. Although the exact implications of this paper are still disputed, it served as a stimulus for the development of innovative techniques.

His laboratory found genes that provide the code for neurotransmitter receptor proteins, variants of which are thought to be centrally involved in causing psychosis. He published a paper showing that highly informative markers called microsatellites could be used in gene-mapping studies, and subsequently it became standard practice to use panels of these markers to localise the genes responsible for hundreds of genetic diseases. As the research continued to progress and new technologies emerged, he seized on them enthusiastically. He was involved in work showing that small deletions or duplications of parts of chromosomes could cause schizophrenia. He published papers showing that changes to single DNA bases appeared to affect dramatically the risk of schizophrenia and manic depression.

Most recently, he sequenced all 3 bn DNA bases of 100 subjects with manic depression and identified a number of changes that might be causing disease. In order to confirm these findings, he arranged for these variants to be detected in samples of thousands of people with and without manic depression. The results had the potential to identify definitively which variants in which genes could cause the disorder. He died before receiving them.’

Journalists love Top Docs like Hugh Gurling. Journos don’t usually understand their work, but if you have no education in science the sort of thing that Gurling talked about really does sound impressive and if your article can be accompanied by a female researcher who fits society’s stereotypes of Attractive Girl With Brains doing something with lots of test-tubes while wearing a lab coat and protective eye gear, your editor will be really pleased. Particularly if your editor doesn’t understand anything about Gurling’s work either.

I am in no way hostile to biomedical research or biomedical research in genetics. I love the science behind it, I always have and my problem when I worked in biomedical research was not the science, it was the utter lack of integrity that so many of those involved displayed. There are those who do not think that anything about severe mental illness can ever be explained by biomedical research. I am not one of them, but I am deeply concerned about the degree of research fraud in biomedical sciences, about the poor quality of much research and the lack of intelligent interpretation of results, as well as the way in which billions is being poured into such research when the basic needs of people suffering now from serious illness are not being met. People are dying destitute or languishing in prison while UCL is given another few million and not really held accountable for the spending of the dosh.

However, even if the factors which worry me were to be addressed, the biggest problem in research into severe mental illness is that the diagnoses are simply so often not credible. Yes, there are patients who’s ‘symptoms’ do approximate to those described in DSM. But there are many more who’s ‘symptoms’ do not. Then there are all the patients who find, as I so often did, that the Top Doc to whom they were talking had only the minimal understanding of what they were trying to say. Then there are the numerous basic very serious errors that nearly everyone who reads their own records finds. In north Wales of course, this phenomenon was so marked that people’s ‘medical histories’ were simply a fairy tale. Then there is the pure speculation that ends up recorded as fact on records which are then used to make a ‘diagnosis’. Even if the speculation isn’t downright malicious lies – ‘she planned to kill the dog of a social worker’ or ‘Dr Jones feared that she was going to murder him there and then’ – much of it is utterly naive stereotyping.

My own socio-economic background is complex. My paternal grandpa to whom I was very close was the son of a wealthy Scotsman who abandoned his wife and children when my grandpa was four. Grandpa was brought up in poverty in east London by his sister, who was 12 when their father (and mother) abandoned them. He grew into a self-made businessman, moved to Somerset and in the 1950s and 60s was a big name in the small pool of Bridgwater and a leading light in the Tory Party. He was by then, considered to be a middle class businessman. My maternal grandfather was a farm labourer who came from a Somerset village and lived there his entire life. He was lucky enough to get a council house in the 1930s, where he, my grandmother, two of my aunties and a cousin also lived, after the many other children of my grandparents had grown up and moved out, nearly all of them living in neighbouring villages. They all considered themselves working class. I would sit in my father’s parents’ house and have them telling me what was in the Torygraph or how important it was to get rid of Ted Heath and then go two miles down the road and visit my other grandparents. My gran would have come back from the bingo in Bridgwater, my grandpa would be smoking No 6 and watching the ‘Golden Shot’ and if I wanted to read something there was the ‘News of the World’.

This account always wows sociologists, but they can easily cope with it. Top Doctors couldn’t. I would watch their brains going into overdrive as they desperately tried to pigeon hole me after asking – quite unnecessary – questions about some aspects of my background. It was fascinating to watch as some of them tried to categorise me as the offspring of a scumbag who was on the cider 24 hrs a day – even more confusion resulted when I explained that my father rarely drank and neither did I under most circumstances – while others told each other that I was a spoilt stuck up cow who didn’t know anyone who worked for a living.

I then realised that despite all the talk of assessing patients’ social and cultural circumstances, all these enquiries about my background were for one reason only. To discover whether I was someone who had people close to me who were going to complain about what was happening to me at the hands of the negligent maniacs running and staffing the mental health services or indeed raise the alarm with influential people. More of which later.

As Top Docs clearly have no idea as to how to ‘assess’ the social and cultural background of the person sitting in front of them yet alone start assessing their family members by failing to grasp any of the info that they have been given, I suggest that they stop trying to do so.

It is among this half-understood – if even that – mess and confusion that records are made referring to ‘genetically inherited mental illness’ within the patient’s family. There are some families where mental distress emerges in several members, but with the Top Docs on the job, that doesn’t really tell us much.

Then there are the patients who acquire several different diagnoses, sometimes within the course of just two or three years. Look at the records of people in north Wales. People admitted to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the 1970s and 80s were nearly all diagnosed with ‘paranoid schizophrenia’. A small number had manic depression. Attractive young people whom Dafydd wanted to traffic had ‘personality disorders’, so that Dafydd could send them to his ‘young persons personality disorders unit’, where they were encouraged to have sex with each other while Angels watched and were then groomed for sex work (see post ‘Include Me Out’). DSM tells us that the diagnosis of personality disorder should never be made in young people but that didn’t stop old Dafydd and Gwynne. No-one questioned them.

In the 1990s, in north Wales scores of the ‘mental patients with paranoid schizophrenia or manic depression’ became ‘service users with borderline personality disorders’. This was because Top Doctors could refuse to treat people who were deemed to have borderline personality disorders on the grounds that they didn’t have a mental ‘illness’, but they could send them to prison or a secure hospital on the grounds that they had a mental ‘disorder’ and were ‘potentially dangerous’. Christmas had clearly come for the people traffickers of the UK.

I gathered much evidence of these phenomena in north Wales, but they were happening across the UK. David Healy is one person who has written some fascinating material regarding psychiatric diagnoses falling in and out of fashion. Sadly David didn’t scream from the rooftops when his criminal fuckwitted colleagues pulled out diagnoses from a hat to justify whatever abuses they wanted to inflict upon the patient concerned. Patients who had been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia if a Top Doc wanted to lock them up and drug them against their wishes would days later find that they suddenly had a borderline personality disorder as they were marched off hospital premises by the police and refused all further care and treatment now that they were suicidal.

It was a big twisted farce.

No-one can possibly carry out work into the genetics of mental illness when practices like this are prevalent.

I would also ask readers to note that Hugh Gurling and the global leaders at UCL have not made a jot of difference to the lives and clinical outcomes of the Empowered Service Users in the wake of their decades of dedication to clarifying ‘the genetics of severe mental illness’.

Readers might have noticed that Hugh Gurling worked at the Institute of Psychiatry (which was then located at the Maudsley) in 1976. Which was about the time that Dr Tony Francis was ‘training’ there. In 1976, many of those who ‘trained’ Dafydd were still working at the Institute of Psychiatry and were concealing his crimes. Dafydd based his ‘treatment’ of alcoholics in north Wales – he cranked up his interest in this field in the mid-1970s, when Hugh was working with the ‘experts’ in alcoholism at the Maudsley – on the knowledge that Dafydd had acquired at the knee of the Great Men of the Maudsley. See post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’. The practices and ‘research’ at the Maudsley were simply not what they were cracked up to be. David Davies was the basis of the Institute of Psychiatry/Maudsley’s ‘expertise’ in alcohol addiction. Davies was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry, 1950-66, which covered the time that Dafydd was ‘training’ there. Davies’s ‘international reputation’ was based on a short study that he conducted of alcoholics. The study was based on seven patients and it was later discovered that they weren’t all alcoholics. It was on the basis of the accolades that Davies received after that study that he established the Alcohol Education Centre at the Institute of Psychiatry. See post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’.

 

Hugh Gurling was born in London. His father, Kenneth Gurling, was a physician and inaugural Dean of Medicine at the University of Nottingham. His mother, Nonie Sempill, was an Angel. After attending Sutton Valence School in Maidstone, Kent, Hugh qualified in medicine at King’s College London in 1973. He specialised in psychiatry at Guy’s Hospital and then at the Maudsley and continued with clinical work throughout his academic career, notably with a psychiatric intensive care unit, ‘treating patients too severely psychotic to be safely managed on ordinary wards’.

We now know that when Hugh Gurling was doing that, many patients ‘too severely psychotic to be safely managed on ordinary wards’ were patients who had complained of being sexually abused in care settings, including children’s homes or hospitals, or by professional people who’s careers and reputation would have bitten the dust if anyone had not dismissed the allegations of those dangerous nutters out of hand.

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The Comedians was a British television show of the 1970s (later reprised in the mid-1980s and early 1990s) produced by Johnnie Hemp of Granada Television. The show gave a stage to nightclub and working men’s club comedians of the era, including Russ Abbot, who later became known for his own TV series ‘Russ Abbot’s Madhouse’. I never watched ‘The Comedians’, I did not need to with the likes of Dafydd and Jackie Muriel Billings in my life.

Professor Hugh Gurling was brought up in Derbyshire. Where a long-standing paedophile ring was in operation, with links to Dafydd and the gang in north Wales.

In 1987, Hugh Gurling married Meryl Dahlitz, an academic neuropsychiatrist. His children are Holly, Alisdair and Laurel.

 

High Gurling’s obituary on the UCL website tells us that: Hugh’s uncompromising style and his, at times challenging, opinions did not always sit easily with colleagues and collaborators. However, his enthusiasm and energy gave him the ability to innovate and motivate young researchers and this underpinned his well-deserved reputation in the field. Hugh was also a most valued and supportive clinical colleague, who was committed to the welfare of his patients. As on any subject, he had strong views on the origins of mental health problems, but was always open to discussion and debate with those who had quite different opinions. He had strong interests in politics and the impact of health reforms on his patients.

Articles about Hugh Gurling constantly stressed his love of and commitment to the NHS. That usually translates as being a commitment to denying any healthcare failures or wrongdoing in the NHS, if necessary by launching personal attacks on anyone who dares come forward with evidence of serious wrongdoing.

Hugh Gurling’s sister Catherine Gurling is, or was, a senior lecturer at Kingston University. Which merged with St George’s Hospital Medical School during the 1990s, after repeated scandals at St George’s. Catherine is a clearly some sort of polymath. References to Catherine on the internet refer to her working with cardiologists and neuroscientists. Although Catherine works at Kingston University, she is listed as having been a company director for the British Pregnancy Advisory Service and the Neuroscience Research Charitable Trust and her address is given as Worcester. Is Catherine a Top Doctor of impressive experience? I doubt it, because Catherine is listed as being of the Business School in Kingston University. Furthermore the one piece of Catherine’s handiwork that I have found is an utterly lame power point (‘power point, the teaching aid for those who can’t teach’) discussing pedagogic research. Pedagogic research is a concept like being an expert on gender equality, its name has been taken in vain by a great many people who know nothing about it at all. From what I can see of Catherine’s power point she doesn’t either. But it’s called ‘Experts and Novices’ and there’s photos of people taking to school children.

Even more interesting than Hugh Gurling and his sister is Hugh’s mentor, Robin Murray. Robin Murray knows Dafydd!

Sir Robin Murray
Robin Murray at the Mental Health conference in Hanover, April 2013 - IMAG5320-cropped.png

Professor Sir Robin MacGregor Murray is a Scottish psychiatrist, Professor of Psychiatric Research at the Institute of Psychiatry, which is now located at King’s College London. He has treated patients with schizophrenia and bipolar illness – shouldn’t that be manic depressive insanity Robin? – at the National Psychosis Unit, South London and Maudsley NHS Trust who are referred because ‘they fail to respond to treatment’ – gosh, why ever might that be? – or ‘cannot get appropriate treatment locally’. Sir Robin sees patients privately if they are unable to obtain an NHS referral. Sir Robin will be quids in then, as mental health services collapse across the UK and no-one is able to get a referral for anything. It must be because Hugh Gurling died just before he could put the final touches to his genetics of mental illness project which was going to lead us to a place where the wolf also shall dwell with the lamb and the leopard shall lie down with the kid and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together and a little child shall lead them and the Top Doctors shall wipe away all tears from their eyes and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Robin Murray qualified at the University of Glasgow. He started training in psychiatry at the Maudsley Hospital and has remained there ever since, apart from one year at the National Institute of Mental Health in the USA. He has been Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry, King’s College London and Professor of Psychiatry there, but now focuses on research into, and care of people with psychotic illness. In 1987 he and Shon Lewis were among the first to suggest that schizophrenia might in part be a neurodevelopmental disorder.

Professor Murray is part of the Psychosis Research Group at the Institute of Psychiatry, perhaps the largest (by number of papers produced per annum) in the world. Yeh, OK, I can imagine the sort of thing that is being published. Murray is ranked as one of the most influential researchers in psychiatry by Thomson Reuters’ Science Watch and 3rd in schizophrenia research. So that’s why the prisons are full of psychotic people, why those who have been in receipt of Sir Robin and his colleagues’ expertise are dying in doorways and embankments and why the few long term mentally ill who have money to spare are beating a path to Sir Robin’s door for private care.

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In 1994, Robin Murray was the President of the European Association of Psychiatrists; now the European Psychiatric Association. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society (elected 2010) and also a Fellow of the Royal College of Psychiatrists. Murray is co-editor-in-chief of ‘Psychological Medicine’. He was Chairman of the Schizophrenia Commission which, over 2011 and 2012, reviewed in detail the care of people with psychosis in England and concluded people with this illness were neglected, often poorly treated and subject to discrimination.

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The Commission made numerous recommendations for improvement.

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Robin Murray and colleagues were among ‘the first to demonstrate that prolonged heavy abuse of cannabis can contribute to the onset of psychosis, and that starting early before 15 years and using high potency cannabis (e.g. skunk) particularly increase the risk’. Currently, they are researching why some people are especially vulnerable to this drug while most develop no problems. In 2009 Murray had a public disagreement with Professor David Nutt in the pages of ‘The Guardian’ about the dangers of cannabis in triggering psychosis. 

Murray previously wrote that while the risk increase is “about five-fold […] for the heaviest users”, the issue has become a political football. Murray has commented repeatedly on these issues in BBC articles and programmes, including in a ‘Panorama’  documentary on BBC One.  

 

I’m not sure when Sir Robin noticed the reefer madness which surrounded him, but Dafydd was a pioneer in this field. My post ‘Amber Rudd, The Miners’ Strike And A Memory Jogged’ describes a public meeting regarding drug abuse organised by the Bishop of Bangor, Cledan Mears, in 1984 at which Dafydd was the keynote speaker, where Dafydd told the audience had he had a patient who ‘had a problem with cannabis resin’. Brown whispered to me ‘the only problem that I’ve got with cannabis resin is that I can’t afford it’.

Brown knew what he was talking about, because until summer 1984 I used to enjoy a joint in the evening, but after I graduated I wanted to clear my debts and save some money so I gave up ‘cannabis resin’. However, Dr D.G.E. Wood had already noticed that I was suffering from reefer madness and this had been documented upon my medical records without my knowledge and given to Gwynne the lobotomist before I ever got near Gwynne. Once again, the level of the ignorance and confusion on the part of the Top Docs was impressive. Wood had concluded that I was suffering from reefer madness because I ‘habitually smelt of oil of petunia’. Now what I ACTUALLY smelt of was patchouli oil, because my mates were hippyish and that’s what hippies like to use, as any fule kno. One day I spilt a whole bottle of patchouli oil on my favourite jumper, so of course it really reeked. I did wash the jumper a few times, but it still reeked so I just thought oh sod it, I’ll smell of patchouli oil. I went to see Wood, not knowing in those days that he was running a sex trafficking ring and he asked me what perfume I was wearing. So I said patchouli oil, but I’ve spilt the whole bottle on my jumper.

Wood is thick and arrogant and obviously didn’t know what patchouli oil is, neither did he ask, so he thought that I had said pentunia oil. Whatever that is. Somehow, among all this confusion, someone else had told Wood – I think it was either Adrian Bell, the lecturer in Plant Biology who was mates with Wood or Liz Stables, the nurse in the Student Health Centre, both of whom knew about the trafficking ring and who were colluding – that people who smoke joints and hang around with hippies also have a penchant for patchouli oil.

Thus, along with the many other diagnoses, I was deemed to be suffering from reefer madness. Of course, because I gave up smoking my ONE evening spliff in 1984, by the time that I encountered Dafydd, I could not possibly have been suffering from reefer madness, because I had parted company with the reefers ages ago. But I still had reefer madness.

It was as a result of these sorts of experiences that Brown and I concluded that the Top Docs were stupid, bigoted, prejudiced, dishonest and quite mad.

Dafydd is extreme, but he is not alone. There will be other diagnoses made of reefer madness on bases as confused as the one on which Wood made his comments about me. Dafydd continued to lead the posse re cannabis psychosis throughout the 1990s, he popped up everywhere, including on the BBC, most memorably on the Kane Debates and was touted as an expert. He isn’t, he is an idiot. Furthermore, while Dafydd banged on about the Serious Problem Of Cannabis Psychosis, he was flogging Class A drugs and at least one of his patients whom Dafydd had used in a TV programme as an example of a patient suffering from cannabis psychosis could be seen selling heroin and amphetamines to school kids in Bangor on a regular basis. This young man told his foster mum that he had been paid to appear in the TV documentary with Dafydd.

By the way, Cledan Mears’s predecessor, Gwilym Williams, served as Bishop of Bangor for many years, as well as the Archbishop of Wales. Gwilym Williams was someone who concealed the paedophile gang.

Why do some people develop psychosis from smoking skunk and not other people Sir Robin? Probably because there is no correlation between the two events at all, but some people met a mad old Top Doc who didn’t know his arse from his elbow and he diagnosed reefer madness. Particularly if the Top Doc in question was running a trafficking ring and he wanted to snare the young person. Who might have just spilt a bottle of patchouli oil on her jumper.

It might well be worth investigating any possible link between skunk and psychosis but please don’t let these people do it. Furthermore, if anyone wants to know why young people are still smoking ganja like there’s no tomorrow in spite of the dire warnings from Robin Murray et al, talk to those young people and you will find that their experiences with the Top Docs are as surreal as mine were 30 years ago and as a result they do not believe what these charlies are saying. One real danger from smoking cannabis is from the tobacco which is also in the joints and Murray et al would do far more good if they educated people about that. Inhaling the smoke of anything is not a good idea which is why I’m glad that I have never been a tobacco smoker and was ever only a light cannabis smoker. The excesses of Wood et al achieved nothing but upset.

Murray was knighted in the 2011 New Year Honours for his services to medicine.

I knew Robin Murray’s name, but I never noticed his presence in the lay press until about ten years ago. Suddenly Robin and his grave warnings re reefer madness were everywhere. It happened very shortly after Brown and I published our first academic article about my experiences in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. It was only a short article and had nothing of the horrors that I have subsequently detailed on this blog, but it was noticed. I was contacted by a mature student who had been a Denbigh patient – one of the very few survivors – who asked me if I knew what a stir I had caused when people realised that I could remember what I’d witnessed in Denbigh. It was then that I noticed the collective crapping themselves of the many welfare professionals still cluttering up the place in north Wales who had worked in Denbigh and denied the abuses which were rampant there and the ‘historians of medicine’ who had written the history of Denbigh but seemed to have forgotten a few crucial facts…

Well suckers, I never used to talk about Denbigh much, not because of ‘the stigma’ but rather because I was busy with other research interests and I knew that most people from Denbigh were dead anyway, that you lot would never tell the truth and that the police were refusing to investigate because the whole damn lot of you were involved. It was your disgusting vendetta against me and anyone who supported me which reached boiling point after I published that article that prompted me to decide that one day I’d expose the lot of you.

In Dec 2017 an interview with Sir Robin Murray was published on the ‘Mad In America’ website. ‘Mad In America’ is a collective of Top Docs who are rightly concerned with practices in psychiatry and the patient harm resulting. Phil Thomas is a leading light in ‘Mad In America’. Phil Thomas worked at the Hergest Unit in the mid-1990s. Phil was there among Dafydd, among the paedophiles’ friends and among Professor Mark Williams’s research fraud which was Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Phil wasn’t abusive like his colleagues, but he knew what they were doing and he subsequently left the region. I can’t blame him but Phil didn’t blow any whistles, he just left us all with the people traffickers.

Phil drummed up much good PR for his work with ‘hearing voices groups’. This was an approach which did not involve drugging people who experienced auditory hallucinations, but rather encouraged them to embrace their voices and tolerate them. It did work for some people and was far better than dosing them up, but for other people it was hopeless and they remained acutely distressed by voices for example hurling abuse at them. When Phil Thomas worked at the Hergest Unit, the TV cameras arrived – if they weren’t already in situ filming Mark Williams’s Mindfulness miracle or David Healy causing a rumpus by exposing the dodgy use of ‘clinical trials’ by drug companies – on a regular basis and Phil was constructed as yet another global leader based at the Hergest Unit. Phil struck up a partnership with the Dutch psychiatrist Professor Marius Romme, who pioneered Hearing Voices Groups. Marius arrived in Bangor and was filmed being greeted by Phil Thomas on Bangor station at the beginning of a TV programme which explained the miracles that Marius and Phil would be performing.

At the time patients were being found dead regularly and others were being imprisoned after staff had perjured themselves. There were concerns raised in the media that a VIP paedophile ring was in operation in north Wales which was being concealed at the highest levels of Gov’t. The people running that ring were staffing the mental health services which were being featured as ‘the best in Europe’ by the same media outlets discussing the VIP paedophile ring. But ooh it was so hard to find evidence of that paedophile ring, ooh paedos are clever you know, there were no signs at all..

Just the corpses turning up all over north Wales, the patients hanging themselves, jumping off the Menai Bridge, dying of overdoses, the police charging into the Hergest Unit tasering patients, patients up in the magistrates courts charged with ridiculous offences but going to prison nonetheless…

Here’s Mark (below), living in the moment. It was quite nice for Mark to live in the moment, Mark’s moments consisted of eating buffets provided by drug companies at the ‘seminars’ held in the Hergest Unit or being filmed meditating. The rest of us had moments of being wrongfully arrested, sitting in cells and being threatened by the police when we tried to report assaults on us.

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I have no idea whether Marius Romme knew exactly how patients had been abused in north Wales and were often still abused. Neither do I know who else was behind the well-publicised partnership of radicals which received so much PR from the media. Marius Romme was from 1974 to 1999 Professor of Social Psychiatry at the Medical Faculty of the University of Maastricht, as well as consultant psychiatrist at the Community Mental Health Centre in Maastricht. Romme is now visiting Professor at the Mental Health Policy Centre, Birmingham City University in Birmingham. He is also credited with developing Experience Focussed Counselling together with Dr Sandra Escher and Joachim Schnackenberg.

I have discussed previously how when Phil Thomas worked at the Hergest Unit there was masses of hype regarding how the mental health services in north west Wales were the best in Europe and how every Friday a drug company would turn up with food and wine to ‘sponsor’ the ‘research seminars’ being attended by the colleagues of the paedophile gang. Because that was what was happening. Phil Thomas and David Healy were not involved with that trafficking gang themselves, but they would dutifully stand in front of the paedophiles’ colleagues and give presentations about their research to them. This was such a farce that I used to protest at those seminars, it was laughable, Dafydd would be sitting there with a plate of nibbles balanced on his knee and these utter abusive fuckwits would pretend to be learning all about ground-breaking research. No-one but me would point to the King’s New Clothes. Then the police would be called and the colleagues of the paedophile gang would demand that the police throw me out or if possible arrest me.

While those dangerous failing traffickers were presiding over a genocide at the same time as being promoted in the media as global leaders in cutting edge patient-friendly research and treatment, Virginia Bottomley was Health Secretary (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). She knew exactly what was happening in north Wales. Not only that, but somebody was co-ordinating this frantic reconstruction of the image of health and social care in north Wales, while knowing damn well that those who had run the trafficking ring were still employed. It was at this time that Richard Tranter arrived disguised as a Nice Young Doctor from Oxford. Tranter turned out to be as lethal and dishonest as his colleagues, but very much more socially skilled. As the net closed in a few years ago and talk began of re-opening the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, Tranter emigrated to New Zealand.

In 1995, Bangor University acquired a new VC, Professor Roy Evans, who had previously worked in a senior position at Cardiff University, after the well-disguised paedophiles’ friend Prof Eric Sunderland decided to retire, despite being not very old, in excellent health and continuing his relationship with the University for another 20 years. Roy Evans managed the University in such a way that those who facilitated the sex abuse gang benefited. The School of Nursing began offering degrees and pompousing as never before, yet the ‘lecturers’ in that School were nothing more than Angels who had previously abused patients in the local hospitals. Local Angels told me that it was the worst Angels who headed for jobs in the School of Nursing – now known as the School of Healthcare Sciences – which was probably why there was such a problem with bullying in that School. Meri Huws, a former social worker who was a colleague of the paedophile gang, was appointed Head of the Dept of Lifelong Learning and that Dept fell apart within a few years, amidst complaints and litigation from staff. Roy Evans retired just before I began my PhD and senior staff were all heaving sighs of relief that he had gone. It was many years before a retired member of staff explained to me that Roy was a disaster because he colluded with all the old masters of the trafficking gang. See post ‘Heart Of Darkness’ for further details of the shenanigans involving Eric Sunderland and Roy Evans.

Carlo was Chancellor of Bangor University when Roy Evans was appointed and while Evans did his best to destroy the University.

Meanwhile down in Somerset, some people were becoming very wealthy indeed.

 

Just after I had finished my PhD, I contacted Phil Thomas regarding something that he’d published. He was ever so nice and friendly and we exchanged e mails, drafts of publications and then had a phone conversation. I didn’t realise that although I’d told Phil that I remembered him from the Hergest Unit, Phil had presumed that I was a former member of staff. Well Empowered Service Users don’t write PhDs on Bourdieu do they, not even with ‘Mad In America’ liberating us all. When I finally spoke to Phil on the phone, he cheerily asked me if I was the clin psych from Swansea who frequented the Hergest Unit. I said no, I’m me – and explained who I was, the patient who remembered him. There was a deathly silence and Phil asked ‘were you one of Tony Francis’s patients?’ And I said ‘yes, it’s me, I was the one who held the protests against Dafydd Alun Jones being allowed into that unit.’ Phil paused and said ‘Well I think that was the sanest thing that anyone ever did in that Unit’. He then rang off. I never spoke to Phil again, but I did receive an e mail saying that he thought that it was probably best that we didn’t work on anything together, but gosh I had done well for myself getting that PhD.

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They must have had their heads in their hands in despair. ‘Oh God, oh please no, she’s got a PhD, Brown’s now a Professor, they’re writing letters to the broadsheets, she’s been in ‘The Guardian’, She Knows Cos She Was There…KILL THEM, IT’S THE ONLY SOLUTION…’

 

Geoffrey Pimm wasn’t the only person who helped Edward du Cann make that miraculous comeback from bankruptcy and public disgrace in 1993 so quickly.

Du Cann didn’t have to pay all the tax that he owed the Inland Revenue because someone had agreed to du Cann’s bankruptcy petition and 13 days later Geoffrey Pimm had thus helpfully automatically dismissed the matter of income tax owing, just days before du Cann’s solicitors applied to have the bankruptcy order lifted.

One thing that people owed money by businesses in trouble don’t really want to happen is to see the folk who owe them money go bankrupt, because they probably won’t get the money that is owed to them if they do. Yet readers might remember from my post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’ that it was the solicitors who had ‘previously acted’ for du Cann who petitioned for his bankruptcy, claiming that du Cann hadn’t paid their bill. Those solicitors were Denton, Hall, Burgin & Warrens.

Denton, Hall, Burgin & Warrens are listed as having been Incorporated in Jan 1992 and were established as a ‘non-trading company’. The company is now listed as having been dissolved. The Directors were named as ‘Gray’s Inn Secretaries Ltd’ – they were the ‘Company Secretary appointed 9 Jan 1993’;  DWS Directors Ltd – they were the ‘Director appointed 9 Jan 1993’; and Dentons Managers UKMEA Ltd – they were the ‘Director appointed 9 Jan 1993’.

Although the company is listed as being dissolved, a very successful company which is clearly a descendant of Denton, Hall, Burgin & Warrens still exists. The website Dentons.com provides a timeline displaying the numerous different partnerships, variations, additions etc that the company has undergone from its origins as Warrens in 1742. A perusal of the timeline confirms that Dentons.com has at various times, involved Dentons, Hall, Burgin and Warrens.

Dentons is described on Linked In thus: ‘Dentons is a global law firm driven to provide you with the competitive edge in an increasingly complex and interconnected marketplace. We were formed by the March 2013 combination of international law firm Salans LLP, Canadian law firm Fraser Milner Casgrain LLP (FMC) and international law firm SNR Denton’.

According to the company’s wiki entry, ‘Denton Wilde Sapte LLP’ (informally Dentons) was an international law firm headquartered in London, UK. It merged with the United States-based law firm Sonnenschein Nath & Rosenthal in September 2010, forming SNR Denton. At the time of the merger, Denton Wilde Sapte had 16 offices and employed around 610 lawyers.

I don’t know enough about company law to know exactly what this firm of solicitors did when they briefly invented themselves as Denton, Hall, Burgin & Warrens, but whatever it was, it seemed to have been done for no other reason than to ensure that Edward du Cann did not have to pay the massive amount that he owed to the Inland Revenue.

 

Earlier this week the National Archives released a batch of Gov’t papers under the 30 year rule. Among the revelations were that Thatcher’s Gov’t drew up a secret blacklist of its own civil servants thought to be ‘subversives’ in order to keep them under observation and block their promotion. Whitehall departments worked with MI5 to identify 1,420 civil servants to be closely watched and, where possible, kept away from computers and revenue collection roles. The majority, 733 people, were identified as Trotskyists and a further 607 as communists. Forty-five were said to be fascists and 35 Welsh or Scottish nationalists, ‘black or Asian racial extremists’ or anarchists. MI5 also compiled lists of suspect local councillors and active trade unionists deemed to be of similar concern.

Because central Gov’t did not directly employ health workers, it was unable to compile a list of ‘subversives’ in the NHS ‘without alerting those concerned, with a high risk of public exposure of our investigation’. The Gov’t overcame similar problems in the surveillance of teachers by arranging for school inspectors to report directly to MI5.

The school inspectors in north Wales were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles.

The Cabinet Office told ‘The Guardian’ that it regarded all this as an historical matter. After initially refusing to confirm or deny whether such blacklist operations still existed, a spokesperson later said: ‘The inter-departmental group on Subversion in Public Life (SPL) is no longer in operation and there is no other unit conducting similar work.’

Somehow I find it hard to believe that Thatch was sufficiently concerned by the plight of benefit claimants to have been fired up into action in terms of asking MI5 to start vetting everybody in public life.

Sir Kenneth Stowe, the Permanent Secretary at the Department of Health, alerted the Cabinet Secretary, Sir Robert Armstrong, that three key organisers of the strike appeared to be members of the Trotskyist Militant Tendancy movement. Armstrong and other senior civil servants then decided to revive the SPL, a 1970s Whitehall body.

Kenneth Stowe’s background and rise to power was detailed in my post ‘Additional Security Measures’. Stowe spent virtually his entire civil service career in Health/DHSS until in 1973 he joined the Cabinet Office under Heath. In 1975 Cabinet Secretary and paedophiles’ friend John – later Lord – Hunt proposed that Stowe should replace Harold Wilson’s Principal Private Secretary, who was leaving. It was considered an unusual appointment due to Stowe’s lack of Treasury experience. Stowe was Principal Private Secretary to Wilson, Callaghan and for a very short while Thatch. Stowe then served as Permanent Secretary in the N Ireland Office until 1981, when he was appointed Permanent Secretary at the DHSS, helping Norman Fowler conceal the mountain of abuse and crime in the NHS/social services.

Stowe had all the shit on the paedophiles and their friends going back decades.

Previous posts have mentioned the key role that the Athenaeum played in the lives of the paedophiles’ friends. The Athenaeum is the club favoured by Top Doctors and there was outrage after Savile’s death when it was revealed that he had been appointed to the management team of Broadmoor Hospital as a result of some cosy chats over a few meals at the Athenaeum, attended by mandarins and Health Ministers (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

The Athenaeum was obviously the place to be seen.  When Stowe was Callaghan’s PPS, Callaghan was invited to join the Athenauem. He then took Stowe for a nosh there. Jimmy Savile became a member of the Athenaeum after being introduced by Cardinal Basil Hume. The other members were horrified, but by club rules, Basil Hume would have been obliged to resign if Savile had been rejected, so the idiots went ahead and accepted him. Interestingly enough Basil introduced Savile to the Athenaeum in 1984, as the voices of Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and I would not be silenced regarding the paedophiles of north Wales.

Cardinal Basil Hume’s sister Madeleine was married to John Hunt, the Cabinet Secretary. Hume’s father was Top Doctor, Professor of Medicine at Durham University and physician at the Royal Victoria Hospital, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Sir William Errington Hume. Sir William died in 1960, but the paedophile ring in the north east directly linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales was established by then. Newcastle University, along with Durham University, hosted scores of Top Docs and others who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al, some of whom subsequently relocated to work in north Wales (see posts ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’ and ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Lord John Walton was Mr Big of Medicine and Mr Big of Newcastle and spent years protecting Dafydd (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Professor Eric Sunderland who was appointed Principal of UCNW just when the paedophiles’ friends desperately needed assistance had spent his career at Durham University.

Basil Hume has been accused of concealing child abuse at Ampleforth and of ignoring it in the wider Catholic Church. Helpful readers are sending me information about Cherie and Tony’s Catholic connections, but I haven’t had time to read it all yet…

Blair’s political stronghold was/is in the north east. His own constituency was located there, as were the constituencies of many of his loyalists, including dear old Mo Mowlam, N Ireland’s sweetheart. Who knew about that paedophile ring in the north east for years.

Stowe will have been someone who not only knew of the practices of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but ensured that Dafydd et al remained completely protected. Stowe was of such value to Lord John Hunt and successive PMs precisely because of this knowledge.

Stowe was Chair of the Institute of Cancer Research at the Royal Marsden, 1987-97. Stowe was Chair when the Royal Marsden was involved in the 1990 Bristol Cancer Help Centre scandal, which resulted from a research fraud with which one of Tony Francis’s former colleagues was involved. The scandal resulted in the (presumed) suicide of Prof Tim McElwain. See posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

 

Sir – later Lord – Robert Armstrong has been a loyal paedophiles’ friend throughout his long career. Robert Armstrong was Principal Private Secretary to Ted Heath, 1970-75. Between 1979-87 he was Cabinet Secretary under Margaret Thatcher. He was elevated to the peerage in 1988 and sits as a cross-bencher. It was Robert Armstrong who, in 1986, coined the phrase ‘economical with the truth’ when he was giving evidence in the Spycatcher trial.

Armstrong admitted that he knew about the paedophilia of Sir Peter Hayman, the British diplomat who was a member of PIE. Armstrong stated: ‘I was aware of it at the time but I was not concerned with the personal aspect of it’. It was Armstrong who gave Thatcher a veiled warning not to give Jimmy Savile a knighthood because of the allegations of child sexual abuse swirling around him – advice that Thatcher ignored. It July 2015, the Mail Online reported that in 1986, the then head of MI5 Sir Antony Duff wrote to Armstrong and told him that an MP had a ‘penchant for small boys’. Armstrong’s response was that ‘at the present stage…the risks of political embarrassment to the Government is rather greater than the security danger’. It is believed that the MP referred to by Sir Antony was Sir Peter Morrison.

Armstrong was Chancellor of the University of Hull, 1994-2006 and until 2013, the Chairman of the Sir Edward Heath Charitable Fund. For more information on Armstrong, see post ‘Lord Robert Armstrong’.

 

The miners’ strike had been continuing for nine months by the time that Thatch demanded that the civil service was trawled for subversives and Ministers and officials were increasingly anxious that industrial unrest could threaten the stability of the Gov’t. I will be blogging about the miners’ strike and the movements of those behind the scenes soon, I’ve just got a stack of relevant material that I want to read first.

At a meeting with the Head of MI5, Sir John Jones and two senior MI5 officers, Royd Barker and Stella Rimington – who went on to lead the organisation – Armstrong was told that the agency was ‘very ready’ to assist.

The SPL was quickly established, with representatives from MI5, Scotland Yard’s Special Branch and each of the major Gov’t departments. It had four staff members – including Barker and Rimington – and produced annual reports. A group of civil service Permanent Secretaries, known as the subversion (home) committee, was also established to oversee the SPL. It defined subversion as ‘activities which threaten the wellbeing of the state and are intended to undermine or overthrow Parliamentary democracy by political, industrial or violent means’. By matching staff records against MI5 files, the SPL came to the conclusion that there were 1,420 ‘subversives’ in the civil service, including 52 in Customs and Excise, 169 at the Inland Revenue and 111 at the Ministry of Defence, many of them at the Royal Naval dockyards at Rosyth. The largest number, however, 360, were said to be at the Department of Health.

The SPL was clearly most concerned with members of Militant Tendency, reporting that it was ‘the largest and most threatening Trotskyist group in Britain’ and that its membership had quadrupled over six years to 6,300. The SPL also reported in 1985 that 284 members of Militant were civil servants. Three years later, the figure had grown to around 450.

Senior civil servants were informed that they should consult MI5 before moving ‘subversives’ to any new post. ‘It would need to be a covert process, because any systematic barring of known subversives from certain work would be contentious,’ they were told.

Armstrong recorded that he was most concerned about computer operators, revenue collectors and people who had contact with the public.

The need for the utmost secrecy is stressed repeatedly throughout the files that have been made available. One SPL Chair, John Chilcot, wrote in June 1988: ‘It is right on balance to continue with this exercise, despite its acute sensitivity and the high risk of embarrassment in the event of any leak.’

The papers also show that MI5 mounted an operation to identify ‘subversives’ teaching at eight schools in inner London. The Office for Standards in Education said school inspectors had not reported directly to MI5 since it took over the work of HM Inspectors in 1992.

Some pages within the files passed to the National Archives have been withheld by the Cabinet Office under the section of the Public Records Acts that covers national security concerns.

The files show that Thatcher was not shown the annual SPL reports. She and her Home Secretaries, Leon Brittan and Douglas Hurd, were shown SPL’s recommendations and the appendices that detailed the number of ‘subversives’ within each department.

Thatcher informed Armstrong in Dec 1985 that she believed managers should be ‘very ready to sack subversive troublemakers if they showed any cause under the civil service rules’. She was also ‘somewhat disquieted’ to learn that there were a handful of ‘subversives’ above the rank of higher executive officer.

Rimington went on to become MI5’s Director General. In her 2001 memoir, ‘Open Secret’, Rimington describes how she was appointed as Assistant Director of one of the agency’s counter-subversion sections in 1983. ‘We worked to the principle that the activities of organisations or individuals with subversive intent was of concern to us; the right to set up and join pressure groups and to protest was not. We gave a great deal of careful thought to this distinction, and to establishing what we should and should not investigate and report on. I believe we got it right, though it would be foolish to claim that no mistake was ever made,’ she writes.

Stella, while you and Thatch obsessed over ‘subversives’ who might be supporters of Militant, a vicious gang of sex traffickers targeted me. Because I and then Brown dared complain about them, you came after us – because we were ‘subversives’. We were so subversive that Brown’s dad was a senior Army Officer who spent his time supping with Chief Constables and attending garden parties at Buck House and my whole family were paid up Tories, a number of whom had actively campaigned for the Tory Party. My grandfather was offered a knighthood for ‘services to politics’ because he worked so hard for the Tory Party, but being grandpa he turned it down and stated that he did what he did because he believed in it, rather than because he wanted an honour. Oh is that why you tried to murder his granddaughter? Pissed off that he wasn’t one of the new trashy Tories who said anything that was convenient and who’s party bosses paid good money to Saatchi and Saatchi to tell lies to voters?

TOM KING: grandpa – and my father actually – were firmly of the opinion that you were in this category. Looks like he was right.

This lot just lost it, they went completely mad. Nearly all of us who were targeted because of my encounters with Dafydd and the gang were from Tory families who had grown up among the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts of the shires. None of us were even members of Militant. One of us knew someone involved with Class War and everyone considered the man from Class War a tosser. Some of us did become involved with leftist groups eventually, but don’t worry Stella, we parted company with them when we found out that they too were ignoring the serious abuse of vulnerable people because of the left’s determination to show ‘support’ for the NHS.

Many of the events that I have described on this blog happened when Stella was busy employing the services of SPL group. Some of the mad or simply unpleasant people whom we encountered who caused us so much grief, who stole from us, who told people that I was ‘dangerous’ and told Brown’s students and colleagues that he was a ‘paedophile’ were employed by MI5 or Special Branch. I am aware of counter-espionage and that there was a battle going on between different factions of the security services, but I remember what happened to me Stella. I was left to die after a serious illness, my friend was killed and then I and every other witness was hounded out of job after job after job. If you did have anyone trying to help us, they were spectacularly ineffective. They were however highly effective in helping Dafydd and the paedophiles.

In the wake of the revelations regarding the depths of madness to which Thatch and her Home Secretaries sunk, it was gobsmacking to read that the think tank Policy Exchange is suggesting that ‘life imprisonment’ should be introduced for ‘enemies of the state’ who commit ‘treason’; the last person convicted of treason was of course William Joyce aka Law Haw-Haw. Now if ‘treason’ was to be interpreted as a gang of NHS and social care professionals running a sex trafficking ring and politicians colluding, perhaps there might be a reason for waxing lyrical about treason. But treason won’t be interpreted as that will it. Treason will be ‘gaining substantial evidence that Dafydd is running a paedophile gang, one of the members being linked to the Royal Family’ or ‘wearing one of those Spartist little black caps that Jeremy Corbyn used to wear’. I’m tempted to suggest that treason could just be defined as voting Labour, but voting for the Windbag, or Blair or the drip Ed would still be a vote for the paedophiles. As is a vote for Plaid, for the Lib Dems or indeed anyone else. Because we mustn’t upset the Top Docs. Brown and I spilt their pints when we were 20 and look what is still happening now that we’re 55.

There is a long and glorious history of prioritising sex offenders over Brown and I. I have explained how the paedophiles’ friends were paying people in Somerset to keep quiet about what was happening to us and also to smear us. I also mentioned that when we were in the sixth form, the man who drove the sixth formers to Bridgwater College had served a prison sentence for abusing children and denounced Brown and I as ‘really strange’. The bus driver is dead now, so I’m happy to name him as Mick Parkin. Years after Mick Parkin came out of prison, his long suffering wife finally left him, because, she told people, of Mick’s ‘carrying ons with children’. Who, at that very time was scuttling around Somerset telling people how Mick thought that Brown and I were really strange? Only the one girl in the village who a few years later became a police officer. She was a neighbour of Mick’s and he was fine by her. This particular girl also covered herself in glory when we were 14 and an older girl at school became pregnant. WPC Young or whatever her fucking title later was gloried in telling the other kids that the girl who’d become pregnant ‘hadn’t been brought up properly’. There was a happy ending though, the baby was born with spina bifida and died. The bereaved teenager was told by everyone that it was one problem out of the way.
Then there was the other sex offender in a neighbouring village, a young man who did gardening and window cleaning. Concern was expressed by some regarding his habit of exposing himself but nothing really was said about it. One night he broke into a disabled woman’s home and sexually assaulted her. There was no action taken against him.
In your constituency Lord King! While you were an MP and the Cabinet of which you were part were in hot pursuit of Brown and me.
More recently I heard that one of the girls with whom I had been at school was now working as a prison officer and was guarding a celebrity prisoner – Gary Glitter, who did of course have a house at Wedmore in Somerset. Everybody maxed out on their disgust of Gary Glitter. Including the prison officer, whom I remember when she was in her late teens was a close friend of a very predatory bunch of young men who were sexually exploiting underaged girls…
There is a great deal of hypocrisy and confusion saturating the whole field of sexually exploitative behaviour and those frothing at the mouth about paedophiles and perverts or bellyaching on about ‘safeguarding’ seem to be so often rather close to abusers themselves…
A bit more regarding the benefits that were enjoyed by one of the Somerset contingent when he was receiving a great deal of money from paedophiles’ friends in high places, holidays to Japan, guest appearances on TV etc as described in my post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’. He also found himself taken to a Pro Celebrity Golf Tournament! Among the stars with whom he mingled were that twattish actor off East Enders who played the car dealer, Frank Butcher and a young Tiger Woods!
The actor who played Frank Butcher was a real-life friend of Barbara Windsor.
Who starred in ‘Carry On Doctor’.
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‘Young chickens may be soft and tender but the older birds have more on them”

“Yes.  And take a lot more stuffing”

Ooh matron…

I have been sent two interesting news stories from the past which I somehow missed.

In Oct 2016 the Rev Mark Carey, the son of George Carey, the former Archbishop of Canterbury, was arrested over an allegation that in the 1980s he sexually abused a child. The Rev Carey was suspended by the Diocese of Leeds after a complaint was filed with Durham Constabulary. In April 2017 the Rev Mark Carey was cleared.

The Rev Mark Carey may have indeed been completely innocent, he may have been subjected to a thorough and fair investigation and might have been subsequently rightly cleared. However his dad George hasn’t really done Mark’s reputation any favours now that it had been revealed that George undoubtedly concealed the sex offences of Bishop Peter Ball for years.

 

In June 2005 Wales Online reported on a huge row at Swansea NHS Trust involving a paediatric neurosurgeon, Tim Buxton. It was stated that Tim Buxton, who had been suspended on full pay for two years, had now been dismissed by the Trust after ‘an irretrievable breakdown in relationships’ with his colleagues. Tim Buxton’s defenders claimed that he was ‘an internationally renowned consultant who was dismissed as a consequence of a bitter campaign to retain paediatric neurosurgery at Morriston Hospital’, after it had been decided that the Morriston should only offer an emergency service and that inpatient paediatric neurosurgery in south Wales should be carried out at Cardiff.

Dr Dai Lloyd, a GP and the Plaid AM for South Wales West, was defending Tim Buxton and was quoted as saying that the only reason why Tim had been sacked was that ‘he’d stood up for the future of his own unit and this is pay back time’.

It was admitted in the news report that although Tim Buxton himself had been suspended after complaints made in 2003 – the nature of the complaints and who made them was not given – his unit at Swansea was in serious difficulty. The NHS had issued a statement referring to communication problems, problems in relationships between staff and stating that ‘new leadership’ was probably needed. I am very familiar with NHS-speak and the comments provided regarding that unit could only have meant that it was in a dreadful state with consultants at each others throats and trying to blow each other out of the water while patients were caught in the cross-fire. Patients will have been in danger as well, but no-one ever dares mention that as they bollock on about ‘communication’ and ‘leadership’.

Buxton himself was clearly livid that he was being questioned and he talked about the need to bring in mediators to ‘mend relationships in difficulty’.

Things at Swansea were obviously as bad as they could be. People in the NHS only begin to talk about bringing in mediators when the staff are behaving so badly that the situation has become frankly so embarrassing that it cannot be concealed or excused. Neither does the mediation work, because by then things are unresolveable. Mediators are also called in when something so serious has happened that there is potential for litigation regarding matters that it would attract headlines. Any other organisation would have sacked those involved years before, but no, the NHS will bring in mediators after years of ignoring an ever-worsening mess which has usually resulted in at least a few patient deaths.

In 2003 my lawyers had the NW Wales NHS Trust bang to rights. We demonstrated that I had been assaulted by staff and injured, refused access to the police to report the assault, subsequently refused treatment unlawfully, harassed in public by NHS staff and that members of the public who had witnessed some of these events had been insulted and threatened by NHS staff. It was known by then that the Hergest Unit was in meltdown, the suicide rate was one of the highest in the UK and some GPs were refusing to refer patients there because they were of the opinion that it was dangerous.

So the NW Wales Trust told my solicitor that they’d organise ‘mediation’. I felt like rolling my eyes at this after all that I had been through, but my solicitor said no, you’ve got to give them a chance. The Trust called in mediators and footed the bill. The staff who had assaulted and injured me refused to attend the mediation. Every member of staff but one who had been involved in the failure to investigate my complaint or ensure that I had access to treatment refused to sit in the same room as me. So I sat in a room with my lawyer and the mediators, while people who had lied about me to the police and unlawfully refused me treatment sat in another room and sent messages through. One member of staff did agree to sit in the room with me, Dr Tony Roberts, the ‘clinical director’ of the Hergest Unit, who had been responsible for ordering every other Top Doctor in north Wales not to treat me. I asked Tony Roberts ONE question – not rudely, no swearing, just one question regarding his orchestrating of the complete withdrawal of NHS treatment for me. He snapped ‘I’m not going to listen to this’ and walked out of the room. He had been in the room for approximately three minutes. The hospital solicitor Patricia Gaskell ran out of the room after Roberts and begged him to return. Roberts walked away. The mediators subsequently wrote to the Trust and told them that the situation was unmediable.

Keith Thomson, Chief Exec of the NW Wales NHS Trust, subsequently wrote to my solicitor stating that the mediation had broken down because of ‘your client’s behaviour’. That was the end of the matter as far as Thomson was concerned and I continued to be refused treatment unlawfully.

Tony Roberts at the time had the highest suicide rate among his female patients across the whole of England and Wales except for Top Docs in Camden. Other Hergest patients as well as I had written to the Secretary of State for Wales such was our despair at the ‘service’. Keith Thomson declared us to be ‘attention seekers’.

Patients continued to die at the Hergest Unit. Some three years ago it was made public that a ‘secret report’ had been written about the Hergest Unit confirming that problems there were terrible and that patient safety was compromised. The Betsi had concealed the report. The author of the report was an ‘independent consultant’, Robin Holden. Robin Holden recommended ‘sensitive mediation’ between staff .

Robin Holden was previously an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Following that, Robin Holden was the manager of the Hergest Unit, where he refused to investigate serious complaints, lied to patients and colluded with the forging of documents (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’). Holden had managed the Hergest Unit just before I was assaulted and injured by staff there.

Is there any other organisation on the planet which would recommend ‘mediation’ after violent criminals had spent years assaulting and injuring people, committing perjury and conspiring to pervert the course of justice when a lawyer had finally gathered enough evidence to put them on trial?

I have no idea whether Tim Buxton and his colleagues were guilty of anything like the sort of misconduct that I witnessed at the Hergest Unit. I did consider that Tim just might have been a whistleblower, that is usually the only circumstances in which a consultant is sacked. It was mentioned by Wales Online that the NHS had searched for other positions for Tim Buxton across Wales and England ‘without success’. So no-one wanted to employ Tim. If Tim was a whistleblower, that is precisely what would happen.

There is one factor however that causes me to suspect that Tim was not a whistleblower and had not been dismissed simply for defending his unit. That is that Tim was being supported by the BMA, who had stated that if Tim’s forthcoming appeal against dismissal – which was being conducted through the BMA – was unsuccessful, the BMA ‘would not hesitate to launch a legal challenge on Tim Buxton’s behalf’. The BMA had stated that there ‘is no doubt that he has suffered’.

Who from the BMA was making the statements and representing Tim Buxton? One Tony Chadwick, the Deputy Welsh Secretary of the BMA. Tony Chadwick is also known as AH Chadwick and he has been supporting suffering Top Doctors for many years. Tony Chadwick’s name is all over my documents. For years during the late 1980s and early 1990s, Tony Chadwick was advising Tony Francis and the other ‘BMA psychiatrists’ in north Wales regarding me. Chadwick was cc’d into letters discussing how I could be held responsible for offences for which there was no evidence that I had ever committed and how this could be used as a basis for transferring me without trial to a secure hospital. Chadwick knew that I had complained about being illegally imprisoned one two occasions and he knew that I had detailed the most serious abuses of patients and associated crime on the part of the ‘BMA psychiatrists’. He was fully aware that none of the complaints had been investigated. Chadwick offered his full support to Francis and the ‘BMA psychiatrists’ and was popping up to Bangor to meet them. Chadwick agreed that I was a problem who had to be dealt with and he was most concerned about the way in which Francis and others were suffering at my hands. See previous posts for details.

So Tony Chadwick’s robust defence of Tim Buxton does not mean that Tim has behaved perfectly. Tim could be running a paedophile gang and Tony Chadwick would still do all he could to help him and criminalise any patient who complained.

Tony Chadwick has disappeared from the internet since I began this blog.

Tony Chadwick and the BMA came up trumps for Mr Buxton though. In Feb 2009, Wales Online reported that Abertawe Bro Morgannwg University NHS Trust, the successor to Swansea NHS Trust, had been ordered to repay Buxton £500k after a High Court hearing. The case had not finished and it was estimated that the Trust would end up paying Buxton nearly £1 million. Buxton seemed to have won his case on a technicality, the Trust having used the ‘wrong procedures’ for dismissing him. Not that the wrong procedures which were used had involved people shoving custard pies in Tim’s face and de-bagging him, there had just been a very minor breach of protocol which the BMA lawyers had managed to find after four years of intensive scrutiny. And no doubt if necessary they’d have forged a few documents.

There’s another reason why the BMA would have been able to get Abertawe Bro Morgannwg University NHS Trust to fees up and cough up for dear old Tim. The BMA knew about Tony Francis and his wrongdoing, after all Tony Chadwick had helped them all out years previously. That would have been a powerful factor in 2009. Because by then, the NHS in north Wales was in meltdown, there had been a constant stream of deaths at the Hergest Unit and the mistreatment of one Sally Baker had become so high profile that it could not be ignored any longer.

The Health Secretary in Feb 2009 was Edwina Hart. She had tried to take on the paedophiles’ friends but had been reminded of how much shit they had on her from her previous activities as Chair of the Wales TUC. Edwina’s husband Bob was also Chair of Wales TUC. In that capacity they had both concealed the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends. It was the BMA who were leading the ‘Edwina out’ campaign. Edwina had received enough evidence from me to begin a police investigation into the conduct of the Chair and the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust. She did not follow up my complaints after the CEO and Chair just ignored her requests to ‘investigate and resolve the situation’. Edwina knew that I had been refused all NHS treatment for any condition and had been repeatedly wrongfully arrested on the orders of the Chair and CEO of the Trust. Neither of them ever faced any action. Edwina hated them but they all had so much shit on each other that they were paralysed. Edwina was the AM for the Gower, near Swansea. At the time that Buxton hit the jackpot, Edwina was leading a Brave Campaign to retain NHS services, including neurosurgery, at Swansea.

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After I demonstrated that I was completely unable to access NHS treatment, I asked Edwina if private provision could be made for me. She flatly refused and it was explained to me that Edwina was ideologically against any sort of private care.

Tim Buxton can be seen on the internet listed as a Top Doctor offering private care through BUPA.

No wonder Edwina ended up giving business support grants to people with whom she’d had sex when she was Minister for Business and Enterprise, could one ever imagine anyone getting themselves in such a pickle in terms of being compromised?

Wales Online reported that in Feb 2009 Tim Buxton’s rep from the BMA was by then Andrew Cross. Tony Chadwick must have been busy elsewhere fighting on behalf of people traffickers. It was explained that Buxton had been supported by his family, by politicians and his patients. Dr Richard Lewis, the Welsh Secretary for the BMA, told Wales Online that ‘it was astonishing that while patients recognise the importance of retaining the expert skills of Buxton, the Trust was blind to it’.

It is highly likely that patients did support Tim Buxton, because even if he had have been harming them, it will have been concealed. They will have all have been reassured repeatedly by everyone that Mr Buxton was an internationally renowned neurosurgeon who was doing his best. If patients died as a result of his incompetence, no-one would have been told, it would simply have been explained that the patient was seriously ill, that the operation was a difficult one and that poor old Tim was mortified to have lost a patient.

When Tony Francis fell out with his own colleagues in the late 1990s, I and other patients robustly supported him. We could see that he was being treated appallingly by the other ‘BMA psychiatrists’ and we hated them anyway because they had been so dreadful to us. None of us had any idea that Francis was just as mad and dangerous as they were, because he had better social skills than his colleagues and our medical records had been witheld from us so none of us knew what he had written on there and was trying to do to us. We had all had run-ins with Tony Francis over the years and witnessed him losing control and doing and saying some odd things. Whenever we raised concerns we were simply reassured that Tony was very sorry, he didn’t mean to upset us, he was ill, he was in pain and he was suffering from depression, so please could we understand his situation. He was ill, we knew that, so being the axe wielding maniacs that we were, we were sympathetic to Francis and gave him the benefit of the doubt. Meanwhile he was conspiring to have us framed for serious offences and banged up.

The world caught up with Tony in the end and after Operation Pallial was launched, he killed himself. His wife told everyone that it was because of me. I hadn’t seen him for years and I was actually in Scotland when I received an e mail from a friend telling me that he’d killed himself. I was in Scotland because it had become far too dangerous for me to remain in north Wales and no-one would respond to my concerns about the policeman with a gun who was threatening me and my friends or the cars that had tried to run me off the road.

OK Sadie, it was all my fault. You lot ran a sex trafficking gang, everyone was either involved or terrified, the gang got bigger and bigger and more and more powerful with politicians in their pocket and Tony finally going over the edge and killing himself was all my fault. Because I had dared complain about the gang twenty years previously.

No-one seems to know how Tony Francis killed himself. One person told me that they thought that he’d hung himself. Brown observed that if he did, he must have been in a very bad way indeed. Top Doctors don’t usually hang themselves. It is a slow and unpleasant way of dying because one is strangled to death. During the process, most people change their minds and try to get the rope off but can’t. The bodies of the deceased usually have injuries to the fingers where they have desperately grappled with the rope. Top Docs are able to prescribe themselves powerful drugs which will kill them painlessly, so I wonder why Francis didn’t do that, particularly as he was on opiates for pain relief anyway.

A number of the ‘suicides’ of the victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales were almost certainly murders. Former kids in care and mental health patients were found hanging on a regular basis, sometimes in situations which they would not have been able to have arranged themselves. There were never any questions asked, just as there were no questions asked about all those inmates of Risley Remand Centre’s hospital wing who were found hanging.

Presumably no-one suspected that Tony Francis’s death was a murder disguised as a suicide, although Tony was someone who would have had a great deal of information regarding the Mr Bigs behind the Westminster Paedophile Ring. If murder had been suspected, Sadie would have had me arrested wouldn’t she.

Thanks for not pinning that one on me Sadie! It was simply just all my fault, it wasn’t actually me who had committed the murder…

As for Tim Buxton, obviously he was happy with his jackpot, but he did explain to Wales Online that the ‘strapping financial constraints’ had been difficult and that he had been living on just one seventh of his usual income. I take Tim’s comments to be more of a reflection on how huge his ‘normal income’ is, rather than any suggestion that the BMA opened a soup kitchen to keep him alive.

As for Abertawe Bro Morgannwg University NHS Trust who had been stung by this unholy alliance between the Top Docs, the BMA and utterly shameless politicians, the Chairman of the Trust Win Griffiths stated that he was ‘disappointed’ with the High Court judgement, but that the Trust would adhere to it.

Win Griffiths is a former teacher who was the Labour MP for Bridgend, 1987-05; the MEP for South Wales, 1979-89: and a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1997-98. Win was a mate of Rhodri Morgan’s, Win knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, Win knew about George Thomas in south Wales and Win knew about Ron Davies. Win knew that patients in north Wales were being grossly abused and fitted up by NHS and social services staff. Win never uttered a word about any of it. After leaving politics, Win became Chair of WCVA – in which capacity he ignored the collusion of the Third sector with the abuse of vulnerable people – and the Chair of Abertawe Bro Morgannwg NHS Trust. So after a career of colluding with criminal and abusive Top Docs, Win was stung for the best part of £1 million quid by the BMA.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap Win…

What of Tim Buxton’s Loyal Supporter, GP Dr Dai Lloyd, the Plaid AM for South Wales West?  Back in 2005 when Tim was fuming at being sacked, Dai wanted Dr Brian Gibbons to intervene. Gibbons was then the Health Minister and was the best mate of many a paedophiles’ friend and abusive Top Doc. When I wrote to Gibbons and told him that I had documentary evidence of serious crime on the part of NHS staff in north Wales, Gibbons wrote back and told me that this correspondence was over. Presumably poor old Gibbons didn’t rush to the aid of Tim Buxton either, perhaps Gibbons was just paralysed into inaction under all circumstances.

Dai Lloyd was born in Tywyn in Gwynedd in 1956 and studied at the Welsh National School of Medicine, qualifying in 1980. Dai knows all about Dafydd and the gang as well as the people such as Prof Kenneth Rawnsley in the Welsh National School of Medicine who protected them then. Dai will also have known about the huge problems in the Welsh National School of Medicine which were concealed for years. Perhaps as a result of the University Hospital of Cardiff’s deep and meaningful relationship with the child molester George Thomas.

So Tim Buxton picked up a million quid, the BMA lawyers were paid handsomely and the spineless politicians who didn’t dare do anything but support the internationally renowned neurosurgeon who was Tim, although they all knew how much blood there was on the carpet at the Morriston Hospital, remained in their well-paid jobs. Dai continued to enjoy an income as a GP as well as an AM. Even Win Griffiths remained in his well-remunerated public positions. The public still do not know if any disability or deaths sustained during neurosurgery at the Morriston were unavoidable or the consequence of a load of mad bastards who hated each other and refused to work together.

The usual contingent won the day.

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Cottaging At Castle Gate

Previous posts have discussed Ron Davies – the former Labour MP for Caerphilly, 1983-01, Labour AM for Caerphilly, 1999-03 and Secretary of State for Wales, 1997-98 – and how Blair was just about to confirm that Ron would be First Secretary (First Minister) in the soon to be established National Assembly for Wales when Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie and had to resign as Secretary of State (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). No-one ever quite got to the bottom of what had happened between Ron and Boogie because Alastair Campbell and Blair micromanaged what was made public about the incident. A number of versions of events were in circulation, including claims that Ron had been discovered starkers, or wearing women’s clothes. It was said that Ron had been mugged – yet Boogie the alleged mugger was interviewed by the police and not charged with any offence.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography has quite a lot to say about Ron – Rhodri was a good mate of his. Rhodri claims that Boogie ‘forced’ Ron to go to a cash machine, but kept Ron’s car because Ron forgot his PIN. Rhodri claims that the Boogie business came as a complete shock to him and questioned whether Ron really was someone who would ‘strike up a conversation with a total stranger from the margins of society on the grass verge on the edge of Clapham Common and then agree to go for a meal later that night with the man and his friends’.

Although Rhodri claimed to be completely surprised regarding the Boogie incident, he makes a number of other comments which suggest that he should not have been in the least bit surprised by it.

Rhodri admits that he had heard rumours concerning Ron’s ‘other life’, including information that Ron was frequenting a Turkish bath in Newport. There was rather very much more than a vague rumour about a Turkish bath.

Rhodri tells us that Brian Radford, a journo for ‘The People’, had heard rumours that Ron had driven in a private car up the A 470 and stopped at a public bogs known as a gay meeting place. Furthermore, ‘gay Welsh Tories’ had told Neil Wooding – ‘a prominent gay Welsh Labour figure’ – that Ron was ‘cottaging at Castle Gate’. In the same way that Dafydd Wigley claimed not to know what a paedophile was whilst spending decades as the MP for a constituency in which a paedophile gang operated which was assisted by some members of Wigley’s own party – including Ioan Bowen Rees, one of Wigley’s advisors – who occupied offices just around the corner from Wigley’s constituency office (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), Rhodri explained in his memoir that he didn’t know what cottaging was when he was first told that Ron was cottaging at Castle Gate.

So how did Rhodri discover what cottaging involved? A ‘Labour activist in Wrexham’ who worked as a medical secretary in Wrexham Maelor Hospital ‘where related issues’ were dealt with, one Lesley Griffiths, enlightened Rhodri. Lesley explained to Rhodri that cottaging was a term for casual sexual encounters between ‘predatory men’ which took place in public bogs. Lesley certainly knew all about it. Accordingly to Lesley, because the police regularly patrolled the bogs which were known to be used for cottaging purposes and shone torches under the doors in order to see if they could count two pairs of feet in a cubicle rather than just one, cottaging men busy in the cubicles would ensure that one of them stood in shopping bags placed on the floor. Thus the police would only spot two feet and some bags of shopping rather than four incriminating feet.

I am certainly impressed with Lesley Griffiths’ knowledge of cottaging. I didn’t know that about the shopping bags until I read Rhodri’s book. Neither did I realise that Lesley Griffiths’ work at Wrexham Maelor involved matters relating to cottaging men – I presumed that she just typed up letters concerning abdominal surgery or some such matter. In 2007, nearly ten years after Ron resigned over his liaison with Boogie, Lesley Griffiths was elected as the AM for Wrexham.

In 2011 Griffiths was promoted to the position of Health Minister and what a bloody wet blanket she was. My post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ describes how dismal Griffiths’ performance was and how she ignored correspondence from me regarding the harassment and threats that I was receiving from the paedophiles’ friends employed in the north Wales NHS. Griffiths was in post when I had to flee north west Wales after I received a midnight visitor – who was seen off by my dog – and after cars were driven carelessly in my direction at a high speed on a number of occasions. Then there was the incident when someone who had provided a statement about the harassment of me by senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust was threatened by a policeman with a gun. A few days later I was trailed through Cricieth and beyond by the same policeman with a gun…

None of this should surprise us. Whilst Lesley was busy being ‘a Labour activist’ she was a Wrexham Councillor. The Wrexham Councillors – with the noble exception of Malcolm King – completely ignored the activities of the paedophile gang on their doorstep. The victims of that paedophile gang were being taken to local GPs and Wrexham Maelor Hospital with non-accidental injuries that were never investigated. One boy with anal injuries was told that he had ‘piles’.

Lesley – if you knew about the intricacies of cottaging and you worked in a dept in the Maelor which dealt with ‘related matters’, presumably you would have been fully aware that teenaged boys don’t tend to have piles and that piles don’t result in anal injury. Although serious sexual assault does. How was it that you knew about the shopping bags but not about the paedophile ring, whereas I – who have never worked in Wrexham Maelor dealing with cottaging-related matters – knew about the paedophile gang on your patch, but not the shopping bags?

Lesley Griffith grew up near Wrexham and has spent her whole life there. How she missed that paedophile gang or the criminal Top Doctors and social workers who have surrounded her for her entire existence I do not know.

I’m not an aficionado like Lesley, but I knew back in 1984 that cottaging was going on in Bangor and furthermore that the particular brand of cottaging happening in the notorious Garth Road public conveniences did not involve consenting adult Ron Davies’s, but rather the propositioning of boys as young as eight by older men. The problem was so bad that a lady magistrate – I can’t remember her name – spoke about it to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’. She observed that it was outrageous that this was going on and she even gave a description of ‘the man in a flashy car’ who had been seen loitering around the bogs in question. The lady magistrate was particularly critical of the police whom she maintained were wilfully ignoring what was happening.

The reason why the business of the molesters in Garth Road public toilets being allowed to go about their business unhindered caused such uproar in Bangor was that Garth Road public toilets were situated directly opposite Bangor Police Station (the Police Station in Bangor relocated more recently). The police could have just looked out of their front window if they wanted to keep an eye on Garth Road public toilets.

Considering how serious the problem was, the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ paid remarkably little attention to it – they reported the concerns of that magistrate and then never returned to the subject. But then the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an interesting choice of articles. There was a vicious paedophile ring associated with serious organised crime operating in the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor but never a word was published about it. There was bugger all coverage of the matter even when the Waterhouse Inquiry was taking place.

What the Bangor and Anglesey did publish however was articles in praise of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – particularly in 1993-95 when Dafydd had become too embarrassing even for the NHS in north Wales and there was pressure on him to retire, pressure that he was doing all that he could to resist (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). The ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ entertained the patients of the Hergest Unit by repeatedly describing Dafydd as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’. Dafydd was not even a forensic psychiatrist let alone Europe’s leading. The Mail also waxed lyrical about the excellent forward thinking North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which according to Dafydd’s interviews with the journos was ‘unique’. Which I suppose was true, mental health care was and still is near-universally appalling in the UK but as far as I know Denbigh was the only institution with a dungeon for the unlawful imprisonment of the victims of a sex trafficking gang.

When I perused my medical files I discovered that the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an even cosier relationship with Dafydd than I realised. In 1988 a friend of mine who had experienced the joys of Dafydd’s idiocy and pomposity thought that it would be entertaining if we sent a completely mad letter to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ under Dafydd’s name, repeating his expressions and his crazy ideas to see if they would publish it. Our letter was remarkably similar to the nonsense that Dafydd came out with when he addressed the Welsh Baptist Union in 1971 and told them that learning Bible verses in Welsh when one is a child can protect against a ‘serious moral collapse’ (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). We sent the letter off to the Editor but to our disappointment it was not published.

Many years later I found a photocopy of our letter in my medical files. It was attached to a compliments slip from the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ (the larger sister paper of the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’) along with a note saying ‘The attached letter was sent to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail purporting to come from Dr DA Jones. He has asked me to pass it onto you.’ The note was signed ‘Penny Bosworth, reporter’ and Penny had helpfully provided everyone with her phone number – 362747 – should any of the paedophiles’ friends wish to get in touch.

As the comedian Mrs Merton would say, ‘so Penny Bosworth, how did you become so friendly with a man who was running a sex trafficking ring?’

Someone at the Mail obviously did believe that the letter was from Dafydd because it had been prepared for publication – the photocopy showed up the marks that newspaper editors make on pieces before the edition goes off to be printed. I have no idea who on the Mail realised that the letter was too crazy to even be from Dafydd and called in Dafydd’s mate Penny Bosworth.

Our spoof letter was not the only extract from the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ that turned up in my medical records. In 1996 the mental health services manager for north west Wales, Alun Davies, in collaboration with the paedophiles’ friends at even higher levels in the NHS than him, was well on the way to closing down the day centre at the Hergest Unit. The day centre was the only bit of the mental health services in north west Wales which actually worked and was very popular with the patients. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusive and threatened to assault patients in their own homes, the Top Doctors were all mad and constantly had patients arrested for bizarre and trivial reasons, most of the best staff had left the wards as the Unit had gone further and further downhill at the hands of Alun Davies, but the day centre had a number of friendly, more competent staff and was also a place where a lot of patients who were isolated and living in poverty could meet their friends and socialise.

In true ‘service user involvement’ style, the patients were told that the day centre was ‘under review’ and that they were to be ‘consulted’ about the closure. The patients were horrified to hear of the plans to close the day centre and all voted to keep it open. Because the patients had voted the wrong way, more votes and focus groups were held and the patients were told that the day centre was very bad for them and furthermore that it was ‘old fashioned’. The patients continued to vote in favour of the day centre. Then an auditor was sent in – that was a real scream, because the auditor also came up with the wrong answer. He concluded that the day centre was providing an excellent service.

Then individual interviews were held and patients were directly asked why they insisted upon attending the day centre instead of making appointments to see the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Patients responded with comments such as ‘because one of them said that he would hit me’ but that wasn’t recorded. Instead it was recorded that patients were ‘misusing’ the NHS by visiting the day centre in order to access the coffee facilities and lunches. That was true for some patients, but what wasn’t recorded was that numerous patients were living in such poverty that they couldn’t afford sufficient food. This was because the Arfon Team and Top Doctors had not told most patients about their entitlement to disability benefits, so many patients were living at sub-benefit levels. The day centre staff knew about this, as did the occupational therapy team – but they were told that helping with benefits advice was not their remit.

It is worth noting here on what grounds the Arfon Team and Top Docs refused to help patients with benefit claims or indeed housing. People were refused help if they ‘had upset people’. I and other patients noticed that the patients who were said to have ‘upset people’ were those who had complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles. As one patient said to me more recently ‘so I upset a gang of paedophiles 20 years ago and now I can’t get the help to which I am legally entitled’.

That was the sum of it. The day centre staff had a policy of supplying biscuits and milk and coffee for the patients because they knew that many of them didn’t have those things at home and I know at least two of the occupational therapists brought in old clothes and bits and pieces from their homes in order to supply patients with basics. Patients were also having their teeth extracted when they had toothache because extractions were cheaper than fillings.

‘Oooh it’s never been this bad in the NHS, it’s Carwyn’s cuts’. No it’s not, it’s the bloody paedophile gang wreaking havoc. Retired nurses from Denbigh had yachts moored off Anglesey and second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), Dafydd was reputed to be a millionaire but the patients couldn’t afford food and toothpaste.

Then Alun Davies announced that the free bus travel which most of the patients relied upon to get to the day centre would be withdrawn. So only the four or five financially well off patients with cars and those within walking distance of the day centre could actually get there. Attendance dropped from over 200 during the week to less than 30.

Alun Davies announced that after ‘extensive consultation with the service users’ it was clear that the day centre was ‘under used’ and that it would therefore be closing. Davies then tried to sack one of the occupational therapists who had been bringing old clothes in to help the patients who couldn’t afford clothes.

Before the day centre closed its doors – the day centre was turned into offices, which is what hospitals should be used for of course – I and other patients wrote letters to newspapers, MPs etc.

In my medical records, the copies of the letters that I wrote to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ in defence of the day centre are lovingly preserved.

 

After the day centre closed down a number of patients became destitute and others were found dead. So many people died that one of my friends started referring to the National Holocaust Service. Other patients just went off the radar and disappeared.

The attack on the day centre began in about 1995. Just as the demands for an investigation into the possibility that a paedophile ring was at work in north Wales could no longer be ignored. By the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway, support – and indeed basic medical care – was being withdrawn from many mental health patients. Before Ronnie Waterhouse had completed that Report the day centre had closed and en masse destitution and deaths had begun.

After the old fashioned day centre was shut down, there was an increased investment in ‘other community services more appropriate to patients needs’. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team blossomed and there were even more of them employed to threaten patients, have them arrested and refuse to provide any services to patients who had upset people. A room above a disused pub in Caernarfon was opened on a Tuesday as a ‘community facility’ for patients in Gwynedd. The room wasn’t heated and there was no coffee provided, so a farmer’s wife from near Caernarfon – who was appalled at what was happening to patients – volunteered to go in every Tuesday and cook a communal meal.  She provided the ingredients herself. There was transport provided though – a minibus did a journey through the hill villages and picked up the few people who fancied spending a Tuesday in a freezing cold room above the disused pub.

The farmer’s wife told me that one week an old man from Penygroes who was in a very bad way was loaded onto the minibus by the driver. The old man had just put his clothes on over his pyjamas, he hadn’t eaten, washed, shaved etc for days and once he got to the room above the disused pub, he just sat there all day unmoving and also wet himself. The farmer’s wife observed that if that had been one of your relatives you’d have taken them straight to A&E. But no-one did, the minibus driver loaded the old man back onto the bus at the end of the day and took him back to Penygroes. The old man wasn’t at the disused pub the next week – he had been found dead in his house.

When I told Brown about this, Brown observed that the North West Wales NHS Trust operated on the same principle as the Nazis did when they transported people to the concentration camps – they counted the bodies onto the trains and counted them again at the other end but didn’t bother to note if anyone had died during the journey.

Alun Davies might as well have installed a gas chamber for the Hergest patients. Davies told so many bloody lies that no-one would have noticed if he had invited people to go into the showers but something other than water was coming out.

 

It was repeatedly alleged that the North Wales Police colluded with the paedophile gang operating in north Wales. The Chief Constable of North Wales, 1982-94 – David Owen  – flatly refused to co-operate with the first major investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile gang in the region. I have mentioned previously that one of the police officers who was constantly ordered by the mental health services to arrest me was Sgt Tim Evans. I was told by a third party that Sgt Evans made it clear that he thought that the whole situation was farcical and was asking why a hospital full of highly paid consultants were summoning the police on an almost daily basis to ‘deal with’ patients who had simply complained – I was one of the highest profile people in this position. At one point Sgt Evans refused to arrest me and I understand that he told the paedophiles’ friends that I had rights too and he just couldn’t arrest me when I had broken absolutely no law.

In response to Tim Evans refusing to wrongfully arrest me, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) wrote to Chief Constable David Owen and complained about Tim Evans. Francis stressed that Tim Evans and his colleagues were merely a bunch of uneducated plods but that the Top Doctors were Experts and knew how dangerous I was. Tim subsequently turned up at my place on every occasion after a ludicrous complaint was made about me to haul me off to the police station, although he did apologise for this, explaining that if he did not do it he was going to be disciplined and could be sacked.

Tim Evans undoubtedly knew what the paedophiles’ friends were up to – he had lived opposite Mary Wynch in Caernarfon for a start and he knew what had happened there (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I presume that he was one of the many police officers who knew how bad the criminality was but it was prevalent at such a high level in the North Wales Police that he was unable to challenge it.

Sgt Evans may well have been right to have been worried. In the summer of 1987 Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station stuck his neck out to protect me in the face of the grand plan of Dafydd et al to frame and imprison me for ‘trying to stab a doctor’ (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). Alun Davies bellowed at me that ‘we’ll be making a complaint about him’. A few months later Sgt Morgan was prosecuted for indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in Bangor Police Station and was sacked. That must have been the first time in the history of north Wales that the word of a 14 year old girl under arrest had been taken above that of a police officer. The indecent assault constituted Sgt Morgan putting his hand in the back pocket of the girl’s jeans whilst searching her – interestingly enough Sgt Morgan claimed to be searching for condoms.

Now Sgt Morgan may well have done what he was accused of doing. Sgt Morgan was famously obsessed with sex and did enjoy discussing it with people under arrest. However, Sgt Morgan’s ‘indecent assault’ on the girl occurred at a time when Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning people who had suffered serious sexual assault in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital. Why was Sgt Morgan held to account in a way in which no-one else was? Furthermore victims of the paedophile gang were regularly fitted up for serious offences. Interestingly enough, Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan’s trial had taken place.

Sgt Morgan seems to be in the same category as John Grant Jones, the former Clerk to the Magistrates in Bangor, who after a career at the heart of the paedophiles and their friends, was prosecuted for fiddling his pension entitlements and was sacked in 2005 and stripped of his OBE. By the time that the Dept of Constitutional Affairs sacked John Grant Jones, he had become the Justices’ Committee Chief Executive.

I remember John Grant Jones very well, he was rather nicer to the defendants in Bangor Magistrates Court than many other people were and he knew that people were being framed by Dafydd et al. Even if he did fiddle his pension, fiddling the pension really does pale into insignificance in comparison to what else was happening in the criminal justice system in north Wales. John Grant Jones was the first person to be stripped of his OBE in north Wales. All the corrupt senior police officers, NHS managers and Top Docs are still in possession of their gongs, even Elfed Roberts who decided that he was going to leave the North Wales Police when it was noticed that he seemed to be very wealthy and leading a gold-plated existence for a policeman. The Elfed whom I was told was known to be ‘corrupt’ back in the 1970s when he was still just a sergeant in Llangefni.

So who was Lord Chancellor – the person who presided over the Dept for Constitutional Affairs – when Jones Grant Jones was stuffed over yet the paedophiles’ friends were allowed to hang onto their jobs and gongs? It was Charlie Falconer.

Spit it out Charlie – what did John Grant Jones know about who that resulted in him being shot at dawn?

 

Chief Constable David Owen was President of the ACPO in 1990. He came from Gwynedd – he was the son of a police sergeant himself – but served with the Metropolitan Police, Lincolnshire Police, the Merseyside and Dorset forces before returning to North Wales.

Michael Argent succeeded David Owen as Chief Constable of North Wales. Argent didn’t refuse to investigate the organised abuse of children in north Wales, but he refused to allow another Chief Constable to oversee the investigation, although by then part of the remit was to investigate the North Wales Police themselves after allegations had been made that police officers were abusing children.

Former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea received the full support of the Police Federation throughout the years that he was accused of abusing children in care and even after he was convicted and imprisoned in 2016. Anglesea died in prison and at the time of his death was planning an appeal. The Police Federation were supporting him and there had been offers from barristers to represent Anglesea free of charge. The Police Federation turned up in force at Anglesea’s funeral to give him a good send off.

There are quite a few references in my medical records to police who were very obviously colluding with wrongdoing on the part of the paedophiles’ friends. There are of course the references to Superintendent Roberts from Bangor Police Station and the ‘deal’ that he had with Dafydd to wrongfully arrest me, unlawfully deliver me to Bryn Golau – the locked ward – at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where the nurses were instructed not to let me out by Dr Neil Davies. The nurses told Neil Davies that they were very unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’ because it was illegal, but Neil Davies explained to them that they weren’t guilty because the deal was between Superintendent Roberts and the Top Doctors – all the nurses had to do was to refuse to let me go (see post ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’).

There are a number of references to a Chief Inspector Parry of Bangor Police Station who seems to have been very accommodating with regard to the paedophiles’ friends in 1988. In 1988 I was living in Surrey and working at the University of Surrey as a member of the cancer research team led by Professor Vincent Marks, who’s brother John Marks was Chairman of the BMA at the time. The shenanigans behind the scenes – including the plagiarism of my work which was then published by Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University Medical School of whom I had never heard until the other day and the involvement of a colleague of Dr Tony Francis’s in a scandal which resulted in a member of a related cancer research team being found dead – are described in my posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

I was continuing to write to the NHS in north Wales requesting that my complaints should be investigated. I received no replies other than threats to prosecute me on the grounds that I was ‘harassing’ people by my letters and demands that I stop writing to them.

A letter dated 24 Aug 1988 from Dr AH Chadwick of the BMA’s Welsh Office in Cardiff to Dr DJC Davies, the Chief Medical Administrative Officer for Gwynedd Health Authority, refers to their meeting in DJC Davies’s office on 8 July 1988 and expresses ‘extreme concern’ about my ‘antics’. My antics being those letters of complaint which detailed the serious criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Chadwick wrote that ‘today I have been requested by the four BMA consultant psychiatrists for urgent assistance’ and that he has now received ‘further alarming reports’ about me. The ‘four BMA consultant psychiatrists’ are the paedophiles’ friends Tony Francis, his wife Sadie Francis, Dr M. Devakumar and Dafydd.

On 2 Sep 1988 PM Rees, an administrator for Gwynedd Health Authority, wrote to Chadwick, referring to Chadwick’s letter of 24 Aug 1988 to Dr DJC Davies, regarding plans to arrange a meeting between the psychiatrists, the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, ‘solicitor to the Welsh Health Authorities’ and a representative of the North Wales Police.

On 14 Sept 1988 a letter from PM Rees to Devakumar explained that ‘as requested through the BMA’, a meeting had been arranged with Chief Inspector Parry to discuss me.

A document dated 21/9/88 constitutes the notes made after a meeting at Ysbyty Gwynedd held on 16 Sept 1988 ‘to discuss the action to be taken’ regarding the ‘problems’ posed by me. The usual suspects attended the meeting – a collection of Top Docs, senior Angels and managers who have featured previously on this blog – as did Chief Inspector Parry. Parry confirmed at the meeting that at Bangor Magistrates Court in Nov 1987 I was given a conditional discharge and bound over for a year. That was the result of an attempt by Dafydd to have me prosecuted for assaulting a doctor. It subsequently became clear that I hadn’t assaulted anyone – I had however shouted at a doctor. The doctor concerned had been involved in threatening me and illegally detaining me at Ysbyty Gwynedd earlier that year (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’) and of course my requests for an investigation had been ignored.  After the assault case collapsed, the paedophiles’ friends had me prosecuted for breach of the peace. Parry explained to the meeting that ‘any threatening behaviour during this period could result in her retrial for the original offence’.

Obviously there had been no ‘threatening behaviour’ from me because I had not been retried.

Another document in my medical records simply entitled ‘Gwynedd Health Authority’ records that Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd of the North Wales Police attended a meeting about me on 14 Oct 1988 with Andrew Park and usual suspects. A new name joined the usual suspects – Mr G. Palmer, Chief Administrative Nursing Officer. At this meeting Tony Francis informed everyone about the injunction that he had taken out against me, on the basis of him perjuring himself and giving an account of all those assaults which it was later admitted by Andrew Park and Francis’s own lawyers Hempsons that I had not committed. Dafydd told the meeting that he was not prepared to take out an injunction against me. In 1994 Dafydd changed his mind and obtained an injunction in the High Court in Liverpool after discussing his anus in court and the threats made by another person to stick a hand-grenade up his bum, which according to Dafydd was all my fault (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). I will be blogging more about Dafydd and his injunction soon.

Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd told the meeting that my conditional discharge imposed by Bangor Magistrates would run out on 10 Nov 1988. The note stated that the ‘Malicious Communications Act was coming into force on 29 Sept 1989’ and it was agreed to refer any mail sent by me to after that date to members of staff which contained ‘malicious communications’ to the police with a view to prosecuting me under this legislation.

There was never any attempt to prosecute me under the Malicious Communications Act so presumably my communications weren’t malicious enough. However I am curious about the use of the tense in the letter ie. that the Act ‘was coming into force’. This suggests that the document was written before the Act came into force – but the note claims to be an account of a meeting held AFTER the Act had come into force. There are no signatures on this document and I am wondering if it is yet another document which was not compiled when, or recording what, it claimed. I have a number of such documents in my possession – many of them dated during 1988 or 1989. I believe that they were forged or at the very least were backdated and written long after the date would suggest (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). Many of these documents were allegedly written by Alun Davies and were letters to the Welsh Office regarding my complaints. The dates are inconsistent, none of the letters are signed and there are other errors in the letters which suggest that they were written by someone at a much later date to cover the arse of the north Wales NHS. I will be blogging more about them soon.

My medical records contain an internal memo dated 8 Nov 1988 to Alun Davies from Tony Francis complaining that my letters have not been forwarded to the police. Francis demands that this is done and also says that he’s made a statement to the police and forwarded a letter to the administrators to give to the police. The memo states that it was dictated but not signed by Tony Francis.

There is an undated letter from Alun Davies to Chief Inspector Parry saying that Davies is sending Parry a letter that I had written to Dafydd.

My suspicions that there was a great deal of forgery going on are confirmed by a note dated 24 Nov 1988  explaining that Andrew Park has amended an account of a meeting ‘as arranged’. This was not Park redrafting a lawyer’s letter – this was Park making up what happened in a meeting in which the homicidal maniac that was me was being discussed. A meeting attended by a senior police officer. What ever would be wrong with providing a fictitious account of that meeting?

It will have been very clear to Chief Inspectors Parry and Lloyd that in spite of the florid allegations that were made about my ‘antics’ constantly, there was no evidence that I was doing anything other than writing very angry letters detailing criminal activity and asking for an investigation. Furthermore there had been a number of incidents in which the paedophiles’ friends had been demonstrated to have perjured themselves in their attempts to have me charged yet no questions had been asked about them lying to the police. By the time that Parry and Lloyd were attending these meetings about me, Dafydd had been sued by Mary Wynch and the case had been reported in the London-based press and Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in care in Gwynedd and had been sacked from her job by Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

Whilst the Chief Inspectors attended meetings with the paedophiles’ friends, Alun Davies had recorded a conversation with me without my knowledge in which the fat idiot had tried to entrap me, without success. There is a transcript of the call in my files, with Davies asking me ‘ooh what are you planning to do to us then’, obviously hoping I was going to fly off the handle and explain how I would be decapitating and dismembering them all in the near future.

There  are other references to other obliging police officers in my files.

On 13 Oct 1990, Mr D. Hinchcliffe, the general administrator of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, wrote to the policeman at Denbigh Police Station, Mr Bob Rowlands, about my ‘harassment’ of them all. Mr Hinchcliffe was obviously on good terms with Mr Rowlands because the letter begins ‘Dear Bob’. Mr Hinchliffe mentions a previous letter of his about me which he sent to Bob on 25 Sept 1995, but my files don’t have a copy of that one. I wonder why? Hinchliffe’s letter to Bob was CC’d to Dafydd, D. Griffiths and Janice Davies. D. Griffiths was a general administrator at Clwyd Health Authority who had a solid track record of refusing to reply to my letters detailing the criminal activities of Janice Davies – Dafydd’s Nurse Ratched on Bryn Golau Ward.

 

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to the MDU, 192 Altrincham Road, Sharston, Manchester about me. His refers to his previous letters about me behaving an a ‘menacing and intrusive way’. He accuses me of throwing a rock through a glass door at his house on Anglesey. Not that Dafydd had any evidence at all that I did this. Indeed Dafydd isn’t quite sure when the rock was thrown because he wasn’t actually in his house when it happened. Dafydd explains that he ‘was away’ but ‘two person were sleeping in the house and found the rock and broken glass door in the morning’. Dafydd thinks that the rock was thrown through the door ‘at probably about 3 am’. How the hell did he managed to time if if he wasn’t there and the only two people who were, were slumbering – did one of them at least not wake up when the rock came flying through the door????. Oh – Dafydd had a dog as well, a drug dealer’s dog, a Doberman who tried to attack the police on one occasion. Didn’t the dog bark? As for knowing that it was me who threw the rock – of course he knew that it was, because as Dafydd tells the MDU lawyers Hempsons ‘I can conceive of no other person likely to have done this’.

Dafydd was running a sex trafficking ring who dealt in drugs and child porn, I can conceive of a great many people who might have chucked the rock. If indeed a rock had ever been chucked. Dafydd noticeably provides no evidence whatever – no photos, no statements from the two persons who were sleeping in the house, not a sausage. He did tell the MDU that I was charged with assault on a junior doctor but he forgot to add that the charges were dropped when the junior doctor admitted that I hadn’t assaulted him after all.

Dafydd also says in his letter that a psychiatrist ‘whose name escapes me at the moment but which can be retrieved’ stated that I would ‘very likely end in a secure ward for the criminally insane’.

Yes Dafydd, because you, Tony Francis, Dr Chris Hunter and the rest of the paedophiles’ friends were constantly trying to fit me up after carrying out secret assessments on me which concluded with recommendations that I should be sent to a high security hospital because I was criminally insane…

Dafydd mentions one such incident – ‘I can recall an occasion when forensic psychiatrists attended a conference discussing the possible risks and possible management’. Would that have been the conference held by Dafydd’s mate Dr Chris Hunter – of whom I had never even heard at the time – who held a conference about me after Tony Francis and Dafydd asked him to? A conference that was held without my knowledge in north Wales – whilst I was working in a London medical school. A conference which was attended solely by paedophiles’ friends, many of whom had never met me (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

There is no solid evidence amongst any of this garbage – if the name of the person who made the splendid comments about me ending in a ward for the criminally insane ‘can be retrieved’, why wasn’t it retrieved before Dafydd wrote this letter? Or indeed since?

The name of that particular person wasn’t retrieved, but a whole list of other names was. Dafydd had back up! He told the MDU that they had his permission to approach: Avril Davies, the Mental Health Act Administrator at the Hergest Unit; Alun Davies; Tony and Sadie Francis; Hugh Thomas Pierce; Mrs Janice Glass; DC S.A. Owen ‘who has now become extensively involved in this matter’.

Avril Davies and the Francis’s were paedophiles’ friends. I have no idea who Hugh Thomas Pierce is. Janice Glass was one of Dafydd’s servants at his house, but I’ve never met her. And I did not even know of the existence of DC Owen, although he/she had become ‘extensively involved in this matter’.

I only heard about me throwing a rock through Dafydd’s door at 3 am some time after I’d done it, when a nurse at the Hergest Unit told me what I’d done. Which is just as well – DC Owen or indeed any other police officer hadn’t interviewed me about my crime, so if that helpful nurse hadn’t have let me known that I’d been over at Dafydd’s in the small hours chucking rocks through his door, I’d have been blissfully unaware of my crimes.

Dafydd worked as an expert medical witness. This is a man who had people banged up in Ashworth and Broadmoor for the rest of their lives on the basis of his ‘evidence’.

Much more recently in 2009 DC Steve Power was involved in yet another attempt to frame me on the part of the North West Wales NHS Trust – after a previous attempt had fallen apart (see post ‘After The Attempt To Frame Me…’). When my lawyer had Steve bang to rights in the police station, Steve announced that he would be taking this matter no further because he was retiring in a matter of days. I recognised Steve Power when he interviewed me in 2009. I had met him about four years previously, after I made a complaint to the police about being assaulted by staff in the Hergest Unit. I was locked in a room and prevented from reporting the assault when it happened, so after I got out of the Hergest Unit I wrote to the North Wales Police. I received a letter back with an appointment to discuss the matter at Caernafon Police Station. I turned up for the appointment only to be told by the police officer on duty that ‘another matter’ had arisen, so he was unable to see me. He told me that he would send me another appointment. I never heard another word. The officer was DC Steve Power.

 

Alison Taylor the social worker who blew the whistle on the abuse of the children in care in north Wales had a great deal of trouble with the North Wales Police. The two North Wales Police officers who’s names are usually heard in relation to the investigations into the abuse of children in care after Alison blew the whistle are Detective Superintendent Peter Ackerley and Detective Chief Superintendent Gwynne Owen. Alison’s concerns were rubbished and she was accused of fabricating multiple abuse allegations, including allegations against former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea and manipulating children into making false accusations.

I too was accused of ‘manipulating’ and ‘encouraging’ people to complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. It never seemed to occur to the paedophiles’ friends that their conduct was so dreadful that when it was witnessed by people other than kids in care or psych patients – who had become very used to being routinely abused – people were horrified. They didn’t need to be ‘encouraged’ or ‘manipulated’ by me to complain.

The conduct of the North Wales Police over many years left a great deal to be desired.

I have found out that former Detective Constable Jo Bott was interviewed during the 1991-93 investigation into child abuse in north Wales. Bott repeatedly took refuge by answering ‘no comment’. Well there’s a turn up for the books – because when I witnessed Jo in action in 1993 when she was a key mover and shaker in false accusations that a new father was a danger to his baby whilst two people who had sexually and physically abused children were afforded full protection by Bott, Bott had a great deal to say. In fact Jo was ever so friendly and chatty as she extracted information from a new parent who trusted her. When Jo returned to see that man a few weeks later, having used the information that he provided about the abuse of at least FOUR children to protect the abusers and frame an innocent person, Jo still had a bit more to say – only this time, what she had to say was rather unpleasant and threatening as opposed to friendly and chatty (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’).

Come on Jo, tell us what you know about who had it in for the other completely innocent and good father involved in it all as well, Martin – who was found dead at a most convenient time for you and the paedophiles’ friends…

The 1991-93 North Wales Police investigation into child abuse recommended that Gordon Anglesea should be prosecuted. Not only was he not prosecuted until many, many years later, but this information was concealed. It only became public in 1997 when Gerard Elias QC revealed it at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It is thought that the Police Federation backed Gordon Anglesea’s libel case against HTV Wales, Private Eye, The Indie on Sunday and The Observer, which Anglesea won in 1994 (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). North Wales Police officers attended Anglesea’s libel hearing and they knew that information was being witheld ie. that there had been a recommendation that Anglesea should be prosecuted.

 

In 2005 the ‘investigative journalist’ Richard Webster published a book called ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. Webster’s book was principally a vehicle for trashing the reputation of Alison Taylor. His theory was that the secret of Bryn Estyn was that there was no serious abuse there, that it was just another bog standard mediocre children’s home.

I cannot understand why Webster ever took an interest in Bryn Estyn. He had no connections with Wales and when he planned and wrote the book he was based in Suffolk. He contacted people in north Wales telling them that he was writing a book on institutional child abuse in 1996 but BEFORE the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced.

Webster’s volume is substantial, but it is clear to anyone from north Wales that Webster either had no idea of what was going on or that for some reason he had been sent to assist the paedophiles’ friends. No-one could have lived in north Wales for any length of time over the last few decades and not have noticed that the health and welfare services were and still are truly dreadful. This escaped Webster. He also concluded that Lucille Hughes paying a special visit in person to interview a kid who had alleged that he had been abused was a sign of Lucille’s concern and conscientiousness. This was Lucille bloody Hughes – she probably went out to see the boy to threaten him at gun point, Lucille was not a nice person.

No-one seems to know who funded Webster whilst he ‘researched’ and wrote his book. He made many visits to north Wales and stayed there for substantial lengths of time. Furthermore Webster enjoyed a very cosy relationship with certain people in the North Wales Police.

Some two weeks after the publication of the Waterhouse Report in 2000, Richard Webster wrote an article for the ‘New Statesman’ entitled ‘Can A Whistleblower Be Wrong?’. This was an attack on Alison Taylor where she was accused again of making it all up and getting the kids to make it all up as well. In order to write the article, Webster had gained possession of confidential police documents, including witness statements. He had interviewed Peter Ackerley at length on at least one occasion, although this was denied by Diane Kaiser, the solicitor for the North Wales Police – documentation subsequently demonstrated that Webster had interviewed Ackerley. Webster also used the statements that Gwynne Owen – another person who trashed Alison – made to the CPS for the NS article.

The ‘New Statesman’ had a shock when in 2001 Alison sued them for defamation. I think that Alison represented herself. The NS admitted in court that they published Webster’s article on the assumption that Alison could not afford to sue them. The publisher of the NS at the time of the article was Peter Wilby and it was owned by Geoffrey Robinson. The NS instructed Bindman and Partners to act for them and Adam Speker QC was Counsel. Bindman and Partners had represented Peter Howarth at the Waterhouse Inquiry. Howarth was one of the prime organisers of the paedophile ring in north Wales and was jailed for numerous sex offences against the boys in Bryn Estyn.

In 2002 the NS and Webster fell out. The NS severed his representation on the grounds of the irreconcilable differences between them and Webster because of his refusal to settle the case. The NS subsequently settled with Alison in Dec 2002 and she withdrew her case against Webster. Webster protested about the publication of a settlement notice – he was represented (it was suspected pro bono) by Adrienne Page QC. Page is the cohabitee of Adam Speker and a colleague of Cherie Booth. Justice David Eady presided over the hearing, despite Eady having had previous dealings with Webster.

Page and Speker continued their links with Webster and they provided legal advice for ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. The book was launched at a party in the Commons organised by Claire Curtis-Thomas, the then Labour MP for Crosby. Curtis-Thomas is associated with Dr Death’s mate Shirley Williams and she also has close links to the Westminster Paedophile Ring hot spots of south Wales and Cheshire. Webster published the book himself – and later self-published a paperback version.

Webster died in 2011 but his website – which is yet another vehicle for trashing Alison Taylor – is still online and is obviously being maintained by someone.

Someone must have been behind Webster. He seems to have had only one principle aim – to discredit Alison Taylor in any way that he could. His was an expensive project and somebody footed the bill.

Geoffrey Robinson, the owner of the ‘New Statesman’ when it launched Webster’s attack on Alison, has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976. Robinson was Blair’s Paymaster General, 1997-98 – he resigned after lending all that dosh to Mandy…Robinson’s personal fortune is estimated at approx £30 million. Robinson owns a number of homes even grander than the one that Mandy purchased with the dosh that was lent to him by Robinson, including one in Tuscany at which the Blairs took one of their famous holidays courtesy of their very rich friends.

 

To return to Ron Davies.

Rhodri Morgan explains that Neil Wooding passed the warning about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate to Val Feld, ‘a big cheese in the Swansea Labour movement’ and a close friend of Julie, Rhodri’s wife. So Val Feld told Julie.

Val Feld was a woman from a privileged family in Caernarfon who knew all about the abuse of vulnerable people in Wales and I bet that she knew about Ron before Neil Wooding said anything to her. Val founded Shelter Cymru and was the Director of the EOC (Equal Opportunities Commission) for Wales, 1989-99. She was the AM for Swansea East, 1999-01. Val was a mate of paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt and just a few weeks ago Hutt had a plaque placed on the wall of the Senedd in tribute to Val who kept quiet about so much. For details of what Val ignored, see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’.

 

Neil Wooding, the man who sent up the flare regarding Ron Davies, is Director of Strategic Planning Performance and Capability at the Office for National Statistics. Neil is an old lag from the Welsh Gov’t. He was Director, Pubic Service Management Wales, 

Not only did Rhodri claim not to know what cottaging was, but Rhodri also experienced confusion over Castle Gate, the site of Ron’s cottaging. Rhodri explains in his book that he presumed that ‘Castle Gate’ was the name of some dive of a pub where Ron had been entertaining himself. Then someone told Rhodri that Ron had been cottaging at Castle Gate in Cardiff – the entrance to Cardiff Castle. Which was approx 100 yards from Rhodri’s constituency office in Transport House.

Rhodri was nearly as close to Ron’s preferred cottaging territory as the Bangor Police were to Garth Road public toilets.

Rhodri wonders in his book whether Blair ‘knew about’ Ron. It is highly probable that he did because Blair specialised in promoting paedophiles’ friends to high office, particularly the Lords. However Rhodri does confirm that ‘MI5 didn’t know’ because of Ron’s ‘astonishing ability to cover his tracks’.

Cottaging at the entrance to Cardiff Castle hardly demonstrates an astonishing ability to cover one’s tracks. Rather it demonstrates complete confidence that everyone knows what you are doing and that no-one is going to blow the gaffe. Of course MI5 knew, they were probably the strangers who were meeting Ron at the Castle Gate for sex. Why does Ron think that the encounter with Boogie ended in disaster just as Blair was about to ensure that Ron became Wales’s FM?

Rhodri notes that Ron was good mates with Nick Brown. Nick Brown has been the Labour MP for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne East since 1983. Nick’s CV ticks numerous boxes which suggests that he has known about the paedophiles and their friends for decades (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

Shortly after Ron Davies had his moment of madness with Boogie, Nick – who was the Minister of Agriculture at the time – became embroiled in some sort of scandal involving a rent boy. Blair’s autobiography ‘A Journey’ admits that Alastair Campbell successfully re-packaged the incident as a good-news story about Brown coming out as gay because Blair was crapping himself at the idea of the Gov’t being hit by two sex scandals in such close succession.

According to journalist Tom Bower, Nick Brown ‘was accused of paying £100 to rent boys to be kicked around a room, and admitted his sexuality’.

‘Private Eye’ recently reported that Nick Brown is suing Bower over a particular sentence in Bower’s book ‘Broken Vows’ -not even a sentence that I would have thought was particularly incriminating. Brown’s barrister is Adrienne Paige QC! Paige was one of the junior barristers who worked with the crooked barrister George Carman on libel cases (No Ordinary Methods’). Carman knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang and its link to the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Blair was a junior barrister in Carman’s team and Carman was also the head of Cherie’s chambers.

 

Although Ron was a Master of Disguise with a Cunning Plan who excelled in covering his tracks by having casual sex with male strangers in central Cardiff at one of the city’s most popular tourist attractions, Ron was gregarious and socialised with many people who of course all had no idea at all of his ‘other life’. The other life that was a constant source of gossip.

Rhodri was such a good mate of Ron that Rhodri was the campaign manager behind Ron’s efforts to become what Rhodri called ‘Top Taff’ in the Shadow Cabinet. Ron became Top Taff in 21 Oct 1993 when John Smith appointed him Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron remained as Top Taff after John Smith’s death, throughout Margaret Beckett’s position as Acting Leader of the Labour Party and continued in the role once Blair ascended the throne.

Whilst Rhodri was busy negotiating Ron’s future as Top Taff, I was subjected to constant attempts by the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales to construct me as a dangerous offender and imprison me. Attempts which continued with increased vigour after Ron had become Top Taff because by then people just would not stop alleging that a paedophile ring was in operation in north Wales which was being concealed at the highest levels of society because of its links to Westminster and Whitehall and its connections to paedophile rings in other parts of the UK.

Ron’s Chief Political Advisor and spin doctor was Rhodri’s next door neighbour, Huw. Huw was married to Julia, who had been Rhodri’s secretary since shortly after he was first elected to the Commons in 1987. After Ron resigned as Secretary of State in Oct 1998, he hid from the media by staying at Huw and Julia’s place. Nick Horton, the chief political reporter of the ‘Western Mail’, turned up at Rhodri’s house in search of Ron because he’d been told that Ron was there. Rhodri was so relieved that Horton never guessed that Ron was next door – no-one knew that Ron was in there because Huw and Julia drew the curtains for the whole weeks whilst Ron laid low. House of Ron’s adviser and spin doctor goes into lock-down for a week with all curtains drawn whilst Ron is rumoured to be kipping at Rhodri’s next door? Of course no-one guessed – the fact that no-one published Ron’s whereabouts was completely unrelated to everyone having egg on their faces after keeping schtum about Ron for years.

Something went a bit sour after Ron’s resignation though. Rhodri makes reference to strained relationships and Julia resigning as Rhodri’s secretary…

 

In previous happier times, at Welsh night during the 1996 Labour Party Conference, the Welsh Affairs team all dined together – Rhodri, Ron and Win Griffiths.

Win Griffiths is a former teacher who was Labour MEP for South Wales,  1979-89 and Labour MP for Bridgend 1987-05. Griffiths was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1997-98 reshuffle. After leaving Gov’t Griffiths Chaired the Welsh Grand Committee. He retired from Parliament in 2005.

After retiring Griffiths was Chair of Bro Morgannwg NHS Trust for eight years, a Trust which was in the usual troubled dysfunctional state for an NHS body. In 2012 Lesley Griffiths praised Win for his ‘dedication’ to Bro Morgannwg. Not sure that is much of an endorsement Win. Lesley also named Win’s successor as Chairman – it was Andrew Davies, the former AM for Swansea West and bedfellow of Meri Huws, who previously faced allegations that his Ugandan discussions with Meri had been responsible for Meri landing the job as Chair of the Welsh Language Board (see post ‘People With Energy’).

As for Win, he then moved on to become Chair of WCVA – so he’s the one who is overseeing the waste of public funds and the activities of the paedophiles’ friends that is the Third sector in Wales.

 

Pre-devolution, Ron was big pals – and dined regularly – with Dafydd Wigley and Richard Livsey, as a group of ‘pro-devolution leaders’. Rhodri comments that Ron provided ‘really good leadership’ to this group.

Richard Livsey was the Lib Dem MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 1985-92 and 1997-01 and was Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems, 1997-01. Livsey was an agriculturalist who after his death was described by everyone as a ‘gentleman’. His time in the Liberal Party stretched back to 1960 and he tried for a seat in the Commons in 1970 and in 1979. Livsey will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith.

Livsey was close friends with Geraint Howells – Howells was his mentor. Geraint Howells was one of those who signed the Early Day Motion in 1992 demanding an investigation into the case of Mary Wynch. Like everybody else who signed that EDM – except for David Bellotti – Howells then never mentioned Mary again and received a peerage. The only one of those who’s name was on the EDM who did not bag a peerage was David Bellotti who tabled the EDM. David Bellotti lost his seat soon after tabling the EDM and was never returned to Parliament. Geraint lost his seat too, unexpectedly, as a result of a very dirty deal on the part of Plaid and the Green Party, but he escaped to the Upper House (see post ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’).

When Livsey stood down as Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems in 2001 – after the Waterhouse Report had been published and difficult questions had been, temporarily at least, silenced, Livsey was given a peerage.

 

Ron Davies also had an ‘excellent working relationship’ with Rachel Lomax, the Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office, 1996-99. Rachel Lomax oversaw the setting up of the Welsh Assembly. She arrived in the Welsh Office just in time for the establishment of the Waterhouse Inquiry as well.

William Hague – the Secretary of State for Wales at the time – must have really wanted Rachel because she was an economist who was recalled to the Welsh Office from the World Bank, where she was a Vice-President and Chief of Staff to President of the World Bank.

Lomax went to Cheltenham Ladies College, then Girton College, Cambridge and then to the LSE. After she left the LSE in 1968 she joined the Treasury. She was Principal Private Secretary to Nigel Lawson, 1985-86, whilst Lawson was Chancellor, then a Deputy Secretary at the Treasury, then Deputy Chief Economic Advisor, 1990-94. In 1994-95 Lomax was head of the Economic and Domestic Secretariat at the Cabinet Office.

Rachel has certain been where the action is. Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1979-81, so she’ll have known him and like everyone else who worked with him will have heard about him molesting children in care in north Wales, Cheshire and London. It was while Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury that Dafydd unlawfully had Mary Wynch arrested, imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then unlawfully imprisoned for a year in Denbigh. Rachel Lomax touched Mary Wynch’s life again in 1994. In 1994 it was the Treasury solicitor who finally ruined Mary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Mary was far too old for Peter Morrison to have been interested in her and she was female anyway, but as well as knowing that at least one person had almost certainly been murdered whilst in the care of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes and that a group of local lawyers were collaborating together to fleece their clients, Mary also witnessed the preparation of young patients in the North Wales Hospital for their futures in the sex industry. Dafydd had given instructions that the patients on the young people’s ward should be encouraged to have sex with each other and the Angels would gather around to watch the show.

By the time that Rachel Lomax had arrived at the Welsh Office to organise the cover-up, Peter Morrison was safely dead and buried.

 

Rhodri’s book explains a rather dodgy deal that Rachel facilitated for Ron in 1998. The HQ of the interim Assembly was located at Crickhowell House in Cardiff. The rent on Crickhowell House was kept low provided that the future Assembly committed to a new HQ on the adjoining site. The landlord of the whole area was the ABP (Associated British Ports) property subsidiary Grosvenor Waterside. The ABP could then recover their loss on the low rent through the enhanced capital values on the land surrounding the new Assembly building. Rhodri thought that it was most unsavoury that such a corrupt deal underpinned the building housing the Assembly from the very beginning. For details of the other massive scams involving ABP and the development of Cardiff Bay, see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’).

Honest Rhodri never wanted the Assembly to be located in Cardiff Bay anyway – he wanted it to be in Cardiff City Hall, next to Cathays Park where the civil servants worked. The corrupt civil servants, who had spent decades concealing the criminality involving Dafydd and the paedophiles. Numerous documents among those detailing the criminality and cover-ups in my possession have the Cathays Park Welsh Office address on them, including some of those that I am fairly sure are forged (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). I will be blogging more about those documents soon.

Rhodri himself had an office in Cathays Park as well and it was the traditional home of the Secretary of State for Wales. Rhodri explains that it was really great working in Cathays Park because everybody was there and you could just pop along to see whoever you needed to. That’s right Rhodri, the office of the corrupt Medical Ombudsman was there, as was the office of the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, then in later years the corrupt Public Services Ombudsman and of course the corrupt Social Services Inspectorate was there as well. Just to tie everything up nicely, the office of the corrupt Mental Health Tribunal was also situated in Cathays Park. Everything conveniently located on one site!

 

Not only did the corrupt Secretaries of State have an office in Cathays Park, but they even had an apartment there, so they could live on campus among the crooks. The apartment was originally created from a few offices for the use of Nicholas Edwards and his wife Ankaret. Old Nick and his wife made good use of the flat between 1979-87, as did Peter Walker (1987-90) and David Hunt (1990-93) and (1995). However John Redwood (1993-95) didn’t use the flat, he insisted on returning to his place in Wokingham to sleep.

No wonder there was havoc in Wales whilst Redwood was Secretary of State and everyone was desperate to see the back of him – him not living above the shop must have profoundly disrupted the smooth operation of the corrupt machine. On the other hand I’m sure that David Hunt, the man who assisted with so much of the most serious wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends during his long and glorious career (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friend Of Cardiff North’) found that flat very useful for the days between 26 June 1995-5 July 1995, when Hunt returned to his old job as Secretary of State for Wales in what must have been for the shortest length of time that anyone has ever occupied a senior Gov’t position. It was during those heady risk-laden days when the knotty problem of the ‘retirement’ of Dafydd – a retirement which never was – and the ‘closure’ of the North Wales Hospital took place. Not that the North Wales Hospital did close, although everyone was told that it did. Part of it stayed open in secret.

Get digging out there at Denbigh, I know that old Hunt will have pushed the boat out in the summer of 1995 and probably got hardly any sleep at all what with all those civil servants running in and out of his flat screaming ‘but how are we going to explain the human remains if we close the bloody place down and someone turns it into luxury apartments???’, but Hunt deserves to be exposed before he joins the rest of the paedophiles’ friends who are dropping dead on an almost daily basis…

 

Rachel Lomax was one of those who scarpered after Ron’s downfall at the hands of Boogie – she resigned from her post as the Welsh Office and in Dec 1998 took up the role of Permanent Secretary at the DHSS. Rhodri observed that just before Ron hit disaster Rachel Lomax had purchased a new house for herself in the Vale of Glamorgan and such was Lomax’s loyalty to her home nation that she kept her home in the Vale of Glamorgan.

Lomax left the DHSS/DWP in 2002 and then served as Permanent Secretary at the  Dept of Transport, having moved there with her Secretary of State Alistair Darling when Blair reshuffled his Cabinet following the resignation of the Secretary of State for Transport Stephen Byers, he who subsequently described himself as a ‘cab for hire’ in a lobbying scandal and was banned from Parliament for two years (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

From 2003-08 Lomax was a Deputy Governor at the Bank of England, serving on its Monetary Policy Committee. She left just before the collapse of Lehman Brothers in 2008 to ‘pursue other interests’. In Dec 2008, Lomax became an independent non-executive Director of HSBC Holdings, where she was also a member of the audit and risk committees. In Dec 2010 Lomax joined BAA (now Heathrow Airport Holdings) as a non-executive Director. Rachel is also a non-executive director of Serco and a trustee of Imperial College London (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ for the details of the research fraud and misconduct on the part of those who have worked or are still working at Imperial) and has served as President of the Institute of Fiscal Studies.

 

There is another person who could tell us all a great deal about Ron and a lot of other people as well but he seems to have kept a very discreet silence – a man called Les who is a former Cardiff taxi driver. After ferrying the general public around Cardiff, Les worked as the official driver for that very good friend of the paedophiles of north Wales Lord Wyn Roberts, then as the official driver for Ron and then as the official driver for Rhodri. Les could give us the best anecdote ever in terms of who he had in the back of the cab…

Lest anyone think that I have a problem with Ron and others mentioned on this blog because they are gay and I am conflating gay men with child abusers, I don’t and I’m not. The problem that I have tried to highlight on this blog is that a number of the people discussed have used prostitutes – male and female – who were coerced into that business whilst they were kids in care and to coerce them into sex work those kids were subjected to very great cruelty at the hands of serious criminals. If sex workers are consenting adults who have not been coerced into that work I don’t consider what they are doing or who their customers are to be anyone else’s business. Despite some of the scare stories, the best research into sex work has shown that there is a contingent of prostitutes who are adults with agency, fully in control and who conduct business discreetly and safely. Many of them have actually worked as nurses and furthermore prostitution among nurses is a good deal more common than anyone likes to admit. Sadly there are also people who have been forced into prostitution – ironically by the sort of nurses who worked for Dafydd – and who most definitely need protecting and rescuing.

The people discussed on this blog do not have track records of being honest and transparent and they all try to portray themselves as having only ever conducted relationships with consenting adults, even when that most definitely is not true. Ron may have become notorious for cottaging at the Castle Gate or for picking up Boogie on Clapham Common, but before he became an MP Ron was an advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst everybody in Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority ignored serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen sexually abusing his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

In north Wales there was a Mafia code of silence regarding the activities of the paedophile gang – partly because some people were terrified of them but partly because everybody was covering the arses of their friends and relatives and that technique was also used to secure themselves jobs, promotions and, in later life, pensions.

Consider just this alone. Ron worked as a tutor-organiser for the WEA, taking over from Neil Kinnock in 1970 when the Windbag was elected to Parliament. Rhodri Morgan also worked for the WEA in south Wales, 1963-65. When they were young, Rhodri and the Windbag shared a house. Rhodri and the Windbag spent many enjoyable years campaigning together. Wayne David, who succeeded Ron as Labour MP for Caerphilly, also worked for the WEA in south Wales, starting in that role in 1985. Like Ron, Wayne was a teacher who trained at Cardiff University. I could continue…

Were any of this lot, a bunch of not very bright people who scraped their way into universities – usually in south Wales – and somewhere along the way developed a massive sense of entitlement and fancied themselves as Cabinet Ministers or even PMs, ever going to grass each other up? They saw the way that many other people in Wales lived and that was certainly not for them. No matter how many of them banged on about the forefathers going down the pit, most of them had never got their hands dirty themselves. Glenys Kinnock has never been near a pit in her life, she lives a millionaire’s life between London and Europe and her daughter-in-law is PM of Denmark. Pretty good for a school teacher from Holyhead whose home town suffers from severe disadvantage and was host to a paedophile gang. Never mind the Castle Gate, Ron Davies could probably have gone cottaging in the middle of John Lewis’s in Cardiff on a Saturday afternoon and no-one would have said a word.

Alun Davies, the corrupt NHS manager in north Wales who constantly tried to have me imprisoned, didn’t come from north Wales. Davies was from the Rhondda…

Ron’s wife – now ex-wife – Christina Rees, the Labour MP for Neath, is a barrister. Her wiki entry is incredibly brief and talks about her school days and love of sport.

‘We didn’t know.’

After Ron fell from grace on Clapham Common a few people from south Wales who didn’t have ambitions to become PM but who didn’t dare identify themselves in the press, admitted that they did know, that indeed ‘everyone knew’ about Ron and furthermore that he was a vindictive aggressive bastard whom a lot of people didn’t dare cross.

Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after Boogie, but he didn’t resign as an MP. In fact Ron put up quite a fight. His first strategy was to make a speech in the House about the violence that he had suffered at the hands of his father as a child. Which is sad but Ron is by no means alone in having had that happen to him. This was followed by Ron coming out as bisexual. Then Ron claimed to have some interesting psychiatric problem which involved him seeking out ‘risky situations’ – for which he was of course ‘receiving help’.

If Ron was paying good money to attend Dafydd’s sex therapy clinic it wasn’t very effective because in 2003 Ron was caught in another risky situation in a well known cruising and dogging spot. Ron’s story was that he was looking for badgers.

At no point did Ron simply say ‘I’m gay, now sod off because it’s no-one else’s business but mine’.

It was after he was photographed looking for badgers that Ron stepped down as MP for Caerphilly. However, Rhodri’s book explains that Ron did not go quietly.

It was the Chairman of the Party, Brian Curtis, who was left to ensure that the Labour Party divested itself of Ron by persuading Ron to pull out of the candidacy for Caerphilly before the 2003 General Election election. Ron had recently bought an expensive house on a mortgage and he refused to stand down unless his PPI to cover his mortgage payments could be activated. Rhodri states that  Jessica Morden, the General Secretary of the Labour Party, was ‘unhappy’ about providing the letter of cover to Ron’s bank – Ron needed a letter saying that he’d been forced to resign his candidacy to prevent accusations from the bank that he’d voluntarily left his job. Ron only stood down once he knew that the insurance on his mortgage was secured.

Rhodri tells us that ‘Jessica did what she had to do because it was absolutely necessary in the reputational interest of the Labour Party’.

Rhodri believing that this was sufficient to save the reputation of the Labour Party reminds me of a document that the former Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust Elfed Roberts wrote when he got wind of Edwina Hart’s plan to abolish the Trust. Elfed memorably wrote that ‘the Trust must be seen to be beyond reproach at this crucial time’. How did Elfed and his colleague Martin Jones the CEO of the Trust ensure that the Trust was seen to be ‘beyond reproach’ at that crucial time? Well in the face of the rising toll of patient and staff suicides, Elfed and Martin refused to investigate any patient complaints, sent an extract from my medical records to a senior member of staff in Bangor University, rang various other colleagues of mine and told them that I was dangerous, intimidated a number of people who had witnessed what was happening to me and who had made statements about it and then had me arrested on the grounds that I had pink hair and had laughed at Elfed’s car and called it a penismobile.

Elfed and Martin seemed unaware that they had become famous as a result of their attempts to be seen to be beyond reproach at a crucial time. No wonder that Edwina carried out her plan to abolish them. Then Edwina stood for the leadership of the Labour Party in Wales and during the leadership debates the topic of anti-social behaviour was discussed. A lady in the audience asked how the candidates were going to tackle anti-social behaviour among young people. Edwina responded by saying that it wasn’t only young people who were capable of anti-social behaviour. I and the person whom I was watching this with were howling with laughter because we suspected that Edwina might have well have been thinking of two particularly unhinged NHS senior managers in north west Wales…

 

What Rhodri doesn’t explain is what Ron Davies was doing buying an expensive house on a mortgage when he knew that everyone was trying to get rid of him – and why did Ron bother to buy PPI, everyone knew by then that the buggers never pay up. Was Ron expecting perhaps to not only be in need of PPI but confident that he would be able to get them to cough up?

What happened to Jessica, who just did what she had to do? (Dafydd used to say that on the rare occasions that he was actually put on the spot and asked why he had broken the law. ‘I just did what I had to do’ would always be accompanied with Dafydd’s claim that ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation’. Yes, with a load of abducted victims of a paedophile ring imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital…)

Jessica Morden was well rewarded for doing what she had to do to save the reputation of the Labour Party ie. ensure that Ron bagged an expensive house in return for not standing again as the Labour MP for Caerphilly. Jessica was accepted as the Labour candidate for Newport East and became the MP for that constituency in 2005. Jessica was selected by the use of an all woman shortlist. No-one could accuse Blair of parachuting Jessica into south Wales though. Not only had Jessica been the General Secretary of Welsh Labour, but in 1991 she worked for Huw Edwards, Labour MP for Monmouth and she then worked for Llew Smith, Labour MP for Blaenau Gwent, 1992-95.

So Jessica had been around quite long enough to not know about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate.

Llew Smith was also elected as the MEP for South Wales East in 1984. He stood down in 1994 – and made way for one Glenys Kinnock!

Huw Edwards succeeded the Monmouth seat from the Tory MP Sir John Stradling Thomas after Sir John was found dead in his Dolphin Square flat. Readers who follow the comments section of my blog will remember how often Richard Card has commented on the death of Sir John. Sir John had been expressing concern about the allegations of Westminster figures being involved in child abuse and was believed to be about to speak publicly and possibly name some of those alleged to be involved. He was found dead hours before he was due to speak.

Children trafficked for sex from the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor were taken to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). One of the community social workers employed on the Maesgeirchan estate on which Ty’r Felin was located was Meri Huws – Meri is alleged to be a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘People With Energy’).

Jessica got her chance at Newport East after Alan Howarth, the sitting MP, was elevated to the Lords by Blair. Howarth became famous when he crossed the floor. He was the Tory MP for Stratford-upon-Avon, after being elected in 1983. In 1995 he defected to Labour, was selected for Newport East and subsequently became a Minister in Blair’s Gov’t. Howarth was dropped from the Gov’t in 2001, after the Waterhouse Report had been published and the claims that it was a massive cover-up had been silenced, at least temporarily.

Howarth was an unlikely defector to New Labour. He had been a hard right Tory, a founder member of the Thatcherite No Turning Back group. Early in his career, Howarth had worked in the Conservative Party Chairman’s office under Willie Whitelaw – who spent many years in many capacities concealing the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales. Then Howarth became Director of the Conservative Research Department and Party Vice-Chairman. Matthew Parris used to work in the Conservative Research Department and claimed that there was a senior member of staff there who used to go cruising for young men on London buses. Parris also maintained that every summer, a group of male staff from that Dept would take a holiday at a place in Italy known as the ‘Villa of Shame’ where they were supplied with ‘boys who were always willing’.

What possible use could Blair have made of Howarth in 1995 when Howarth defected – whilst demands for a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had been followed by Nicola Davies QC reviewing the paperwork to see whether a public inquiry should be held? Nicola found that the paperwork of the North Wales Police relating to the abuse of children was missing from 1989 onwards. There’s a surprise.

Howarth crossed the floor on 8 Oct 1995. Peter Morrison had been conveniently found dead three months before and now Nicola Davies QC and Secretary of State for Wales William Hague just had to work out how to rig the Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal that people were demanding.

On the eve of the 1997 General Election the Labour MP for Ogmore, 1979-01, Sir Ray Powell told an interesting tale about two of his Blairite colleagues. He alleged that Mandelson and Ron Davies offered him a peerage if he gave up his seat in the Commons for Alan Howarth, the Conservative who had crossed the floor to join the Labour Party (see post ‘News From Sicily’)…

 

The political career of Ron Davies didn’t finish once he’d secured his upmarket house.  In 2004 he resigned from the Labour Party claiming that they were all a bit incompetent in the Welsh Labour Party. Ron then joined the new Forward Wales Party and stood for election as an MEP. In 2007 he stood for election to the Assembly – as an Independent – for Caerphilly. In 2008 Ron was back on Caerphilly County Borough Council – where he had begun his career decades previously. He held the Economic Development and Urban Regeneration portfolio, originally as an Independent but later actively supported the ruling Plaid group on the Council. In recent years there has been an ongoing scandal at Caerphilly County Borough Council involving financial mismanagement on a huge scale. There has been a criminal investigation which found serious wrongdoing but it was decided to proceed no further with the investigation because of the cost of the investigation. So it rather looks as though some of Ron’s colleagues have made off with hundreds of thousands of pounds of public money and they will not be held to account.

Ron joined Plaid in 2010 and has since stood as a Plaid candidate in three elections.

 

Rhodri explained in his memoir that he was sympathetic to politicians who stood accused of involvement in sex scandals as a result of his own experience. At one time a ‘Top Welsh Tory’ put it around that Rhodri had been cautioned for picking up prostitutes in the Cardiff docks area. A full apology to Rhodri was issued and a donation to charity was made after Rhodri approached the Tory Party Chairman at the time for help. That Chairman was Dr Brian Mawhinney, now Lord Mawhinney.

Mawhinney was a Tory MP, 1979-05 and concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles whilst he was Minister of State for Health, 1992-94. Mawhinney was PPS to Tom King, 1984-86, whilst King was Secretary of State for NI and then held Ministerial positions in the N Ireland Office between 1986-92. So Mawhinney knows all about Kincora.

Mawhinney’s brother Richard is a lawyer who is married to Patricia Scotland QC. Patsy’s big break was representing the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry – she was given a peerage during the Inquiry. Patsy never looked back, she has gone from high office to high office, despite being embroiled in scandal and dogged by allegations of improper conduct wherever she goes. When Patsy was given the brief for the Waterhouse Inquiry her brother-in-law Brian was a member of the Cabinet.

Details of Patsy’s network of paedophiles’ friends can be read in posts ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland QC Was On Board As Well!’, ‘More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends’ and ‘Even More About Baroness Patricia Scotland QC’.

Brian Mawhinney was Chair of the Tory Party, 1995-97. Which was just when everyone was dealing with the very tricky problem of Dafydd, the paedophile gang, the demands for a public inquiry and then the setting up of the rigged Waterhouse Inquiry. Mawhinney became Chairman of the Party on the last day of David Hunt’s tenure as Secretary of State for Wales. Peter Morrison was found dead eight days later.

I would imagine that the Tories were in such deep shit during Mawhinney’s time as Chairman of the Party that they would be very vulnerable indeed to approaches by angry Labour politicians who claimed to have been the subject of baseless rumours circulated by the Tory Party. Mawhinney might have been so worried that he could have even resorted to apologising to Labour MPs who perhaps really had been cautioned for kerb crawling around Cardiff docks.

Rhodri stood accused at some point between 5 July 1995 – 11 June 1997. Which was when the patients in north Wales were being left destitute and dead after their day centre had been closed down and when such strenuous efforts were being made to have me banged up in a secure unit.

 

As for other news recently. Professor Nick Hardwick, the Chairman of the Parole Board (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’), has stated that if details are released about Top Doctors who serve on the Parole Board, the Top Doctors would be at risk of coming under attack on social media. Did Nick perhaps have in mind recent blog posts of mine in which I mentioned that Professor Robert Bluglass and Drs Colin Berry and David Mawson all served on the Parole Board after Bluglass and Berry actively concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles and David Mawson just politely failed to mention it when faced with the evidence?

Southern Health have been fined £2 million after the HSE mounted a prosecution against them in the wake of the deaths of Connor Sparrowhawk and another patient. This is substantially the result of the efforts of Connor’s mum Dr Sara Ryan who has worked very hard since Connor’s death to expose massive failures at Southern as well as the deaths of hundreds of patients which were never investigated. Sara has been subjected to the usual that anyone complaining about serious failings in the NHS can expect – she was described as ‘toxic’ by the Top Doctor whose negligence and dishonesty resulted in Connor’s death, she received an anonymous insulting call from a member of staff at Southern, the son of a senior NHS manager sent out a tweet describing her as a ‘fucking pest’ and then she was insulted all over again when she gave evidence at a GMC fitness to practice hearing.

Sara feels a sense of satisfaction now. I am not underestimating what Sara has achieved, but no-one involved in Connor’s death – or indeed in the deaths of the hundreds of other patients who were slaughtered by Southern – have lost their jobs. They are all still practising. The £2 million fine will be paid by Southern from its vast budget of public money. It will be given to the British state’s coffers. It was the British state who allowed Southern to kill patients. I would not be surprised if as a result of being fined £2 million, Southern now put in a plea for some special source of extra money from the Gov’t on the grounds that they are short of cash. They’ll get it as well.

The statements made by Southern yesterday were cut n pasted from the usual NHS template. ‘We’ve failed’. ‘This will be a catalyst for change.’ Just like all the other deaths were going to be a catalyst for change. As indeed was the conviction of the mass murderer Harold Shipman. So that’s why no-one been struck off in the wake of the genocide at Southern.

There is only one thing that will be a catalyst for change in the NHS – people who have abused or killed their patients being escorted out of their offices in handcuffs and then put on trial.

 

 

THE BLOG POST THAT WAS HACKED CAN NOW BE READ

Last night one of my blog posts was hacked. I have now taken advice and am happy to say that I have reposted the post (below) that was hacked. Many thanks to the concerned readers who e mailed me. This is a message for one of them, Pete, who is currently in India – Pete, I tried to reply to your e mail but the message inexplicably bounced saying that it couldn’t be delivered to your address. Can you e mail me again on a different address so that I can try and reply to that? Or correspond with me via the comments section on the blog? Thanks.

 

 

My previous blog posts ‘A Very Cosy Relationship – and Some Serious Smears’ and ‘An Expert From England’ describe the flurry of correspondence behind the scenes regarding me that was happening in the wake of my complaints about the psychiatric services at Ysbyty Gwynedd and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I was completely unaware of just how frantic this activity had been until last week when my lawyers released files that I had not seen before. Dr James Earp, the ‘independent expert’ from Leicester, had been tasked with writing a report about me for Bangor Magistrates Court after the mental health services in north Wales moved mountains to bring a charge of ‘threatening behaviour’ against me. Earp compiled and submitted his report in the autumn of 1987, by which time I was living in Leicester. I was unable to visit the Bangor area until the court case had been heard because of my bail conditions. (Since moving away from north Wales I had remained a regular visitor because I enjoyed hill walking.) Although I was no longer living in north Wales it seemed that a lot of people in north Wales were still taking a very big interest in me, some of these being people whom I had never heard of, let alone met. The recently released files contain scores of documents compiled by such people, demonstrating just how frenetic the correspondence and meetings about me were. The documents also reveal a degree of collusion between various people and organisations that I had been completely unaware of. Although I didn’t know these people at the time, I do recognise some of their names now – their names have featured in connection with the investigations into the serious abuse of children in care in north Wales. One of these people was Lucille Hughes, then Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Hughes was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing about the paedophile ring operating in Gwynedd Social Services but failing to act. She ‘retired’ on the eve of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. I was told many years ago that Lucille Hughes was a former partner of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and had remained on good terms with him. She now sits on the Board of Trustees of CAIS, the charity that Jones founded and still chairs. Interestingly enough, despite all these meetings and correspondence about me, the one thing that no-one was doing was attempting to investigate the very serious complaints that I had made about the mental health services in north Wales. Instead it seems that a huge well-oiled machine went into action to ensure that my complaints were never investigated and to paint a picture of me as a phenomenally dangerous nutter. There was a key player involved in this in a way that I had never before realised – Dr X from Ysbyty Gwynedd. (For more background on Dr X please see blog post ‘A Very Cosy Relationship – and Some Serious Smears’. I am not naming him on this blog because he killed himself some four years ago and his widow, who was also a psychiatrist at Ysbyty Gwynedd, is still alive and living in north Wales.)

Whilst I was in Leicester I continued to pursue my complaints about the mental health services. This did not go unnoticed, although no-one was replying to my letters. The files released from my lawyers however have given me some idea of what was going on behind the scenes.

On 7 January 1988, Lucille Hughes wrote to Jackie Brandt and Keith Fearns to inform them that ‘today’ I had made a complaint about Brandt. Brandt had sectioned me in Ysbyty Gwynedd on 17 Sept 1986 and my representations about her gross incompetence were being ignored. (Please see blog post ‘A Very Cosy Relationship – and Some Serious Smears’ for details regarding this event.) I was getting nowhere with either Gwynedd Health Authority or the Mental Health Act Commission. So I wrote to Gwynedd Social Services who employed Brandt. Fearns was the co-ordinator of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, one of Brandt’s colleagues. I had never heard of him at the time that Lucille Hughes wrote this letter to him, but I later did encounter him (please see blog post ‘The Arfon Community Mental Health Team’ for more background on Fearns and his dreadful conduct) and heard many first hand accounts of his intimidating, aggressive, unpleasant behaviour. Fearns survived as a social worker in Gwynedd for decades, but some years ago he and his ‘team’ were finally investigated and I was told that he was dismissed for serious neglect of patients. He now works as a CBT therapist and has even written a book about CBT such is his expertise.

Although Fearns had never met me, on the day that Lucille wrote to him and Brandt notifying them that I’d complained about Brandt, Fearns wrote a letter to Alun Davies (Administrator for the psychiatric services at Ysbyty Gwynedd) telling him that he knew that Davies was ‘collecting examples of [my] behaviour’ and that he hoped that Davies ‘will add these to your list’ (there is no indication in the files as to what these ‘examples’ are). Fearns stated that they wanted a ‘procedure’ to prevent me from entering the building where the Arfon Team were based and that ‘we would of course seek the assistance of the police in exploring any authority policy to preclude her access’. So upon receiving my complaint about Brandt, rather than responding to the complaint, the first reaction of Gwynedd Social Services was to collude with Alun Davies (who had been involved in the sectioning of me by Brandt) and to call for police ‘assistance’.

On January 27 1988 Brandt wrote to Mr W. Oswyn Rees (Area Officer for Arfon Area Office, Gwynedd Social Services) defending her conduct on the day that she sectioned me. Brandt’s letter was also signed by Fearns. This letter was copied to Mr R. Evans (I assume that this is a reference to Rob Evans, Assistant Director, Gwynedd Social Services) and Mr R. Evans (Legal Dept, Gwynedd County Offices).

The files contain a copy of a letter to Alun Davies from H. Ellis Hughes, the County Secretary and Solicitor for Gwynedd County Council, dated 9 February 1988, although this letter contains the instruction to ‘ask for Ron Evans’. The letter is regarding me writing to Brandt and asks Davies for ‘information that you might consider useful’. However there is a handwritten note on this letter saying ‘sent on 22/2/88 R’. Presumably ‘R’ is Ron. But why did Ron not send this letter until 22 February if it was typed up on the 9 February? Here’s a clue. The files contain another document dated 22 February 1988, that is a ‘report’ written by Bob Ingham, a CPN with the Arfon Team. This ‘report’ is Ingham’s version of a visit that I made to the Arfon Team’s offices in an attempt to get some answers from Brandt. I remember the incident well. Ingham wedged himself in the hall to bar my way and at one point grabbed me by the arm and dragged me along for a few yards. I told him that he was assaulting me and he then rang the police to report me for ‘threatening’ them all. When I asked him who he was he refused to tell me but just said ‘I’m in charge here’. The police did not arrest me because they were of the opinion that I hadn’t broken any law. Ingham’s report states that Brandt ‘had been advised’ not to speak to me or answer my letters. Ingham notes that he ‘liased with Ysbyty Gwynedd’ about the incident and that he spoke to Mr Campbell and Dr X about the situation. Mr Campbell was presumably Mr D. Campbell, Assistant Director of Nursing at Ysbyty Gwynedd and Dr X was the psychiatrist who told Brandt to section me on September 17 1986.

On 2 March 1988  Fearns wrote a letter to W. Oswyn Rees (the Arfon Area Officer, Gwynedd Social Services) referring to me having been bound over to keep the peace. (This had been the result of the charge of ‘threatening behaviour’ that the mental health services had brought against me.) Fearns states in his letter to Rees that ‘the staff group here would therefore strongly urge both [Gwynedd] County Council and the area Health Authority to pursue this matter legally as [my] behaviour appears to be in breach [of court orders] and as such may be interpreted as contempt of court…’ Now I do not remember any Court Orders against me at that time that I was breaching by either writing to Brandt or visiting her office. Yet a man who had never met me was urging legal action against me by both Gwynedd Social Services and Gwynedd Health Authority, allegedly at the behest of a ‘staff group’ most of whom I’d also never met except for one whom I’d made a complaint about. Fearns’s letter was copied to Rob Evans (Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services) and Ron Evans (of the Legal Dept, Gwynedd County Council). One week later, on 9 March 1988, Lucille Hughes (Director, Gwynedd Social Services) wrote to the County Secretary and Solicitor, but sent it as FAO Ron Evans of the Legal Dept. Lucille made reference to a copy of a ‘report’ by Fearns of 2 March, regarding me visiting the Arfon Team’s offices on 22 February 1988. (So Fearns had helpfully compiled a ‘report’ about an incident that he did not witness and which occurred when he was not even in the building.) Lucille asks Ron ‘Do you feel that all appropriate steps have now been taken to protect our staff…Can you advise on any aspect of the case which you feel still causes you concern?’ A copy of this letter was sent to W. Oswyn Rees – who of course the week before had been urged by Fearns to prosecute me for contempt of court. And it seems that Ron Evans from Gwynedd County Council’s Legal Dept was right at the centre of all this – and there seemed to be a hotline between Lucille Hughes and Ron.

In June 1988 I was admitted to one of the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd when I was visiting north Wales. For once this was not as a result of unscrupulous people breaking the law, but as a result of a very helpful nursing officer who used to work at Ysbyty Gwynedd (the same nursing officer mentioned in blog post ‘A Very Cosy Relationship – and Some Serious Smears’ who, after a junior doctor made a statement to the police maintaining that I had ‘attempted to stab him’ saved my bacon by making a statement saying that he was in the room at the time and I had done no such thing). I was depressed with suicidal feelings and accepted the nursing officer’s offer of a bed on the ward – of course I had no idea at the time what was happening behind the scenes and my perception then was that the main problem in north Wales was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and his regime at Denbigh and to a lesser extent an incompetent social worker and a number of junior doctors who didn’t know what they were doing. Whilst I was on the ward, the consultant who had been allocated to me on a temporary basis wrote to another consultant who was taking over my care. On 23 June she wrote to a Dr Devakumar stating that ‘[I had] been relatively co-operative whilst on the ward…..she claims and expresses continued paranoid ideas regarding one particular consultant psychiatrist’. I presume that she was referring to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. This statement is fascinating because the doctor who wrote it used to work at the North Wales Hospital herself and found things there so horrific that she worked very hard to escape to Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Among the documents from the files there is also another letter that seems to have been written in the summer of 1988. This is a letter from Dr X to his solicitor Ann Ball of Hempsons, the lawyers used by the Medical Defence Union. The letter from Dr X indicates that although Ann Ball had advised him to take no further legal action against me he was clearly thinking of asking her to invoke his existing injunction against me. (For the background as to how this injunction was obtained please see blog post ‘A Very Cosy Relationship – and Some Serious Smears’.) This was not the only letter that I have read written by Dr X and his wife demonstrating that they were ignoring their own legal advisors. There were angry letters written by them in previously released files berating their legal advisors for not understanding how ‘dangerous’ I was when Dr X and his wife were being told very frankly by their lawyers that they seemed to be over-reacting.

Dr X was not the only person over-reacting. There is a truly splendid letter written by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones to Huw Thomas (General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority) dated 24 June 1988. This letter is Jones’s rather florid account of an encounter that he had with me in an open-plan secretaries office in Ysbyty Gwynedd when I asked him some questions that he didn’t want to answer. He made a fist and raised his arm and I thought that I was about to get thumped – so I told him that it wouldn’t be a good idea to assault me because there were witnesses present (although from what these documents suggest, Jones could have murdered me on the spot and no-one would have remembered seeing a thing). Jones lowered his arm and with a wonderful bit of ham-acting asked one of the secretaries to call someone to ‘accompany Sally back to the ward’. But Jones’s letter tells a somewhat different story. He states that ‘ [I] accosted [him] in a menacing way in the typing pool…she has repeatedly made threats and there is a general feeling among the consultant psychiatrists that she is a potential hazard…it is disturbing that she is able to wander seemingly at will and quite unsupervised…when she is quite obviously a problem of grave concern…’ Jones continues in a similar vein, alleging that Ysbyty Gwynedd is attempting to do a job for which it is not equipped ie. cater for a dangerous nutter like me. There is a letter dated 29 June to Huw Thomas (General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority) written by Mr D. Campbell (Assistant Director of Nursing at Ysbyty Gwynedd) which is clearly a response to the rant that Jones had sent a few days earlier. Mr Campbell refers to a memorandum that Jones had sent Huw Thomas and comments that he is ‘concerned about the second paragraph’ and refers to a conversation with a nursing officer ‘about his remarks to Dr Jones’, so there was obviously some allegations flying around between the staff. Mr Campbell states that I was a voluntary patient ‘and there was no need to confine her to the ward. Indeed any such confinement would have been illegal…supervision was relaxed as she was not seen as being a danger, either to herself or others…she has long-harboured a dislike of Dr Jones. Unfortunately their paths crossed and she took the opportunity to ‘bend his ear’…’ Mr Campbell copied this letter to a Mr J Caddell, Dr DA Jones, Dr X’s wife, Alun Davies and a nursing officer.

Mr Campbell’s letter to Huw Thomas seemed to have tipped Jones over the edge. On 5 July Jones wrote to Huw Thomas ‘I think this patient is potentially dangerous. I speak from extensive experience in working with patients with personality disorder and with the experience probably of more forensic work than many general psychiatrists. You may possibly be aware of occasions when she has seemingly offered menace to other doctors…several members of staff…have been subject to her verbal threats and persistent harassment…at least 5 or 6 names spring to mind as having been given cause for perturbation. The third paragraph of this letter is quite unacceptable. It was well known that she was lying in wait for me at my clinic….To suggest that there was a casual crossing of paths is quite misleading. I do not understand what Mr Campbell wishes to convey by his expression…’bend his ear’. There was certainly a distinct air of menace…This paragraph is distorted to the point of impertinence….This is a grotesque distortion of events….and misses the point of the potential hazard. I wrote to you in grave concern….this young woman may commit grave injury to herself or to some other person. I am sending copies of this correspondence to my consultant colleagues. I think there is danger in this case and I think the tone of this letter is quite unacceptable.’ Jones copied this letter to Dr X, Dr X’s wife, Dr Devakumar, Mr D. Campbell, Alun Davies and a nursing officer. So this was what happened when someone dared challenge Jones, although that person was in a senior role himself – the Assistant Director of Nursing at Ysbyty Gwynedd. (It is interesting that Jones relies on his ‘extensive experience’ with ‘personality disorder’ and ‘forensic’ patients to try and pull rank. One reason why Jones had such vast ‘experience’ was that he constantly diagnosed patients as having ‘personality disorders’, denounced them as ‘dangerous’ and had them arrested. Thus he constructed himself as an ‘expert’ in such matters.

It seems that Jones’s tactics had been very effective. Two days later, 7 July 1988, a letter was sent to Alun Davies from Dr X and Dr Devakumar. There was a reference to the correspondence that had been exchanged ‘about the recent upsetting incident involving [me]’ and a meeting was requested ‘between consultant medical staff especially Dr Jones who seems most at risk and the administration possibly with legal advisors also present’. Although this letter was signed by both Dr X and Dr Devakumar, the rest of the letter is written as though it was written by one person only. It continues ‘personally…I feel the only recourse is to law…with her history of assaults and the use of knives could lead to tragedy…Dr DA Jones has expressed his professional opinion that this lady poses a severe threat to him…the fact that she…has recently attempted to assault Dr DA Jones cannot be ignored…all the consultants would wish to see…a definite policy towards her….involve immediate police action…and recourse to an injunction both by the Health Authority and perhaps….through the Medical Defence Union…this lady is in fact a severe danger….it should be remembered that this lady has assaulted medical staff in the past….a tragedy could occur….’

So the Assistant Director of Nursing challenging Jones had resulted in the sending of letters from the consultant psychiatrists at Ysbyty Gwynedd stressing how severely dangerous I was, an opinion backed up by references to ‘assaults’ and ‘the use of knives’ – allegations which had previously been made by the psychiatrists at Ysbyty Gwynedd but had been demonstrated to be quite untrue when the police held investigations into these allegations. I note that Mr Campbell’s initial letter in which he was very clear that I was not a danger to anyone which so enraged Jones was not copied to Dr X or Dr Devakumar. Was this why they felt able to subsequently write lurid letters backing up Jones? There was clearly so much gossip and tittle tattle about me circulating around the mental health services that it would have been inconceivable that they hadn’t heard about Mr Campbell’s  letter, but if it hadn’t actually been copied to them they could plead ignorance. But a myth had been born – a myth of serious danger, of assaults and of attacks with knives. On 14 July Huw Thomas wrote to Jones thanking Jones for his letters ‘expressing your concern’ and telling him that Alun Davies was arranging a ‘multi-disciplinary meeting’ on 15 July to ‘discuss the problem’. There are no documents in the files revealing who was invited to this ‘multi-disciplinary meeting’ or who said what there – but in my experience when a multi-disciplinary meeting was held in the psychiatry dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd, it meant that social workers were invited too. What’s the betting that Keith Fearns attended this meeting to ‘discuss the problem?’

On 12 August 1988, by which time the multi-disciplinary meeting had presumably taken place, Mr PM Rees, an administrator from Gwynedd Health Authority, wrote me a letter in which he stated once again that they would not release my medical records. This letter makes reference to the letters that I had previously received from Keith Best MP and Mark Robinson (Under-Secretary of State for Wales) outlining the legal position ie. that doctors are usually willing to check the accuracy of records and that decisions as to whether they should be released rests with the doctor with responsibility for the patient’s care but the decision should be made in the patient’s best interests. (Which was very obviously not happening in my case.) The files also contain a copy of a letter from Alun Davies to me written in August 1988 refusing to release my records, again mentioning Mark Robinson and Keith Best.

People were clearly busy in August 1988. The files contain two letters that are both dated 24 August 1988. One was written by Dr X to Huw Thomas (General Manager, Gwynedd Health Authority).  This letter reveals that Dr X had acquired a new status – he signs the letter in his capacity as ‘Secretary to Consultant Psychiatrists’. Dr X refers to enclosing ‘relevant correspondence’ regarding me. He also refers to a letter from Mr Park, acting for AJ Beale, Solicitors to the Welsh Health Authorities, addressed to the District General Administrator, stating ‘it is with the advice of the Welsh Office that disclosure of the notes should only take place in the context of a Court Order under Section 33 or Section 34 of the Supreme Court Act 1981. It was then the Welsh Office had advised no disclosure of these notes together with the Medical Defence Union. It is the opinion of all the psychiatrists and the GP involved that disclosure of these notes would be harmful to the individual concerned…in view of the fact that this individual has a criminal record with two convictions for breach of the peace and assault…’ Dr X then mentions ‘two assaults against junior medical staff and an assault against a consultant psychiatrist recently…’  He then goes on to grumble that they’ve received no ‘legal guidance and protection’ and will therefore seek involvement of BMA representation. This letter which once more makes reference to assaults that never happened also manages to lie about my ‘criminal record’ – a criminal record that was only ever gained in the first place because Dr X and his colleagues insisted on pressing charges against me for ridiculous ‘offences’. This is then used to justify refusing me access to my records – records which we now know contained details of law breaking and the most unscrupulous behaviour by mental health professionals in collusion with numerous other people. Dr X copied this letter to Dr X’s wife, Dr Devakumar, Dr DA Jones, Dr DGE Wood (my former GP, who had referred me to Dr T. Gwynne Williams the lobotomist, but who seemed to be still taking a very big interest me), Dr WB Davies (BMA) and Dr DJC Davies (Chief Administrative Medical Officer for Gwynedd Health Authority).

The other letter written on the same date was sent to Dr DJC Davies, Chief Administrative Medical Officer for Gwynedd Health Authority (who had been copied into Dr X’s letter described above), from Mr AH Chadwick of the BMA. Chadwick’s letter refers to a meeting in Dr DJC Davies’s office on 8 July 1988. This was the day after Dr X and Dr Devakumar sent the florid letter to Alun Davies regarding the danger that I posed to DA Jones, following Jones’s hissy fit when his idiocy had been challenged by the Assistant Director of Nursing. Chadwick writes ‘I expressed extreme concern re the antics of the above named lady. I also registered my concern with the apparent lack of positive involvement by the administrators at Ysbyty Gwynedd. I have today been requested by the four Consultant Psychiatrists for urgent assistance re the ongoing matter….received further alarming reports…informed of incidents of physical violence against both medical staff…there is an urgent need to arrange a meeting…between interested parties…legal representation from the Welsh Office and from the North Wales Constabulary are essential…If we do not receive a positive response to this letter by Friday 9 September we shall not hesitate to vigorously pursue this matter elsewhere.’

So the BMA were enlisted to exert yet more muscle regarding the battle against the ‘dangerous psychiatric patient’ – who happened to have made some very serious complaints about the people who were telling as many people as possible how dangerous she was. And those complaints had still not been investigated.

But the pressure was working. On 2 September Mr PM Rees wrote to Dr X about me. The letter refers to the letter that Dr X wrote to Huw Thomas (General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority) on 22 August and states that it ‘has been passed to me for my attention’. He continues ‘you will…be aware that Dr Cedric Davies has received a letter…from Mr Chadwick of the BMA. I enclose a copy of a letter I have today sent to Mr Chadwick…I am attempting to arrange a meeting with representatives of the Legal Dept and the North Wales Police as requested’. Mr Rees reiterates that there is ‘no intention’ to disclose my notes to me. This letter was copied to Huw Thomas as well as to the Chief Administrative Legal Officer and Alun Davies.

Mr PM Rees wrote another letter on 14 September, this time to Dr Devakumar, confirming that he had ‘as requested, through the BMA, arranged a meeting with Chief Inspector Parry of North Wales Police to discuss the problems posed by [me]’. Rees states that he hopes that Devakumar attends the meeting on 18 September. He continues ‘I have been in contact with the Authorities Legal Advisor Mr Andrew Park in the Welsh Office…[who] needs further information about [me]…he will be willing to travel to Bangor to discuss matters personally’. This letter was copied to the Chief Administrative Medical Officer, to Alun Davies and to AH Chadwick of the BMA.

All this was not sufficient for Alun Davies however. One of the documents from the files is a note from him dated 30 September in which he makes reference to an article that he has seen in the Times regarding ‘a new criminal offence – poison pen letters which may be appropriate for this particular case’. The files contain another (undated) document compiled by Alun Davies which seems to have been written about this time. This is a letter from Davies to Chief Inspector Parry, North Wales Police, Bangor, stating that he is enclosing ‘a copy of a letter’ from me to Jones. Davies makes reference to Parry ‘advising’ them recently.

 By this time the mental health services in north Wales might have had a reason to have been going into overdrive and working very hard to involve as many people as possible to promote the myth that I was a dangerous nutter who should not be believed at any costs. Because my complaints had not been investigated properly by either the Mental Health Act Commission or Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities, I had requested an Independent Professional Review. I’m not sure if this option still exists in the UK NHS complaints procedure, but back then, if a serious complaint had not been resolved to the satisfaction of the patient, one could request an Independent Professional Review, in which the complaint would be reviewed by independent practitioners from outside the geographical area. I think that the granting of such a Review was discretionary – I seem to remember someone telling me that someone must have been very concerned at what had happened to me for me to have been granted an Independent Professional Review. I hoped that finally, some light would be shed on the appalling practices in north Wales. The man appointed to set up the Review was a Professor Robert Owen, a surgeon from Cardiff. I met Professor Owen and he gave me the impression of being someone who was very unhappy with what seemed to have been going on and who was determined to get to the bottom of it. I remember him commenting to me that ‘David Jones [Dafydd Alun Jones’s real name] may run rings around everyone else but he’s not going to run rings around me’. Internally I breathed a sigh of relief. However, something was happening that Brown always told me that he suspected was going on but that I had no evidence of until I read the newly released documents last week. Professor Owen was doing an awful lot of communicating with the people whom he was investigating and their colleagues.

The files reveal that on 28 November 1988 Dr X wrote to Dr DJ Jones, Area General Manager for  Clwyd Health Authority. Dr X makes reference to the fact that the Medical Ombudsman was now involved in my case ‘and that you are due to set up some form of enquiry into her care’. Dr X maintained that ‘consultation should take place between all parties because of the legal ramifications and history of assault…I enclose a summary of this lady’s behaviour up until August 1988. Since then Gwynedd Health Authority have met with Mr Park of the Welsh Office…Police are involved under the Malicious Communications Act…the Medical Defence Union are involved to enforce a High Court injunction’. Dr X expresses ‘concern’ that no contact regarding the enquiry has been made with Ysbyty Gwynedd or Brandt. He continues ‘the clinical notes should not be released to this patient by anybody…based on the advice of the Welsh Office Legal Department…it is felt by medical staff that serious harm might result to the patient and to others if they were released in any form…we would all be grateful for a clarification as to the nature and scope of the enquiry by the Ombudsman…I would be happy to provide any information as I am sure other colleagues would….it is important that he seeks it prior to proceeding any further…’ Dr X then bangs on about the risk that I was to staff. This letter was copied to Dr DJC Davies, Dr DA Jones, Alun Davies, Dr WB Davies (BMA) and the Medical Defence Union. So Dr X, who by now had a track record of making serious allegations about me that everyone, himself included, knew were not true, was offering ‘information’ to the enquiry and indeed stating that the Ombudsman shouldn’t proceed further until he had sought this ‘information’. Dr X introduces in this letter another allegation – that of police involvement under the Malicious Communications Act. I have never been charged with any offence under that Act – presumably my communications were not considered malicious enough. Dr X mentions the involvement of the Medical Defence Union to enforce an injunction – yet I have copies of letters demonstrating that Dr X was ignoring the advice of lawyers from the MDU with regard to this.

 Another document constitutes Gwynedd Health Authority notes made at a meeting held with the Welsh Office Legal Dept on 14 December 1988 regarding me. The following people were present at this meeting: Alun Davies, A Park (solicitor, from the Legal Dept at the Welsh Office), Dr X, Dr X’s wife, Dr DA Jones, Dr DJC Davies (Chief Administrative Medical Officer, Gwynedd Health Authority), Mr G Palmer (Chief Administrative Nursing Officer), Mr D Campbell (Assistant Director of Nursing), a nursing officer, Chief Inspector G Lloyd (North Wales Police), Robin Williams (administrator). Dr X and Dafydd Alun Jones ‘outlined in detail to Mr Park their involvement with [me[‘. Chief Inspector G Lloyd mentioned the Malicious Communications Act and stated that mail from me should be referred to the police ‘with a view to prosecuting [me] under this legislation’. Mr Park advised an injunction.

 So the people whom I had complained about or had vigorously supported those whom I had complained about all had a meeting with the legal representative from the Welsh Office and were offering ‘information’ to the man charged with setting up the investigation into my complaint. Mr Park from the Welsh Office was a lawyer – presumably he was therefore aware of how often the mental health services had broken the law in my case.

 But the mental health services clearly didn’t feel that they’d done quite enough to cover their tracks just yet. On 20 December 1988 Alun Davies wrote to PM Rees stating that he was forwarding my case notes and correspondence to Professor Owen. Davies states in this letter that before I was admitted to Denbigh, Dr DA Jones saw me at Bangor Police Station. This is not true. Jones did not see me or assess me in any way before I was admitted to Denbigh – he only turned up to speak to me several days after I’d been admitted. So Jones did of course break the law – people can only be detained under the Mental Health Act after they have been assessed by the appropriate people. No-one assessed me at all. So Professor Owen was about to be told another whopper.

An internal memorandum from Alun Davies dated 22 December 1988 was sent to the following people: Dr X, Mrs J Evans (who I think was a lawyer), a nursing officer, Dr DGE Wood, Mr PM Rees. Davies states ‘I have been contacted by Professor Owen who has been nominated to chair a Medical Review Enquiry Panel concerning complaints made by [me] to Clwyd Health Authority who in turn referred the matter to the Welsh Office Complaints Dept. Prof Owen believes that it would be helpful to have an informal meeting to discuss [me] and I therefore invite you to a meeting…on 4 Jan 1989….’ Davies notes that if anyone’s unable to attend, another date will be arranged.

So Professor Owen was appointed by the Welsh Office to investigate my complaint – after lawyers employed by the same Welsh Office had spent many, many months providing legal advice to the people that I was complaining about and telling them that under no circumstances should they release my records to me.

But there was someone else who was also keen to speak to Professor Owen. On 29 December 1988, Debra Lewis, secretary to Alun Davies, sent a letter to Professor Owen. In the letter she explained that she had been contacted by Dr DGE Wood, who couldn’t attend the meeting. (Regular readers will remember that it was DGE Wood who effectively started the ball rolling regarding me and the mental health services. Whilst I was still an undergrad, Wood had referred me to Dr T. Gwynne Williams, a retired lobotomist from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Wood subsequently told me that I ‘wasn’t allowed’ to complain when I raised extreme dissatisfaction with Williams.) Wood had left a message for Professor Owen telling him that Wood ‘has many details and correspondence he would like to discuss with you’. Wood was so keen to discuss these details and correspondence with Professor Owen that he provided a phone number and details of the morning which he’d left free in his diary in order for Prof Owen to ring him. I noticed something else interesting on this letter, which was sent to Prof Owen’s home address. I had assumed that Prof Owen lived in or near Cardiff. But he didn’t – he lived at Colwyn Bay. Not a million miles away from Denbigh. And in the area that was at that time covered by Clwyd Health Authority. So Professor Owen would have known all about Denbigh and Jones and the horrifying anecdotes doing the rounds locally. He would also have been living in close proximity to all the senior people in Clwyd Health Authority and may well have mixed with them socially.

So clearly the land was being carefully prepared for the ‘Independent’ Professional Review, which took place in March 1989. I shall blog about this soon.

 Previously this blog has discussed the emerging links between the problem of the serious abuse of children in care that was pervasive in north Wales and the problems in the mental health services in the region. Richard Webster wrote a now notorious book ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’ some years ago in which he maintained that the ‘secret’ was that there was no paedophile ring at all and that Bryn Estyn was merely another rather mediocre children’s home. Webster died a few years ago, but a blog that he wrote is still available online and is obviously being maintained by someone. This blog’s purpose seems to be to throw mud at Alison Taylor, the Gwynedd social worker who blew the whistle on the abuse that was happening. However, Webster’s blog very helpfully provides a ‘North Wales Timeline’ which lists a series of dates on which various events happened https://secretofbrynestyn.wordpress.com/north-wales-abuse-timeline-2/

It is interesting to compare the dates of certain happenings on Webster’s timeline with happenings in my life at those times. For example, at about the time when Jones was unlawfully banging me up in Denbigh, Alison Taylor was being investigated and was then suspended by her employers, Gwynedd Social Services. At about the same time that Alison Taylor was telling Margaret Thatcher that there was serious abuse happening in children’s services managed by the social services in north Wales, I was writing to Thatcher’s Ministers alleging that serious abuses were happening in the mental health services in north Wales. Alison Taylor was dismissed by Gwynedd County Council just a few weeks before Lucille Hughes busied herself writing letters about me and asking Ron Evans, a lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, if he had any ‘advice’ regarding me. At the beginning of 1988 Alison Taylor wrote to Tony Newton, the Health Minister, describing a brutal assault that she’d witnessed. At the beginning of 1988 Lucille Hughes and Keith Fearns started taking a very big interest in gathering ‘information’ about me in partnership with people from the mental health services with a view to bringing the full force of the law down upon my head despite the noticeable lack of serious crimes for which I had been convicted. Webster’s timeline also mentions that in 1988 Gordon Anglesea, the notorious former North Wales police officer who was last year imprisoned for abusing youngsters in care in north Wales but who has since died in prison, was promoted to Superintendent in the North Wales force in Colwyn Bay. The HQ of the North Wales Police was at that time in Colwyn Bay. As was Professor Owen. Webster’s timeline also mentions a man called Frank Beck, and notes that an investigation into Beck’s offending began in March 1989. Beck was a social worker in Leicester who was later convicted of serious offences against children. Allegations of organised child abuse in Leicester were made, involving other people as well as Beck, including Lord Greville Janner, a former Leicester MP. After Beck was convicted, a report was compiled that was highly critical of the management of Leicester Social Services in the 1070s and 80s. Social services work hand in hand with the mental health services in the UK. The first ‘independent expert’ who wrote a court report about me regarding my problems with the mental health services in north Wales who seemed to miss what was staring him in the face was Dr James Earp. Earp worked in Leicester.

I want to relate one more memory here that always troubles me. Readers may remember that some of the correspondence about me detailed in this post was copied to a man called Rob Evans, Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services. I met Rob Evans in person many years later when I eventually discovered the extent of Keith Fearns’s intervention in my life and complained about it. It was very obvious to me that Keith Fearns could have had Rob Evans for breakfast. As Rob Evans flailed around trying to find excuses for Fearn’s dreadful behaviour, he gave me a little speech about how practice in social work changes. As an example, Evans told me that when he worked in child ‘protection’, he used to take away the children’s shoes because if he didn’t they’d run away from the children’s home. Much more recently, I was reading the evidence that the people who were abused in children’s homes in north Wales gave at the trials. One man remembered not being able to run away from the home where he was being molested because his shoes had been taken away.