Those Who Are Ready To Serve

Some of my recent posts eg. ‘The Village’ and ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ and additions to my posts by the use of the ‘comments’ facility have mentioned how a number people in Somerset with links to the Tory Party who knew me before I went to UCNW (Bangor University) in 1981 found out about my battles with Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang and put this information to good use, receiving large quantities of dosh from persons unknown in return for their silence in the face of the horrific things which were happening to me and my friends as well as in return for their silence if I went to prison or was found dead.

I continue to receive information about – and yet more names of – those who knew me who decided to take advantage. I did notice at the time that a number of people whom I’d known in Somerset seemed to do spectacularly well for themselves, inexplicably so.  I have been told that less fortunate people who knew Brown and me who drifted into petty crime were paid to smear us and for info, but it was of course those who aspired and with influential connections whom I have been told really spotted the potential.

So let me introduce one of my playmates from when I was about six yrs old, along with some information regarding her later career – Janet Mitchell. Janet was Janet Sims when I knew her and most unusually for a girl in Somerset in those days, Janet became an engineer. Janet’s dad Fred Sims was a lecturer in mechanics at Bridgwater College. Janet wanted to follow in her dad’s footsteps, but had rather more academic aspirations so she aimed for an engineering degree. She didn’t do very well in her A levels, so she didn’t go to university after the sixth form, she took up an apprenticeship and completed academic qualifications when she was a bit older.

In 1982 Janet began working as an engineer at Westland Helicopters in Yeovil. Westland was a company which struggled all the way through the 1970s. It was a major news item on ‘Points West’ if somebody actually bought a helicopter, or even looked as though they might be reaching for their chequebook. In mid-1980s, by the time that Brown and I had begun writing to Ministers and the GMC about the Top Docs et al in north Wales, Westland became world famous as a result of the then Secretary of State for Defence Michael Heseltine’s robust support for the ailing company. People in Somerset thought it entirely reasonable that Heseltine seemed to be staking his career on the future of Westland, but the big wigs in politics and the London-based media ranted on about Heseltine’s inexplicable interest in a ‘small West Country company’.  It was a company which employed my former childhood playmate who’s mum and a few others knew what was happening to me at the hands of a branch of the Westminster Paedophile Ring and that had at some point been brought to Heseltine’s attention. Securing Heseltine’s backing was a real coup for Westland, it ailed no more and Janet’s career soon took off like a meteorite.

 

The Westland Affair involved Thatch and Heseltine going public over a Cabinet dispute with questions raised about whether the conventions of Cabinet Gov’t were being observed and about the integrity of senior politicians.

Westland was Britain’s last helicopter manufacturer and in 1985 was to be the subject of a rescue bid. Heseltine favoured a European solution, integrating Westland with a consortium including British Aerospace (BAe), Italian (Augusta) and French companies, but Thatch and the Trade and Industry Secretary, Leon Brittan, while ostensibly maintaining a neutral stance, wanted to see Westland merge with Sikorsky, an American company.

Heseltine refused to accept Thatcher’s choice and claimed that Thatcher was refusing to allow a free ministerial discussion about the matter, even suggesting she had lied about cancelling a scheduled meeting. When Heseltine was ordered to cease campaigning for his European consortium, he resigned and walked out of a Cabinet meeting in Jan 1986. Brittan was then forced to resign for having (on the orders of Thatcher’s aides, as he admitted some years later) previously ordered the leaking to the press of a confidential legal letter critical of Heseltine and for his lack of candour to the Commons about his efforts to persuade BAe to withdraw from Heseltine’s consortium. Thatcher’s survival as PM appeared to be in question, although she rode out the crisis. The episode was an embarrassment to Thatch’s Gov’t and undermined her reputation.

Now for the details of the scrap and those involved.

 

The rescue of Westland came as a great relief to the MPs in the area, Westland having previously been in deep trouble and an embarrassment. MPs with an interest included Tom King (Tory, Bridgwater), Paddy Ashdown (Lib Dem, Yeovil); Bob Boscawen (Tory, Somerton and Frome), David Heathcoat-Amory (Tory, Wells) and Jerry Wiggin (Tory, Weston-Super-Mare).

I have mentioned that Tom King was personally known to the people in Somerset who knew me and who received money in return for their silence, but at least one of them knew Jerry Wiggin as well and one of them aspired to get up close and personal with Paddy Ashdown, but I don’t know if that plan succeeded.

 

At the beginning of the Westland crisis Tom King was Secretary of State for Employment and his Minister of State was Sir Peter Morrison, who was abusing kids in north Wales, Cheshire as well as in other locations. On Sept 2, 1985, King was made N Ireland Secretary, where he was involved in concealing the scandal at the Kincora Boys’ Home, which was even worse than, but linked to, Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. On Sept 2, 1985, Peter Morrison was appointed Minister of State for Trade and Industry, under Secretary of State Leon Brittan – who was involved in the decisions regarding Westland…

Tom King was given a peerage in 2001, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published, as the voices denouncing it as a whitewash began to fade.

 

Sir Jerry Wiggin was a farmer who was on the right of the Tory Party, a member of the Monday Club and a supporter of Ian Smith in Rhodesia. Wiggin was something of a bon viveur with his own ‘set’, usually high-living and right-wing Sir Bufton Tuftons. I remember well the Sir Buftons from my youth. Wiggin’s judgement was doubted by senior Tories and ‘Private Eye’ called him ‘Junket Jerry’ because of his frequent trips abroad. In 1981 Wiggin became a junior Minister at the Ministry of Defence, covering the armed forces; it was left to him to defend the withdrawal of the naval ice patrol ship Endurance from the South Atlantic, which is often seen as having been the trigger for the Argentine invasion of the Falklands in 1982. Wiggin was dismissed from the post a year later. On the eve of a Gov’t reshuffle in June 1983, Wiggin anticipated a promotion and was surprised to be sacked. Despite his pleading and invocation of his experience as a major in the TA, Thatch was unmoved. It was speculated that she may have heard rumours that Wiggin was something of a ‘chancer’ who had diverted an RAF helicopter to visit a girlfriend. At the time, he and his wife Rosemary Orr had recently divorced and Wiggin claimed massive trauma.

Wiggin’s son from his first marriage, William, the Conservative MP for Leominster from 2001, was a year ahead of David Cameron at Eton and married a former girlfriend of Cameron’s. Wiggin’s son Thomas is an asset manager and his daughter Audrey an ‘executive coach’. Wiggin married for a second time in 1991 when Morella Bulmer – who had previously married into the family of the cider group – became his wife.

After Wiggin’s sacking, he ‘seemed to nourish a grudge’ against Thatch. In 1989 he voted for Sir Anthony Meyer when Meyer made a token challenge for the leadership, an extraordinary step given Wiggin’s political views. I have no idea whether Wiggin was aware of this, but Anthony Meyer knew about the havoc that Dafydd and the gang were causing in north Wales and Meyer not only decided to wound Thatch, but also fought a battle to prevent the toxic Beata Brookes, Dafydd and Lucille’s partner in serious organised crime, from becoming the MP for Clwyd West (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’).

Wiggin frequently rebelled in the Commons. In 1996 he defied the Whips over the Firearms Bill, which tightened the use of guns after the massacre of children in Dunblane. His objection was that the proposed level of compensation for those affected by the banning of firearms was inadequate, adding, ‘I am deeply ashamed of my government’. As indeed should he have been, but not for that reason.

Wiggin was knighted in 1993, at about the time (or shortly after) the North Wales Police wound up their investigation into child abuse in north Wales and announced that there was no evidence of a VIP paedophile ring in the region subjected to a high level cover-up. Wiggin retired from Parliament in 1997. Just as the Waterhouse Inquiry got going.

William Rees-Mogg, a former Editor of ‘The Times’, described Wiggin as ‘a shrewd politician — though perhaps closer to the intellectual tone of the rugby XV than of All Souls’. Mystic Mogg lived in Somerset himself whilst all this was going on.

 

I note that Jerry Wiggin was a junior Minister in the MoD at the time of the Falklands conflict. The village in Somerset where the people who knew me and received thousands of pounds in hush money also contained a family with two sons who had both joined the Army after leaving school – they both went to school with me. The older boy joined the Army first and then two years later his younger brother followed. The younger boy alleged the most terrible experiences – what would now be described as very, very serious bullying from NCOs, the sort of thing that was alleged to be happening at Deepcut. This young man was rash enough to try and give back what he was receiving – or at least claimed to be – and he belted an NCO. He was subjected to MoD disciplinary measures, but everything just backfired. He went wild, absolutely beserk, was transferred to what I think must have been a military prison and then there was some sort of Top Doc’s intervention. According to him, he was ferociously beaten constantly, kept naked in cells for days on end, denied contact with anyone etc. Eventually he was discharged and went straight home to his family, which was the first that they knew about it all, because he had not been allowed to communicate with anyone.

This young man’s father was a trade union activist – he was a farm worker who had been involved with the union for years – and he hit the roof when he heard what had happened. He approached the union movement, numerous politicians, lawyers, he really was determined to elicit an investigation into what had happened. He fought for quite a few years and got absolutely nowhere. Meanwhile, his eldest son, who seemed to get on much better in the Army, had been sent to serve in the Falklands conflict. When he returned to Somerset, he was angry and disillusioned with the Army, claiming that the other ranks had been put at risk by the incompetence of the officers and that his mates had died as a result. No-one wanted to hear what he had to say – Somerset was True Blue and nearly everyone supported Thatcher’s adventure in the South Atlantic. This man was viewed not as a voice from the front line but as a wicked traitor.

I don’t know how much substance there was in the allegations made by the two sons of this family, but I imagine that the same politicians who spent years doing the most disgusting deals in order to keep a lid on Dafydd et al crushed these two young men and their family underfoot.

 

Jerry Wiggin was the MP for Weston-super-Mare. Jeffrey Archer grew up there and his mother used to write a column on the ‘Weston Mercury’. When Archer was given a peerage, he became Lord Archer of Weston-super-Mare. I imagine that he will have retained many links with the area, despite being based in Cambridgeshire and London. Archer and his wife had a number of connections with people known to Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’). Peter Morrison succeeded Tuppence as Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party.

 

Paddy Ashdown, the MP for Yeovil at the time, is a former Royal Marine who was in the SBS and worked as an intelligence officer with MI6. Yeovil was Paddy’s wife Jane’s home town and in 1976 when Paddy was selected as the Liberal Party’s prospective parliamentary candidate for Yeovil, he took a job with Normalair Garrett, then part of the Westland Group. Paddy wasn’t elected until 1983. In 1981 he became a youth worker with Dorset County Council’s Youth Service, working on initiatives to help the young unemployed.

In the early 1980s, Rob Evans, the senior manager in Gwynedd Social Services with responsibility for child protection when the children’s services in Gwynedd hosted a paedophile ring, had been a social work Team Manager in Dorset. In 1992 Evans was given responsibility for managing the community mental health services in Gwynedd. Patients were threatened, assaulted and fitted up for crimes by mental health staff. The area had one of the highest suicide rates in the UK. Complaints were never investigated and even when Evans condescended to meet patients who had the most terrible experiences, Evans simply talked around the subject and nothing was ever resolved (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

Paddy Ashdown knew about Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and the numerous other Parliamentary molesters. He knew about the biggest, most dangerous bag of shit of all, Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast, as well as much else because of his work with MI6. Paddy was living the high life in Geneva before he rocked up scratching a living in Yeovil. It wasn’t an obvious career move and it is highly probable that Paddy had been deployed to the West Country by the security services because of Thorpe’s shenanigans in north Devon at the time. At the time of Westland, David Steel was leader of the Liberal Party and the Liberals had formed their Alliance with Dr Death’s bunch. David Steel was told about Cyril Smith abusing boys and ignored it and Dr Death was mates with some of the Top Docs in north Wales with whom I was having such terrible problems. Paddy became leader of the newly merged party, the Lib Dems, in 1988 and was always a one for attempting back room deals with the paedophiles’ friends in a desperate attempt to get into Gov’t.

At the time of the Westland Affair, the brother of the former Liberal MP John Pardoe lived in the same village as those receiving the dosh to keep quiet about events in north Wales. John Pardoe had been the MP for North Cornwall who lost his seat in 1979, because, it was perceived, as a result of his strong support for Jeremy Thorpe, who was at the time standing trial at the Old Bailey for conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman Scott (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). In the 1987 General Election campaign, John Pardoe was campaign manager for the SDP-Liberal Alliance. When he was at Cambridge, John Pardoe was in Footlights with Top Tosser Jonathan Miller, who was called upon himself to come to the rescue of the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

I have not been told that John Pardoe’s brother was involved with those we know and love – Brown and me knew him quite well and liked him, we spent a summer working on his farm, as did friends of ours – but this was such a heap of crap with the security services and others nobbling people who knew Brown and me and either bribing them to shaft us or wrecking the lives of those who stood by us, that I would be very surprised if Robin, John Pardoe’s brother, had not been approached. Furthermore, Robin Pardoe’s son Simon was an Aberystwyth graduate who at that time was working for ILEA, an organisation which was complicit with kids from inner London being sent to children’s homes in north Wales and his daughter Rachel had recently graduated from Sussex University. I really don’t think that Dafydd’s protectors will have been able to resist the opportunity.

 

At about this time, a company which could only be described being run by crooks and spivs, FPS (Financial Planning Services), arrived in Somerset. For a short while one of the Somerset contingent known to me took a job as a ‘financial consultant’ with FPS. She was told at the time that FPS were conmen and after she had spent a few weeks working for them, this became evident. She did eventually wave a fond farewell to them, but not before she found out that one of the leading lights in FPS was a former SBS action man of a Paddy-type. The SBS man was also a complete thug who terrorised everyone and sexually exploited young women. Was he known to you Paddy? Because you were all down there near Yeovil at the same time.

If you were sent to Somerset on Lilibet’s secret service Paddy, you did a bloody awful job. DAFYDD!!?? For God’s sake, was he really worth protecting??

 

Robert Boscawen, Tory MP for Wells, was the fourth son of Evelyn Hugh John Boscawen, 8th Viscount Falmouth. Boscawen’s ancestors included PM Charles Grey, 2nd Earl Grey.

After serving in the British Army during WWII, Boscawen served during 1947-48 in Hamburg, with the British Red Cross civilian relief teams organised by his mother, Lady Falmouth, a Vice-Chairman of the Tory Party. From 1948, Boscawen spent two years with Shell Petroleum before joining the family-owned Cornish china clay business, Goonveen. He became a Lloyd’s underwriter in 1952. Boscawen’s political career began in 1948 when he joined the Young Conservatives.

Boscawen was a member of the Monday Club and was MP for Wells, 1970-83 and then, as the result of boundary changes, he moved over to the nearby constituency Somerton and Frome. Boscawen supported the restoration of capital punishment, drastic cuts in the welfare state and student grants, but opposed abortion. He also became a leading supporter of Ian Smith after Rhodesia’s Unilateral Declaration of Independence.

Boscawen was interested in the NHS and sat on its London Executive Council, 1954-65. He was on the backbenchers’ Health Services Committee and Vice-Chairman, 1974-79. So it wouldn’t have been too difficult for leading Tories to lean on Boscawen if they thought that Dafydd et al were about to be exposed.

Boscawen served as a Lord Commissioner of the Treasury from 1981. Peter Morrison had been Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1979-81, during which time Boscawen had been an Assistant Gov’t Whip.

Boscawen was Vice-Chamberlain of Her Majesty’s Household 1983-86 and Comptroller of the Royal Household until 1988. Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent most of her life as Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet.

Boscawen became a member of the Privy Council in 1992, the same year that he retired from the Commons. Days after his retirement, the Brighton firebomb killed the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Boscawen married Mary Codrington in 1949 and they had two daughters and one son, who followed him into the Coldstream Guards. Boscawen was a rower and yachtsman. He stroked the Trinity boat and rowed in the University trial eights. He was a member of the Royal Yacht Squadron and regularly sailed in international races, including the Fastnet.

 

Now here’s a funny thing. The MP who succeeded Boscawen in 1992, days before that firebomb did its best, was Mark Robinson. Mark Robinson was the man who wrote to me when I first raised concerns about Tony Francis, Dr D.G.E. Wood and Gwynne the lobotomist witholding my medical records from me and in the case of Gwynne, altering them. At the time, Robinson was the Tory MP for usually safe Labour seat of Newport West. He ended up writing to me because in 1985 Robinson was appointed a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, under Secretary of State Nicholas Edwards and it was Robinson who wrote to me after I paid a visit to Keith Best, the Tory MP for Ynys Mon, who was not only my constituency MP, but also a Minister in the Welsh Office (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). I had no idea at the time that Best was a crooked barrister who had previously lived in the Brighton area, had served as a Brighton Councillor when John Allen was trafficking kids in care in north Wales to brothels owned by Allen in Brighton and from the moment that Best arrived in north Wales concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. Indeed I expect that’s why Best was sent to Ynys Mon as part of the reinforcements to assist the paedophiles’ friends.

Nicholas Edwards was still Secretary of State for Wales at the time of the Westland Affair (see posts ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’).

Mark Robinson was born in Bristol to John Foster Robinson and Margaret, née Paterson. Mark Robinson’s father was High Sheriff of Avon in 1975, so he almost certainly knew Brown’s dad.

Dr D.G.E. Wood’s family came from Bristol, where his father worked as a Top Doctor. Wood went to medical school in Bristol. Lord David Hunt, who has spent most of his career concealing and colluding with Dafydd and the gang, did his degree in law at Bristol University and then in 1970 unsuccessfully contested Bristol South for the Tories. For some unfathomable reason, in the 1973 Birthday Honours Hunt was awarded an MBE for ‘political services in the west of England’. After unsuccessfully contesting Kingswood in 1974, Hunt was sent to contest the Wirral in a by-election in 1976 to provide back-up for Dafydd’s Merseyside arm. Hunt subsequently provided the best of services to the paedophiles’ friends for decades, in his various roles at the Welsh Office and in his capacity as an international lawyer acting for the MDU and others.

By the mid-1970s, John Allen and others were flocking into north Wales purchasing isolated old buildings which were converted into children’s homes or residential schools. Nearly all of these establishments were part of the same paedophile ring. After the Children Act 1975, business really boomed. The Children Act 1975 was the work of Leo Abse who skilfully bullied and manipulated others into getting it onto the statute books. It was Dr Death who was roped into doing the crucial bit, introducing the private member’s bill that was necessary. See posts ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ and ‘The History, Boys…’. Just before the Act was passed, Peter Morrison was selected as the Tory candidate for Chester, was then elected and a local authority reorganisation resulted in the creation of Gwynedd and Clwyd County Councils, which kicked off with Chief Executives David Alun Jones and T.M. Hadyn Rees respectively (see posts ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’). North Wales had opened for business as a production line for trafficked young people.

 

John Robinson’s family ran ES & A Robinson, the paper and packaging conglomerate that later became Dickinson Robinson Group. Apart from paper, the Robinsons were famous for cricket: Mark Robinson’s grandfather, Sir Foster Robinson, was captain of Gloucester; other members of the family played for, and captained, Gloucestershire. Mark Robinson was educated at Harrow and Christ Church, Oxford, where he read Modern History.

Mark Robinson spent six years at the UN: at the UN Relief Operation to Bangladesh; in the Office of the Under-Secretary General; and in the Office of the Secretary General, Kurt Waldheim. From 1977–83 Robinson was Assistant Director in the Office of the Commonwealth Secretary-General, who was then Sir Shridath Ramphal.

 

‘Sonny’ Ramphal was born in British Guiana. After attending schools in Georgetown, Ramphal studied law at King’s College London and was called to the bar at Gray’s Inn in 1951. So Sonny will have known Sir William Mars-Jones, who grew up in Denbighshire, a leading light at Gray’s Inn who was a mate of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and President of UCNW. Mars-Jones and his family in north Wales provided years of protection for Dafydd et al.

As a pupil barrister Ramphal worked with the British politician and lawyer Dingle Foot. Sir Dingle Foot was born in Plymouth and was Liberal MP for Dundee, 1931-45. He joined the Labour Party in 1956 and was the Labour MP for Ipswich, 1957-70. John Allen came from Ipswich before arriving in north Wales in the late 1960s and opening the Bryn Alyn Community. Ipswich was also the base of Dr John W. Paulley and his wife. Paulley carried out harmful experimentation on his patients and Paulley’s wife ran a counselling and family therapy centre, which I suspect concealed organised abuse. Paulley was involved with the establishment of the University of Buckingham. See post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ for further information on Paulley and his network.

Dingle Foot was Solicitor General, 1964-67, in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t. Wilson’s Gov’t concealed the abuse and criminality in north Wales and of course the sexual offences of George Thomas, who got on very well with Harold Wilson. Thomas was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office whilst Dingle was Solicitor General. The Secretary of State for Wales above Thomas was Lord Cledwyn, Labour MP for Anglesey, 1951-79 and friend of the Windbag and his extended family (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

Dingle Foot was the eldest son of Isaac Foot, solicitor and founder of the Plymouth law firm, Foot and Bowden. Isaac was Liberal MP for Bodmin, 1922-24 and again from 1929-35 and also a Lord Mayor of Plymouth. Dingle’s brother was Michael Foot, who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang and of course of George Thomas (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’). Another brother was Lord John Foot, a Liberal politician; another was Hugh, Lord Caradon, Governor of Cyprus and British Ambassador to the UN and yet another brother was Christopher, a solicitor who joined the family firm. Dingle also had two sisters. His nephew, Hugh’s son, was the journalist Paul Foot. Who campaigned on behalf of many people experiencing injustices but not anyone who was the victim of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles or their friends.

Dingle Foot died on 18 June 1978 in a hotel in Hong Kong, after choking on a bone in a chicken sandwich. I don’t know if anyone actually witnessed his death. Peter Morrison, who had been the Tory MP for Chester since 1974 and who was looking forward to a Cabinet career when his mate Thatch became PM, must have been quite relieved when old Dingle pegged out. As must have been a great many other people, who weren’t Labour supporting paedophiles like George Thomas, but were paedophiles who supported the Tories. Croesor in north Wales was a village where many radicals and activists on the left spent the summer and they knew about Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Village’). Bertrand Russell, who lived in nearby Penrhyndeudraeth, was friends with some of this crowd and he knew about Dafydd et al as well. I suspect that Dafydd proved quite useful to Russell. Many of the Croesor contingent were lefties who knew Michael Foot and would have been delighted to bring Thatcher down, but the problem was that many people on the left were colluding with the sexual exploitation of young people as well.

 

Dingle’s pupil barrister Ramphal also studied law at Harvard. Ramphal started his legal career as a Crown Counsel in the Attorney-General’s Office in 1953, becoming Solicitor-General and then Assistant Attorney-General of the short-lived West Indies Federation. After a period in private practice in Jamaica he returned to Guyana in 1965 to be the Attorney General. Two years later Ramphal was also appointed Minister of State in the Ministry of External Affairs, later becoming Minister of Justice (from 1973) and Minister of Foreign Affairs (from 1972). In 1975 he left Guyana to be Commonwealth Secretary-General.

Ramphal served as the Chancellor of the University of Warwick, 1989-02, was at the University of the West Indies until 2003 and was then Chancellor of the University of Guyana. In 1995, along with Swedish PM Ingvar Carlsson – who became PM after the assassination of Olof Palme in 1986 – Ramphal was one of the co-chairs of the Commission on Global Governance. In the same year, the Commission on Global Governance produced a controversial report, ‘Our Global Neighbourhood’. The report was attacked because it calling for UN reforms that would increase the UN’s power. It was also criticised for the use of the term ‘global governance’ rather than ‘world federalism’.

The Commission on Global Governance was established in 1992 with the full support of the UN Secretary-General Boutros Boutros-Ghali, who oversaw the UN at a time when it dealt with several world crises, including the breakup of Yugoslavia and the Rwandan genocide. Neither of which were the UN’s finest hour.

 

Mark Robinson’s background at the UN and Commonwealth resulted in his appointment to the Foreign Affairs Select Committee after his election for Newport West in 1983, a position he held until in 1985 when Thatch transferred him to the Welsh Office. By 1985, I had already written to the GMC about Gwynne and raised concerns with UCNW (Bangor University) regarding his presence in the Student Health Centre. By that time Mary Wynch had been given leave by the Master of the Rolls Lord Donaldson to sue Dafydd et al after she was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and Alison Taylor had raised concerns about the abuse of children in care in north Wales.

At the time of the Westland Affair, Mark Robinson was still a Minister in the Welsh Office, colluding with Dafydd and the gang.

Robinson lost his seat at the 1987 General Election and was re-elected in 1992 for Somerton and Frome. By that time I and my two friends who worked in the media had been hounded out of our jobs (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’). Robinson was appointed PPS to the Minister for Overseas Development, Baroness Lynda Chalker and the Foreign and Commonwealth Secretary, Douglas Hurd. Robinson has since served as a Commonwealth election observer.

 

Lynda Chalker was Tory MP for Wallasey, 1974-92. Wallasey is a constituency in Dafydd’s Merseyside arm. Chalker was educated at Roedean, Heidelberg University, Queen Mary University of London and the Poly of Central London (now the University of Westminster). She worked as a statistician and market researcher, including a spell with Shell-Mex, before entering the Commons. Chalker held a number of Gov’t posts, including spell at the DHSS, 1979–82. Being a statistician, Chalker would have noticed the very high suicide rate in north Wales, the high number of deaths at Risley Remand Centre, the fact that Dafydd had more patients on 12 month sections than any other Top Doc in the UK and the enormous number of children in care from right across the UK who had been placed in the numerous children’s homes in north Wales. Chalker would have noticed the dire state of the finances at Gwynedd Health Authority and Clwyd County Council. She’d have known about Mary Wynch’s case as well because the shit hit the fan as a result of that in 1979-80.

Chalker served as a junior Minister at the Dept of Transport, 1982–83. In 1983 she became Minister of State at Transport and she was Minister for Europe, 1986-89. Professor Oliver Brooke of St George’s Hospital Medical School was jailed for the possession of child porn in Dec 1986. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring and was involved in an international trade in child porn. Brooke’s colleagues at St George’s continued to facilitate and collude with Dafydd et al in north Wales and a paedophile ring in south London. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where he took kids in care ‘for holidays’ and Dafydd ‘held clinics’ in France.

Chalker was Minister for Overseas Development and Africa, 1989-97.

In June 1974, Chalker was awarded an Honorary Citizenship from President Guebuza for services to Mozambique.

Chalker was given a peerage in 1992, after losing her seat in the General Election, days before that Brighton firebomb.

Chalker is the Founder and President of Africa Matters Limited, an ‘independent consultancy providing advice and assistance to companies initiating, developing or growing their activities in Africa’. She is a member of the international advisory board of Lafarge, a French company which produces cement, aggregates and concrete. The victims of Dafydd probably end up in their products as parts of flyovers. Chalker sits on the Board of Trustees of the Investment Climate Facility for Africa. She is a Consultant for Uganda’s Presidential Investors Roundtable (PIRT) that advises the President Yoweri Museveni of Uganda, on ways to improve Uganda’s investment climate and competitiveness.

Chalker is a founding Member of the Global Leadership Foundation, an organisation which works to ‘support democratic leadership, prevent and resolve conflict through mediation and promote good governance’ in the form of democratic institutions, open markets, human rights and the rule of law. Chalker’s having great success on that front then. The Global Leadership Foundation achieves its aims ‘by making available, discreetly and in confidence, the experience of former leaders to today’s national leaders’. Is Blair involved? It sounds like the sort of thing that would appeal to him. The Global Leadership Foundation ‘is a not-for-profit organisation composed of former heads of government, senior governmental and international organisation officials who work closely with heads of government on governance-related issues of concern to them.’

Chalker is a Member of the Board of Trustees of Sentebale, a ‘charity set-up to reach Lesotho’s neediest children, many of whom are the victims of extreme poverty and the HIV/AIDS epidemic of that area’. Chalker founded the Chalker Foundation, which seeks to support the improvement of healthcare in Africa. Somehow I doubt that the needy children of Africa are going to benefit from Lynda’s largesse.

Chalker held the position of Non-Executive Director and Chairman of the Corporate Responsibility and Reputation Committee for Unilever, retiring in May 2007 having served three terms of three years. She joined the Board of Unilever as an Advisory Director in 1998, becoming a Non-Executive Director in 2004.

Professor Fergus Lowe’s empire at the School of Psychology at Bangor University was built on the back of huge grants from the ESRC and Unilever in 1992 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Fungus created his empire by overthrowing Dafydd’s influence in the School and then holding everyone who had colluded with or concealed Dafydd’s crimes over a barrel. Including Liverpool University, Dafydd’s alma mater, which employed – and continues to employ – many of Dafydd’s friends and associates. Philip Lever – Lord Leverhulme – was an advisory Director of Unilever  and was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1980-93 (see post ‘Heart of Darkness’).

Dr Death was MP for Plymouth Sutton and Plymouth Devonport, 1966-92 and was friends with some of the Top Docs associated with Dafydd and the north Wales gang. The Foot family were still very much a presence in Plymouth when Dr Death was the MP down there. Dr Death was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09.

 

Lynda Chalker has served on the Africa Advisory Board of Renaissance Capital. She is a former Chairman of the Medicines for Malaria Venture and a former Non-Executive Director of Group Five. Chalker was shortlisted for the Grassroot Diplomat Initiative Award in 2015 for her work with ‘Africa Matters’.

In 2018, it was announced that Chalker would take over as President of the Royal Geographical Society.

Here she is, lest any disadvantaged children encounter her and need to run for their lives:

Official portrait of Baroness Chalker of Wallasey crop 2.jpg

 

Lynda Chalker holds the 20th-century record for continuous Gov’t service, along with Kenneth Clarke, Malcolm Rifkind, Tony Newton and Patrick Mayhew, as she held office for the entire duration of the Conservatives’ 18 years in power. Clarke, Newton and Mayhew knew about the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and elsewhere, saw mountains of documentary evidence and actively concealed everything for years.

 

Chalker succeeded Ernest Marples as MP for Wallasey. Ernest Marples was a Minister under Macmillan and Douglas-Home throughout the Tory Gov’t, 1957-64. Marples was embroiled in much controversy throughout his political career, as a result of allegations of conflict of interest and dodgy financial deals, often involving companies which had been given Gov’t contracts.

In the late 1940s Marples was a director of a company called Kirk & Kirk, which was a contractor in the construction of Brunswick Wharf Power Station. Marples met civil engineer Reginald Ridgway, who was working as a contractor for Kirk & Kirk. In 1948 the two men founded Marples Ridgway and Partners, a civil engineering company. The new partnership took over Kirk & Kirk’s contract at Brunswick Wharf and in 1950 Marples severed his links with Kirk & Kirk. Marples Ridgway’s subsequent contracts included building power stations in England, the Allt na Lairige dam in Scotland, roads in Ethiopia and (significantly) England as well as a port in Jamaica. The Bath and Portland Group took over Marples Ridgway in 1964. Brunswick Wharf Power Station (also known as Blackwall) was built by Poplar Borough Council after WW II. Poplar was a borough where the organised abuse of children had existed for generations – by the 1970s, those children were being sent to children’s homes in north Wales.  By the 1990s, the stench of the scandal was so bad that people in north Wales and very rich high places in London were busy scratching each others backs to ensure that the truth never emerged (see posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’).

Blackwall Power Station was built for the BEC (British Electricity Company), the predecessor of the CEGB. Walter McLennan Citrine, 1st Baron Citrine was Chairman of BEC/CEB (Central Electricity Board), 1947-57. Citrine was a leading British and international trade unionist. He was General Secretary of the TUC, 1926-46 and helped transform the Labour Party into a substantial force for government from 1939. Citrine was also President of the then influential International Federation of Trade Unions (IFTU), 1928-45. He was joint Secretary of the key TUC/Labour Party National Joint Council from 1931 and a Director of the UK ‘Daily Herald’, 1929-46, a mass circulation Labour paper.

Citrine was highly influential in the Labour movement. His involvement helped secure its recovery after the crushing defeat which followed the fall of the British Labour Gov’t in 1931. Citrine played a key role from the mid-1930s in reshaping Labour’s foreign policy, especially as regards re-armament and through the all-party anti-Nazi Council in which he worked with Churchill.

Citrine strengthened the TUC’s influence over the Labour Party. After Ramsay MacDonald formed a coalition with the Tories to force his policies through, Citrine led the campaign to have MacDonald expelled from the party. Citrine later supported the Attlee Gov’ts policy of nationalisation and served on the National Coal Board as well as Chairman of the CEB.

Citrine was in Liverpool and left school at the age of 12. He was a member of the ILP from 1906 and joined the Electrical Trades Union (ETU) in 1911. He was soon the leading activist for the ETU in Merseyside, the first full-time District Secretary in 1914, a post he served in until 1920, gaining much experience negotiating with major employers all round Birkenhead docks, as well as with electrical contractors in the area. Citrine became Secretary of the regional Federation of Engineering and Shipbuilding Trades (FEST) in 1919 and was elected Assistant General Secretary of the ETU in 1920. In 1924, he was appointed Assistant General Secretary of the TUC. Citrine was an enthusiastic acting General Secretary of the TUC during the General Strike of 1926 and was confirmed in that position afterwards.

With other leading figures, such as Ernest Bevin, Citrine helped change the face of British trade unionism. They took the unions from class conflict rhetoric to co-operation with employers and Gov’t in return for union recognition and industrial advances, ie. ‘from Trafalgar Square to Whitehall’.

Citrine accepted the position of Privy Councillor and this gave him total access to Churchill, the then Prime Minister and considerable influence with all Ministers on behalf of the TUC throughout WW II. Who’d have thought that Walter Citrine, born into the working classes on Merseyside and who left school at 12 would be sitting there drinking Chateau de Chasselas…

Citrine acted as an envoy for Churchill with the U.S and Soviet trade unions. This strengthened the position of the Labour ministers in Churchill’s Gov’t of 1940-45 which greatly assisted Labour’s election in 1945.

Citrine’s battled with the Communist International (the Comintern) after the General Strike. The Communist Party of Great Britain (CPGB) and its front organisation in the unions, the Red International of Labour Unions (RILU)/later the Minority Movement, blamed the TUC leadership for the defeat of the strike. Citrine exposed this attempt by the Comintern to subvert the leaders of the British trade unions and this helped isolate British communists in the trade unions and Labour Party.

Many of the summer visitors to Croesor in north Wales during the middle years of the 20th century and their friends and colleagues who knew what Dafydd et al were up to (see post ‘The Village’) were members of the Communist Party of Great Britain and will have known about Walter Citrine and his battles. Such as Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband.

Citrine had originally been a keen supporter of the Russian Revolution and trade with the Soviet Union. He was one of the first to visit the Soviet Union in 1925 and did so again in 1935, 1941, 1943 and 1956. However, as President of the IFTU, based in Berlin from 1931-6, Citrine saw the rise of Hitler and the destruction of the huge German trade union and labour movement as partly the fault of the communists’ divisive tactics. He and Bevin were determined to prevent such an occurrence in Britain and this perhaps gave them a heightened sense of communist conspiracy in their dealings with internal opposition within the unions and the Labour Party. This caused much hostility to him amongst minority Left forces, such as the Socialist League, which would colour the attitude of many on the Left to him thereafter. Michael Foot’s biography of Nye Bevan is indicative of this.

In April 1940 Citrine and his colleagues in the TUC sued the ‘Daily Worker’ (which later became the ‘Morning Star’) for libel. Mr Justice Stable found for Citrine and the TUC. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was friends with Justice Owen Stable’s son Philip. Citrine and his colleagues were awarded substantial damages and costs, but these were never paid, as the ‘Daily Worker’ changed publishers two days after the judgement. The TUC subsequently published the full judgement in a pamphlet by Citrine entitled ‘Citrine and others v Pountney: The Daily Worker Libel Case 1940’.

Citrine visited Finland in Jan 1940, at the height of its Winter War against the Soviet Union. In Oct 1941, a TUC delegation under Citrine’s leadership travelled to the Soviet Union as part of Churchill’s diplomatic efforts following the German invasion of Russia to bring the Soviet Union into the alliance against Germany.

It was at the invitation of the Minister of Fuel and Power, Manny Shinwell MP, that in 1946 Citrine was invited to join the newly nationalised NCB and given a welfare role for its then 700,000 or so miners (pithead baths, Summer Schools and machinery for joint consultation). Citrine served for a year until Shinwell again recommended his appointment as Chairman of the BEC (from 1955 the Central Electricity Authority) and in 1947, PM Attlee confirmed this appointment. Citrine served in this capacity for ten years, then remaining on the Board until 1962 in a part-time capacity.

Walter Citrine was given a peerage in 1946 and was an active attender of debates in the Lords in the 1960s.

 

In his capacity as Chair of the BEC/CEA, Walter Citrine will have been involved with Windscale Power Station. It is possible that Windscale was built by Marples Ridgway, but I haven’t been able to confirm this. On 10 Oct 1957 a fire at Windscale led to Britain’s worst nuclear accident. The reactors at Windscale had been built as part of the British post-war atomic bomb project. Windscale Pile No. 1 was operational in Oct 1950 followed by Pile No. 2 in June 1951. The 1957 fire burned for three days and there was a release of radioactive contamination that spread across the UK and Europe. On the morning of 11 Oct 1957, when the fire was at its worst, eleven tons of uranium were ablaze. Temperatures became extreme (one thermocouple registered 1,300 °C) and the biological shield around the stricken reactor was in severe danger of collapse.

The fire released an estimated 740 terabecqueres (20,000 curies) of iodine -131, as well as 22 TBq (594 curies) of caesium-137 and 12,000 TBq (324,000 curies) of xenon-133, among other radionuclides. Later reworking of contamination data has shown national and international contamination may have been higher than previously estimated. The Three Mile Island accident in 1979 released 25 times more xenon-135 than Windscale, but much less iodine, caesium and strontium. Estimates by the Norwegian Institute of Air Research indicate that atmospheric releases of xenon-133 by the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster were broadly similar to those released at Chernobyl and thus well above the Windscale fire releases.

Radioactive releases compared (TBq)
Material Half life Windscale Three Mile Island (compared to Windscale) Chernobyl Fukushima Daiichi
(atmospheric)
Iodine-131 8.0197 days 740 much less 1,760,000 130,000
Caesium-137 30.17 years 22 much less 79,500 35,000
Xenon-133 5.243 days 12,000 6,500,000 17,000,000
Xenon-135 9.2 hours 25 × Windscale
Strontium-90 28.79 years much less 80,000
Plutonium 6,100

 

The presence of the chimney scrubbers at Windscale was credited with maintaining partial containment and thus minimising the radioactive content of the smoke that poured from the chimney during the fire. These scrubbers were installed at great expense on the insistence of John Cockcroft and were known as Cockcroft’s Folly until the 1957 fire.

In 2007, tapes released to the BBC revealed that there had been a major cover-up regarding the Windscale fire and the reasons why this was. Scientists had been warning about the dangers of an accident for some time and the safety margins of the radioactive materials inside the reactor were being further and further eroded. Physicists at the Nuclear Research Laboratory in Harwell, Oxfordshire, were among those highlighting the potential dangers. However politicians and the military ignored the warnings; instead they increased demands on Windscale to produce material for an H-bomb. A succession of British PMs since WW II had been determined to persuade the Americans to share the secrets of their nuclear weapons with Britain. Harold Macmillan believed that if Britain could develop an H-bomb on the scale of the Americans, Britain would be treated as a nuclear equal and an alliance would be formed. At the very time that the fire at Windscale was being fought, with everyone involved unsure of whether they’d be able to bring the incident under control, Macmillan was arranging a summit in Washington. It laid the foundation of Britain’s ‘special relationship’ with the US.

Macmillan realised that if the American Congress knew that the fire at Windscale had been the result of reckless decisions taken in an attempt to produce an H-bomb, they might veto Macmillan’s and Eisenhower’s plans. Thus Macmillan covered up the true cause of the fire and issued a report saying that the accident had been caused by an ‘error of judgement’ by the Windscale workers. For 50 yrs, the official record on the accident was that the men who had in fact averted a potentially devastating accident were to blame for causing it. A subsequent inquiry cleared the Windscale workers.

 

Gov’t lies about the cause of the fire at Windscale might explain the roots of one of the many mysteries in which I have taken an interest. It does of course concern Dafydd. Before Dafydd embarked upon his glorious career in medicine at Liverpool University, in the early 1950s, he had already been thrown out of another degree course – I think that it was chemistry – at another university. Dafydd had been given a prestigious scholarship and the world was very angry when the Bethesda boy who had been given such an opportunity screwed it up. I don’t know why Dafydd was kicked out, but I expect that the wrongdoing involved will have been substantial, Dafydd doesn’t do things by halves. Yet somehow, after this huge disgrace that was very well-known and on his record, Dafydd subsequently bagged a place to do medicine at Liverpool – and the money to support himself while he did it. Back in Dafydd’s day, places at medical school weren’t as precious as they are now and medicine was not such a prestigious subject academically, but if one had previously buggered up a university place, one did not get another chance.

So how did Dafydd get through the doors of Liverpool University? It will have been nepotism because Dafydd and Liverpool Medical School only operate on nepotism, but knowing Dafydd, it won’t have been based on the nepotistic kindness of someone thought that he was a lovely young man who would make a good doctor. Dafydd will have had shit on someone so great that arms were twisted.

Before Dafydd went to Liverpool University, he worked at Windscale. The Legend of Dr DA that has been handed down through the Welsh mists tells us that it was whilst he was working as ‘an atomic scientist at Windscale’ that Dafydd decided that his future lay in medicine. Dafydd won’t have been an atomic scientist, but he was doing something at Windscale. Being Dafydd, if he was just cleaning the loos he’d have been creeping around variously ingratiating himself to or threatening people. Dafydd found something out whilst he was working at Windscale, which must have been very soon after Windscale opened, that had people jumping when he told them to jump for the rest of his life…

Dafydd’s adventures at Windscale might also explain why Gov’ts of all hues appointed nuclear physicists to preside over Top Docs when the Top Docs became even more uncontrollable than usual. Nuclear physicist Sir Alec Merrison Chaired an Inquiry regarding the pay and conditions of the Top Docs set up by Keith Joseph in 1973 (which reported in 1975) as well as the Royal Commission on the NHS, set up in 1976 by Barbara Castle, which reported in 1979. Barbara Castle as Secretary of State, along with her Health Minister Dr Death, allegedly chose Merrison to Chair the Royal Commission because he was a supporter of the NHS (see post ‘The History, Boys…’). It was of course nuclear physicist Lord Brian Flowers of Imperial College who was given domain over the Top Docs of London University whilst they committed huge research frauds and colluded with Dafydd’s sex trafficking gang.

Merrison and Flowers both had years of experience in the nuclear industry. Merrison had worked at the Atomic Energy Research Establishment Harwell, 1946-51. It was the physicists at Harwell who raised concerns about the dangerous design of/practices at Windscale. Merrison left Harwell for a post at the University of Liverpool. He was in that post when Dafydd was given a place to study medicine at Liverpool. Sir Alec Merrison remained at Liverpool until 1969, when he became VC of Bristol University. Dr D.G.E. Wood studied medicine at Bristol in the late 1960s and of course David Hunt had an association with Bristol University. Somehow I don’t think that Merrison being a supporter of the NHS will have been the driver behind him Chairing Royal Commissions concerning that organisation.

Even if Dafydd didn’t find out about the cause of the fire at Windscale, he probably did know that there had been some sort of cover-up. Dafydd would have also known something else that would have given him great blackmailing potential and ideas for his future business. That Ernest Marples, the MP for Wallasey, Minister in Macmillan’s Gov’t and the Director of the company that was building power stations and many other major infrastructure projects for the Gov’t, was using prostitutes. As of course were Harold Macmillan’s friends and Ministers (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Macmillan’s wife was enjoying herself with various people as well, including the Conservative politician Lord Bob Boothby, who was bisexual and hanging out with gangsters, including the Krays (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

 

When Lord Denning conducted his 1963 investigation into the security aspects of the Profumo Affair and the rumoured affair between the Minister of Defence Duncan Sandys and the Duchess of Argyll, Denning confirmed to Macmillan that the rumour that Marples regularly used prostitutes was true. The story was suppressed and did not appear in Denning’s final report. By that time, Dafydd was working at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and had been put in charge of the women’s wing. Nine hundred women, virtually all of them banged up because they had pregnancies which were inconvenient to other people or were saying things that might cause embarrassment to other people. For example that certain people were having sex with them or others when those certain people really didn’t want anyone to know that. Furthermore, not so far away from Denbigh, in Croesor were Sir Clough Williams-Ellis and his wife Amabel, who was a member of the Strachey family of ‘Bloomsbury set’ fame. Then there were all Clough’s friends who visited him or rented cottages on his estate, an assortment of alternatives and radicals. Including Bertrand Russell, who was highly sexually exploitative and had a few members of his family banged up on the grounds that they were insane as evidenced by their outrageous allegations about him (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’).

 

Ernest Marples was given a peerage in 1974, but then in early 1975 suddenly fled to Monte Carlo, just before the end of the tax year, fearing that he would otherwise be liable for a substantial tax bill.

The flight came at a time when Marples was facing problems on several fronts. Tenants of his block of flats in Harwood Court, Upper Richmond Road, Putney, were demanding that he repair serious structural faults and had threatened legal action. Marples was being sued for £145,000 by the Bankers Trust merchant bank in relation to an agreement made with the French company Ernest Marples et Cie. He was also being sued by John Holmes, the chartered surveyor and Director of Marples’ property company Ecclestone Enterprises, for wrongful dismissal and who was claiming £70,000 in damages. The Inland Revenue was demanding that he pay nearly 30 years back taxes on his residence in Eccleston Street, Belgravia, London, as well as capital gains tax on his properties in Kensington. In addition, in 1974, Marples had lost 130 cases of wine to a fire in a store he owned under a railway line in Brixton and he had been convicted of drinking and driving for which he received a one-year ban and a £45 fine.

Marples’s departure came in the wake of the failure of a plan to avoid paying tax on his properties by involving a Liechtenstein-based company with which he had been involved for more than ten years. He was to sell his Harwood Court block of flats for £500,000 to Vin International which would refurbish and sell them for between £2.25 million and £2.5 million. Marples would only be liable for capital gains tax at 30% on the transfer to Vin which, as an offshore company, would only be liable for stamp duty at 2%. The plan failed following the change of Gov’t in 1974. After reports of this plan were published in the ‘Daily Mirror’, the Treasury froze Marples’ assets in Britain. In Nov 1977, he paid £7,600 to the British government in settlement of his breach of exchange control regulations, following which Marples made a return to London.

Marples’ final years were spent on his 45-acre vineyard estate in Fleurie, France. He died in a Monte Carlo hospital on 6 July 1978.

 

It is only since researching for this blog post that I have found out who Marples was and the extent of his wrongdoing. But there is someone in north Wales who knew of Marples – the Hergest patient, F, whom I discussed in my posts ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ and ‘An Appalling Vista’.  F is the man who claimed to have detailed information about the death of Jimi Hendrix and F alleged medical negligence; it was F who was fitted up for drugs and violently assaulted by the North Wales Police and who then experienced a psychotic episode as a result and set fire to his house after being refused help by Til, the thuggish neighbour in Carneddi who worked for S4C; F who was then arrested by the officers who had fitted him up and was detained in Risley Remand Centre where he heard the other inmates screaming as the screws beat them up; F who was then sent into the care of Dafydd at Denbigh although by that time he was no longer psychotic, but was given amphetamines by one of Dafydd’s drugs patients and was then kept in Denbigh for a year. There was never any investigation into any part of this. F disappeared within the psychiatric system and was forever after dismissed as a ‘chronic schizophrenic’.

F however had a sense of humour and thought that Dafydd was ‘a bit of a twat’. F knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting female patients and F also knew that Mary Wynch’s mother died in questionable circumstances in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. So F used to take the piss out of Dafydd. It was F who said to Dafydd after Dafydd accused him of lying, ‘I lied, you murdered’.

F used to talk about the Minster for Transport Marples a great deal, although for some reason F confused Ernest Marples with his wife, Lady Marples. But the reason why F made frequent references to ‘Mrs Marples’ was that F’s mother, a middle class business woman in Surrey, took part in a campaign to have Marples removed as a Minister back in the 1950s. F’s mother had attended an angry meeting of concerned people who confronted Marples and she lost her temper and hit Marples with a placard that read ‘Marples Must Go’. F’s mum then rushed back to the family home and there was concern that she might be arrested, but she wasn’t. F told everyone he knew about the day that his mother ‘hit Mrs Marples over the head with a placard and nearly got arrested’.

The game that the Angels played in north Wales was to maintain that the patients were all completely mad and could not be believed. However, if a high profile name was mentioned, or a mention of an influential friend or relative, those Angels clocked it, noted it and it was conveyed back to Dafydd Central. On every occasion. Even if F had never mentioned ‘Mrs Marples’ in front of Dafydd or an Angel – which he almost certainly had – F sat in my house and told me about it, several times and he told Brown as well. We now know that the security services had us under surveillance and had been bugging us and just about everyone else back as far as at least the early 1980s. They will have known about F’s mum and Ernest Marples and they were using all info gathered to protect Dafydd and the paedophile gang, not us.

The mountain of manure which was being concealed became ever higher with every minute that passed.

 

Now to return to Mark Robinson, the junior Minister who was the first umbrella of Dafydd’s to write to me and who subsequently found himself as the MP for a constituency near many people from my days in Somerset who were paid to keep quiet about what was happening to me.

Mark Robinson’s boss after Lynda Chalker was Foreign Secretary Douglas Hurd. Hurd’s stint as Foreign Secretary, 1989-95, followed his time as Home Secretary, 1985-89. It was while Hurd was Home Secretary that Dafydd and the paedophile gang fitted people – including me – up with the assistance of the Home Office and corrupt police officers. Kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales were the victims of serious crimes on the part of the paedophile gang and their associates, but there were no investigations. Documentation was forged and this was happening in the Home Office as well. Hurd was the nephew of the botanist Prof Edred Henry Corner, who was known to some of the botanists at Bangor University who were colluding with Dafydd and the gang, one of whom was Dr D.G.E. Wood’s wife. For further details see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’.

Hurd had been a favourite pupil of Baroness Jean Trumpington’s husband Alan Barker when Hurd was at Eton and in her autobiography Trumpers boasts that it was Hurd who, at the request of Barker, in 1979 secured her the position of UK delegate to the UN Commission on the Status of Women, in which role Trumpers managed to cause a few diplomatic incidents. In 1980 Thatch made Trumpers a Baroness and before long a junior Health Minister and it was in this capacity that Trumpers appointed Jimmy Savile to the management of Broadmoor Hospital – where some of the victims of Dafydd and the gang were ending up (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Savile visited Bryn Estyn on one occasion and a former resident of Bryn Estyn alleged that Savile witnessed him being sexually assaulted by a group of men.

Hurd also knew that kids in care were being found dead in Risley Remand Centre and that a visiting clap clinic was deemed necessary for the ‘medical wing’ – which was full of Dafydd’s patients. It was Hurd who was Home Secretary when Risley finally erupted into an uncontrollable riot in 1989. For details of the shameful state of Risley under Home Secretary Hurd, see post ‘Include Me Out’.

 

David Heathcoat-Amory, the Tory MP for Wells, 1983-2010, was another Somerset MP who would have had an interest in Westland. Heathcoat-Amory is the son of Brigadier Roderick Heathcoat-Amory and the nephew of Harold Macmillan’s Chancellor of the Exchequer, Derick Heathcoat-Amory.

David Heathcoat-Amory was educated at Eton and Christ Church, Oxford. He was President of the Oxford University Conservative Association and was a contemporary of John Redwood, William Waldegrave, Edwina Currie and Gyles Brandreth. Redwood was Secretary of State for Wales, 1993-95, when Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends made repeated attempts to have me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury. By that time, the dosh was certainly rolling into the pockets of people in Somerset. Waldegrave was Health Secretary, 1990-92, so his term of office covered the stuffing over of me at St George’s Hospital Medical School and my friends at that the Royal Television Society and the BBC (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’). It was in about 1990 that the fortunes of the Somerset contingent seemed to take an inexplicable upward turn. Edwina was a junior Minister in Health at the same time as Trumpers and Trumpers allowed Edwina to take the blame for Savile being let loose in Broadmoor. Edwina admitted in 1990 in her ‘Diaries’ that it was widely known that Peter Morrison was molesting children and such was the panic in the Tory Party that she feared what people would do to conceal this.

Well now you know Edwina, they tried to murder my friends and I and had already succeeded in killing one of us by the time that you wrote that entry.

Gyles Brandreth succeeded Morrison as the MP for Chester. He discusses in his autobiography how local people and members of the constituency association openly shuddered at the recent memories of Morrison molesting ‘little boys’. See posts ‘I Want Serious Money Now Please’ and ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’.

Heathcoat-Amory qualified as an accountant in 1974 and joined Price Waterhouse. In 1980, he was appointed as the assistant finance director of the British Technology Group (BTG) where he remained until he was elected as MP in 1983. He is also a farmer with employees. Heathcoat-Amory’s various positions in Parliament included PPS to John Moore in 1985, when Moore was Financial Secretary to the Treasury. Moore was Secretary of State for Social Services/Social Security, 1987-89, in which capacity he concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al. Heathcoat-Amory was PPS to Douglas Hurd, 1987-88, when Hurd was Home Secretary. Heathcoat-Amory was Minister of State for Europe, 1993-94.

Heathcoat-Amory’s younger son, Matthew, committed suicide in 2001. His nephew Edward Heathcoat-Amory used to write for the ‘Daily Mail’ and has written for ‘The Spectator’. Paul Johnson, who was a youthful Labour supporter and mates with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse but then evolved into a right wing journalist involved with ‘The Spectator’, purchased an estate at Over Stowey in Somerset in approx the late 1970s. Johnson’s son Cosmo was friendly with at least one of those known to me who found themselves in receipt of so much money. Johnson’s wife is psychotherapist and former Labour parliamentary candidate Marigold Hunt, daughter of Dr Thomas Hunt who was physician to Churchill, Attlee and Eden. Johnson’s son Luke is the former Chairman of Channel 4. Marigold’s niece is Celia Walden, who is married to Piers Morgan.

 

There was another politician whom I believe played a major role in the good fortune of some of those who knew what was happening to me in north Wales – in particular Janet Mitchell – and that was Graham Watson, the Lib Dem MEP for Somerset and North Devon, Somerset and North Devon, 1994-99 and for South West England, 1999-14. Graham Watson might not have been a player at the time of the Westland Affair, but he certainly proved useful a few years down the line.

Watson was born on the Isle of Bute. His father was an officer in the Royal Navy and his mother a teacher. Watson was educated at the City of Bath Boys’ School and attended Heriot-Watt University where he studied languages.  He worked as an administrator at Paisley College of Technology (1980-83). He now speaks four European languages.

Watson had begun his political activity in the National League of Young Liberals in 1972. As international officer of the Scottish Young Liberals he became involved in the International Federation of Liberal Youth, becoming a Vice-President (1977) then General Secretary (1979) of the organisation. Watson was a founder of the European Communities’ Youth Forum. He served as a Council member of the European Liberal Democrat and Reform Party, 1983-93. Between 1983-87 Watson also served as head of the private office of then leader of the Liberals, Sir David Steel. 

Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith, Paddy Pantsdown, Dr Death… I need not continue. Graham had accumulated dynamite on a great many people.

In 1988 Graham Watson began work for HSBC in London and Hong Kong. His work there included three months with the European Bank for Reconstruction and Development and gave him an interest in the Far East. He is now an adviser to the Asia Pacific Public Affairs Forum and is learning Mandarin Chinese.

Watson was Leader of the European Liberal Democrat and Reform Party in the European Parliament, 2002-04. He was Leader of the Alliance of Liberals and Democrats for Europe in the European Parliament, 2004-09 and President of the Alliance of Liberals and Democrats for Europe Party, 2011-15. Watson is a supporter of the Campaign for the Establishment of a United Nations Parliamentary Assembly, an organisation which advocates for democratic reformation of the United Nations. Obviously, Watson will want to be their leader.

Watson and his wife lived in Langport for years, but they now live in Brussels and Edinburgh, having extracted every drop of capital possible from the victims of a vicious paedophile gang and having found that they have bled Somerset and its opportunities dry.

 

The Westland Affair originated with Alan Bristow’s £89 million bid for the company in April 1985. Thatcher’s Gov’t forced the Westland Board to accept the bid from Bristow Rotorcraft. By June, Bristow was threatened to pull out unless the Gov’t assured him that there would be future orders for the company from the MoD and that the repayment of over £40 million of launch aid for Westland’s newest helicopter from the DTI was waived.

 

Alan Bristow was born in south London and after serving in WW II, he joined Westland as its first helicopter test pilot but was sacked after attacking the company’s sales manager. Bristow worked as a freelance helicopter pilot and then started his own helicopter trading and operating company in 1949. Bristow then provided helicopter spotting services for Aristotle Onassis’s pirate whaling fleet in the Antarctic. Bristow started operating flights in aid of oil exploration in the Persian Gulf. Bristow Helicopters Ltd eventually expanded to cover most of the globe outside Russia and Alaska, with notable profit centres in the British North Sea, Nigeria, Iran, Australia, Malaysia and Indonesia.

In 1968, Bristow took over from Freddie Laker as the Chairman of British United Airways. After leading the 1970 merger with Caledonian Airways to form British Caledonia, Bristow then returned to Chair Bristow Helicopters.

 

Bristow’s reign over the British helicopter sector came to an end in 1985 after he fell out with Lord Cayzer, whose family holding company British & Commonwealth was one of the shareholders brought in by Freddie Laker. Bought out by the Cayzers, Bristow retired and the company’s fortunes declined with the North Sea oil industry.

A keen equestrian, Bristow represented Great Britain at four-in-hand carriage driving with Phil the Greek.

Bristow claimed to have been offered a knighthood if he would return to the negotiating table to help Thatcher’s Gov’t out of its embarrassment re Westland.

 

Defence Secretary Heseltine was uninterested in Westland helicopters when initially approached by Tebbit, the then Trade and Industry Secretary, because plenty of American helicopters were available to meet Britain’s defence requirements. Heseltine attended two meetings about Westland’s future in June 1985, Chaired by Thatch. It was decided that Tebbit should persuade the Bank of England to co-operate with the main creditors in the hope that a recovery plan and new management would end the threat of receivership.

Brown and I had raised serious concerns with the Top Docs and Bangor University about Gwynne the lobotomist in the summer of 1984, after which Brown and I were threatened several times by Dr D.G.E. Wood. I also wrote to the GMC. It was in approx June 1985 that I also raised concerns about Dr Tony Francis. Francis had lied to me, denied that he had lied and was unlawfully witholding my medical records. For a long time I thought that perhaps Francis had simply made a mistake, not felt able to admit to it and the situation escalated unnecessarily. It was only relatively recently that I have discovered that Francis was actually fully on board with Dafydd, Gwynne and the paedophiles, was doing some pretty terrible things to patients without their knowledge and was probably far more dangerous than Dafydd and Gwynne because he wasn’t obviously identifiably mad to anyone within five minutes of meeting him. However, everybody who worked with Tony Francis did know that he was a troubled and dangerous doctor. No-one was warned. Patients remained on his list, were told by Angels that he was doing his best for them and were urged to return for more appointments  if they said that they didn’t want any more ‘services’ and new patients were referred to Francis as well.

 

Bristow withdrew his bid and in late June Sir – later Lord – John Cuckney was brought in as Chairman of Westland. Cuckney was educated at Shrewsbury School and then read medicine at the University of St Andrews, returning to the University after service with the Royal Northumberland Fusiliers and the King’s African Rifles during WWII to study history and economics. He was recruited by MI5 ‘with whom he served until 1959’. Although I doubt if he stopped serving then. ‘No-one leaves the Mafia’ after all. Particularly if there are lefties and service users Who Know to be dealt with and a load of greedy bastards from Somerset.

 

Cuckney’s time in MI5 featured in Peter Wright’s book ‘Spycatcher’ where Wright described him as ‘a tough, no-nonsense’ officer. After leaving MI5, Cuckney worked in the City at stockbrokers Standard Industrial Group, before joining merchant bank Lazards, where he became the first Director to resign in over 100 years. Cuckney then established Anglo-Eastern Bank with Sir David Alliance, specialising in trade finance between Britain and the Middle East.

Cuckney was appointed Chairman of the Mersey Docks and Harbour Board in 1970. He left in 1972 to become the first Chief Executive of the Property Services Agency to set up to manage the Gov’ts property estate. In 1974 Cuckney moved to the Crown Agents, which was in financial difficulty. He joined as Chairman and separated out the military sales arm as International Military Services (an MoD company), which he also became Chairman of and served until 1985. He left the Crown Agents in 1978, and briefly joined the Port of London Authority.

Cuckney subsequently became Director and/or Chairman of various companies, including travel company Thomas Cook, Midland Bank, tea company Brooke Bond, engineering firm John Brown, Westland, Royal Insurance, Investors in Industry (later 3i), Glaxo and Orion Publishing Group.

Cuckney had gained a reputation as a ‘the company doctor who never lost a patient’ following his involvement with the Mersey Docks and Harbour Board, Crown Agents, and John Brown. As Chairman of Westland, Cuckney’s favoured option of Sikorsky merging with Westland prevailed. You might not have lost your patient Westland Lord Cuckney, but a great many patients in north Wales died.

Following the Westland Affair, in 1992 Cuckney was appointed as an adviser to Peter Lilley, Secretary of State for Social Services – who also concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang – following the death of Cap’n Bob and the discovery that the Cap’n had stolen hundreds of millions of pounds from his companies’ pension funds. Cuckney headed the Maxwell Pensioners’ Trust and in 1995, brokered a £276 million out-of-court settlement, known as the Major Settlement, between the pension schemes and those institutions against which the schemes had potential legal claims.

So Cuckney sorted out the mess left behind by Cap’n Bob, but Dafydd was too much for him. If your mates from MI5 had helped extract my medical records for me Lord Cuckney, I could have published an insider’s account of the Top Docs’ criminality for you all years ago. You wouldn’t have had to keep paying the BMA whatever they demanded and Blair would never have become PM on the basis of his knowledge of the sordid business involved in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and then caused a few more hundred layers of problems.

John Cuckney was given a peerage in 1995. When the world was told lies about Dafydd retiring, about the North Wales Hospital closing down, about there being no paedophile ring in north Wales, oh you all get the picture. John Cuckney sleeps in the Lords as a Conservative. Don’t bother to wake him up, he couldn’t stop a firebomb being thrown into a building with five key witnesses in there when his MI5 colleagues had every hospital, docs surgery, university, phone line and even the houses of targets bugged, whatever would he be able to contribute to the the Lords.

 

Re Westland, Cuckney proposed that a new minority shareholder of 29.9% be introduced. No British firm was willing, but Sikorsky was interested. Cuckney proposed that Westland merge with United Technologies Corporation, of which the US company Sikorsky was a subsidiary. Heseltine opposed this plan after realising that Westland would probably become responsible for assembling the Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk, which the Ministry of Defence would then be under great pressure to buy, whereas he preferred Westland to go into receivership so that British companies GEC and BAe could buy the viable parts of the business.

In mid-Oct 1985 Heseltine suggested a European consortium which would include French Aerospatiale, German MBB and Italian Agusta (Sikorsky was now negotiating a strategic linkup with Italian Fiat). Leon Brittan, who had replaced Tebbit as Trade and Industry Secretary in Sept 1985, at first urged Thatcher to consider a European option (Heseltine later claimed Brittan preferred this option, although Brittan denied this).

By mid-Oct 1985 I had contacted MPs, Ministers and the GMC about the mental health services in north Wales. People in Somerset knew that I was encountering very serious problems in north Wales. The security services had placed Brown and me under surveillance and we had already had extraordinary and upsetting encounters with two people whom we now know were working for the security services, a man called Leslie Gore, who was a psychotherapist working at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ and ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’) and a Jewish teacher from Stoke Newington, Naomi Grunfeld (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).

Leon Brittan knew all about the criminality in north Wales, as well as about the other sex trafficking rings across the UK with which the north Wales gang was linked, because Brittan had been Home Secretary, 1983-85 and was one of those concealing what was happening. It was Leon Brittan who as Home Secretary ‘lost’ files naming Westminster figures who were alleged to be abusing children and it was on Brittan’s watch that the Home Office gave a grant to an organisation campaigning on behalf of paedophiles’ rights.

By mid-Oct 1985, Alison Taylor had told the North Wales Police about the abuse of children in care in north Wales which she had witnessed. She was accused of lying and malice.

On 2 Sep 1985, Peter Morrison was moved from his position as a Minister for Employment, where his boss had been Tom King, to the role of Minister of State for Trade and Industry, under Secretary of State Leon Brittan, who was at the centre of the Westland Affair.

 

Two other people who played a major role in enabling the abuse and crime in north Wales to continue unchecked also lived in Somerset at the time of Westland. Clifford Graham, who in the late 1980s and the early 1990s was the Dept of Health’s mandarin responsible for mental health as well as much else, lived in Somerset. My post ‘The Old Devils’ discusses how Cliff Graham not only presided over a totally corrupt Dept, but how everything that Cliff Graham did ensured that the abuse of patients continued to be embedded deeper and deeper into the mental health system. Graham was at the highest level of the DoH when patients were murdered in Ashworth and Broadmoor and while Savile was dropping into secure hospitals raping whichever patient he felt like. Ian Dunlop, the tame Prison Service Governor whom Hurd appointed to conduct the Inquiry after the 1989 Risley Remand Centre riots, also lived in Somerset (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

 

The Gov’t was officially neutral regarding the deals involving Westland (ie. arguing that it was a matter for Westland directors and shareholders) but by Nov 1985, Heseltine was lobbying hard for the European option. In late November Peter Levene, Chief of Procurement at the Ministry of Defence, had a meeting at the Ministry with his French, West German and Italian counterparts (the National Armaments Directors or NADs) and the representatives of the consortium, and agreed to ‘buy European’ for certain classes of helicopters. If Westland went ahead with Sikorsky, then its helicopters, under this new agreement, would be unable to be bought by the four governments. The meeting was later praised by the House of Commons Defence Select Committee. Thatcher, who only learned of the meeting through Cuckney, was displeased, as were Brittan and the Treasury, who thought the US option might be cheaper, although Thatcher and Leon Brittan kept to their official pretence of neutrality.

In Nov 1985, Sikorsky made an offer which was favourable to Westland’s management.

On 5 and 6 Dec 1985 Thatcher had two ad hoc meetings with Heseltine, Brittan, Tebbit, Willie Whitelaw (Deputy PM), Geoffrey Howe (Foreign Secretary) and Nigel Lawson (Chancellor of the Exchequer).

All of the above people knew about the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales. Willie Whitelaw had concealed them in numerous different roles, most obviously as Home Secretary, 1979-83, but also in his capacity as Lord President of the Council, 1983-88, which gave Whitelaw the role of visitor for the University of Wales. At the time, Wood, Dafydd, Gwynne and many others in UCNW were facilitating the trafficking ring. Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW and the sister of Peter Morrison who was a member of the sex ring was of course Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Carlo’s mum.

Geoffrey Howe, a good friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, had worked for years as a lawyer on the corrupt Chester and Wales circuit and was Solicitor General under Heath. Howe was Lord President of the Council, 1989-90. It was of course Geoffrey Howe who put the fatal boot into Thatcher towards the end of 1990 for which many people were grateful, but it really was too little too late, look at the scale of the problem.

Nigel Lawson also damaged Thatcher and got rid of the idiot Alan Walters, but again, huge damage had already been done. Lawson’s constituency was in Leicestershire, bang in the middle of the paedophile gang of which Frank Beck and Greville Janner were part, which was being concealed by Top Doctors who also colluded with Dafydd (see post ‘An Expert From England’), as well as scores of people in Leicester University (see posts ‘Radical Leicester And Some More Free Radicals’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’), local lawyers and judges as well as Leicester City Council. And Keith Vaz of course. After Beck was jailed, the Kirkwood Report admitted that the degree of negligence on the part of the police was inexplicable. Although Kirkwood himself forgot to mention a few salient facts regarding Greville Janner.

Nigel’s daughter Nigella had been friends with some of the members of the Dangerous Sports Club when she was at Oxford. Some members of the DSC were personal friends of one of those in Somerset who bagged all that dosh (see post ‘The Village’).

Tebbit, like Whitelaw, concealed the criminality in north Wales in every way that he could. Tebbit was Chairman of the Tory Party whilst Peter Morrison was Deputy Chairman, Sept 1986-June 87 and has latterly admitted that perhaps there was a little bit of a sort of cover-up of Morrison’s  crimes.

 

Regarding the possibilities for rescuing Westland. Brittan argued that the NADs’ opposition should be set aside, but Howe and Tebbit were not unsympathetic to Heseltine’s proposed consortium, and the decision was deferred to the Cabinet Economic Affairs Committee (E(A)) on Monday 9 Dec 1985. Cuckney and a Westland financial adviser were invited to attend the E(A) meeting. Cuckney said that it was the management’s view that the Sikorsky option was the best one. A majority of the E(A) meeting agreed to dismiss the NADs’ opposition. Thatcher, who complained that three hours had been spent discussing a company with a market capitalisation of only £30m (a tiny amount in Gov’t terms), allowed Heseltine until 4 pm on Friday 13 Dec to submit a viable proposal for a European deal. He did (with BAe and GEC now part of his consortium), but Westland’s Directors rejected it and chose Sikorsky.

Heseltine had expected that there would be a second meeting of E(A) to discuss his consortium, but no such meeting was called; Thatcher later claimed that the Monday meeting had agreed to leave the decision to Westland to take, but it later emerged that Nicholas Ridley and Lord Young had placed such a meeting in their diaries and had been told by No 10 that it had been cancelled. Heseltine threatened resignation for the first time.

At Cabinet on Thurs 12 Dec 1985 Heseltine had an angry exchange with Thatcher about the allegedly cancelled meeting (Thatcher claimed that no such meeting had ever been scheduled). Westland was not on the Cabinet agenda that day and Thatcher refused to permit a discussion on the matter, arguing that Cabinet could not do so without the necessary papers. Heseltine asked for his dissent to be minuted and this was not done, although Cabinet Secretary Robert Armstrong claimed that this had been an error and added it himself.

 

Robert Armstrong was Principal Private Secretary to Ted Heath, 1970-75. Between 1979-87 he was Secretary to the Cabinet under Margaret Thatcher. He was elevated to the peerage in 1988 and sits as a crossbencher. It was Robert Armstrong who, in 1986, coined the phrase ‘economical with the truth’ when he was giving evidence in the Spycatcher trial. Armstrong was a key witness for the British Gov’t, which sought to suppress the publication of the book written by Peter Wright, a former senior member of MI5. Wright’s lawyer at the time was Malcolm Turnbull, who later became the PM of Australia. The British Gov’t were ultimately unsuccessful and Spycatcher was published.

Armstrong was Chancellor of the University of Hull, 1994-2006 and until 2013, the Chairman of the Sir Edward Heath Charitable Fund.

Armstrong has 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’.

In 2015 Armstrong told the ‘Mail Online’ that ‘if there is evidence it would have been properly examined at the time. I don’t think this is a matter of important people being protected. You  can’t pursue inquiries unless you have evidence on which you can base the enquiry’.

See post ‘Lord Robert Armstrong’ for more background on Armstrong.

 

On Mon 16 Dec 1985 Brittan told the Commons that the decision was up to Westland; on Wed 18 Dec Heseltine won the backing of the Commons Defence Committee for the European Consortium’s latest bid. On Thurs 19 Dec the matter was discussed at Cabinet for ten minutes: Cabinet approved leaving the decision to Westland and Heseltine was ordered to cease campaigning for the European option.

Over Christmas, Thatcher discussed with close colleagues the option of sacking Heseltine, as Brittan had urged her to do so, but Chief Whip John Wakeham cautioned against. Thatch later admitted in her memoirs that she shrank from sacking Heseltine as he was too popular and weighty a political figure.

Wakeham would later become Lord President of the Council, 1988-89 and following that, he was Peter Morrison’s boss at the Dept for Energy, when Morrison served as Minister of State in that Dept (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

Thatcher and ministerial colleagues spent two and a half hours writing three successive drafts of a letter threatening Heseltine with the sack, but did not send it as her Press Adviser Bernard Ingham advised that Heseltine might use it an excuse to resign.

By now the political row was being discussed in the media, ‘partly because of the lack of other news in Dec 1985′. There was plenty of news worth reporting in north Wales but no-one actually gave a stuff because the victims of the serious organised crime prevailing were kids in care and psych patients.

John Cuckney wrote to Thatcher, at her behest, asking for reassurance that the Sikorsky deal would not damage Westland’s business prospects in Europe. Heseltine was not satisfied with Thatcher’s draft reply when he saw it and consulted Sir Patrick Mayhew (Solicitor-General and acting Attorney-General as Sir Michael Havers was ill) on the grounds that the Gov’t might be legally liable for any incorrect advice.

Patrick Mayhew, in his capacity as Attorney-General, 1987-92, authorised a number of prosecutions of me for contempt of court – my imprisonment was sought on each occasion – on the basis of the perjury of the Top Doctors and Gwynedd Social Services. Forged documents were also involved. The MDU lawyers acting from Tony and Sadie Francis admitted that there was not the evidence for the claims that were being made about me in Court. Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who was employed by the Welsh Office, also admitted in writing that the evidence for claims being made about me on oath did not exist.

Mayhew was N Ireland Secretary, 1992-97. While in office, Sein Fenn accused Mayhew of using forged documents. Now there’s a surprise.

Mayhew’s assistance to Top Docs abusing vulnerable people went back a long way. It was Mayhew who was the QC at the 1970s GMC’s fitness to practice hearing involving Dr Morris Fraser, a Top Doctor (child psychiatrist) from Belfast who had been convicted of sexually abusing a child. Fraser was allowed to continue practising and subsequently worked at St George’s/Springfield and UCH. Fraser had been involved with the Kincora Boys’ Home.

 

Heseltine supplied extra material about the risk of Westland losing European business, which Thatcher did not include in her reply to Cuckney. Thatcher replied to Cuckney to the effect that the British Gov’t would continue to support Westland in gaining orders in Europe.

In early Jan 1986, Heseltine wrote to David Horne of Lloyds Merchant Bank, who was advising the European consortium (in reply to planted questions from Horne which had been dictated to him over the phone by one of Heseltine’s staff), giving him the advice which Thatcher had declined to include in her letter to Cuckney. Contradicting Thatcher’s reassurances to Cuckney, Heseltine claimed that the Sikorsky deal would be ‘incompatible with participation’ in European helicopter projects. Heseltine’s letter was leaked to ‘The Times’. This was a blatant challenge to Thatcher’s authority as Heseltine had not consulted Downing Street, the DTI or Mayhew before writing to Horne.

Heseltine’s letter to Horne, on Thatcher’s request, was referred to the Solicitor-General, Patrick Mayhew. Mayhew sent a reply to Heseltine, noting ‘material inaccuracies’ in Heseltine’s letter, and asking Heseltine to write to Horne again, correcting them. Mayhew’s letter of rebuke to Heseltine – marked ‘Confidential’ – reached Heseltine at lunchtime on Mon 6 Jan and was immediately and selectively leaked to the Press Association by Colette Bowe, Chief Information Officer at the DTI, at Brittan’s request.

Bowe’s leaked letter led to the resignations of both Heseltine and Brittan, for which someone must have been grateful because Colette Bowe is now Dame Colette.

Bowe was Chairman of Ofcom, 2009-14, Chairman of Electra Private Equity plc, 2010–14 and Chairman of the Council of Queen Mary University of London, 2004–09. She has also served on the boards of Thames Water Utilities, London and Continental Railways, Axa IM, Morgan Stanley and the Yorkshire Building Society. She founded and was first Chairman of the Telecoms Ombudsman Service (now Ombudsman Services) in 2002–3. She was the first Chairman of the Ofcom Consumer Panel (2003–08) and has worked as the Executive Chairman of the distribution arm of Fleming Asset Management.

Bowe is the Chairman of the Banking Standards Board and the Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music. She is the President of the Voice of the Listener and Viewer, a Trustee of The Tablet and of the Nuffield Foundation. Bowe is also a visiting fellow of Nuffield College. She is also a Board member of the UK Statistics Authority and a non-executive Director of the Dept for Transport.

An extra safe pair of hands is clearly possessed by Colette.

There was controversy over whose orders Colette Bowe was following when she dropped the clanger. The Attorney-General, Sir Michael Havers, ‘took a stern view of leaks’, especially of confidential legal advice and threatened to resign if an official inquiry was not set up to look into it. Thatcher agreed to do this.

It was Michael Havers who in his capacity as Attorney-General blocked the prosecution of a number of VIP child sex offenders, including the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman. Michael Havers was the Tory MP for Winbledon, 1970-87. A lot of Top Doctors from St George’s lived at Wimbledon, including Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain. Chamberlain was a friend of Prof Oliver Brooke, who was jailed for child porn offences in Dec 1986. Havers was Lord Chancellor, 13 June 1987-26 Oct 1987. Oliver Brooke was released on appeal in June 1987, after Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane heard the appeal in May 1987. Lane compared Brooke’s enormous collection of kiddie porn – Brooke was a major figure in a pan-European paedophile ring – to a collection of cigarette cards.

I was illegally arrested and imprisoned in Denbigh by Dafydd in the same month that Oliver Brooke was jailed. Alison Taylor was suspended from her job as a social worker by Gwynedd County Council in the same month.

Havers’s sister was Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss, who Chaired the Inquiry into the havoc that Dafydd’s mates caused which resulted in the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal and utterly failed to grasp the enormity of what was happening (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

Cabinet met on the morning of Thurs 9 Jan 1986, with Thatcher already having agreed her position with close colleagues at Chequers that weekend and arranged that Scottish Secretary George Younger should take over as Defence Secretary if Heseltine resigned. Westland was first on the agenda, and Heseltine and Brittan were permitted to put their cases. Heseltine had won the moral high ground over the leaking saga, but Nigel Lawson recorded that he seemed obsessive at Cabinet and attracted little sympathy. Thatcher reiterated her position, which had already been endorsed by the Cabinet, that Westland’s future was a matter for Westland to decide and announced that as this was a time of business negotiations, all answers to questions about Westland must be cleared through the Cabinet Office. Heseltine agreed. In response to a question by Nicholas Ridley, Thatch then confirmed that this also applied to statements which had already been made. Heseltine argued that he should be allowed to reaffirm statements he had already made but Thatcher disagreed, arguing that Cabinet collective responsibility should be observed. Heseltine protested that there had been no collective responsibility, gathered up his papers and left.

Although eyewitness accounts differ as to the exact details, Peter Jenkins claimed that Heseltine lost his cool and proclaimed ‘I can no longer be a member of this Cabinet’. Heseltine then walked out of Downing Street and announced his resignation to the assembled media.

Thatcher then adjourned the Cabinet for a brief break. George Younger was then offered and accepted the office of Secretary of State for Defence, which Heseltine had just relinquished. The Prime Minister’s office then requested Malcolm Rifkind to take up Younger’s previous job, Secretary of State for Scotland, which he accepted. Cabinet then resumed.

At 4 pm that day – 9 Jan 1986 – at the Ministry of Defence (rather than waiting to make a statement to the Commons when it resumed four days later) Heseltine delivered a 22 minute resignation statement detailing his grievances. He blamed Thatcher’s intransigence, saying his views were ignored. He may well have prepared this earlier, although his Private Secretary Richard Mottram says not. To Thatcher’s fury, Defence officials had helped him throughout the crisis and in preparing this document. Thatcher sent a letter to Heseltine, as is customary on these occasions.

Sir Richard Mottram  entered the civil service in 1968 aged 22 after graduating from Keele University. At that time -and indeed since – Keele employed a number of people who were either paedophiles’ themselves, such as social work academic Peter Righton, or concealed and colluded with organised abuse.

Mottram served in the Defence and Overseas Secretariat of the Cabinet Office, 1975-77. He was then the Secretary of two study groups on the rationale for and system options for a successor to the UK’s strategic nuclear deterrent which led subsequently to the decision to adopt Trident. Mottram was then appointed Private Secretary to the Permanent Under Secretary, of the MoD, Sir Frank Cooper. From 1982-1986, Mottram was Private Secretary to a succession of Secretaries of State for Defence – John Nott, Heseltine and George Younger.

In 1985, as Private Secretary to Heseltine as Secretary of State for Defence, Mottram was a witness for the prosecution in the trial of Clive Ponting who was later acquitted of an offence under the Official Secrets Act for passing information to Labour MP Tam Dalyell regarding the sinking of the Belgrano. When Mottram was asked whether answers to parliamentary questions should be truthful and not deliberately ambiguous or misleading, there was a long silence before he replied: ‘In highly charged political matters, one person’s ambiguity may be another person’s truth’.

Mottram: they were trying to kill us and they did kill other people. There is no ambiguity in that.

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From 1986-89, Sir Richard Mottram was the Under-Secretary responsible for the defence programme and from 1989-92, the Deputy Secretary with responsibilities for UK defence policy and strategy and defence relations with other countries at the time of the end of the Cold War.

Mottram retired in 2007 from his most recent senior post as Permanent Secretary, Intelligence, Security and Resilience in the Cabinet Office.

This lot were so resilient that they couldn’t even deal with Dafydd.

Mottram serves on the Board of a number of private and public sector organisations, including Chairing the board of Amey PLC. He is a Visiting Professor at the LSE and member of the Advisory Board of LSE IDEAS. Mottram is a Trustee of the Royal Anniversary Trust, which oversees The Queen’s Anniversary Prizes for Higher and Further Education.

 

As a fairly high ranking British Army officer who lived in Somerset at the time, Brown’s dad will have known a number of the people involved in all of this.

On 13 Jan 1986, Thatcher held a meeting with Whitelaw, Brittan, George Younger and John Wakeham to decide what should happen. The conclusion was that Brittan, rather than the PM, should reply to Heseltine’s statement on that day.

In his resignation statement in the House of Commons Heseltine accused Brittan of pressuring Sir Raymond Lygo, CEO of British Aerospace, to withdraw from the European Consortium. In response to questions in the House from Heseltine, Brittan denied that he had received a letter from Lygo, but later had to admit that he had received a letter from Sir Austin Pearce, Chairman of British Aerospace; he had not disclosed it, he claimed, because it was marked Private and Strictly Confidential. He was forced to return to the House a few hours later to apologise.

Admiral Sir Raymond Lygo joined the Royal Navy in 1942 during WW II. He was appointed the commanding officer of the frigate Lowestoft in 1961, the frigate Juno in 1967 and the aircraft carrier Ark Royal in 1969. Lygo was Director General, Naval Manpower and Training,  Feb 1974-June 1975. He went on to be Vice Chief if the Naval Staff in 1975 and retired in 1978.

After retirement, Lygo joined British Aerospace, becoming Chief Executive in 1986.

Lygo will have known Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and all the other senior figures in the Royal Navy and Admiralty who concealed the organised sexual abuse of young people or who were alleged to have been abusing underaged children themselves, such as Lord Louis Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

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Goddess of marriage and childbirth
So that is why there is so much child abuse, sexual exploitation and repressed homosexuality in this sorry tale!
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Raymond Lygo was also Chairman of the Rutland Trust in 1991, Chairman of TNT (Express) UK Ltd in 1992 and Chairman of the Liontrust First UK Investment Trust in 1997. He was Patron of the Fleet Air Arm Association.

 

Sir Austin Pearce, was Chairman of British Aerospace, 1980-87 and steered the company through its privatisation by Margaret Thatcher’s Gov’t. Although Pearce had spent his entire working life with Esso, of which he had been Chairman and Chief Executive for eight years, he had some experience of the aerospace industry: in 1976 he had been appointed to the organising committee for the nationalisation of the industry and the formation of British Aerospace.

The Gov’t sold 52 per cent of BAe in 1981. Four years later it decided to sell the remaining 48 per cent, Pearce arguing successfully for a price of 375p, rather than the 400p which the government originally wanted.

Known to his colleagues as ‘Tin’, Pearce faced a number of problems at BAe, including inefficiency and over-staffing. During his tenure there were unsuccessful attempts by Thorn EMI and GEC to take over the company. Also, the Nimrod Airborne Early Warning programme was running four years late and substantially over budget; eventually the Gov’t cancelled the programme.

Pearce also faced difficulties over BAe’s involvement in the project to build the Airbus. At first the British Gov’t refused to support the BAe application for aid for the A 320 aircraft. The other partners in Airbus – the French, Germans and Spanish – already had their Gov’ts’ approval and would be happy to take over BAe’s work on the wings. Without financial help, Pearce knew that BAe would be out of Airbus and would consequently be faced with massive redundancies. Without telling either his colleagues or the DTI, he asked for a personal meeting with Thatch. He got the money. During the Westland affair, because BAe hoped to become a partner in a European consortium it aligned itself with Heseltine against Thatch. At one stage, at a meeting with the MoD, Pearce was asked if BAe would take over Westland, but he refused on the ground that BAe had enough spare capacity to take on Westland’s entire workload without assimilating more than a few of its employees.

Austin Pearce was born in Plymouth in 1921. He was educated at Devonport High School for Boys and then went to Birmingham University. As a member of the University Senior Training Corps of Royal Engineers, Pearce was assigned to the Petroleum Warfare Department, working on flame-thrower fuels and incendiary bombs. At the same time he completed a PhD in Chemical Engineering.

In Sept 1945 Pearce joined the AGWI (later the Esso) refinery at Fawley as a junior engineer. In 1950 he was promoted to process superintendent, in charge of the running of all the refinery units. In 1956 Pearce became general manager (refining) for Esso in the UK. In 1963 he joined the Esso Board, with responsibility for the marine and pipelines systems; this included taking charge of the tanker fleet and overseeing the building of the pipeline from Milford Haven to the Midlands and Manchester. In 1968 he was appointed Managing Director and 1972 Chairman and Chief Executive of Esso UK.

Austin Pearce was the first President of the UK Petroleum Industry Association and as Esso’s representative, participated in the negotiations with the Department of Energy, British National Oil Company and Shell on the North Sea participation agreements.

In 1973 Pearce joined the board of Williams and Glyn’s Bank, becoming its last Chairman before it was incorporated into the Royal Bank of Scotland, of which he was appointed a Vice-Chairman.

In 1985 Austin Pearce was appointed Chairman of the Trustees of the Science Museum. He Chaired the meeting that introduced entrance charges; this helped the museum to improve and create new galleries and to rebuild the Railway Museum at York.

Pearce served on the Council of Surrey University, the site of so much skulduggery when I worked there in 1988. He was a Director of Jaguar, Smiths Industries, Pearl Assurance and was Chairman of Oxford Instruments.

Austin Pearce was married first to Maglona Twinn and then to Dr Patricia Grice.

On 15 Jan 1986 there was a debate on Westland in the Commons in which Thatcher replied to the Windbag. Thatcher listed all the ministerial, committee and Cabinet meetings on Westland. Heseltine then made a speech criticising the way collective responsibility had been damaged over Westland.

Sir Robert Armstrong, the Cabinet Secretary, held an inquiry into the leaking of Mayhew’s letter and reported his findings to Thatch on 21 Jan 1986. Armstrong concluded that Brittan had told Colette Bowe to leak Mayhew’s letter through a telephone conversation to Roger Mogg, Brittan’s Private Secretary. Thatcher is said to have asked Brittan four times: ‘Leon, why didn’t you tell me.’ Havers, who demanded the inquiry, later claimed: ‘Unless the PM is the most marvellous actress I’ve ever seen in my life she was as shocked as anybody that in fact it was on Leon Brittan’s instructions.’ At the time Brittan claimed he had misunderstood Thatcher’s wishes but later (on the TV programme The Thatcher Factor on 7 April 1989) admitted that he had acted on the ‘express’ instructions of Charles Powell and Bernard Ingham, Thatcher’s two senior advisers. On 23 Jan 1986, Thatcher had to make a speech to the Commons on Armstrong’s inquiry.

Brittan was being heavily criticised because of the fallout from the leak of the Mayhew letter and because of his lack of candour about the letter from British Aerospace. At a meeting of the 1922 Committee, Conservative back-benchers, demanded Brittan’s resignation. The Chairman of the 1922 Committee at the time was Cranley Onslow, a former MI6 agent who was forced to stand down as Chairman in 1992 by Thatcher’s old mates, who partly blamed him for her previous departure. On 24 Jan 1986 Brittan resigned, because ‘it has become clear to me that I no longer command the full confidence of my colleagues’.

On 27 Jan 1986, Labour set down an adjournment motion. Whitelaw, Howe, Wakeham, John Biffen and Douglas Hurd helped Thatcher draft her speech for this occasion.

In Jan 1986 John Biffen was Lord Privy Seal. John Biffen grew up on a farm about three miles away from where I lived in Somerset. Biffen went to Dr Morgan’s School in Bridgwater along with my father and many others who remained in Somerset. Biffen’s parents remained living at their farm in Combwich and occasionally made trips to London to marvel at their famous son and his associates. John Biffen was a swotty kid who was badly bullied by the locals and he didn’t waste his time with his former tormentors and he did fall out with Thatcher eventually. However, I can’t imagine that he will have resisted if pressurised over all this, there will just have been far too many careers of ruthless dangerous nutters at stake.

Biffen was MP for Oswestry and then North Shropshire. John Allen had a children’s home in Shropshire, there was an abuse ring in operation in the region and many children’s home staff migrated between Bryn Estyn and Shropshire. The family seat of the unfortunate Ormsby-Gores was at Oswestry and David Ormsby-Gore aka Lord Harlech preceded John Biffen as MP for Oswestry. Ever since Lord Harlech served at US Ambassador during JFK’s Presidency, the Ormsby-Gores have had a penchant for dying young and in unfortunate circumstances. The biography of Francis Ormsby-Gore, who farmed near Harlech and was found dead at his home relatively recently, had all the signs of one of someone who was under sustained attack by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary, presiding over the carnage in north Wales.

Ronald Miller, one of Thatch’s friends, was asked to help revise the speech and Thatcher remarked to him that she might not be PM by six o’clock that evening if things went badly.

The Windbag, who knew Tony Francis from their days as students in Cardiff, was generally thought to have made a poor opening speech.

Heseltine was frustrated at the Windbag’s failure to exploit the moment and claimed that Thatcher’s statement brought ‘the politics of the matter to an end’ and that he would support the Gov’t in the lobby.

Sikorsky then bought Westland, aided by mysterious prior purchases by mystery buyers, suspected by Cuckney and others, although without clear proof, of being an illegal concert party.

 

Westland damaged Thatcher’s credibility and made her look anti-European for the first time. It has been suggested that Thatcher’s keenness on American control of Westland may have been linked to the Al-Yamamah arms deal which was mired in allegations of corruption, or that the US might have wanted Westland to sell Black Hawk helicopters to Saudi Arabia in circumvention of Congressional rules which prevented US arms sales to that country at the time.

Leon Brittan’s behaviour was thought in part to have been motivated by resentment at his demotion from Home Secretary to the Secretary for DTI in Sept 1985. He also thought Heseltine’s mooted European consortium to be monopolistic and anti-competitive.

Apart from his clash of personalities with Thatcher, it was thought that Heseltine, concerned at having to take responsibility for Defence cuts which had been put back until 1986 and worried that Thatcher was unlikely to promote him further, was looking for an excuse to resign. Resigning would put him in good stead to be elected Party leader after, as seemed likely at the time, the Conservatives lost the next election, due by summer 1988.

Heseltine retired to the back benches and spent nearly five years conducting an undeclared campaign for the Party leadership. Although the Thatcher Gov’t was re-elected in 1987, Heseltine eventually challenged her in Nov 1990, polling well enough to hasten her resignation.

Three months after Heseltine ‘resigned from the Cabinet as a matter of honour’, my close friend and house mate on Anglesey was killed in a head-on collision with another car. Our friend Geoff Johnson was a passenger and was left severely brain-damaged. The young man who drove the TR7 straight into Anne somehow only walked away with a broken arm. It was acknowledged that Anne had not been at fault – the other car had been driving on Anne’s side of the road at high speed – but there was no investigation and no prosecution. Anne knew everything that was happening to me at the hands of the Top Docs. Weeks before she was killed, D.G.E. Wood remarked that he always knew when Anne drove past his house – he lived in the same village as us – because he could recognise her car.

Two days after Anne was killed, Liz Stables, the Angel who worked in the UCNW Student Health Centre, took Anne’s file out of a locker and wrote ‘DEAD’ in capital letters across it in front of me. Liz then said that I couldn’t hang around mourning, there were things to do. Some two weeks later Wood yelled at me to ‘forget about everything that has happened here and go away and make a new life for yourself’. Presumably so Wood’s accomplices could kill the rest of us off miles away from Bangor to avoid the fickle finger of suspicion ever being pointed at them.

Heseltine, the man who would do anything, anything at all to become PM, came from Swansea. Heseltine never became PM. Another procession of empty headed narcissistic oafs did instead.

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All together now -‘I’m ready to serve’.

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Now for a bit more info on the lady who worked in a junior capacity at Westland when the almighty ding dong broke out and who – along with a few others – did very nicely out of it all. This blog post is already quite long, so I won’t dissect Janet’s career bit by bit, highlighting who assisted her and when they did so, I’ll leave it up to readers to make the links to police investigations, the Waterhouse Inquiry etc. Regular readers will by now be familiar with the skulduggery and those involved.
 Janet Mitchell, CEng FRAeS:
Janet worked as a Stress Engineer, Westland Helicopters, Product Support Division, 1982-87.

Then Janet was Future Projects Engineer, Airbus, 1987-89: Reporting to Head of Future Projects for BAE Commercial Aircraft Division.

Janet was Stress Engineer, Stresswork Ltd, 1989-91.

supported the Aerospace, Automotive and Civil Engineering Industries. It also covered Nuclear Power, Engineering Design of a Composite Commercial Vehicle Chassis and engineering project management of the structural certification for the A340 Wing Composite Components.
From 1993-94, Janet was Senior Principal Engineer on the Future Large Aircraft Composite Wing Study for BAE Systems.
Between 1994-95, Janet worked on the Airbus Composite Wing Strategy for BAE Systems. She was:

‘Accountable for leading and delivering the BAE/AIRBUS Composite Wing Strategy, this was a significant business transformation programme, I successfully led all business functional specialists to deliver a Strategy for acquiring the Composite Capability for Airbus Wing Business including programme plans and costs of the Technology Development programme. This was delivered to the Airbus Senior Management Board at AUK and BAE SYSTEMS Head Quarters – Directorate for Engineering.’

From 1995-99, Janet was Project Manager of the Low Cost Composite Technology Research for the Airbus Group. She was: ‘Accountable for developing the capability in low cost, low weight Composite Technologies for Airbus UK Wing Technology including materials, manufacturing processes, design and analytical methods and assembly technology. Successfully delivering the bid content for the wing contribution to the 83 million euro EC Framework 5 “TANGO” programme, the DTI funded AMCAPSII programme, private venture, national collaborative projects with research institutes, universities and national industries. Development of specific research project management and financial management processes and the Composite Strategy in line with business objectives’.

Between 1999-02, Janet was Head of Research and Technology Programme, Airbus UK Airbus Group. She was the: ‘Executive accountable for all Airbus UK Research and Technology Projects in Composites, Metallic’s Systems and Advanced Wing Technologies ( including Aerodynamics,Structures, Manufacturing, Assembly Technology and Wing Integration). This team was in excess of 250 people and an annual budget in excess of 100 million euros. Accountabilities included the R & T Operational Business Plan for the UK, contribution to the Airbus Technology Strategy, Technology Plan for UK, Primary interface for Airbus UK into the DTI and European Commission (EC) and Academia for technology projects. Project management of the Airbus Composite Wing technology programme which was funded by the EC and called TANGO’.
Between Oct 2002-06, Janet was head of A400 Military Transport Aircraft Wing Programme for Airbus.

In Jan 2007 Janet Mitchell set up her own consultancy, McSquared Consultants Ltd, of which she has been the CEO since its foundation

When we were kids, everyone had great difficulties playing with Janet although she was a good laugh, because she used to cheat in all the games. Everybody’s mother used to say ‘ooh it’s because Janet’s an only child, she’s not used to playing with others or sharing’. That may well have been the case when we were seven Janet, but I’m not sure that’s an excuse for the last 30 years.

Janet’s family were unusual among the people whom I knew when I was young in that they were not from Somerset. They were from Chorley and Janet’s entire extended family, to whom she and her parents were still close, all lived in Chorley. She was also much doted upon by the Chorley clan because she was the only grandchild of a big family. Chorley is an area which suffered badly in the 20th century post-industrial decline. There were two main employers in the area until recently – Leyland Trucks and BAE Systems. BAE systems closed its doors in 2008. That was OK though, Janet had set up her own consultancy by then and all her elderly relatives whom I remember who always batted so hard for Janet will have died by 2008.

I receive more names every day of those in Somerset whom I am told maxed out on their knowledge of what happened to me. I’m not putting them all up here, because I’m loathe to do so without a degree of evidence, at least circumstantial. However I have been told to enquire into the means by which a farming family by the name of Hill near Fiddington transformed their farm into a premier equestrian centre, Stockland Lovell Manor. The Hills were never at all horsey, but at the height of my difficulties with those we known and love, they raised an enormous sum of money and came up with very flash equestrian centre. Neighbouring farmers could not work out how the Hills had persuaded an investor to part with so much money, even if the farm had been used as security. The Hills had a daughter whom they told everyone was ‘working in the financial services’ in Europe, but she wasn’t a trader or a banker, didn’t possess professional qualifications and from what I was told it sounded as though she was actually a PA. Another daughter was a midwife – in Nottingham. Where I used to work and where a big research fraud between the Cancer Research Campaign and an American drug company was taking place in labs located at Nottingham University (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). The Hills also had a son, whom I am told now works for Somerset County Council Social Services, with disadvantaged youngsters.

The Hills used to give one of those who received money in return for their silence about what was happening to me a lift to Fiddington Church every Sunday. Mr Michael Hill was a churchwarden and a leading light in Somerset Cricket Club, so there’ll have been a few hobnobbing opportunities there. Ah the good old days, when stars like Ian Botham and Viv Richards played for Somerset, who would get pissed down the Anchor Inn in Combwich, in the company of the man who suddenly found himself with so many celebrity friends and so much money from about 1990 onward…

I think that Michael Hill and his wife Lavinia have both died now, so perhaps their offspring Diane, Jenny and Martin could explain how the family laid their hands on such a huge amount of dosh. Jenny Hill is probably the person to ask.

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Two other Top Tossers who were tripping over themselves in the 1990s to make unlikely friendships with people in Somerset who knew what was happening in north Wales were Dangerous Sports Club members Ding Boston and Martin Lyster. Boston and Lyster are both veterans of pointless dangerous activities dressed up as ‘extreme sports’ in which people sustain injuries or even die (only a prosecution for manslaughter, not murder and even then that nice lady judge at Bristol Crown Court directed the jury to acquit!). The dear old Dangerous Sports Club had the wind taken out of its sails some years ago, what with its founder the conman David Kirke going to prison and then the death of that Bulgarian student, but I note that Ding now describes himself as ‘Co-Ordinator, Oxford Universities Motorsport’. Don’t ask me what Ding’s real name is, he refuses to give it, even in toadying media profiles. ‘Dickhead’ will suffice.

Ding’s mate Martin Lyster did a first degree and then a PhD in physics at Oxford in the 1980s and then years later a Masters at Loughborough University in Renewable Energy. His Linked In profile describes his present position as an R&D Project Manager for SSE Power Distribution.

So who with links to Thatcher/Major – apart from Tommy Leigh-Pemberton’s father obviously – was the source of all the dosh then Ding and Martin?

When I was discussing all this with Brown, he remarked that the emissaries of Thatcher’s and Major’s Gov’ts will have seen me as doubly dangerous. Not only had I gathered huge amounts of crap on Dafydd and related sex trafficking rings in other parts of the country with links to Tory Ministers, but coming from Tory stock myself I’ll have been seen as a renegade who really had to be stopped. Brown commented that while we were having our friends murdered and our careers destroyed, a lot of older people in Somerset would have been able to remember my grandfather, who was the leading campaigner for Sir Gerald Wills, the Tory MP for Bridgwater, 1950-69. Indeed. The vacuous shite Tom King built on the solid Tory support that had accumulated in Bridgwater.
I reminded Brown that I think that Tom et al will have seen me as far more than doubly dangerous. My grandpa was a high Tory who hung out with the Sir Bufton Tuftons, but he did a few things that pissed people like Tom King off. Such as: denouncing Edward du Cann as a crook (du Cann was later demonstrated to be, er, a crook); turning down a knighthood – Lord King and Lady Jane would never have found it within themselves to do that; refusing an invitation to a Buck House garden party; taking the piss out of the Freemasons and, I understand, the Water Buffaloes as well.
In 1979, one day at school I and my friends were in the library reading the ‘Bridgwater Mercury’ and we happened upon the ’25 years ago today’ column. Everyone howled with laughter, because the snippet chosen was a speech that my grandfather had made to the Somerset Tories, in which he had said that ‘the Conservative Party today is not what it used to be’. Well it certainly wasn’t by the late 1980s, it was trying to murder his granddaughter because she’d stumbled across the Westminster Paedophile Ring.
Anyone for a Buck House garden party?
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The Village

Recent posts have touched on how some of the paedophiles’ friends pride themselves on being Arty, in their capacities as collectors but also in terms of them occupying positions of responsibility in museums, galleries or in Gov’t roles relating to the Arts.

Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass excels in this field, he owns Compton Verney in Warwickshire, one of the finest galleries in Europe. In 1993, Compton Verney was purchased in a run-down state by the Peter Moores Foundation, a ‘charity supporting music and visual arts’, established by Littlewoods Chairman Peter Moores, who restored it to a gallery capable of housing international exhibitions. In 1993, my career had been destroyed, as had the media career of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales and the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the abuse of children in care, concluding that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring. Thousands of statements had been taken, hundreds of complaints made and a file was sent to the CPS, yet there were no prosecutions.

In Oct 1993, John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron and his mates were cheerleaders for devolution and it was assumed by everyone that ‘when’ a Welsh Assembly was created, Ron would be First Secretary. It all fell apart when Ron had his moment of madness on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie, just before Blair was about to make Ron First Secretary in the newly established Welsh Assembly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Compton Verney Art Gallery is now run by Compton Verney House Trust, a registered charity no less. The charity in question is one Professor Robert Bluglass, who’s ‘Trust’ is ‘supported’ by the Peter Moores Foundation, after the Peter Moores Foundation transferred Compton Verney to the management of Bluglass’s blood-soaked, safe hands. In March 2004, the Compton Verney Art Gallery was opened by Prince Charles. That’s the Prince Charles who’s office told Alison Taylor that he ‘could not get involved’ when Alison Taylor wrote and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused; the Prince Charles who was Chancellor of UCNW when Bluglass’s mate Dafydd and his colleagues were using their roles in the College to run a sex trafficking ring; the Prince Charles who’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Peter Morrison, the constituency MP was abusing kids in care in north Wales; the Prince Charles who’s mater knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991, the month after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was facing possible imprisonment after Dafydd’s colleagues Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves.

Charles, what on earth are you doing mixed up in all this??? You’re the bloody heir to the throne, Bluglass has played a leading role in an international sex trafficking racket and the most probable explanation for Bluglass’s paws being on one of the finest art galleries in Europe is that it is the means by which he is laundering money. This is a very long way from the Duchy Organic range of expensive biscuits. It is, as you might say yourself, ‘sort of…um thingy…um appalling…’. Or if you are anything like the ‘Private Eye’ spoof of you in ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ you might. Heir of serious organised crime. It really is appalling. Pass me an oatcake, this is even more ridiculous than Jimmy Savile offering Charles and Di marriage guidance.

An online guide to ‘Greeting The Queen’ reassures readers that they mustn’t worry about what to say, they must just curtsy.

‘Have you come far?’ ‘Yes, I’ve fled north Wales because your son’s associates tried to kill me.’

It has recently been reported that Charles will be giving evidence to the IICSA relating to Bishop Peter Ball. Peter Ball was imprisoned for 32 months in 2015, for sex offences against children carried out between the 1970s and the 90s. The police received their first report in 1992. No charges were brought, but Ball resigned. It has been revealed that Charles had exchanged letters with Ball and that an independent inquiry found that Ball had ‘exploited his contact’ with members of the Royal Family, but there was ‘no evidence’ that Charles or any other Royals ‘sought to intervene at any point in order to protect or promote Ball’. Well that’s a relief, it’s simply that Charles is constantly rubbing noses with people who are involved with child abuse but can’t ‘get involved’ when he receives a letter telling him that someone has witnessed them abusing kids, it’s really nothing more sinister than that.

When Ball was reported for child abuse in 1992, the CPS received over 2000 letters of support for him, including letters from Cabinet Ministers and members of the Royal Family. It has not been made public who those Cabinet Ministers or Royals were. I was unaware that the CPS ever accepted ‘letters of support’. When I was prosecuted for ‘looking at a social worker in Safeways’ and for ‘calling Alun Davies a fat idiot’, no-one ever told me that I could get my mates to write to the CPS in support of me. I don’t know anyone else who was given that opportunity either.

Well it just goes to show that it’s one rule for molesting Bishops and another rule for the victims of sex trafficking gangs…

It has been admitted that Ball ‘tried to use his contact with with Charles to influence George Carey’, who was Archbishop of Canterbury at the time. I’m not sure that Ball will have needed to do that, George Carey used to be the Bishop of Bath and Wells and Somerset had one ‘dirty vicar’ known to me who molested the Brownies and Guides and another vicar who married a girl of about nineteen when he was nearly 50, who violently assaulted the kids in the local primary school and then nicked the money from the Church. Neither of them faced charges and ‘Bishop George’ – as Brown’s mum used to respectfully call him – did bugger all. All we ever heard about Bishop George were his fund-raising schemes such as the offer for the bereaved to sponsor a pipe of the organ in Wells Cathedral in memory of their loved one. Those pipes came at a very high price and it always sounded like a bit of a con to me.

Now that the paedophiles’ friends have bumped Brown’s dad off, I’ll reveal a state secret. When Col Brown organised HM Lilibet’s Silver Jubilee Celebrations in Bristol – for which Lilibet gave him an OBE – Col Brown wrote to the Palace to ask what to do about providing a bog for Lilibet, only not using that expression obviously. He received a letter back telling him that Lilibet ‘will not need to retire’. How Lilibet knew that she wouldn’t need to go for a piddle I do not know. Perhaps she’s had her pelvic floor tightened by Professor Stuart Stanton at St George’s Hospital Medical School, although she might not have risked going under his knife – his junior doctors all used to observe ‘God, I wouldn’t let him operate on me’.

 

I recommend that readers visit the Compton Verney website in order to see photos of the landscaped gardens (they were designed by Capability Brown no less) and the treasures that pack Bluglass’s house of ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, here’s the spiel encouraging interested parties to join in the crime spree:

Corporate Sponsorship and Membership

Let’s all join in a chorus of ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there laughing’…

What a bunch of dickwits, even if they are serious criminals of dickwits.

 

Robert Bluglass is not the only paedophiles’ friend – indeed even Dafydd’s friend – who has an interest in art. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, who’s son Thomas died of HIV/AIDS but before that was known to be abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales, was, among all his many other public positions (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Chairman of Gwasg Gregynog Press, 1978-91; President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57; a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1955-88 and a member of the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts, 1966-93. It was Lord Kenyon who was credited with transforming the National Portrait Gallery from a small specialist museum into ‘one of the great national galleries’.

 

Previous posts have noted how many paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the Arts Council of Great Britain. Harold Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor Lord Arnold Goodman was Chair of the Arts Council, 1965-72 and had a symbiotic relationship with Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow, who was Minister of Arts, 1964-70, under Harold Wilson (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Goodman was succeeded by Lord Patrick Gibson who was Chair of the Arts Council, 1972-77. Gibson was the paedophiles’ friend who knew that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were being contained in low paid seasonal jobs at Penrhyn Castle (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Sir Kenneth Robinson was Chairman, 1977-82. Robinson did Dafydd and the paedophiles a great many favours when Robinson was Health Minister, 1964-68 under Wilson and then again in his capacity as the President of the National Institute for Mental Health (MIND) (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir William Rees-Mogg was Chairman of the Arts Council, 1982-89. Mystic Mogg was a political appointment of Thatcher’s – he was a Tory, the former Editor of ‘The Times’, 1967-81 and a BBC Governor. He was also Chairman of the publishers Pickering and Chatto and a columnist for The Indie and the ‘Daily Mail’. Mystic Mogg stated in his memoirs in 2011 that Murdoch had been excellent for ‘The Times’ and for Fleet Street.

In April 1986, ‘The Times’ reported the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the Gwynedd Headmaster who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils, after being allowed to return to teaching in spite of a previous prison sentence for abusing his pupils (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). ‘The Times’ had reported on a scandal involving the serious neglect of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh some 20 yrs previously, but remained silent about north Wales abuse horrors from 1986 onward. Rupert Murdoch bought ‘The Times’ in 1981 and Sir Simon Jenkins, who has a home in Gwynedd, was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92 (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Simon must have missed that police investigation and all those deaths…

 

Rees-Mogg had a house in Somerset but spent most of his time in London, although he waved his Somerset credentials about a lot. He was High Sheriff of Somerset, 1975-78, so he would have known Brown’s father, who was Deputy Lieutenant at about the same time.

Mystic Mogg was of course the father of Jacob. When I was at school, Jacob featured in the ‘Western Daily Press’ and when he was about 10 yrs old he was promoted as a child prodigy with regard to his investments on the stock market. The ‘Western Daily Press’ was a sort of west country version of ‘The Sun’, a right wing newspaper which contained a lot of sex stories, although not pics of topless teenagers. The ‘Western Daily Press’ caught a whiff of sex everywhere, even when reporting serious harm or death. One memorable headline was ‘It’s Sex On Top Of The Cliff, Then Over We Go’, which was a report about quite a dangerous accident.

The ‘Western Daily Press’ also really maxed out on Diana Dors because she was from Swindon, but they had to keep remembering not to mention that her friends were gangsters and armed robbers. I think that Dors and her mates hung out at the Webbington Country Club near Bristol, which was viewed as a sort of Sodom and Gomorrah, the scene of gun fights and a venue for prostitution. The ‘Western Daily Press’ did manage to report it when Dors’ husband the actor Alan Lake was found shot dead. Lake’s death was always attributed to suicide but now I have a greater understanding of the circles in which he and Dors moved, I am wondering if questions were deliberately not asked about that death. As a young man, Lake went to prison after a particularly vicious pub brawl, which resulted in his mate Leapy Lee receiving an even longer sentence than Lake because he stabbed the pub’s relief manager. Leapy Lee was a rather lame pop singer who’s only hit was with the song ‘Little Arrows’. It would be a bit like Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits being banged up for stabbing someone.

One of the Hergest Unit patients who derived such entertainment from Dafydd used to chunder on in a Dafydd-voice about Dafydd listening to Herman’s Hermits records. The joke arose from an incident in which Dafydd had tried to get down with the kids – the man in question had been sectioned and was telling Dafydd that he had gone up into the mountains and ‘I ate some grass’. To which Dafydd responded ‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’ and the Hergest patient said ‘no, grass’. So Dafydd asked ‘why were ewe eating grass?’ The Hergest patient replied ‘because I was thirsty’. Dafydd diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. I had no idea at the time that Dafydd’s gang were selling disadvantaged kids and young people to rock stars for sex, I just used to roll around laughing at Dafydd’s idea of the counter-culture. Who knows, perhaps Herman and his Hermits were buying underaged boys off Dafydd, along with everyone else.

‘There’s a Kind of Hush All Over the World’
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 One track by Herman’s Hermits was ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.
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After coming out of prison, Alan Lake had a serious riding accident which nearly paralysed him and then he became an alcoholic and experienced psychotic episodes. He was treated by a Top Doctor, but I don’t know who. Lake became seriously depressed after Dors’ died and in Oct 1984 he was found dead having been shot in the head after taking his son to the railway station. His body was found in his son’s bedroom.

Lake played parts in the TV programmes ‘The Underworld’, ‘Locate And Destroy’, ‘Dixon Of Dock Green’, ‘Crown Court’, ‘Angels’, ‘No Hiding Place’, ‘Paint Me A Murder’ and ‘Hart To Hart’. His films included ‘Catch Us If You Can’.

 

Mystic Mogg’s daughter Annunziata stood unsuccessfully for a Somerset constituency for the Tories in the 2010 General Election and caused much mirth by calling herself ‘Nancy Mogg’ for electioneering purposes. Not that it fooled anyone.

 

In 1989 Lord Peter Palumbo succeeded Mystic Mogg as Chairman of the Arts Council and remained in post until 1993. Tory peer Palumbo is the son of Randolph Palumbo, himself a major property developer. Peter Palumbo was educated at Eton and then studied at Worcester College, Oxford. In 1972 Palumbo bought Farnsworth House in the US, expanded and improved the house by adding furniture of the man who designed the house and by purchasing adjacent properties and placing in them the work of eminent sculptors. Palumbo sold the property at auction to the National Trust for historic preservation in 2003. Palumbo also owns other swish properties in the US and for a time owned a Le Corbusier in Paris. In 1994 Palumbo demolished the Mappin & Webb building in the City of London and replaced it with a building designed by Sir James Stirling, which was opened by the Governor of the Bank of England, Eddie George.

Palumbo was a Trustee of the Tate, 1978-85 and Chairman of its foundation, 1986-87. He served as a Trustee for the Whitechapel Art Gallery and of the Natural History Museum. He was Chairman of the Serpentine Gallery’s Board of Trustees. He was also the Chancellor of the University of Portsmouth and the Chairman of the Friends of Highgate Cemetery. He has been on the Board of Trustees of The Architecture Foundation. Palumbo is or was Chairman of the jury of the Pritzker Prize for Architecture.

Palumbo led the fundraising effort to resurrect and refurbish the Church of St Stephen Walbrook in London, a building by Sir Christopher Wren. Henry Moore was commissioned by Palumbo to build a stone altar for the church. The former rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans, Dr Chad Varah, was the family chaplain. 

There were considerable problems in Bangor after the Samaritans refused to help suicidal people if they were mental health patients because the Samaritans ‘weren’t trained’ and ‘people like that often kill themselves anyway’. What made it worse was that the Hergest Unit were refusing to treat many mental health patients and would simply give them the phone number of the Samaritans and then call the police to throw them out of the hospital.

Palumbo was a polo team mate of Prince Charles and the two were close until 1984 when Charles publicly criticised some of Palumbo’s architecture. Palumbo nevertheless still became godfather to Princess Beatrice.  

Palumbo was created a life peer by Thatch in Feb 1991 – the same month as Peter Morrison was knighted! 

 

Palumbo’s eldest son is Jamie Palumbo who in 2017 had an estimated fortune of £350 million. He was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. From 1984-92, Palumbo worked for Merrill Lynch and Morgan Grenfell. 

In Sept 1991 Jamie Palumbo, together with his school friend Humphrey Waterhouse and DJ Justin Berkmann, founded the Ministry of Sound nightclub in South London. Initially Palumbo lost control of the club to drug dealers and a fight to regain control ensued. One wonders to what extent Jamie Palumbo ‘regained control’. Ministry of Sound has expanded into a number of areas including recorded music, live events, digital media and merchandise. Ministry of Sound Recordings is the largest independent music company in the world. In 2016 Palumbo sold Ministry of Sound Recordings to the Sony Music Group for $104 million.

It was the Sony subsidiary Epic which gave the Super Furry Animals such a generous recording deal (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The leading light in the Super Furries was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile ring made merry within the Council’s children’s homes.

In 1994 Palumbo launched legal proceedings against his father with his sister, claiming that his father had mismanaged the family trust and subsequently his father resigned as a trustee. In 2010 new proceedings were launched relating to another family trust, his father also resigned from this trust and paid legal fees. I hate to think what Jamie will do when his dad dies, the notion of ‘where’s a will there’s a relative’ will be taken to a whole new level.

Jamie Palumbo is a major donor to the Lib Dems and in Oct 2013 received a peerage.

 

In 1993 Alexander Ruthven, Earl Gowrie aka Grey Gowrie, became Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain. Grey Gowrie’s grandfather was Governor General of Australia and Gowrie was educated at Eton, Balliol College and Harvard.

Grey Gowrie succeeded to the earldom of Gowrie on the death of his grandfather on 2 May 1955; at the same time he succeeded as 2nd Viscount Ruthven of Canberra and 2nd Baron Gowrie of Canberra and of Dirleton (East Lothian). In 1956, he further succeeded his great-uncle the 10th Lord Ruthven of Freeland as 3rd Baron Ruthven of Gowrie.

Lord Gowrie inherited his estate in County Kildare from his great-aunt Sheelagh Blacker in 1967 and later sold it to Tony O’Reilly, to whom he also sold his Dublin home on Fitzwilliam Square. Sir Anthony O’Reilly is the billionaire Irish former businessman and international rugby union player. O Reilly led the Independent News & Media Group, 1973-09 and is the former CEO and Chairman of the H.J. Heinz Company. He was the leading shareholder of Waterford Wedgwood.

Gowrie lived partly in Ireland until 1983 and then moved to the marches region of Wales, while also maintaining a London residence for much of the period.

Grey Gowrie joined the Tory frontbench under Ted Heath in 1972 as a Whip and remained in position until 1974. He served under Thatcher as Minister of State for Employment, 1979-81 and as Minister of State for N Ireland, 1981-83. So Gowrie served in Thatcher’s Gov’t with Peter Morrison and would have been party to what had gone on at the Kincora Boys’ Home. Thatch then appointed Gowrie as Minister for the Arts, 1983-85. He was also Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster between 1984-85. Despite being offered the post of Secretary of State for Education and Science, Gowrie resigned from the Cabinet in 1985, stating that it was impossible for him to live in London on the salary provided for the post. Grey Gowrie is very rich and very posh, so ‘Private Eye’ made much of Gowrie’s low wages as a Cabinet Minister and there was comment about the need to stop the priceless work of art that was The Gowrie from leaving Britain.

Grey Gowrie was also Chairman of Sotheby’s, 1985–1994.

The Arts Council of Great Britain was divided in 1994 to form the Arts Council of England, Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales. At the same time the National Lottery was established and the Arts Council of England became one of the distribution bodies, thus The Gowrie was responsible for dishing out the dosh. The National Lottery was of course Thatcher’s big idea – Thatch maintained that it would provide an opportunity for the creation of more millionaires. If the old cow was still alive I’d remind her that it is quite difficult to make a living by gambling – even George Carman had to use his income as a corrupt barrister to subsidise his huge gaming debts – and contrary to the advert assuring us that it ‘could be you’, it was most unlikely to be. It’s called statistical probability, Thatch would have done well to have acquainted herself with the notion. However there have been a number of scandals when it has been revealed that Lottery money has been used for certain minority interests including gay and lesbian groups, some of which have not been what they pretended to be. The National Lottery looks kindly upon ‘mental health support groups’ and the like as well.

Now why would a filthy rich, multiply titled connoisseur of fine art and paedophiles’ friend like The Gowrie have been interested in causes like that? The Chairman of Sotheby’s was not going to be found sitting in the MIND ‘drop in’ in Bangor, being told that there was ‘nothing they could do’ when distressed Empowered Service Users recounted tales of serious crime on the part of the mental health services and others. There was someone who was banned from the Bangor MIND drop in – it was the Hergest patient who was a fine art graduate and who used to bang on about the World of Art and the filthy lucre and sexploitation involved. But Helen Milne, the inadequate, lame servant of Dafydd’s who ran the drop in, only banned him AFTER he’d given the lecture on art and the free lessons for the Empowered Service Users.

Helen’s colleague Alison Greenaway was the Bangor MIND co-ordinator for donkey’s years – then Alison trained as a psychiatric social worker and made her loyalties quite clear, as patients were found dead and went to prison – she didn’t say a word (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). Alison felt the call of social work at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.

It was an absolutely joke, there was not one ‘helping agency’ in north Wales that Dafydd and the paedophiles did not control. It seems that they even had The Gowrie in their pocket.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:

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Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:

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Now if Wingett’s the auctioneers near Wrexham had been involved in channelling dosh to the paedophiles’ friends, it would not surprise me. This is the Chairman of Sotheby’s that we are talking about.

 

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The Gowrie lectured at Harvard and UCL and was Provost of the Royal College of Art. He is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Together with Rowan Williams and Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, he is a Patron of the ‘Wilfred Owen Association’. In terms of the subject matter of my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, The Gowrie is a substantial part. The Gowrie was a founding Director of the British Friends of the National Gallery of Ireland.

In the summer of 1999, having been diagnosed with a serious heart condition, The Gowrie checked into Harefield Hospital and, after a heart transplant and a long recovery, left hospital in 2000. He became friends with his principal surgeon, Sir Magdi Yacoub and now Chairs the institute named for him. 

Magdi Yacoub worked with Dame Julia Polak, the person who was alleged to have been the most unscrupulous liar and fraudster at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was there in 1986-87. Some years later Polak and Yacoub claimed to have performed a life-saving medical miracle on Polak herself and then founded a research institute on the basis of that miracle. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ explains why I suspect that this was the most audacious of all Polak’s alleged research frauds.

In 2003 The Gowrie was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. In Jan 2009, The Gowrie accepted Farad Azima’s invitation to Chair the Advisory Board of the Iran Heritage Foundation.

The Gowrie’s first wife was Alexandra Bingley, daughter of Colonel Robert Bingley. I’ve done a bit of digging to try and find out if Robert Bingley is any relation of the Bingley clan who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years but surprise, surprise, the info doesn’t seem to be available.

 

 

The Arts Council dates back to the 1940s. In 1940, the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts (CEMA), was appointed to help promote and maintain British culture. The Council was Gov’t funded and after WWII was renamed the Arts Council of Great Britain.

A  Royal Charter was granted on 9 Aug 1946, followed by another in 1967. The latter provided for functions in Scotland and Wales to be conducted by two almost autonomous committees known as the Scottish and Welsh Arts Councils – the basis for today’s Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales.

The Council’s first Chairman was John Maynard Keynes who used his influence in Gov’t to secure a high level of funding, despite Britain’s severe economic problems following WWII. The majority of this funding was directed to organisations with which Keynes had close ties such as the Royal Opera House and was restricted to Central London. Keynes used his political influence to ensure that the Arts Council reported directly to the Treasury, establishing the principle of an ‘arms length’ relationship between UK Arts policy and the Gov’t of the day.

After Keynes’ death, Gov’t funding was reduced, but the Arts Council received wide recognition for its contribution to the Festival of Britain thanks to the new Chairman Kenneth Clark. Kenneth Clark was the father of the odious sexual predator, the Tory MP Alan Clark. Alan Clark was constantly constructed as a bit of a character – he was actually someone who had sex with anything that moved, including non-consenting people who were below 16 yrs old. Clark regularly exposed himself to school girls and would follow young women around London whom he’d seen on public transport and had taken a shine to. Clark was a junior Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t in the Depts of Employment, Trade and Defence. He worked at the Dept of Employment with Ken Clarke and Ken Clarke’s autobiography alleges that Alan Clark rarely made it into work and spent most of his time drunk. Alan Clark wrote about the quality of the ‘globes’ of the young women whom he saw on trains and remarked upon Thatch’s ‘very pretty ankles’. Which caused Ian Hislop to remark that Thatcher’s globes obviously weren’t worth a comment.

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It really is quite unbelievable that someone allowed this lot to run a country.

Art works commissioned by the Council for the Festival of Britain were retained to form the basis of the Arts Council Collection. 

Under Wilson’s Gov’t of 1964-70, it is said that the Arts Council enjoyed a ‘golden age’, thanks to the close relationship between paedophiles’ friends Chairman Arnold Goodman and the Arts Minister Jennie Lee. This period saw the Arts Council establish a network of arts organisations across the country and a programme of touring exhibitions and performances.

During the 1970s and 1980s the Arts Council came under attack for being elitist and politically biased, in particular from Tebbit. It is clear from the Arts Council Chairs appointed by Thatcher that under the Tories it did not become less elitist or less politically biased in any way – instead of being run by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing bent, it was run by very rich paedophiles’ friends who were Tories. The Gov’t grant to the Council was capped, the idea being that the shortfall would be made up by increased sponsorship from the private sector.

The Secretary-General of the Arts Council from 1975–83 was Roy Shaw, the last Secretary-General to be knighted. Presumably after 1983, Lilibet had her hands full dishing the knighthoods out to Peter Morrison, Jimmy Savile and their ilk. Shaw faced the ‘difficult task’ of reconciling ‘the needs’ of arts organisations with the restricted funding. Mystic Mogg proposed slimming down the Council’s responsibilities. This led to a series of clashes with leading luvvies such as Peter Hall, who resigned from the Arts Council in protest. In 1987 the restructure inspired by Mystic Mogg cut by half the number of organisations receiving Arts Council funding. During the same period, the Arts Council began ‘encouraging a greater level of corporate sponsorship for the arts’, which I think means that Charles Saatchi was allowed to call the shots. Hence the elevation of Tracey Emin’s NHS-style disgusting bed and her ‘everyone whom I have ever shagged’ tent to the status of works of art.

Charles Saatchi became famous all over again in 2013, after he was photographed with his hands around the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, the daughter of former Chancellor Nigel Lawson. Charles maintained that it was a ‘playful tiff’. An acrimonious divorce followed with allegations and counter-allegations of unpleasant behaviour on the part of Saatchi and coke snorting on the part of Nigella. When Nigella Lawson was at Oxford, she was involved with the Dangerous Sports Club, a bunch of Top Tossers who routinely did some very dangerous and frequently unlawful things but who never faced many consequences.

A leading light in the Dangerous Sports Club was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England, 1983-93 . Tommy Leigh-Pemberton died in what is always described as a ‘tragic accident’, the details of which were not made public. I know the details. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was shot dead, deliberately, by someone whom he had really pissed off. Leigh-Pemberton was a twat of the highest order and there was nothing that he liked more than driving dangerously, at speed, through built-up areas. He was living in Kenya and it was known that the staff of one of the embassies in Nairobi were trigger happy and that if someone drove past at speed, potshots would be taken at them. So the wanker Tommy and his mates dared each other to drive past and elicit the bullets. Which they did, repeatedly. Until one of the bullets hit Leigh-Pemberton and killed him. The truth behind Leigh-Pemberton’s death did not appear in any media report.

Leigh-Pemberton and his mates revelled in doing anything, anything at all, knowing that their Top Tory parents would get them off the hook, no matter how dangerous or illegal it had been.

The founder of the Dangerous Sports Club was David Kirke – although that was not  his real name – who lied and swindled his way around the world’s best hotels, spinning a yarn about being an Oxford Professor. After many years of fraud and deception, the world finally caught up with David Kirke in the early 1990s and he was imprisoned. His defence team stated that he was a ‘Walter Mitty’ character and was manic to boot. He wasn’t, he was a conman who targeted people whom he knew would be impressed with fuckwittery and a plummy accent. Graham Chapman of Monty Python was associated with the Dangerous Sports Club, as a consequence of Kirke wanting to ingratiate himself to someone affluent and famous to gain, as Kirke himself said, ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’.

Nigella’s association with the crook Kirke and his friends was never publicised. But then no-one mentioned that her father’s constituency was in Leicestershire, in the area of the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal with the associated serious criminality.

Now Nigella! Who ordered Kirke to contact people who knew me from years previously and pay them all that money to ensure that if – or indeed when – I was found dead, or was imprisoned, that a pack of lies would be told about me, by people ‘who really knew what she was like’? Because someone gave them a great deal of money, whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Thousands and thousands of pounds, two Range Rovers were purchased, a country house, it was incredible. Furthermore Nigella, how did your daddy and his mates ensure that no-one went to prison when the man whom you paid to collaborate with you regarding my allegations re Dafydd and the paedophiles KILLED that young Bulgarian student? The whole of Somerset wanted to know why it was only a manslaughter charge, not murder and why the judge ordered them to be acquitted. Bristol Crown Court, 2004. What was going on exactly?

I think that the Angels of north Wales are going to have to give many more interviews about being attacked by Dangerous Patients to get out of this one. We’ll need a few more cures for cancer as well. And a ‘Save The NHS March’ through central London.

Robin Leigh-Pemberton was given a peerage – in 1992. Once those five other witnesses had been safely killed by that firebomb and once my career had been wrecked and the career of my friend who had been planning to make a documentary about north Wales.

Leigh-Pemberton is dead, as is Thatch who appointed him as Governor of the Bank of England. But the man who gave him a peerage is alive and kicking and has questions to answer.

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Here’s a close pal of some murdering bastards, at a photo shoot at Selfridge’s no less. Probably after a visit to the hairdresser and a quick snort. She needs to look her best! Not that Nigel Lawson would ever have allowed his own kids within a mile of Dafydd – it was other people’s children whom he preyed on. Particularly when there was an election to be won.

 

 

As for all that modern art that Charles Saatchi purchased, I cannot help but wonder if someone was having a laugh at his expense. Perhaps someone who knew that the World of Art was crawling with rich abusive people and fancied making it a laughing stock? Hence Viz magazine’s awards for the best modern art spotted on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne bus shelters – the prize winner was 14 yr old Jason with his piece of graffiti ‘My Penis Smells of Apples’. Had Jason been blonde and pretty, no doubt ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’ would have found its way into Saatchi’s Chelsea gallery.

 

My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ mentioned the art student turned Hergest Unit patient who told me that if he wanted, he could take the art world by storm with his construction ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ in return for selling his bottom to the Big Beasts. I doubt that he could have at that point because he was in his 40s and had suffered from the ravages of Dafydd’s ‘help’, but when he was young I think it highly likely that his plan would have worked. This man supplied me with the names of many of the Great n Good, whom he assured me survived on a diet of cocaine, champagne and underaged kids. The names that I was given included Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud and David Hockney. The Hergest staff were far too bigoted to listen to a word that this man said, but I did and the reason why he was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd many years previously was that he objected to a North Wales Police Sergeant appearing at his side when he was in the loo and naked, after he had been fitted up for drugs offences. His objection to the police officer was met with a punch in the face, imprisonment in Risley Remand Centre and a lifetime in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends.

Ella Fisk, an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit, once told me that I was ‘so much more intelligent’ than this man. No I was not, he did have a brain but it had been completely scrambled, initially by psychedelic drugs, but then it had then been finished off by the ‘medication’ that he was assured was absolutely necessary. I knew what he was being given – he didn’t because he knew bugger all about pharmacology – and I knew exactly what it was doing to him…Despite the best efforts of the paedophiles’ friends, some of his memories were crystal clear – of Denbigh, of Risley Remand Centre, of the rock scene in the 60s and 70s and of the art world. Dafydd knew what that man had witnessed and a decision was taken to ensure that – like everyone else who could name people in High Society who had done things that they shouldn’t have – this man disappeared in the criminal justice and mental health system of north Wales.

 

Mr Murdoch – there is more than one ageing Empowered Service User in north Wales who has named your wife’s ex as being part of a very sordid scene when he was younger. Before he was Sirred and sent his kids to Eton.

 

The Arts Council England’s website tells us that ‘We invest public money to make great art that has an impact on everyone’s lives’. It’s certainly had an impact on mine, they bankrolled the friends of a gang of sex traffickers who tried to kill me.

One of the websites ‘telling the story’ of the Arts Council features a splendid picture of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen doing their Shakespearean bit. Dame Judi is of course Robert Bluglass’s old mucker and Sir Ian is the man who campaigned long and hard to have gay people accepted into public life and polite society. I don’t have a problem with that, but an archive clip of an interview with Sir Ian on this subject shows him naming Michael Barrymore as a high profile Funnyman who to Sir Ian’s delighht had by then been taken into the nation’s hearts. Sir Ian gave that interview before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool, a sexually injured corpse who’s presence in that pool has never been explained.

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I know nuzzing…

Sir Ian only came out as gay in 1988, but his orientation was well-known in the acting world long before then. Sir Ian Bravely Spoke Out against Section 28, the insanity dreamt up by Thatcher’s Gov’t to prevent local authorities from ‘promoting homosexuality’ whilst kids in care in north Wales were imprisoned or killed lest anyone be in a position to testify that her mate Peter Morrison was abusing them. Section 28 was enacted in May 1988, which was after Alison Taylor and I had refused to keep quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles and after Mary Wynch had done battle in court with them. So how about a grand gesture from a Gov’t of hypocrites who were knowingly colluding with the trafficking of kids in care for both heterosexual and homosexual tastes?

It was Jill Knight – now Baroness Knight – who introduced Section 28. Knight had some quaint ideas about gays – she was on record as stating that they were good with antiques – but she didn’t think that they should be promoted or indeed allowed to be parents. More importantly, Jill Knight was for years a member of the Monday Club, which was heaving with Tories who were concealing the abuse of children and contained a number who were actually abusing kids themselves. Jill was MP for Birmingham Edgbaston, 1966-97. Jill, having spent more than 30 years living cheek by jowl with the corrupt professionals who oiled the wheels of Dafydd’s trafficking gang and sent kids in care into his arms, I presume that you are well-acquainted with a man called Robert Bluglass, who virtually ran the NHS in Birmingham.

 

Sir Ian stated that he had to Do Something About Section 28, even if it ruined his career. Of course it did not ruin his career – everyone already knew that he was gay – in fact it did his career a great deal of good, he was hailed a Champ of the Oppressed. Which could have been very useful if there had been any service users knocking around who might have remembered Sir Ian or his mates utilising the services provided by Dafydd and Lucille.

In 2010 Sir Ian featured in TV adverts to support Age UK, which was formed from the merger of Age Concern and Help the Aged – Sir Ian gave his time free of charge. Paedophiles’ friend Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, was formerly the Chief Exec of Age Concern in North East Wales. Before that, Margaret was a children’s and family social worker and a Councillor in Cheshire. Whilst Dafydd’s paedophile gang operated in that county. Margaret’s husband David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn and the former PPS To Tony Blair.

Sir Ian’s former partner is Sean Mathias, a theatre and film director. Sean Mathias is described as being ‘Welsh-born’ – whether he is any relation of William Mathias, the esteemed late Welsh composer who was Prof of Music at UCNW for many years as well as a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), I don’t know.

Sir Ian was knighted in the New Years Honours 1991 – just like Sir Peter Morrison!

 

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Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:

 

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Sir Roy Shaw – the Secretary General of the Arts Council, 1975-83 – also sat on Harold Wilson’s OU planning committee, along with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).

Shaw grew up in considerable hardship in Sheffield, but his schooling was terminated early as a result of Crohn’s disease. He left school young, worked first in a butcher’s shop and then at the ‘Sheffield Telegraph’ and for Sheffield Library. Shaw gained a place at the Quaker college at Woodbrooke, Birmingham, for a pre-university course in 1941. Previous posts have mentioned the involvement of a number of Quakers in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Shaw later went to Manchester University, graduating in 1946.

While at Manchester University Sir Roy was an editor of the journal, ‘Humanitas’, along with Herbert McCabe, who later became a Dominican priest. In 1946, Shaw married Gwenyth Baron. They had seven children, including the Sussex University sociologist Professor Martin Shaw and the journalist Phil Shaw. Martin Shaw is a member of the Labour Party, a former International Socialist and was active in E.N.D. and other leftist groups.

 

In 1946, Sir Roy Shaw was appointed a tutor for the WEA in the East Riding of Yorkshire. In 1947, Shaw became a Lecturer in the Department of Extra-Mural Studies at the University of Leeds and in 1958 he was appointed Director of the Leeds University Adult Education Centre in Bradford. Shaw organised art exhibitions, concerts, and visits by theatre and opera groups.

There was organised sex offending in the Leeds and Bradford areas as well as in the wider Yorkshire region as long  the late 1940s – the situation was considerably inflamed by Jimmy Savile just a few years later. People involved in adult education/sociology/community studies will have known about it.

In 1962 Shaw was appointed Head of Adult Education at the University of Keele, which had a long running problem with paedophiles and those who protected them working there. Keele gave Shaw a Chair in 1967. While at Keele Shaw became a BBC Governor and a Governor of the  British Film Institute and it was at that time that he became involved in the foundation of the OU.

Shaw was the theatre critic of ‘The Tablet’, 1990-2000. He remained concerned with political issues, for example visiting Israel in 1994 to press for the release of the nuclear whistle-blower Mordechai Vanunu. In 2006, at the age of 88, Shaw Chaired the Celebrating Age festival in Brighton and Hove.

Shaw converted to Catholicism in 1955, but left the RC Church in the late 1960s and returned in the 1970s.

Shaw’s Indie obituary states that ‘he built Keele University’s outreach work in the Potteries and the surrounding villages’, that ‘he also became a national figure in the movement for second-chance education’ and that ‘he championed theatre in the round at the Victoria Theatre in Stoke-on-Trent, and loved music hall and comedians (especially Ken Dodd) as much as the classics’.

A long standing network of abusers targeting children in care with the usual knock-on effect on the mental health services/NHS existed in the Staffordshire area and my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ details Ken Dodd’s links with those involved in the abuse of vulnerable people, including in north Wales.

Shaw also had dealings with Ruskin College, which educated many future Labour MPs (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold taught at Ruskin and Peter Howarth was a student of his. Arnold later became the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn when it bloomed into a major centre of paedophile activity and Howarth was one of the few who did actually end up going to prison for abusing boys there. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where the boys had been abused…

 

Shaw had a ‘passionate conviction’ that funding the arts was the state’s job – not that of private benefactors or commercial sponsors. At Shaw’s retirement party in 1983 he asked the then Arts Minister The Gowrie whether he had read the paper Shaw prepared on developing wider access to the arts, which The Gowrie had not even acknowledged. The Gowrie replied ‘Oh, yes, but my main concern is to foster the growth of business sponsorship.’

So it was either state-funded sexual exploitation or sexual exploitation funded by corporate sponsorship. It was a win-win situation for Dafydd et al. What nobody would do was expose what was going on. Shaw’s obituary in the Torygraph illustrates the difficulties that anyone alleging the existence of organised Naughtiness In High Places will face:

 ‘[Shaw’s] showed his wide browsing on the matter — he was able to pose such questions as “Did Orson Welles read Bertrand Russell?” — and it also contained attacks on such Conservative enemies as Kingsley Amis, Alistair McAlpine and Norman St John-Stevas. Shaw had once been on first-name terms with St John-Stevas but, following the latter’s appointment as Arts Minister, was riled when he found himself required to address him as “Minister” and gratefully wait for meetings “like a papal audience”….Margaret Thatcher was keen that sponsorship should play as great a role as subsidy, and the Arts Council often struggled to justify its own existence. Yet the forces within it were frequently so politically opposed that there was little coherence in policy, and attempts to compensate for Conservative policies resulted sometimes in support for wildly self-indulgent work.

Shaw was sentimental about the arts and the status the Arts Council gave him. “Who can deny,” he wrote, “that to sit in a box at the Royal Opera is a delightful experience — diminished only by twinges of regret that so many of the people one had lived with in the North or the Midlands could not share the delight? Who could fail to be excited by those glamorous annual theatrical dinners and lunches where you saw most of the famous actors you could think of — and talked to several you knew personally?”

Literature, Shaw conceded, was “a problem area”. More specifically, he disliked the Director of Literature, Charles Osborne. “I felt it my duty to try and persuade him to resign and devote himself more fully to the writing and broadcasting from which I had the impression he earned almost as much as his Council salary.”

Reviewing ‘The Arts and the People’, Osborne hit back: “Of the four Secretaries General with whom I worked, he was the only one who tended to wave his politics about like an offensive weapon. If one stood up to his hectoring manner, he could be quite genial. If one did not have the temperament to defend oneself, he could behave like the worst kind of bully.”

Shaw angrily denied that he was Left-wing and obsessed with adult education. He pointed to the occasions when he had advocated the withdrawal of grants to various Left-wing theatre groups. None the less, as Secretary General, he gave his support to the cause of North-West Spanner, a Left-wing alternative theatre company that had its grant removed at the behest of a Right-wing local councillor in 1977.

The resulting furore brought together a coalition of actors, theatre groups and leading intellectuals, who complained of political censorship and succeeded in having the money restored. In a way, it was the political theatre’s only tangible victory of the decade; but it was also a caricature of militant aims.

They had won the right to be employed by their avowed enemies, thus arguing the case for a system they were wholly opposed to. Subsequently, some of Spanner’s actors researched a play set in a hospital and so enjoyed the experience of real work that they became hospital porters…

He also turned his mind to policies for the arts and became an unpaid adviser to Jenny Lee, who, under Wilson, was Britain’s first Arts Minister. When the Conservatives were returned to power, Jenny Lee was replaced by Lord Eccles, who retained Shaw and appointed him an unpaid member of the Arts Council in 1972. Three years later Shaw was appointed Secretary General. ‘Private Eye’ noted the appointment of a “provincial academic” to an “Establishment” position.’

It will not have been a coincidence that Shaw, the ‘provincial academic’ was appointed to an ‘establishment’ position. He was a provincial academic who had spent years working in a region that was the hub of organised sex abuse and had worked in the institutions and settings in which that abuse was a substantial problem. Every Gov’t was concealing the same criminality as it snowballed – Shaw will have proved useful to all of them.

Lord Eccles was the Arts Minister, 1970-73, under Ted Heath. Lord Jack Donaldson succeeded Eccles as Arts Minister and remained there throughout Wilson’s and then Callaghan’s administrations. Jack Donaldson is described as, among other things, a ‘prison reformer’ and an ‘Approved School manager’. Abuse of children in Approved Schools was endemic and I don’t think that Jack was very effective where reforming prisons was concerned. Donaldson was a junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, 1974-76, so he’ll also have been in on the shagfest that was the Kincora Boys’ Home and the lengths that everyone went to in order to conceal that. Donaldson was Chairman of the National Consumer Council, 1968-71. He left the Labour Party to join Dr Death and the gang in 1981.

Donaldson was succeeded as Arts Minister by Norman St John Stevas, (1979-81), who was indulging in the very same activities with under-aged boys as Sir Peter Morrison. St John Stevas was succeeded by Paul Channon, 1981-83, (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’), who was succeeded by Earl Gowrie, 1983-85, who was succeeded by Richard Luce, 1985-90, (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), who was succeeded by David Mellor, 1989-90 – who had previously worked in the Home Office and the Dept of Health – and so it continued.

Every one of these Arts Ministers had previously held responsibilities in which they had concealed serious organised sexual abuse. Which set them up very nicely for presiding over a Ministerial Dept responsible for theatre, arts and music, areas in which the sexual exploitation of young people was rife.

 

So organised sexual exploitation was being concealed across the political spectrum, by people involved in the Arts from a range of backgrounds with different notions of what the Arts should be, who they should serve and who should fund them. Most ludicrously, on a broader societal scale, sex offending was being concealed by the nations’s moralists as well as by the sexual liberators. Mary Whitehouse or Sir Ian McKellen? Neither was going to help the victims of Dafydd et al.

 

I enjoy using the phrase ‘Naughtiness In High Places’ because when Thatcher was in Gov’t, Brown’s brother and I read an old Monty Python book which detailed their spoof general election campaign involving the Silly Party, who’s manifesto was ‘destroying industry, raising unemployment and encouraging naughtiness in high places’. We were reading it just after the Cecil Parkinson scandal broke and Brown’s brother observed that the Tories had managed to implement the Silly Party’s manifesto, which left us rolling around laughing for a very long time. ‘Vote Wisely – Vote Silly. You Know It Makes Nonsense’. At that time, Graham Chapman’s penchant for having sex with under-aged boys was known, but no-one in showbiz mentioned a word… Graham was just gay and a zany Python. It might have helped that John Cleese was very friendly with a number of analysts and Top Docs who were concealing child abuse, some of whom were personally known to Dafydd. The John Cleese who featured in a 1987 party political broadcast for the SDP-Liberal Alliance.

This man was mates with some of those who’s signatures are on documents in my possession, detailing serious criminal activity on their own part:

The Lord Owen
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Dr Death knew exactly what was happening and he knew that witnesses were locked up in Risley Remand Centre, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and high security hospitals. You, Dr Death, need to cough and now. Dr Death’s former place of employment, St Thomas’s Hospital, served as the home of choice for those at the top of the pyramid of people who were ensuring that Dafydd et al never ever were held to account. Why Peter Hennessey gives Dr Death the time of day even when Hennessey trots around the Lords interviewing clapped out old farts who have caused so much damage I cannot imagine.

 

From 1977-83 Sir Roy Shaw was Visiting Professor at the Centre for Arts, City University London. Shaw died in Brighton, the location of John Allen’s brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the site of the firebombing which killed the five witnesses in April 1992.

The Guardian’s obituary of Shaw provides us with a bit more information regarding the reach of his tentacles and his self-interest:
As a member of the British delegation to the first world conference of culture ministers, in Venice in 1970, he greatly impressed Lord (David) Eccles… Preserving the integrity of bodies such as the Royal Shakespeare Company, capable of box-office successes but needing public support for their core work, was a continual concern. Opera brought out even more vividly what was important to Shaw. After he persuaded local government to match Arts Council funding, English National Opera North opened in Leeds with Saint-Saëns’s Samson et Dalila in 1978; since 1981 it has continued as Opera North. On the other hand, in 1990, after he had left the council, he criticised the Royal Opera House in London as “the least accessible arts institution in Britain”…

Again, he met opposition from the more artistically haughty among the staff and council members, and had at first to turn to the Gulbenkian Foundation for funding. However, the highly successful initiative was soon imitated by other arts organisations and the education department became a valued part of the council’s activities.

Shaw became an organising tutor for the North Yorkshire district of the Workers’ Educational Association. Within a year, Sidney Raybould, who was building a formidably committed extra-mural department at Leeds University, offered him a staff tutorship; he stayed for 13 years. The WEA district secretary, Fred Sedgwick, thought Shaw the best tutor in Yorkshire….[Whilst at Keele University] Shaw set up a fine, wide system, made some notable experiments in workers’ education, as with miners’ families in the village of Silverdale, and vigorously encouraged film and related studies.

‘The Guardian’ mentioned that Sir Roy, despite his Catholicism and his long service on ‘The Tablet’, ‘in the new century’, had ‘his faith’ was ‘shaken by events within the Catholic Church and after a brief period of attending Anglican services he finally ceased his lifelong quest and declared himself agnostic.’

I’m wondering if it might have been the tidal wave of allegations of child abuse that emerged from the Catholic Church ‘in the new century’ that shook Shaw’s faith so much, so he got the hell out of there before investigations began, nipped over to join the Anglicans, who then found themselves under fire in exactly the same way. At which point Sir Roy became an agnostic. I’m sure that there’ll be a group of agnostics somewhere abusing kids, Dafydd caters for a great many people, he’s all things to all men, no-one’s left out.

‘The Times’ also paid tribute to Sir Roy when he died: He arrived with a mission to open up the arts to working-class people, one that almost caused a deputation from the art form directors to the then chairman, Lord Gibson, though not for its socialist principles. Shaw had told them that they were too close to their clients, that they operated too much of an old boys’ network and that they needed to be more “clinically detached”. He avoided the threatened confrontation by talking his new colleagues through his intentions, but for some weeks they sported lapel badges reading, “I am clinically detached”.

I notice that Sir Roy borrowed a Top Docs notion. Top Docs are of course supposed to be ‘clinically detached’, it is supposed to protect them from becoming traumatised in the face of their patients’ suffering and it is also supposed to protect patients from things like sexual exploitation. Dafydd and his mates used the concept to dump patients after they had shagged them and then used it as an umbrella for ever after to refuse to answer questions or complaints etc.

Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketelbey. He was a student at the Royal College of Music, before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. He attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968.

Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-Upon-Thames in 1973 with painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing ‘Barley Splatt’, a neo-Gothic building.  

Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Sir Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. Ovenden’s daughter, Emily, is a writer and singer with the Mediaeval Baebes and Pythia.

Ovenden’s nude and semi-nude photographic portraits of young girls were published, as were his photographs of the children’s street culture in London taken in the late 1950s and early 1960s when Ovenden was a teenager. His book ‘Aspects of Lolita contains prints inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel ‘Lolita’. A general monograph of his paintings, drawings, prints and photographs was published. Many other publications also contain his work . Ovenden’s work has also graced the covers of record albums and books. His work is in numerous collections, including the Victoria and Albert Museum, The Tate and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

In addition, Ovenden has curated numerous exhibitions, many featuring his extensive collection of antiquarian photographs. Ovenden and his work have been the subject of broadcasts and films, including ‘Lolita Unclothed’ for the series ‘World without Walls’ (ITV, Channel 4, 1993), ‘Stop The Week’ (BBC Radio 4, 1989), ‘Curious Houses with Lucinda Lambton’ (BBC-TV, 1987), ‘Bats in the Belfy – Home Sweet Home’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Robinson Country: The Painter’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Figures in a Landscape: The Brotherhood of Ruralists (BBC Radio 3, 1983) and ‘Summer With the Ruralists, a film produced and directed by John Read for the BBC (1978–79). In 2000, the British Library funded a formal interview with Ovenden as part of its ‘Oral History of British Photography’ series.

In 1980 Ovenden was prosecuted but found not guilty of fraud pertaining to his involvement in the production of hoax calotypes, purportedly images of Victorian street children by a photographer ‘Francis Hetling’. The images were actually taken by Ovenden’s friend, Howard Grey, and re-photographed and printed by Ovenden. Some of the images had been shown at the National Portrait Gallery.

Ovenden’s work has long been been controversial for its depiction of prepubescent girls. In 1991, as ‘States of Grace’ was being published, a set of proofs and a photograph for the book were seized by U.S. Customs and held for over seven months. In Feb 1992, the U.S. Department of Justice claimed that the work depicted ‘sexually explicit conduct’ and therefore was illegal to import, sell or own. During a court hearing one month later in the United States District Court, Eastern District of New York, a federal prosecutor identified page 54 as containing the sole offending image in the book, a substantial retreat from the initial position.

A hearing before Magistrate Zachary Carter was held on 28 May 1992. The hearing was attended by the subject depicted in the allegedly offending image, who was then 18 years of age, as well as the eminent photo-historian and critic, A.D. Coleman. Both witnesses were prepared to testify and gave written statements. The subject of the image on page 54 said:

I have known Graham Ovenden as a family friend for fourteen years – since I was four years old. I have modelled for Graham on numerous occasions – in fact, too numerous to count – for both his photographs and paintings. I have modeled for him both clothed and fully nude, both alone and with other children…. The portrait which the United States has charged as indecent is a portrait of me as I was eight years ago. I am not acting in a sexual way in the picture and Graham never asked me to sexual or treated me as a sexual object. The accusation that the image is ‘obscene’ is, to me, an accusation that I am ‘obscene,’ something to which I take offence.

A.D. Coleman’s prepared statement noted the many artistic qualities of the image which were inconsistent with their being labelled ‘lascivious’. Representatives of the American Civil Liberties Union were also in court to offer their brief and were joined by artists, art critics, administrators and various organizations, in opposition to the Gov’ts attempt to censor ‘States of Grace’.

Ovenden himself attested in writing as follows: ‘Symbolically speaking, we are dealing with feelings of the heart and the human yearning for Edenic simplicity – a state of grace, as it were, where there is neither sin nor corruption. The apple has yet to be eaten. The subject, of course, symbolizes this state in the photograph. At the same time, we see that the attainment of Eden is no easy task: the vulnerability of the child suggests, or rather confirms, the fragility of Eden, as well as its fleeting nature in the face of the concerns of the adult world and the demands of modernity’.

Ovenden may well have believed all this, but it reads curiously like Viz magazine’s art critic’s judgement when 14 yr old Jason hit the big time with ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’.

 

In the face of the subject’s account of her experience of being photographed by Ovenden, the statements proffered by Ovenden and Coleman and the support of the ACLU and others, the government acknowledged defeat and returned the photograph and the proofs. Two months later the book was imported into the US.

On 21 May 1998, censors in New Zealand classified ‘States of Grace’ as UNRESTRICTED, ie. deemed suitable for all audiences. 

On 5 May 2000, the San Diego Public Library announced that it did not consider ‘States of Grace’ (as well as David Hamilton’s ‘Twenty Five Years of an Artist’) to contain child pornography and stated that both Ovenden and Hamilton are ‘contemporary and historically important photographers’ whose work is ‘culturally and artistically significant’. The determination was made in response to a ruling by a San Diego Superior Court judge that a man had photocopied images from those books ‘not for art’s sake but for sexual purposes’. In late Oct 2009, British customs permitted entry of Ovenden’s book, ‘States of Grace’, sent to a customer who purchased it at auction in the US on eBay. The auction price was $350.00.

A year later, in England, some of Ovenden’s photographs were confiscated by the Obscene Publications Squad from Scotland Yard but were returned after a campaign by Lord Jeremy Hutchison, Sir Hugh Casson and David Hockney.

Ovenden’s work ‘Five Girls’ and 29 other images in the permanent collection of the Tate were accessible online until Oct 2009, following the scandal that erupted over a photograph of Brooke Shields as part of the Tate Modern’s 2009 ‘Pop Life’ exhibit.

In 2009 Ovenden was charged with 16 counts of creating ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children and two counts of possessing 121 ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children. The 121 images are all versions or stages of the 16 works and had been deleted from Ovenden’s computer at the time his home was raided in 2006. The images were subsequently undeleted by police. The prosecution argued that these images were ‘indecent’. The defence argued that the works 121 images were temporary stages toward the creation of the 16 works, that those works constitute art and in no event were any of the works created with criminal intent. The Crown did not alleged that the images at issue depict any actual children.

On 22 Oct 2009, after less than two days of trial, the jury was discharged and a new trial date set. On 9 April 2010, after a five-minute hearing, the case was thrown out by the judge as two key prosecution witnesses – police officers who had searched his home three and a half years earlier – failed to appear in court. The police declined to comment and the CPS refused to disclose how much the investigation had cost the taxpayer. Graham Ovenden described the police as ‘totally and utterly transfixed by childhood sexuality’ and himself as ‘a controversial figure and, at the moment, a very angry old man’. The prosecution declined to launch an appeal.

On 19 April 2010, it was reported that the Child Abuse Investigation Team of the Metropolitan Police, the force which had carried out the three and a half-year investigation for the trial, was investigating Ovenden over allegations of child sex abuse. Ovenden said such allegations had been made at the start of the previous investigation and dropped, and that ‘the Metropolitan Police are being very vindictive about this’.

In March 2013, Ovenden went on trial at Truro Crown Court, accused with nine charges of indecency with a child and indecent assault on victims aged between six and 14. He denied the claims. On 2 April, Ovenden was found guilty of six charges of indecency with a child and one charge of indecent assault against a child. The charges came from adults who claimed they had been abused by Ovenden as children. Some of them involved claims that he abused children while they were posing for his pictures. The abuse charges related to incidents between 1972 and 1985. Ovenden was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment, suspended for two years. On 9 Oct 2013 the Appeal Court increased his sentence to an immediate prison term of 27 months.

Following Ovenden’s conviction, the Victoria and Albert Museum removed half of their 14 Ovenden images from its website and the Tate removed 34 of his images from its online collection. In 2015, District Judge Elizabeth Roscoe ordered that Ovenden’s personal collection of paintings and photographs, created by him and others, be destroyed, stating: ‘I have very little doubt that sexual gratification is, at the very least, part of Mr Ovenden’s reasons for making these images’. Ovenden responded to the press, saying: ‘I am a famous artist. I am an equally famous photographer and they are destroying material which has been in the public domain for over 40 years.’

 

The arguments over whether Ovenden’s images were obscene or not are fascinating, although no-one actually grappled with the fact that one cannot control the imaginations and fantasies of other people and that some people might actually have gained ‘sexual gratification’ from Ovenden’s work – as well as other people’s work – that definitely did not fall within any definition of ‘obscenity’. As a quip in Viz magazine said ‘If I sold nude photos of myself as a baby to paedophiles, would I be prosecuted?’ It is widely believed that Lewis Carroll had quite a thing about pre-pubescent girls, although his illustrations and photos were of children fully clothed. No-one has subjected his work to the purifying flames and I don’t think that they should. The real issue is that Graham Ovenden did abuse at least some children. He might not have abused all the kids who modelled for him and the former child model who gave evidence on his behalf may well have been quite correct that he never abused her and that she never felt abused. But he did abuse some children and there will have been people close to him who knew that his conduct was worrying. None of them spoke up and a lot of very big guns were prepared to do everything possible to ensure that Ovenden’s reputation remained unsullied.

Ovenden lived in Richmond-Upon-Thames until 1973. So he was there whilst the paedophile gang based in Richmond-Upon-Thames with links to Westminster and Whitehall which stretched right across London, to north Wales and to Europe was in operation, a paedophile ring which it is now admitted was protected by the very highest authorities (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). It is believed that some victims and witnesses were killed by that gang.

Graham Ovenden was almost certainly acting in the context of a wider group of child abusers.

Every time that a concern was raised about Ovenden, people’s defence of him was predicated entirely on stressing that he was a Very Important Person and Famous with it. He even said that himself. Then lots of other VIPs and Famous People would be wheeled out to testify to the quality of Ovenden’s work. What no-one did was to concern themselves with whether he was actually abusing children. He was.

Very Important People with Famous Friends seem to be very good at ensuring that the obvious is not asked about their conduct. Should those people be Top Doctors, the sound of other Top Docs screaming ‘but he is a very eminent man’ will drown out all other noise for the next few months. Won’t it Bluglass?

Cilla Black was a ‘star’. She was also a personal friend of a man who, along with his Top Doctor colleagues, was without doubt concealing a pan-European trafficking ring which killed some of the witnesses, the ring which included the Richmond-Upon-Thames contingent. Cilla Black may well not have known that, but we really should never be so naive as to believe that someone with famous friends or in possession of a medical degree cannot be a sex offender, because they can and I can name a few who are.

The state has now entrusted the IICSA – which is supposedly going to uncover the truth about organised child abuse – to the very people who caused the problem: social workers, Top Docs and lawyers. Of course not every member of these professions was actively abusing young people, but those professions have become institutionally corrupt and as a whole they concealed serious organised crime involving the mass sexploitation of vulnerable young people. The extent of the abuse that has been inflicted on people in the care of the state could never have happened if the state had not actively helped the abusers.

There is no point in the IICSA and there is no point in all the Me Tooing and the reassurances of the police that the paedos will be caught and ooh we’re building prisons for elderly sex offenders. You’re all bloody guilty, you knew what Dafydd and co were doing and you let them do it. You haven’t got the answers and all that you are doing is adding insult to injury. Excavate those bodies from the grounds of Denbigh, admit what went on so that people like me and Brown no longer have to be smeared and insulted by a gang of paedophiles and their friends and then bugger off and take Buck House and the House of Lords with you. Particularly Dr Death, the world has had quite enough of him.

 

Let us take a look at those who so robustly defended Graham Ovenden in 2001.

Jeremy Hutchinson QC was a barrister who stood as the unsuccessful Labour candidate in the 1945 General Election, when he received assistance in his campaign from Tony Benn.  Hutchison finally entered Parliament as a life peer in 1978 and eventually voted with the Lib Dems in the years after the SDP broke away from the Labour Party. Hutchison went to Stowe School and then Magdalen College Oxford. He was called to the bar at Middle Temple. So he will have known Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Hutchison was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during WWII and served on the destroyer commanded by Lord Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Hutchison became a recorder of Bath and then a Crown Court judge, 1963-88. Jeremy Hutchison was Vice-Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate; Chairman of the London Historic Museum Trust; and Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts.

Hutchison was born into the heart of the Bloomsbury set, his parents were friends of Virginia Woolf et al. He was involved in some of the most memorable trials of the 20th century. He was a member of the defence team in the 1950 Lady Chatterley trial and he defended ‘Fanny Hill’. He led the defence at the 1965 trial of the art thief Kempton Bunton. Hutchison defended Christine Keeler and the spies George Blake and John Vassall; he defended Brian Roberts, the then Editor of the Torygraph and he defended Duncan Cambell in the ABC trial which was presented as a triumph over the vetting of juries by the security services. Hutchison also succeeded in getting Howard Marks acquitted after he was charged with drug trafficking and successfully led the defence for Michael Bogdanov in the 1982 ‘Romans In Britain’ trial.

The Guardian’s review of Thomas Grant’s 2015 book ‘Jeremy Hutchison’s Case Histories’ commented that Hutchison ‘cherished clients’ who were ‘amiable rogues’. Jeremy Hutchison was a highly entertaining performer in court and he had a following because of his challenges to what was perceived as establishment hypocrisy. However there was a high price paid by some for Jeremy having a laugh in court and some of his rogues were not that amiable. He succeeded in having Christine Keeler cleared on some charges – which in itself sounds great, Christine was a teenaged girl who was being eaten alive by friends of the Royal Family and those in Gov’t – but Hutchison did it by defaming Stephen Ward, who was the ultimate scapegoat in the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Hutchison described Ward as ‘a perverted Professor Higgins’ and demolished his character in court. Yet privately Hutchison admitted that he knew that Ward was not what Hutchison portrayed him to be. Ward died as a result of the fall-out from that court case, allegedly by suicide – there are indications that if Ward did kill himself, he was he was given a good push by someone. ‘The Guardian’ review observed that Hutchison ‘had a job to do and he was very well paid’.

In the early 1990s I remember challenging a CPS prosecutor in Bangor Magistrates Court who knew that she was prosecuting me on the basis of the lies of the Top Doctors. She became very angry and told me not to ‘start on’ her, that ‘she was just doing her job’. Had her job been making cakes and I didn’t like the flavour of her cakes, she’d have had good grounds to tell me where to get off. But she wasn’t – she knew that she was smearing someone who was at the centre of a fit-up attempt by some very serious criminals. There must be SOMETHING in a lawyers code of conduct that allows them in such circumstances to refuse to act, even if they are a jobbing solicitor for the CPS. That was the CPS who did not mount one prosecution even when, after the 1991-93 police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, a file of hundreds of complaints was sent to the CPS.

I don’t know what the name of that lawyer was, but she was first language Welsh, had brownish hair and was pregnant at the time of the case. She sat in Bangor Magistrates Court, along with all the other lawyers in Gwynedd, as a gang of paedophiles fitted up witnesses. They all need to be asked to explain themselves.

As for ‘amiable rogues’ – Dafydd used to joke about being one. This led to Hergest patients taking the piss and making comments such as ‘of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones didn’t murder Mary Wynch’s mother, he was just scrumping apples’. Dafydd could have been scrumping apples as well, but he was running a trafficking gang who were murdering victims. He wasn’t an amiable rogue, he was a dangerous offender.

Howard Marks, that other well-known scrumper whom Hutchison successfully defended, later admitted that he had been guilty of drug trafficking. George Blake admitted to being a spy, so Hutchison had to just go for mitigating circumstances, as he did in the case of John Vassall. Yet John Vassall undoubtedly had information about people in the Admiralty rather grander and more senior than himself who were doing things that they shouldn’t. Vassall was the fall-guy and Hutchison would have known that.

With regard to the ABC trial, that did go down in history as a triumph over the security services and state oppression and it sealed the reputation of the judge involved as being the voice of the common man against state corruption. Which was ludicrous, because the presiding judge was none other than Sir William Mars-Jones, a friend of Dafydd (and Ronnie Waterhouse) and someone who provided a very big umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades.

Jeremy Hutchison’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ was written by Geoffrey Robertson QC, the human rights lawyer who was Hutchison’s junior in the 1982 ‘Romans in Britain’ trial, which was brought by Mary Whitehouse. The trial famously collapsed amidst hilarity after Jeremy Hutchison ridiculed the claim of a witness to have seen a penis on stage during the play. The defence stated that it was an actor’s thumb that had been mistaken for a penis and in court Hutchison positioned his fingers around his groin such that his thumb was in an allegedly penis-like position. The court was entertained, Hutchison won the case and the witness became a national joke. Yet with regard to ‘Romans in Britain’, Robertson mentions that Hutchison disparaged an obviously ‘honest’ witness. It rather seems as though Robertson knew that the witness HAD seen a penis rather than, as Hutchison maintained, a thumb pretending to be a penis.

I was glad when Mary Whitehouse lost the ‘Romans in Britain’ trial because she was the most appalling old hypocrite. Neither would I be bothered if an actor did have his penis out on stage as alleged – it was during a scene in which a rape was being played. But I don’t think that Jeremy Hutchison should have undertaken a massive performance for the court, lied through his teeth and ridiculed a witness if Hutchison knew that the witness was telling the truth.

Geoffrey Robertson QC is the barrister who founded Doughty Street Chambers, which houses Theo Huckle QC, who, when he was Counsel General for Wales, maintained that there was no evidence of negligence in the way in which I had been treated by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’). Theo had copies of the 10,000 documents that I now have. There is documentary evidence of the most serious wrongdoing in the NHS, the social services, the probation service and the courts. In the words of a friend who saw those documents, evidence of ‘serious crime in every agency with whom you had ever had contact’.

Helena Kennedy QC also works at Doughty Street. St Helena is a former colleague of Michael Mansfield and also worked closely with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. One of Helena’s books contains an acknowledgement and a thank you to Eastman (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Nigel Eastman was one of those concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

Jeremy Hutchison was a very well-connected man – his sister married a member of the Rothschild family and he married the actress Dame Peggy Ashcroft. He lived in London and in Sussex, ‘the heart of Bloomsbury country’. It was also where John Allen owned brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the area where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Jeremy’s second wife June, Lady Hutchison, was as impressive as Dame Peggy. June’s biological father was the lover of Coco Chanel, but he was unaware of her conception and subsequently died in a road accient. After her father’s death June’s mother married the 14th Earl of Westmorland and June subsequently inherited a substantial amount of money. June’s first husband was the pianist Franz Osborn, who died in 1958. June’s was a friend of Lady Diana Cooper, the aristocratic socialite who was a friend of Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Diana Cooper was married to Duff Cooper, who served as Britain’s Ambassador to France, 1944-48. During this period, Lady Diana’s popularity as a hostess remained undimmed, even after allegations that the embassy guest list included ‘pederasts and collaborators’. There’s nothing like guests with a bit of integrity is there.

Anyone for one of Dafydd’s parties? I did hear about them, they’re legendary…

Diana Cooper tried to get June and Cecil Beaton together – although it was well-known that Beaton was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ ie gay, Beaton did have heterosexual liaisons as well. He began to take June out, dining with people like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Beaton subsequently proposed to June twice but she turned him down. Meanwhile Rhoda Birley, the widow of the portrait painter Sir Oswald, tried to encourage June to marry Ted Heath. At the same time, June tried to persuade Rhoda to marry Heath herself. Whilst all this unfathomable matchmaking involving Ted Heath was going on, June became genuinely keen on Jeremy Hutchinson – who was married to Dame Peggy – and Jeremy and June began an affair. All the action happened whilst June lived at St John’s Wood – which was where Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived.

‘In her spare time’ – presumably whilst refusing to marry Cecil Beaton and Ted Heath, yet trying to persuade other people to marry Ted Heath and whilst shagging Jeremy Hutchinson – June ‘worked for the mentally handicapped’. She had previously worked as an Angel during WWII.

My post ‘The Old Devils’ details the paedophiles’ friends who ‘worked with the mentally handicapped’ in north Wales, helping them to ‘explore their sexual needs’. Dafydd’s mate Cledwyn Williams was Assistant Director of Social Services, 1983-96, whilst the whole of north Wales was being run for the benefit of Dafydd’s sex trafficking ring.  Cledwyn was responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.

Here he is, but I don’t think that I’d want to explore my sexual needs with a man in a cardigan like this, I’d be fumbling with those buttons:

Cledwyn Williams

 

June Hutchison’s friendship with Heath lasted for a decade. It became known to the general public and to some extent provided cover for her more secret relationship with Hutchinson and possibly for a few things that Heath might have been doing. June was quoted as saying that Heath was ‘a wonderful politician, and would make a great leader’. Er, I don’t remember him being that successful as PM actually June. ‘Who governs Britain?’ ‘Not you, we’ve just voted you out’.

The press noticed that June and Ted were ‘near’ each other on skiing holidays in Switzerland; when there were rumours of marriage she remarked: ‘It is much harder at 45 than at 25. One sees so many failures, don’t you think?’ Well one does in the circles that June moved in, but then targeting Ted Heath as a future husband is probably not going to lead to lifelong marital bliss.

Heath accompanied June to the film premiere of ‘The Yellow Rolls-Royce’ in 1965 and to the reception afterwards at Claridge’s. When pressed to comment, Heath replied: ‘We are just very friendly. I don’t think there’s any more to say. She is also a good friend of Mr Anthony Asquith, who directed the film.’ June was a good friend of quite a few other people as well, including Jeremy Hutchison and her mate Diana was a hostess of pederasts.

In July 1965, shortly before Peggy Ashcroft became aware of the affair with Hutchinson (she was soon to cite June in her divorce proceedings), June said of Heath: ‘He has a woman behind him. I am right behind him, urging him on. He’s a most attractive and wonderful man. No woman in her heart could feel otherwise.’

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‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.

 

Years later however, June said that Heath had never so much as held her hand, let alone breathed a word of love.

In May 1966 Hutchinson and June were married. Cecil Beaton, to whom June had confided her decision to marry, wrote a letter of support; Heath was somewhat put out at first, though in 1971, after he became PM, he invited the Hutchinsons to Chequers and showed them his bedroom, telling them that it was not normally the PM’s bedroom, as nothing would induce him to sleep in a room previously occupied by Wilson.

At a summer party given by the American Mrs John Barry Ryan in the 1980s, Heath approached June to enquire, somewhat prematurely, about her plans for Christmas. After he had moved on, a fellow guest – who was aware of the earlier friendship – was eager to hear what June might say. ‘He’s become awfully fat,’ she volunteered, which sounds like the sort of thing that Oscar Wilde would have said if he was asked if he’d had sex with someone. Although being fat was probably the least offensive thing about Ted Heath.

 

I have discussed Jeremy Hutchison at length not just because I find the subject matter fascinating, but to illuminate the social circle of some of those who have been accused of involvement in organised sexual abuse and who in return have shrieked with indignation that of course they have done no such thing, how very dare you, they are famous and important and their accusers are no more than nutters, druggies or petty criminals. Hutchison and his associates really did not conduct themselves very well at all in their personal lives. It is true that as a barrister Hutchison exposed hypocrisy which is very welcome, but he also concealed the crimes of some powerful unpleasant people whom he knew damn well could use the lower orders in any way in which they wanted, then completely shaft them if they complained and if necessary drive them to suicide or indeed proffer that as an explanation when their victims were found dead. It really is not just all a bit of Bloomsbury fun – it resulted in people trying to murder Brown and me.

As for those shrieking ‘how very dare you’ about this blog, I can only respond with:

Look at my face – am I bovvered?

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And if you don’t all start fessing up and indeed shutting up on the ‘how very dare you’ front, I’ll carry on blogging until I’ve evolved into this:

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Sir Hugh Casson pitched in with Jeremy Hutchison to defend Graham Ovenden. Sir Hugh Casson was discussed in my post ‘Heart Of Darkness’. He was Director of Architecture for the Festival of Britain, had his own TV series in the 1980s and was President of the Royal Academy. Sir Hugh was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolours. Casson also knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

David Hockney also defended Ovenden. Hockney is probably the UK’s most well-known 20th century artist. He was born in and grew up in Bradford, but since the mid-60s has spent much time living in California. He owns property in London as well as properties in California. Hockney has been openly gay for years and his name was given to me a long time ago as one high profile artist whom it said was advancing the careers of boys who had been his sexual partners. Hockney established the Hockney Foundation in 2008. In 2012, Hockney was estimated to be worth £36 million.

On the morning of 18 March 2013, Hockney’s 23 year old assistant, Dominic Elliott, died as a result of drinking drain cleaner at Hockney’s Bridlington studio. He had also earlier drunk alcohol and taken cocaine, ecstasy and temazepam. It was reported that Hockney’s partner drove Elliott to Scarborough General Hospital where he later died. The inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure and Hockney was never implicated. In November 2015 Hockney sold his house in Bridlington for £625,000, cutting all his remaining ties with the town.

Scarborough was a town which was effectively run by Jimmy Savile until Savile’s death in 2011. I have been told by two different sources that the medical services in the region have been completely colonised by those involved with child sexual exploitation and the distribution of class A drugs. Both my informants contacted me after they heard that I had uncovered the same situation in north Wales.

Dafydd has had links with Yorkshire for years and used to hold clinics at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds, which was one of Savile’s hang-outs. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was raped by a group of men whilst Savile watched.

 

My post ‘No-One Is Innocent’ discussed the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’ who use to rent cottages in Cwm Croesor in Merionydd from the landowner Sir Clough Williams-Ellis during the middle years of the 20th century. At least one of their victims was hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a young distressed woman with an inconvenient pregnancy and she did not emerge again until she was an old lady. Bertrand Russell was a friend of this group and Russell too was most enthusiastic about the use of Top Doctors to diagnose schizophrenia in and then deal with members of his family who pissed him off (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Whilst reading about Jeremy Hutchison and his circle, again and again I noticed the names of people who were, or were associated with, those who gathered at Croesor. Very little has been published about them, but the historian Eric Hobsbawm, who rented a second home off Clough for years, wrote a chapter about Croesor in his 2003 autobiography, ‘Interesting Times: A Twentieth Century Life’.

Eric Hobsbawm wrote about the souring of relationships between the English visitors and some of the residents of Cwm Croesor in the late 1970s. The Hobsbawms, like a number of other regulars, finally stopped visiting. Eric Hobsbawm attributed the hostility partly to the rise of Welsh nationalism – but then Hobsbawm and his family were European Jews who watched Hitler come to power, which left him with a loathing of nationalism of any kind. However Hobsbawm told me that he believed that a great deal of the strife at Croesor was related to the possible closure of Croesor School, which was for some reason held up as a beacon of all that was excellent about north Wales. A number of other people told me that the irony was that the school would have closed down many years previously had it not been for a group of enthusiastic English migrants to the area who drove their children a considerable distance to Croesor School, although it was a Welsh-medium school.

Other people told me that the bad feeling was partly because the second homers and visitors were well-off, rather privileged people and that was very noticeable in comparison to the local people, most of whom had very little. I was told by one local person who did like the visitors and was friendly with them that the visitors’ holiday homes were often better than the only residences of the locals and furthermore that Clough was prepared to spend time and money restoring the second homes for his friends in a way that he never did for local people who rented property from him.

The death knell for the summer crowd at Croesor occurred after Clough’s grandson Robin Llywelyn sent letters to the second homers telling them that he was terminating their tenancies – this happened in the late 1970s or thereabouts. There was a great deal of upset, with second homers who had been friends with Robin’s grandfather and tenants for decades feeling very sore. They did have to go, there was no choice, because Robin stated that he would only rent properties to local people. When I first heard about this, it all sounded a little odd. Not just that these were his grandfather’s mates, but that Robin was, I was told, a member of Plaid and greatly concerned about the problems caused by second homes. Which is understandable, but as the second homers pointed out, the cottages that they were living in had been abandoned. Croesor is a lovely village, but there is no employment there, no public transport and one can see abandoned properties in the area all over the place. Young people who grew up in the village told me that it was great there, but they wanted to leave and they did.

Furthermore Robin Llywelyn is from a family belonging to the landed gentry who many Welsh people would consider to be English, although the correct categorisation would be ‘Anglo-Welsh’. Clough himself didn’t really speak Welsh, he was sent to a English public school and he wasn’t expected to mix with the local people. He was posh and that was how posh people of his generation behaved.

Then I was told by several local people who had lived at Croesor that Robin was not quite as concerned for their housing needs as might be presumed. They complained that nothing was ever repaired, that the rents were still top whack and furthermore that Balfour Beatty were managing the estate. At the time, one could see Balfour Beatty notices everywhere in Croesor, that’s who you had to speak to if you wanted to rent somewhere.

Balfour Beatty is a global multinational company and it does not have an unsullied reputation. It has been at the centre of a number of controversies and scandals. In Oct 2005, Balfour Beatty were found guilty of breaching health and safety laws and were fined £10 million for their involvement in the Hatfield rail crash. The crash resulted in the death of four people and injured more than 70. Among the company’s many acquisitions was GMH Military Housing, a US-based military accommodation business, for £180m in Feb 2008.

In March 2009, Balfour Beatty was found to be a subscriber to the Consulting Association, a firm which then prosecuted by the UK Information Commissioner’s Office or breaching the Data Protection Act by holding a secret database of construction workers details, including union membership and political affiliations and six enforcement notices were issued against Balfour Beatty companies. As of Jan 2010, individual workers had started suing the company for being on the blacklist. The first of these cases however, was ruled in favour of the company.

Balfour Beatty was subsequently one of eight businesses involved in establishing the Construction Workers Compensation Scheme in July 2014, though the scheme was condemned as a ‘PR stunt’ by the GMB union and as ‘an act of bad faith’ by Parliament’s Scottish Affairs Select Committee. In Dec 2017, UNITE announced it had issued high court proceedings relating to blacklisting against 12 major contractors including Balfour Beatty.

Er – we’ve got some conflicting loyalties emerging here. UNITE, that proud defender of everything NHS, who wave their credentials in terms of their support for Angels at every opportunity possible, were shafted by the folk who managed Democratic Robin’s country estate.

From what I discovered – perhaps readers could enlighten me if I’ve got this wrong – Robin’s Democracy and Welshness really began to swell his heart in the late 1970s. One thing that I do know is that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed a few of the local people at Croesor and that some of the summer crowd knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. The Croesor summer crowd were an object of fun for some locals, other people watched them as curious and exotic specimens and they were also the subject of a certain amount of gossip, on account of the nudist swimming, extra-marital relationships and various other aspects of their lifestyle which were inconsistent with what one might imagine of Nonconformist north Wales. Bertrand Russell seems to have done some pretty dreadful things to people and he was indeed a sexual predator, but from what I could work out, many of the summer visitors were quite upfront about their Bloomsburyesque habits. They certainly weren’t carrying on like Dafydd and giving lecturers to the Welsh Baptist Union explaining how learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect one against a ‘serious moral collapse’ in later life, whilst they flogged class A drugs and ran a sex trafficking gang (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’).

By the late 1970s, Dafydd and Gwynne were causing ructions. There was such serious mismanagement at UCNW that in 1979 Dafydd Wigley asked Shirley Williams to hold a public inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s running of the college. It was in 1979 that Dafydd Alun Jones illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and the spotlight was upon north Wales once more. Dafydd and the paedophiles really didn’t need that because business was booming, Dafydd’s associates had opened children’s homes right across north Wales and the homes were all part of the same trafficking organisation. Dafydd Wigley will have known all about it, despite his request to Shirl. Shirl knew about it as well. North Wales was having to deal with the massive problems caused by the Westminster Paedophile Ring but no-one dared admit that was what was at the root of so much of the rot.

Gwynedd County Council and elements in Plaid were making electioneering capital out of issues such as independence for Wales, second homes, the Welsh language and the closure of small schools. These are important issues, but whereas Plaid were happy to flag them up, the havoc caused by a paedophile gang operating across the whole region was ignored, or blamed on other factors. Down in south Wales, the Windbag was basing his future leadership bid on his opposition to devolution and attributing the problems in the schools in Gwynedd to the Welsh language policy of Gwynedd County Council. The Windbag forgot to mention that the real problem was a gang of child abusers – probably because his wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and her parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, one of the people who had covered up for Dafydd and Gwynne for years. And of course everyone remained busy ignoring George Thomas’s molesting of children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

After about 1977, no-one expected Labour to win another election, it was taken as read that Thatch would be PM. Peter Morrison was by then the Tory MP for Chester and had been one of Thatcher’s key supporters for the leadership after Heath had been shoved out. Morrison was also abusing kids in care in north Wales and this was quite widely known. Morrison was being protected by, among others, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. His fortune was worth about £9 billion and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the strategies that he was using not to pay income tax on it. I’m fairly sure that I read that Grosvenor left the Conservative Party after tax changes were either proposed or implemented that would result in Grosvenor having to stump up. People with a great deal of wealth do tend to like to hang onto it. Particularly if they own family estates – it’s not just about the dosh then, it’s also about their history and their children’s inheritance.

Just imagine what would have happened to Democratic Welsh Robin if Thatcher’s Gov’t had fallen as a result of a scandal involving one of her friends and Ministers sexually abusing children in care in north Wales. A Labour Gov’t would have taxed the arse off Democratic Welsh Robin. Some of those free-living bohemians whom Democratic Welsh Robin had booted off of his estate were privileged in comparison with local people, but they were a load of old lefties who were involved with anti-nuclear and other radical causes. Some of them were also famous – E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm were regulars in magazines like ‘The New Statesman’ and ‘Marxism Today’.

There was someone else who lived down in Croesor as well long ago who might well have found out what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing – he was a young American who was a draft-dodger and had come to the UK to avoid Vietnam. He ended up with the radicals down in Croesor and I was told that he stayed there for quite a long time. He later became a US Senator. Some of the draft-dodgers did pretty well for themselves didn’t they Bill?

‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’

Oh yes you did!

‘There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures.’
Really? Just go and ask that Senator…  He could hardly have forgotten this:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The first time that I saw D.G.E. Wood literally blanch was following the row when I complained about Gwynne and after Brown had his first article published in the ‘Journal Of Radical Philosophy’ – I told Wood that Brown was thinking of writing for ‘Marxism Today’… I attributed Wood looking like death to being dim and a ‘Daily Mail’ reader – which he was, I am not simply saying that to insult Wood, he did like his ‘Daily Mail’. That’s the ‘Daily Mail’ that was unbelievably offensive about Eric Hobsbawm after he died and of course who also put the boot into Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband when he died. Ralph Miliband was mates with Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and the New Left contingent. Ralph had also worked at Leeds University and I bet that he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well, particularly as Ed’s Uncle Harry – who’s passion for the NHS was enough to move Ed to tears every time that Ed remembered Uncle Harry – Ralph’s brother-in-law, was a Top Doctor at Tommy’s whilst his colleagues, some of whom were mates with Dafydd, concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

After Ralph Miliband died, the ‘Daily Mail’ published their famously insulting article about him, entitled ‘The Man Who Hated Britain’. One of the men who hated Britain so much that he ensured that not a word was ever published about the rot at the heart of the British establishment that led to people being murdered to keep a lid on the barrel of shit that is the Westminster Paedophile Ring was Paul Dacre.

 

Paul Dacre has just announced his intention to resign as the Editor of the ‘Daily Mail’. On the ‘Today’ programme two days ago, those wonderful old Glendas Ann Leslie and Polly Toynbee were arguing the toss about how much good or otherwise Dacre had done the nation as a publisher of bigoted bile. Ann thought that Dacre was great ‘but his language is terrible’. ‘Private Eye’ refers to Dacre as ‘the double cunting Dacre’ on the grounds that Dacre often strings the c word together when he’s really riled. He hadn’t better do that in front of Dafydd, all I did was call Dafydd a wanker and Dafydd used this as evidence that I was not ‘mentally normal’ and dangerous to boot and then Bluglass agreed. On another occasion I said ‘bugger’, so Dafydd rang the police and reported me.

I don’t know whether Dafydd has ever scene the film ‘Wish You Were Here’, but the scene in which the batty old psychiatrist has the piss taken out of him by a swearing teenager pretty much described Dafydd’s interactions with his own patients.

Poll maintained that Dacre had left nought but a legacy of racism and sexism, but Ann Leslie laughed like a drain and told Poll that the Daily Mail’s campaigns had been rather more successful than the Guardian’s campaigns. Neither of the Glendas has ever published on the deaths of kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales. The Sindie, ‘The Observer’ and ‘Private Eye’ went there of course in 1992 and were successfully sued by one of the police officers who was abusing the kids in care.

Since the double cunting Dacre announced his intention to resign, it has been stated that the next editor of the ‘Daily Mail’ will be another man who might well hate Britain enough not to publish anything about Dafydd, but we’ll have to wait and see – the next Editor will be Geordie Greig. Geordie Greig is a member of White’s club. Other members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William and Norman Lamont. Sir Peter Morrison was a member, as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. David Cameron was a member of White’s until 2008 when he resigned because White’s refused to admit women. Cameron’s father Ian had been a member for donkey’s years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?

Greig is the Editor of the ‘Mail On Sunday’. He previously worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ and has also been the Editorial Director of ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and ‘The Independent’. Greig might well have been Editorial Director of The Indie and the Sindie when they published the article naming Gordon Anglesea as a child abuser which caused Anglesea to sue them and win nearly £400k damages. In 2016 Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of kids in care in north Wales. My posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’   and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ detail why I think that George Carman QC, who acted for the newspapers against Anglesea, threw the trial. It wasn’t long before that trial that the five witnesses were killed by the firebomb in Brighton. Weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys, who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.

Geordie Greig’s sister was a Lady-in-Waiting to Diana.

CRASH!!!

If Mr Greig wants to stay alive, perhaps he’d better keep away from tunnels and be very careful what he publishes. He’s going to have to be another man who hates Britain.

Geordie Greig: hack who mastered media politics to rise to the top

 

The Croesor lefties could have caused havoc if they’d gone public about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not only would Democratic Welsh Robin have received a great deal of very unwelcome publicity, but his bank balance would have suffered as well.

Democratic Welsh Robin runs the family business, which is of course Portmeirion Ltd. The most famous branch of the business is the Italianate village which Clough built and where the 1960s TV series ‘The Prisoner’ was filmed, but there’s also the shops, the hotel, the restaurant and the other restaurant. Everything related to Portmeirion is really very nice, but it is rather expensive. Very expensive. Well beyond the pockets of the local people…

Democratic Welsh Robin holds a rock festival every year, Festival No 6. Like everything Portmeirion, it is expensive and many of the visitors are affluent people from England. In 2012 Festival No 6 was particularly proud to headline a local boy made good – Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, who made it big with the Super Furry Animals, just as the investigations into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, who was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang caused havoc in Gwynedd children’s homes. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Social Services for Gwynedd. Read all about Ioan’s son’s rise from a schoolboy who practised his music with his friends in the village where I used to live – as people tried to set fire to my house – to international superstar, in my post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.

I’ll just remind readers here that a Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker was appointed sometime in the late 60s/70s and he lived in the Croesor area. This was presented as a triumph for democracy, because the poor sods targeted for incarceration and lobotomy by Dafydd and Gwynne could now be ‘assessed’ in their first language. Which is important, but if the person speaking your first language is working for Dafydd and Gwynne – who were also first language Welsh – and he’s helping them run a sex trafficking ring, you are still going to be in very deep water.

Democratic Welsh Robin is Director of the family charity, the Susan Williams-Ellis Foundation. The Foundation states that it makes grants to organisations including those concerned with ‘community development/employment/children/young people…’

Python fans will remember the Tale of Brave Sir Robin, who ran away.

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As well as all the witnesses who can provide first hand accounts of Dafydd’s atrocious conduct, many years ago Dafydd declared himself to be a psychopath and discussed his psychopathology live on the radio. I missed this, but a lot of other people heard it, including Jackie Ehlen, the north Wales forensic psychiatry nurse who knows the truth behind the death of Dorothy Griffiths, the patient who’s body was found in a bathroom at Ysbyty Gwynedd and at whose inquest NHS staff told a pack of lies (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Jackie Ehlen was used by the paedophile gang to deal with all those dangerous patients who had complained about Dafydd. Jackie was up late one night, listening to the James Whale Radio Show when Dafydd rung in and talked about himself being a psychopath. James Whale interviewed him live.

James Whale presented that show in the late 1980s. So whilst the world called Alison and me liars and our complaints remained either uninvestigated or were investigated by the likes of Robert Bluglass who then used the process as an excuse to make serious unfounded allegations against us, whilst the dead bodies of patients and kids in care were turning up everywhere and while everyone reassured everyone else that there were ‘no concerns’ in north Wales, Dafydd rang up James Whale and made a confession.

But then Jimmy Savile wrote about making an arrangement with the police to allow him to sexually use a teenaged runaway in his autobiography.

The James Whale Radio Show was produced by Yorkshire TV. In June 1989 Yorkshire TV approached Alison Taylor with a view to making a film about child abuse in north Wales and in Sept 1989 Alison was filmed extensively by Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned their programme about abuse in north Wales. Although Dafydd had rung them in the early hours and fessed up.

Dafydd was often up and about all night. He crashed into police stations and even into the North Wales Hospital at midnight to see me and a former social worker admitted that Dafydd would turn up to conduct ward rounds at 3 am. He would answer his phone at any time of the night – which certainly entertained Hergest patients when they wanted a bit of fun – lest it was a celebrity criminal ringing, in need of extraction from trouble.

Here are the key characters from ‘Open All Hours’:

 

One of those who ran the paedophile gang for Dafydd and Lucille was called Glanville rather than Granville.

No wonder Thatch relied upon the services of Dafydd to keep her in power, she had a thing about grocer’s shops.

‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved anything other than professionally and in his patients’ best interests.’

So ‘no-one knew’ where Dafydd was when he didn’t turn up to his clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd, despite him being Open All Hours? Well we service users knew where he was. Sometimes he was at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds and sometimes he was in the south of France ‘with a GP friend’. Because we were ringing him up when he was there. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where kids in care were taken ‘for holidays’. One day Dafydd started mocking us when he was in France and telling us that as penniless service users we really couldn’t afford to go ringing him in the south of France on his mobile, Dafydd being one of the first in Wales to acquire a mobile. Well I’ve got news for Dafydd. Those calls to France cost us bugger all, because the phone box in Rachub was malfunctioning. All we had to do was put the first few 2 ps in and then it kept us connected for as long as we wanted.

 

 

Some more Bangor University staff who will know the details of the dirty tricks used by Prof Fergus Lowe to hold all the collaborators with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel:

Dr Kevin Mundy aka the Fat Controller. Mundy was Fungus’s right hand man for years. Mundy was the henchman and was so often employed to do Fungus’s dirty work that a lot of people thought that Kevin Mundy was Fungus. Fungus was small and bald and used to sneak around incognito, whereas Kevin Mundy was big and aggressive and would be the one glowering in people’s faces up close and personal. Mundy was described to me as an ‘evil bastard’ and was Head of the euphemistically titled Planning Dept in Bangor University. The Planning Dept was colloquially called the House of Black Arts and it was known to be the place where wicked deeds were formulated by Fungus which would then be carried out by Mundy and his sidekick, the Poison Dwarf. I didn’t know the Poison Dwarf’s real name, he was Michael someone – he was even smaller than Fungus, but ginger. He was Musical, so often used to wear a bandana around his head, even with his suit when he was on Official Intimidating Business. I was told that the Poison Dwarf learnt all he knew at the knee of the Fat Controller and that the Fat Controller learnt all he knew ‘at the tit of Fungus’.

Dr Mundy will be delighted to know that Bangor University staff derived much entertainment from his role as a leading light and a preacher in a church in Bangor. I could hardly believe it when I was told, so someone showed me the video clips of the Fat Controller leading the singing and shaking the maracas at a ‘happy clappy’ church in Upper Bangor. It was fantastic, but we never knew how he had time to do it all as well as put Fungus’s wickedness into practice. The Fat Controller didn’t just sing and shake the maracas, he was writing prayers and holding group meetings, the lot.

So perhaps the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf would like to provide details of how Fungus was going to use his contacts with influential people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles to fit the Vice-Chancellor up for a criminal offence – after ‘blackening his name’ – whilst the VC was away from the University caring for his terminally ill wife, who didn’t survive the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre, although a member of the paedophile gang survived a very similar illness at the same time and she was treated by the same Top Doctors. I heard from some Fungus acolytes about how everyone could forget about the VC now, because Fungus was going to be the only one who mattered. Oh and would Fungus’s Cunning Plan have been related to the theft of my computer by the brother-in-law of John McTernan, Blair’s policy adviser?

In the light of just how serious matters were and the number of people in high places – like Gov’t – who were involved, if the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf know anything about the letters from my lawyer which were opened before they arrived in my pigeonhole and were then even opened by someone in the Royal Mail when I had them sent to my house instead, please do tell. What about the obstacles and wires that were put across the end of my drive by someone who knew that I usually left the house before dark and would have driven straight into them, had I not been delayed that morning?

Then there was the violent attack on a woman in the grounds of my old Dept – it seems that the meathead who did that thought that he was assaulting me, but he got the wrong person.

Another accomplice of Fungus’s could also explain the background to his orders from Fungus to intimidate my PhD supervisor’s wife out of her job at the University – the accomplice in question being one Prof Lew Hardy, a specialist in sports science and ‘coaching elite athletes’, a serial shagger of postgrads and all round dickwit. You big idiot Hardy, you were doing the work of someone who was concealing a paedophile gang. Explain that to your ‘elite athletes’ who are beating a path to your door to receive your pearls. I presume that it was another dodge between you and Fungus that led to that much-boasted about grant that you landed not so long ago on the basis of your ‘excellence’.

Lew Hardy was a colleague of Dave Brailsford’s dad – the Dave Brailsford of ‘Team Sky’, ‘what doping in sport, of course I know nuzzing’. You all knew about a bloody gang of sex traffickers, it’s how the collection of mediocrities that is you managed to get so far, it certainly wasn’t on ability.

 

There are now so many stories in the media about miracle cures for cancer and dementia and explanations of how the NHS needs so much more money that I am no longer bothering to read them. However I did manage to read ‘The Daily Telegraph’ letters page earlier this week. I always enjoy reading what the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts have to say as they write in from Barking-in-the-Marshes. So imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find a letter from a Sir Bufton or a Sir Herbert, but I did find a whole load of letters from public-spirited Torygraph readers writing in with their Top Tips with regard to saving the NHS money in these times of austerity. There were the usual suggestions concerning the importance of returning crutches that one has been issued with, but there were a few more imaginative plans as well. It’s good of the Torygraph readers to try to help, but somehow I fear that their efforts will be lost in the face of the millions that are being siphoned off into the pockets of Dafydd and his friends; blown on IT systems which cost billions, which everyone knows will never work but the contract can’t be cancelled because it’s a friend of someone in New Labour who owns the company; the millions squandered on management consultancy fees because the highly paid managers can’t do their jobs, so the Trust has to pay the former managers who were just as hopeless but who took early retirement and have now set up their own consultancy to come in and ‘advise’; the fortune being paid on agency nurses because the Angels can then work on the same ward for double the money and the Trust managers and a few politicians own the agency, so it’s win-win all around; then there’s the ‘ground breaking research’ which will be delivering the cure for cancer/dementia or identifying the ‘gene for schizophrenia’ within the next few months.

Just make sure that those sodding patients don’t cause ‘a rise in demand’ which will ‘push the NHS into crisis’…

 

Come in Number Six…

 

 

 

 

 

 

95 Glorious Years!

Baroness Jean Trumpington retired from the House of Lords at the end of last month at the age of 95 and what a fuss in the media there was. Trumpers – as she likes to be known – was interviewed and featured everywhere, in a consistently positive way. Much was made of the fact that Trumpers virtually single-handedly defended Hitler, that she gave Thatcher a few good bollockings and that she ‘dealt with’ Lloyd George as a young woman. Trumpers was even named in a ‘Guardian’ article as a feminist icon and the nation remembered her stellar performances on ‘Have I Got News For You’ and other light entertainment programmes.

A few weeks before she announced her retirement, this blog revealed that Trumpers had actually been the Minister in the DHSS responsible for appointing Jimmy Savile general manager of Broadmoor – where he sexually assaulted and raped a number of women patients, two of whom are thought to have killed themselves as a result. When I wrote that – it was just a bit of information that I supplied in a comment following my ‘Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Drawn To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?’ post – I’d barely heard of Trumpers, although I had seen her on ‘Have I got News For You’. I was fascinated to hear that it was she who appointed Savile whilst she was Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State – not just because it was a stupid monstrous thing to do, but because Edwina Currie took the flak for that. Indeed, this blog gave Edwina Currie flak for it – Currie was also a Minister in the DHSS, working under Ken Clarke as Secretary of State, who after Savile’s death held her hands up to appointing him. Currie admitted attending dinners in the Athenaeum with Savile, corrupt civil servants and Savile’s former NHS manager mate from Leeds, Alan Franey (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). Yet it was Trumpers who did the dirty deed – I suspect that Trumpers attended a few knees ups in the Athenaeum along with the rest of them.

So why did Edwina – and to a lesser extent Ken Clarke – cover Trumpers’ arse? Edwina was having to defend herself repeatedly in public while furious people demanded to know how she could ever have been so foolish as to appoint a serial sex offender to such a position. A public inquiry into Savile was taking place, the BBC was under fire, monuments to Savile were being taken down and even the over-the-top headstone from his grave was removed – throughout it all, no-one mentioned Trumpers. Edwina is no shrinking violent – did she perhaps have such a good relationship with Trumpers that she was happy to protect a friend who had been guilty of a huge misjudgement but was basically a decent person? Unlikely, based on an interview that Trumpers herself gave to the ‘Guardian’ in 2004 – Trumpers stated that Edwina was a ‘bitch’, was ‘dreadful’, talked far too much and that Trumpers was always having to clean up after her. Trumpers mentioned the eggs business as an example. The eggs business was interesting – Edwina had to resign because she pissed off some very wealthy factory farmers who stood to go bankrupt. Edwina had made public comment stating that ‘most of our egg production’ was infected with salmonella – which at that time was true. Not every egg was infected with salmonella, but just about every intensive egg farm in the UK was infected with salmonella. Edwina had already been rude to the elderly who had suffered from hypothermia, she’d made misleading comments about the effectiveness of the UK’s cervical screening programme – but she was out on her ear when she told the truth about a highly profitable sector of the country’s intensive agriculture sector.

What Edwina didn’t do all by herself though was appoint a serial sex offender to a senior job in a secure hospital housing sex offenders as well as the victims of sex offenders. (Yes, the dear old NHS still does that. There have been cases where women who have been raped found themselves in the same hospital as the man who raped them. I shared a ward at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh with a rapist and a man who had killed his wife and at Springfield Hospital I shared a ward with yet another man who had murdered his wife. I do not believe that this should result in a policy of single sex wards as dear old MIND have been trying to implement, but I do think that sex offenders or men with a track record of violence towards women should not be placed in wards with women.)

Not only did Trumpers appoint Savile and then when it was revealed years later enjoy full protection from the scrutiny of the media, but presumably at the time no-one told Trumpers that it was a ridiculous and dangerous appointment. Some of the civil servants themselves were fully on board and were partners in crime with Savile and it is quite clear from his autobiography that in his capacity as Secretary of State for Health Ken Clarke didn’t really give a stuff about the chaos that presided in his dept. Ken was never in any danger of over-working and he delegated most things to other people and got on with getting pissed with his mates in the Commons dining clubs, eating curries and going to jazz clubs (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Presumably Edwina felt unable to stop Savile’s appointment – although she did admit that she admired Savile’s threats to screw the POA using unlawful methods, so perhaps appointing Savile was one thing that she and Trumpers did not fall out over.

After finding out that it was Trumpers who had made the Savile appointment but no-one dared fess up to that in public, I thought that I’d better find out a few more things about Trumpers. I then discovered that Trumpers was given a peerage in 1980 by Thatcher BEFORE Trumpers had entered Gov’t – or in fact before Trumpers had achieved anything very much at all beyond being Mayor of Cambridge. Que?? So I began digging and from what I have read, the myths that surround Trumpers are myths as big as the myths that surrounded Savile. As with Savile, there is much evidence that many people knew about Trumpers’ feet of clay…

 

Trumpers published an autobiography in 2011, ‘Coming Up Trumps’. It is illuminating.

Trumpers was born into immense privilege. Her mother Doris was American, the daughter of an immensely wealthy business family. Her father Arthur Campbell-Harris had been the aide-de-camp to the Viceroy of India, Lord Reading aka Rufus Isaacs. Lord Reading was a Liberal and a barrister who had been Solicitor General and Attorney General in Asquith’s Gov’t. He was then Foreign Secretary under Ramsay MacDonald’s National Gov’t and then Lord Chief Justice. In 1913 Reading had been named in the Marconi financial corruption scandal, which also implicated other members of the Liberal Gov’t, including Lloyd George. Reading’s other claim to fame was that he imprisoned Mahatma Gandhi in 1922. Trumpers’ mother was a good friend of Lady Reading, Alice. Alice was what in those days was called an invalid and concerned herself with charitable causes, such as establishing hospitals in India. After Alice died, Reading married his secretary Stella Charnaud, who founded the Women’s Voluntary Service. After Reading’s death, Stella was given a peerage in 1958 and became Baroness Swanborough, the first woman to sit in the Lords in her own right.

Lord and Lady Reading weren’t the only grand friends that Trumpers and her family had. They mixed with the best. As a child, Trumpers shared a dance teacher with Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret. The family lived in Cumberland Place in Marylebone and even Trumpers herself realises that they were fabulously wealthy and led the life of Riley. Other friends of the family included John Thorpe, a Tory MP and his wife Ursula. The Thorpe’s had a son called Jeremy whom Trumpers used to play with, although in her book Trumpers maintained that she found Jeremy foul. I suspect that she may have decided that at a later stage in her life, perhaps after Thorpe’s career ended in scandal and he no longer had a chance of becoming PM – because as we shall see, if somebody was rich, titled and important, Trumpers could be most forgiving of unpleasant personality traits.

The family that Trumpers’ own family were bestest mates with however were the Lloyd Georges. Trumpers’ grandparents had been big buddies with Lloyd George and his wife Dame Margaret and Trumpers’ mother was close friends with Lady Olwen Carey Evans, Lloyd George’s daughter. Margie Carey Evans, one of Lloyd George’s granddaughters, had been a bridesmaid at Trumpers’ parents wedding and Robin Carey Evans was Trumpers’ first boyfriend. Robin Carey Evans is still alive and lives in Australia – he is the godfather of Richard Branson.

Lloyd George’s family are of course from Cricieth in Gwynedd. There are a lot of Lloyd George’s, or as one branch of the family is called, Carey Evans’s. It was the Carey Evans’s with whom Trumpers and her family was friendly.

There are still Carey Evans’s living near Cricieth – I mentioned two of them on this blog a few months ago, but when I came across their names I didn’t actually realise who they were. I found the names of D.B. Carey Evans and Annwen Carey Evans on a ‘memorandum’ of furious indignant protest that had been submitted to Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee in 2008. This ‘memorandum’ had been part of the co-ordinated attempt by the paedophiles’ friends to bring down Edwina Hart, the Welsh Health Minister who had dared confront the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends. It was signed by many disgraced people and paedophiles’ friends, as well as the two Carey Evans’s. Full details can be read in my post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’. I do not know D.B. Carey Evans or Annwen Carey Evans – there is a David Carey Evans who runs businesses near Cricieth including a trout farm or something similar and on the memorandum Annwen Carey Evans noted that she was formerly the High Sheriff of Gwynedd – but they will undoubtedly be members of the Lloyd George clan. The Carey Evans’s will have known the backgrounds of some of those who signed the memorandum along with them, some of those signatories were infamous – one couldn’t live in north Wales and have not known about them. As for the relationship between the locals around Cricieth and the Llord Georges – whilst local people would speak admiringly of Lloyd George, what with him coming from Llanstumdwy and ending up as PM, there was a sense that the descendants of Lloyd George lorded it over everyone else. They were thought to be important and no doubt considered themselves important as well – which is why two of them ended up putting their names to a memorandum cooked up by a bunch of crooks designed to remove a Health Minister, despite them holding no positions in the NHS or related services at all.

Another name popped up in connection with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal which was linked with the Lloyd Georges – that of Alistair McAlpine. McAlpine was named on Newsnight in 2012 as being one of the people who abused boys at Bryn Estyn and a huge row ensued after the man who named McAlpine subsequently said that he thought that he had been mistaken. Some people – including Sally Bercow – had been daft enough to repeat the allegation online and McAlpine successfully sued them. No-one mentioned at the time that although McAlpine may have been wrongly named, some of McAlpine’s colleagues in the Tory Party, such as Sir Peter Morrison, MP for Chester, had been abusing boys from children’s homes in north Wales. McAlpine was Tory Party Treasurer from the mid 1970s until 1990 and he was also an advisor to Thatcher. Morrison was Thatcher’s PPS and Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party.

The mother of Owen Lloyd George, the 3rd Earl Lloyd-George of Dwyfor ie. Lloyd George’s grandson –  was Roberta McAlpine, Robert McAlpine’s daughter. (Alistair McAlpine was Robert McAlpine’s great-grandson.) Roberta married Lloyd George’s son Richard. Owen Lloyd George sat in the Lords as a cross bencher – he did not live in Wales until he was 63, when he purchased a house in Pembrokeshire. Owen married Ruth Coit, with whom he had two sons and a daughter. After that marriage was dissolved, he married Jo, daughter of Sir Alexander Gordon- Cumming and Elizabeth, Countess of Cawdor. Just to confuse things even further, Jo had been previously married to the Earl of Woolton and to Lord Ferres. For further details of these rather complex relationships and their connections to present day media barons, please see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’

Owen’s eldest son succeeded him as the 4th Earl Lloyd-George of Dwyfor.

Other member of the Lloyd George family whom Trumpers’ and her parents knew included Gwilym Lloyd George aka Viscount Tenby, who was the brother of Olwen Carey Evans. Gwilym was an MP (for Pembrokeshire, 1922-24 and again between 1929-50; then for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1951-57). He was Home Secretary 1954-57 – Gwilym was the Home Secretary who refused to commute Ruth Ellis’s death sentence. Gwilym became Viscount Tenby in 1957. Gwilym had two children – David, the 2nd Viscount Tenby who died unmarried and William, later Lord Tenby, who sat as a cross bench peer. William was one of the 90 hereditary peers who retained his seat in the Lords after Blair’s ‘reform’ of the Lords in 1999. Gwilym married Edna Gwenfron from Denbigh. Timothy, the son of William studied at Aberystwyth and later went to Australia. Gwilym’s sister Megan Lloyd George also had a long career in politics.

Olwen Carey Evans married Sir Thomas Carey Evans – a Top Doctor who was surgeon to one Lord Reading, the Viceroy of India… Thomas Carey Evans was the son of Dr Robert Davies Evans, a GP in Blaenau Ffestiniog, who was also High Sheriff of Merionethshire. Evans’s wife was the sister of Sir Robert Armstrong-Jones, a notable Welsh physician and psychiatrist, who studied at what is now Bangor University and then St Barts Hospital, London. Armstrong-Jones then lectured at Barts, was a consulting physician to the military at London and Aldershot before WWI and during that war, was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Royal Army Medical Corps. In 1929 he was High Sheriff of Caernarvonshire. Throughout much of this time Armstrong-Jones was also Superintendent of the London County Council’s Claybury Asylum – he remained associated with Claybury until his death at the age of 85. When he was younger, Armstrong-Jones worked at Colney Hatch Asylum. Armstrong-Jones’s son Ronald was a barrister – who’s own son was the drug imbibing bisexual notoriously promiscuous Anthony Armstrong-Jones aka Lord Snowdon, past star of this blog, as is his wife, Princess Margaret! The Snowdons were patients of Dr Peter and Ann Dally, drug dealers to high society (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other)…

Sir Thomas Carey Evans was educated at University College Cardiff, then did his medical training at the University of Glasgow and at Barts. He served in the military in India and later settled in London, living at Wimpole Street. In 1936 Carey Evans was appointed the first medical superintendent of Hammersmith Hospital. Carey Evans was medical superintendent at Hammersmith when the Royal Postgraduate Medical School was established there and he remained there for approx ten years. For details of the long-standing research fraud, cronyism and misconduct that I witnessed and was told about whilst I was doing my MSc at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS in 1986-87, please see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’. Thomas Carey Evans retired to north Wales in 1945 where, according to his obituary, he immersed himself in his love of the language and culture – whilst his extended family and then his descendants completely shafted the region. Thomas Carey Evans died in 1948, but Olwen lived until 1990.

Thomas and Olwen had four children – Margaret, Eluned, Robert and David. Eluned is the mother of Thomas MacMillan and Margaret MacMillan. Margaret is the historian and warden of St Antony’s College Oxford. Margaret’s sister Ann is manager of the London Bureau of CBC and is married to the journalist Peter Snow. Their son is BBC regular and star of ‘The One Show’, Dan Snow! That’s ‘The One Show’ which features the lame and hopeless Alex Jones, who went to Aberystwyth University and soon inexplicably became an over-paid star at the notoriously Oxbridge-dominated BBC – some of us are wondering how she managed to do that. Dan Snow therefore is the great-grandson of Olwen. In one interview Dan remembers visiting north Wales as a little boy and witnessing much cap-doffing towards Olwen…

Dan is a friend of Prince William!

But wait until you hear about Thomas MacMillan. He hasn’t wasted his time being a Top Doctor or even signing arsey memorandums in a desperate attempt to protect the jobs and pensions of people who should never have been appointed to their jobs in the first place. He’s not on ‘The One Show’ either. Thomas is Mr Big Bucks himself. He has been, variously, Chair of CIBC Mellon Canada; President and CEO of CIBC Mellon; Executive Vice-President of Corporate Services at the Montreal Trust; Vice-President, President and CEO of Chase Manhattan Bank of Canada. In 2012 Thomas MacMillan was appointed Chair of Blair Franklin Asset Management.

Howz about that then as Trumpers’ friend Jimmy would no doubt have observed.

 

New visitors to this blog unacquainted with the ways of the Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends might well accuse me of being on the Grassy Knoll when I take the trouble to map out these connections and networks. I too used to believe that people who carry on in the way that I do were on the Grassy Knoll. We are not. People like Trumpers learnt at a very young age that having friends in Very High Places – preferably places like Buck House – can be very useful, especially if you or your friends and associates are doing things that they shouldn’t be. Trumpers’ book is quite explicit about this – not only does she actually admit that she ruthlessly used her rich and powerful friends to get what she wanted, but she is finely attuned as to who’s title is the most prestigious, which families have the highest number of members who are dukes and exactly who owns which stately home. Trumpers is rude about gongs like MBEs and states that she doesn’t care much for ‘baubles’ – that’s because the only thing that matters in her eyes is a peerage, particularly if it’s an hereditary one. She’s taken a leaf out of the book of Michael Winner and very obviously thinks that an OBE is just for those who have worked as a dinner lady for 40 years. A dinner lady for the working classes that is – serving at a banquet at Buck House is a different kettle of fish entirely, as Trumpers explains in her book when she tells us that she had always wanted to serve at a state banquet but that is usually a male preserve (a bit like inheriting the title and the family seat, or until very recently the Crown).

Trumpers’ family hit a major trauma in 1929 with the Wall Street crash – they ‘lost everything’. Well, by Trumpers’ standards it was ‘everything’. It was quite a lot – millions – but they had so much anyway that they did not have to claim benefits or go on the parish or whatever one did in 1929 when you were sharing a dance teacher with Lilibet and Margaret Rose. They moved out of their palatial residence at Cumberland Place into a ‘cottage’ in Kent called Rowlings. Trumpers’ has been good enough to supply a photo in her book of the ‘cottage’ to which they decamped when they were destitute, I can recommend looking at that photo – readers will gain some idea of the planet that Trumpers’ lives on. The cottage came with servants as well and land. I’m glad to say that Trumpers’ parents friends were also willing to slum it at the cottage, so Prime Ministers and their friends continued to visit.

According to Trumpers, Rowlings was managed by the Lunacy Commission because the man who owned it had ‘gone mad’ and couldn’t manage his own affairs. I know that this can happen to people if they become sufficiently distressed, but I also know that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones said this of Mary Wynch and relieved her of her property – she successfully sued him and demonstrated that he was a corrupt old bastard who had illegally had her arrested and banged her up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year. However when Michael Howard at the Home Office finally spat Mary out in 1995, her property was not returned to her. Unlike Trumpers, Mary really did lose everything – at the hands of some of those who signed that ‘memorandum’ along with the Carey Evans’s… Brown and me also got to hear about an aristocrat in north Wales who did not inherit because he was deemed to be mentally incompetent. ‘Now there’s a job for D.A. Jones’ observed Brown when we were told of this very worrying case. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if indeed Dafydd had been involved. Trumpers maintains that because Rowlings was managed by the Lunacy Commission they were not allowed to buy it, they could only rent. Yet further on in the book Trumpers mentions that her mother was given the option to buy – it was the Lunacy Commission who seemed to be making this offer, not the man who had ‘gone mad’. Er – what was going on Trumpers? Had the owner of Rowlings recovered – and if so why were you still dealing with the Lunacy Commission? If he hadn’t recovered, why were they trying to flog your mother his house? Rather than buy Rowlings, Trumpers’ mother opted for the purchase of another little bolt hole, this time one with ten bedrooms. At one point Trumpers mentions that the family had miraculously come into a great deal of money again, but she doesn’t explain quite how. Until they received that windfall, Trumpers et famille effectively lived off the generosity of their very rich friends – and I mean rich. Trumpers’ et al were the poor relations because they didn’t own half of Scotland.

Trumpers’ account of her young life names others whom she and her parents hung out with – including the Prince of Wales and Mrs Simpson in Biarritz. Trumpers’ dad was a womaniser which caused Trumpers a bit of embarrassment when she was a young woman – she’d turn up to swanky clubs with her own beau, only to find her dad in there with one of his mistresses. A scene occurred at the wedding of the Duke of Kent and Princess Marina in 1934 when one of Trumpers’ dad’s girlfriends arrived.

A major part of the Trumpers’ biography as sold to the nation by the media was Trumpers’ time as a landgirl, doing her bit for the war effort. Trumpers was famously a landgirl in Churt, on Lloyd George’s farm. Whilst at Churt, Trumpers shared the cottage in which Lloyd George’s mistress Frances Stevenson lived. Upon Trumpers’ retirement, the BBC and ‘Guardian’ made much of Trumpers’ success as a teenager in fighting off the lecherous old Lloyd George. A different story emerges from Trumpers’ books and earlier interviews. Lloyd George used to turn up to the house where Frances and Trumpers were living and measure Trumpers’ vital statistics. Trumpers’ did not fight him off, she thought it was a bit weird, but as she said in one interview ‘he was the grandfather of all my friends’. She’d known him since she was in the womb, he was almost as well-known to her as her own parents were and she’ll have known exactly what he was like – she was his mistress’s flat-mate. As for Trumpers’ contribution to the war effort – her book states quite clearly that she was the only landgirl at Churt and she was sent there because it would imply that Lloyd George was making a contribution to the war effort himself. Trumpers’ also admits that the famous photo of her, the farm manager and Lloyd George at work on the farm was posed especially for the newspapers. None of this is unusual – but it has all helped build up a public image of someone whom Trumpers was most definitely not. The produce from Lloyd George’s farm – honey and mead – was sold by Fortnum and Mason who made the identity of the farm’s owner a selling point.

This brings me to next part of the Trumpers’ myth – Hitler and Trumpers’ part in his downfall. When Trumpers stepped down from the Lords, everybody banged on about her having worked at Bletchley Park WITH ALAN TURING.

Trumpers’ received virtually no formal education. She did speak French well – because as a child she had a French governess. Trumpers had learnt French, she had learnt ballet and she had learnt the correct way to curtsy at Court, but she had not learnt much else. She was very weak at maths – even by her standards – and she expressed quite a contempt for education anyway. She didn’t need it and couldn’t see the point of it and what formal education she had ended when she was 15. She was then sent to a finishing school in Switzerland where two batty old ladies with Royal connections taught her things that probably even Trumpers didn’t need to know. Trumpers did however subsequently pursue a secretarial course, a very basic bog standard one.

When Trumpers hit 18 in 1940 she didn’t know what to do with herself and no-one else knew what to do with her either. Her father had a friend who was a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy who knew someone who was working at Bletchley. Trumpers was told to go along to Lyons Corner House where she was ‘interviewed’ by a Frank Birch. She was then given a ticket to enable her to go to Bletchley Park the very next day. So they obviously weren’t waiting to receive her references. Trumpers explains in her book that there was ‘no vetting’ because ‘they were snobs’ – she maintains that if you spoke the Queen’s English and had been to the right school you were alright. Or indeed if you had a dad who had a mate at Bletchley Park and you’d been groped by Lloyd George whilst dossing down with his mistress and had connections to Royalty.

By Trumpers’ own account, her work at Bletchley was very menial – it had to have been, Trumpers couldn’t have done anything else, she was eighteen and innumerate – and she was mind-numbingly bored as were all the other young women who worked with her. They had no idea at all – understandably – what the work taking place at Bletchley Park was. They were a group of young women all much like Trumpers ie. aristocratic but with no education other than language skills from European governess’s and they had bugger all interest in what was going on at Bletchley either. What did they do? They literally pissed about all day. They ski-ived off work, they hid each other in filing cabinets, they ran up and down corridors and they dressed up in ridiculous outfits to entertain each other. The media reports of Trumpers’ days off from Bletchley maintain that she and her friends would go to London ‘and dance all night’ a la Barbara Cartland. Trumpers’ own account suggests that they got absolutely rat-arsed with numerous young men, some of whom they didn’t actually know. I’m not suggesting that Trumpers and her friends shouldn’t have done this – it is what teenagers tend to do, Trumpers et al were just doing it in a rather more privileged way – but fighting Hitler they were not. However some of the young men in their circle did risk their necks because they were in the Forces. Trumpers did meet Alan Turning – once. Or she thinks that she did. She was ordered to take a message over to a man in a room in another part of Bletchley Park – she didn’t know her way around because she and her mates were all confined to one hut and had to stay in there virtually all the time – but she eventually arrived at the office and gave the message to the man inside, who did not say thank you. Who she thinks might have been Alan Turing. If he’d been the Duke of fucking Rutland she’d have known exactly who he was, how many thousands of acres he owned and how long the castle had been in the family, but Trumpers was not particularly interested in code-breaking or quiet gay mathematical geniuses.

Trumpers only had a rather woolly grasp of what was going on at Bletchley Park, but she was on the ball with regard to a few other things. Such as the nature of the people with whom she was ‘billeted’. Not that Trumpers stood on a train station with a label on her waiting to be taken to someone’s spare bedroom – no, Trumpers was billeted at Passenham Manor, ‘the house of a very rich banker’, George Ansley. Furthermore Trumpers made friends ‘with a girl who later married an ambassador’, ‘which came in handy later on’.

One of Trumpers’ closest friends at Bletchley was Sarah ‘Sally’ Norton, the daughter of the 6th Lord Grantley (Trumpers actually knows the numbers of the Lords, Earls and Viscounts that she hangs out with). Sally later married Bill Astor of Profumo fame – of which I will write more later on in this post. Trumpers was where the action was re Profumo, but as with Savile her name seems to have been kept out of it all.

Sally Norton introduced Trumpers to Max Aitken aka Lord Beaverbrook, the Fleet Street baron – Sally’s mother was Beaverbrook’s mistress and kept a cottage at his country house near Leatherhead. Jean Norton and Beaverbrook later married. Trumpers became well acquainted with Beaverbrook, visited him regularly and spent weekends at his place where she met ‘absolutely everybody’. Beaverbrook’s friends included Asquith, Lloyd George, Churchill, Duff and Diana Cooper and H.G. Wells. Trumpers herself believes that Beaverbrook cultivated her friendship because of her family connections to the Lloyd Georges – Beaverbrook was given his peerage by the Coalition Gov’t when Lloyd George was PM. Trumpers’ book relates anecdotes in which she toadies to Beaverbrook and writes and sings songs to him concerning his greatness. Years later Beaverbrook asked Trumpers to spend Christmas with him – she said that she couldn’t because she was spending it with her family. So Beaverbrook told her to bring them. She responded by saying that she didn’t think that they’d be very happy about that. Beaverbrook never spoke to her again.

What Trumpers’ relationship with Beaverbrook actually was I can’t quite work out – he was known to be a womaniser who treated women very badly when he’d finished using them and the impression one gains from Trumpers’ book is that she was either sexually involved with him or gave him the message that she was available for such activities. But Trumpers seems to have given that message out to an awful lot of men around her. She stresses repeatedly that she was ‘pure’, but I think that it would be quite difficult to stay as the driven snow if you carried on like Trumpers. She spent her whole time ingratiating herself to people who seemed to shag anything that moved, she was often well-bladdered and participated in games of strip poker with groups of soldiers. Part of Trumpers’ media appeal was her constant little jokes about being ‘rather naughty’, doing things that she shouldn’t and ‘not being caught’. It was all wrapped up in terms of an elderly lady smoking in places where smoking was banned or swearing in the Lords, but I suspect that old Trumpers did a few things that would have got other people arrested and up in Court…

One of the soldiers with whom Trumpers got pissed and played strip poker was Patrick Telfour Smollett – he was good friends with David Niven. Smollett married Georgina Fox, the daughter of Sir Gifford Fox, MP for Henley. Patrick Smollett stood as a Conservative candidate for Parliament twice but was not elected. He later became Deputy Lieutenant of Dunbartonshire.

Trumpers’ other very good friend at Bletchley was Osla Benning, who was Prince Philip’s first girlfriend. Osla was the goddaughter of Lord Louis Mountbatten. Osla married John Henniker-Major, who later became Lord Henniker.

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog might remember that one of my correspondents has mentioned Lord Henniker a lot. Henniker owned a country estate in Suffolk where in the 1980s children in the care of Islington County Council – which had a paedophile gang operating within it’s children’s homes – were taken on holidays. Peter Righton, a convicted paedophile who was a founding member of PIE and Director of Education at the National Institute for Social Work, lived in a cottage on Henniker’s estate and there were complaints that Righton had abused children there.

For two years Henniker was Assistant Private Secretary to Foreign Secretary Ernest Bevin in Clement Atlee’s post-WWII Labour Gov’t and Henniker then worked in the Personnel Dept of the Foreign Office. The Foreign Office was still reeling from the defections of Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean and was then clobbered by the Suez Crisis in 1956. Relationships between people in the Foreign Office were fraught and there were internal battles taking place. In the 60s Henniker was appointed Ambassador to Jordan and then to Denmark. After this it was suggested that he might become Private Secretary to HM the Queen, but instead in 1968 the Chair of the British Council Lord Bridges appointed Henniker Director of the British Council via ‘an informal mechanism’. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth because the staff at the British Council viewed Henniker as having been imposed upon them by the Foreign Office. Lord Fulton took over as Chair of the British Council and in 1972 forced Henniker to resign. Henniker ‘retired’. Osla was by now very ill and she died in 1974.

Henniker remarried Julia Poland in 1976; in 1980 his father died and Henniker inherited his title and the Suffolk estate. For a while in the late 1980s Henniker was the Lib Dem spokesperson in the Lords. Henniker and Julia revamped the estate in Suffolk, Thornham Magna, in the 80s, turning it into an ‘asset for the community’. In 1985 a field study centre was built there to enable children to study ecology… Henniker received funding for the improvements to the estate from Mid-Suffolk District Council and the Countryside Commission.

After his retirement Henniker was: Deputy Lieutenant of Suffolk; Chair of Suffolk Rural Housing Association; honorary lay Canon, Edmondsbury Cathedral; a member of the Mental Health Tribunal; a member of the Parole Board; a member of, and between 1982-86, Deputy Chair of Toynbee Hall. Lady Julia Henniker sits as a Magistrate in Ipswich and is a churchwarden in Thornham Magna.

Toynbee Hall is a building in Tower Hamlets which was established as a hub of radical social causes by an ancestor of the ‘Guardian’ columnist Polly Toynbee. The aim of the Toynbee Hall projects was to bridge the gap between people of ‘all social and financial backgrounds’. I am sure that Toynbee Hall was established with the best of intentions, but as with so many other things set up generations ago that revolve around influential well-off people working with powerless dispossessed ones, there is potential for exploitation. John Profumo dedicated much of his time to Toynbee Hall after he stepped down from political life. In 1965 the Child Poverty Action Group was founded at a meeting in Toynbee Hall. Sir Nicolas Bratza volunteered at Toynbee Hall’s Free Legal Advice Centre in the 1970s. This blog has already explained how the 1970s and 80s community legal advice centres didn’t touch cases involving organised child sexual abuse or the abuse of mental health patients. Bratzer was President of the European Court of Human Rights, 2011-12. Henniker was heavily involved with Toynbee Hall in the 1980s. Toynbee Hall was the scene of my unfortunate encounter with Lisa Nandy and the Compass Group (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’).

Lord Henniker’s son Mark is now Lord Henniker – he married Lesley Antoinette Foskett. In 2005 the Henniker’s 21 year old son Freddy was found dead in the woods of the estate. Newspaper reports at the time implied that Freddy had been in considerable distress for a while, but no-one suggested why. Freddy’s mother is a former Chair of Suffolk County Council and a former Lib Dem parliamentary candidate.

 

Some years ago, one boy in the care of Suffolk County Council claimed to have been taken to Wrexham and Islington by his carer where he was abused. Complaints were made to the Suffolk Police and Suffolk County Council but no action was taken.

In Oct 2009 Ofsted appointed John Goldup as their Social Care Director. In the 1980s and 90s, Goldup was a senior figure in the children’s dept of Islington Council. Derek Sawyer was the leader of Islington Council in 1992 and was later Chair of the London Regional Courts Board. Sawyer sat on many committees concerning the probation service and criminal justice system in London. Sawyer set up International British Educational Projects with Derek Slade. In 2010 Slade received a 21 year jail sentence for abusing boys between 1978-83 at St George’s School, Suffolk. With the help of Sawyer, Slade established a new ID via the use of a fake passport although Sawyer denied knowingly assisting Slade.

 

Another friend of Trumpers’ was Jean Graham – Trumpers doesn’t tell us anything about Jean Graham other than that ‘everybody in her family was a Duke’.

Although as a child Trumpers’ was led to expect that she would ‘come out’ – not as gay, but at Court and not the sort of Court that those of us who complained about the paedophiles’ friends found ourselves in so often either – Trumpers was just a tiny bit too young to have enjoyed this, although many of Trumpers’ mates came out. Trumpers did have her five minutes though – by the time that Trumpers hit whatever stage in the life-cycle it was when one came out, Trumpers participated in the ‘new style’ coming out, Queen Charlotte’s Ball, which when Trumpers attended in 1941 was held in Grosvenor House, Park Lane.

Trumpers was mates with Al Friendly who became the Editor of the ‘Washington Post’ but sadly shot himself dead many years later when he was in the final stages of cancer. Al Friendly  was the highest ranking American officer at Bletchley Park – so she palled up with him whilst she was stopping Hitler in his tracks.

During World War II Trumpers’ father was the commanding officer of the Marylebone Home Guard. It must have been the most elite Home Guard in Britain – it took in most of the BBC, as well as Harley Street. Trumpers’ dad had a lot of trouble with the Top Doctors when they joined up – in Trumpers’ words ‘any form of togetherness was anathema to them’, because they were ‘used to being the king of their own little world’. So some of us have noticed Trumpers – and if you accidentally discover that they are facilitating a paedophile gang which is supplying boys to Thatcher’s friends and colleagues, they’ll do all that they can to shaft you. Including using unscrupulous people in the Lords…

Trumpers had connections in the world of entertainment. Bud Flanagan and Chesney Allen were also members of the Marylebone Home Guard, as was Vivian Van Damm, the manager of the Windmill Theatre. The Windmill was notorious because it was the only place in town to put on shows involving stark naked young women. Of course Trumpers bends over backwards to emphasise that they may have all been starkers, but absolutely nothing beyond an innocent British saucy giggle went on. However Trumpers admits that the Windmill put on a ‘private show’ for the members of Trumpers’ dad’s Home Guard during which things got a little out of hand and ended with rampant males fighting each other as they scrambled over the seats to gain access to the naked women on stage. Trumpers assures us that she herself did not witness anything untoward.

Some years ago Brown and I along with a senior colleague wrote a paper about the construction of respectability in rural Wales in the mid-twentieth century. Something very noticeable was that when we interviewed older people about their memories of life when they were young, they all knew that some appalling things had happened, but they all claimed that it didn’t happen in their time or on their patch. It was always in another chapel, or in a previous generation, or in another school, or another town. This is almost a necessary strategy if one is living in a small rural community and one will spend one’s whole life there. There has to be ways of negotiating with one’s neighbours and extended family to live with regrettable incidents in ways that enable the community to continue to function.

Likewise Trumpers spent most of her life in situations in which people close to her and indeed all around her were doing things that certainly in that era were considered completely unacceptable. She knew this, she couldn’t have missed it. There was groping and shagging, heavy drinking rendering people vulnerable and incapable, a very high number of her friends were divorced at a time when indeed only the aristocracy were able to get divorced – and everybody had a mistress. Sometimes quite a few at the same time. Amidst all this Trumpers maintains that her undies remained very firmly in place. Trumpers – I don’t believe you and I challenge anyone to read your book and not draw the same conclusion as me. Trumpers’ set weren’t merely progressive, it was one enormous Ugandan discussion.

However I don’t think that Trumpers’ protestations regarding respectability were done for the same reasons that people in a disadvantaged rural Welsh community made the same type of protestations two generations ago.  Trumpers’ lot were telling everyone else what to do and were making and implementing legislation that they certainly didn’t abide by themselves. They did exactly what they wanted – and if the plebs had found out there would have been outrage. In the same way that there would have been if it had become public knowledge that some of Thatcher’s aides were molesting kids who had been trafficked from children’s homes. Or indeed if it became public knowledge that the decision to appoint one of the country’s most serious sex offenders as the manager of a secure hospital had been made by an unelected uneducated aristocrat who was never in danger of encountering a Top Doctor working for the NHS herself, but who nevertheless had been given a Ministerial position in the DHSS because she fancied going into politics. No wonder Edwina took the blame – Edwina had long since left politics and was occupying herself writing bonkbusters and appearing on TV. Trumpers was still sitting in the Lords, among a bunch of others who’d facilitated or concealed paedophilia and the abuse of vulnerable people.

I don’t mind one bit if Trumpers and her mates occupied themselves bedhopping and boozing – but as the Savile appointment and the presence of people like Sir Peter Morrison in Parliament demonstrated, Trumpers et al were making dreadful decisions. Their own circle didn’t escape unscathed. Trumpers mentions a number of suicides – one of which was of a young man who ‘was her dance partner one night’, then turned up to see her the next day and hours later shot himself dead in the Cavalry Club in Piccadilly, of which Trumper’s father was Chairman. WTF???

One of Trumpers’ dad’s friends and a member of his Home Guard was Rowland Baring, the 2nd Earl of Cromer. He was a member of the Baring banking family and was Lord Chamberlain to the Household, 1922-37. (Baring was portrayed in the 2013 ‘Downton Abbey’ Christmas Special.) Rowland Baring’s father, the 1st Earl of Cromer, Evelyn Baring, was quite something. He was the British Counsel General of Egypt during the late 19th century and his policies were representative of the ‘white man’s burden’ school of thought. He was a founding member and President of the League for Opposing Women’s Suffrage. English Heritage have put up a nice blue plaque in Wimpole Street to commemorate his presence on the earth.

The 1st Earl of Cromer’s other son – also called Evelyn – the 1st Baron Howick of Glendale, had a CV as good as his dad’s: he was the Governor of Southern Rhodesia, 1942-44; High Commissioner for Southern Africa, 1944-51; Governor of Kenya, 1952-59. Baring’s time as Governor of Kenya was marked by the Mau Mau uprising. Files only recently released show that in June 1959, Baring passed on a secret memo to Alan Lennox-Boyd, the Secretary of State for the Colonies, written by the Attorney General of Kenya, Eric Griffiths-Jones. The memo had been written for the sight of Baring and it described the abuse of Mau Mau detainees. It is alleged that Baring supplied a covering letter which asserted that inflicting ‘violent shock’ was the only way of dealing with the Mau Mau insurgents. What sort of ‘violent shock’ did Baring have in mind? Well the Imperial forces certainly pushed the boat out – the Mau Mau were castrated, had their nails yanked out, had pins shoved into them, had injuries inflicted upon their genitals, were raped and buggered and at least one of them was roasted alive.

Meanwhile Trumpers danced all night…

There is a nice photo on the web of the Baring whom Trumpers knew with A.L.Rowse and Roger Makins. The photo was taken by Lady Ottoline Morrell – who was alleged to have had a sado-masochistic relationship with Bertrand Russell. The Bertrand Russell who somehow found his way into the asylum in which T.S. Eliot had his wife incarcerated because she was seriously pissing him and his friends off (Virginia Woolf described her as the bag of ferrets around Eliot’s neck) in order to have sex with her. The only surprise is that this wasn’t all going on in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Evelyn Baring was preceded as High Commissioner to South Africa by William Ormsby-Gore, the 4th Baron of Harlech. The Harlech’s owned vast tracts of land in Gwynedd as well as a grand house near Oswestry, which is where until relatively recently the family lived.

William Ormsby-Gore was a Conservative politician and a banker. He was MP for Denbigh Boroughs and later sat for the constituency of Stafford. Ormsby-Gore was Assistant Secretary in the War Cabinet led by PM Lloyd George and was Secretary of State for the Colonies, 1936-38, under Stanley Baldwin. William Ormsby-Gore was Lord Lieutenant of Merionethshire, 1938-57. He died in 1964 and was succeeded by his son David, the 5th Lord Harlech. This is the Lord Harlech that people tend to think of when one refers to Lord Harlech. This Lord Harlech was the Conservative MP for Oswestry, 1950-61. John Biffen succeeded that seat – who incredibly enough came from a farm just down the lane from where I lived as a teenager and who went to school with my father. Unfortunately John Biffen was part of Thatcher’s Cabinet – until he fell out with her – and at one point wrote an article for the Torygraph or something similar explaining how growing up in Somerset and studying history at school in Bridgwater made him a Tory. It certainly never had that effect on me, although I suspect that a lot of people did try very hard to try turn me into a Conservative voter.

Lord Harlech’s sister Katherine Ormsby-Gore married Maurice Macmillan, the son of Harold Macmillan. Lord Harlech was Deputy Lieutenant of Shopshire in 1961 and in the same year became the British Ambassador to the US. He was appointed after JFK was elected President. David Ormsby-Gore already knew JFK from the time that they’d known each other in London – Lord Harlech was distantly related to him anyway. Media reports refer to ‘rumours’ of Lord Harlech having an affair with Jackie Kennedy after JFK’s death – he asked her to marry him in 1968, so I presume that the ‘rumours’ were true. Jackie said no and subsequently married a much richer Greek gentleman. Lord Harlech remained in post under Lyndon B. Johnson and following the election of the Labour Gov’t in 1964. Harlech played a significant role in the Cuban Missile Crisis. After retiring as Ambassador in 1965, Harlech took his seat in the Lords and was briefly Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party. He also founded HTV.

Trumpers’ brother knew Jackie Kennedy was she was young and even turned down the opportunity of a date with her…

Lord Harlech’s first wife Sylvia died in a car accident in 1967 and he  remarried Pamela Colin in 1969. The wedding was attended by Princess Margaret, the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, J.J. Astor and Michael Astor. Then Lord Harlech himself was involved in a serious car accident in 1985 – he was taken to the Royal Shrewsbury Hospital where he died. His funeral was attended by Senator Edward Kennedy, Jackie Onassis and a number of other Kennedys.

The baronetcy was inherited by David Ormsby-Gore’s son Francis. David’s son Julian was the first in line but Julian had shot himself dead in 1974. Readers might have noticed that a lot of unfortunate things happened to the Harlechs. They continued to happen as well. Francis’s sister Alice died of a heroin overdose in 1995. When Alice was younger she had lived with Eric Clapton – it was Clapton who introduced her to the joys of heroin. Clapton later gave it up but Alice didn’t. Eric Clapton now admits that he treated Alice appallingly.

Francis Ormsby-Gore sat as a Tory in the Lords until hereditary peers were removed in 1999. He was a member of the Parliamentary group concerned with the former Yugoslavia. He and his fellow Lords were rash enough to meet with the Bosnian Serb leaders Radovan Karadzic and Ratko Mladic, who were later put on trial for war crimes.

Francis certainly had his own problems. He married Amanda, who is described as a fashion editor. She has worked as a senior stylist with Chanel, worked with John Galliano and Karl Lagerfeld. Francis and Amanda were divorced many years ago and she spent most of her time in Paris. In 2007 the Mail Online ran an article about her ‘being involved with’ Ralph Fiennes. In 1999 Francis ended up selling the ancestral seat at Oswestry because he was short of money – he moved to live on his estate in Gwynedd. He farmed and lived at Talsarnau, near Harlech. Francis and Amanda had two children, Jasset David Cody Ormsby-Gore and Tallulah Ormsby-Gore. Jasset trained at Central St Martins and is a video producer and Tallulah is a model and actress – the Torygraph really loves Tallulah, they’re always featuring her in their fashion articles. It is alleged that Tallulah’s Instagram borders on the pornographic.

Francis developed mental health problems and it is alleged that in 2011 he was sectioned under the Mental Health Act. He also had drink and drugs problems. In 1994 Francis was involved in an incident in which the police found loaded firearms in his car and him drunk at the wheel. He was banned for driving for 22 months and fined £1,400. In 1999 he was fined £1000 for careless driving and failing to stop after an accident. Two months later Francis was fined £300 after being arrested at Crewe station in possession of a wrap of heroin. At one point he spent a year on probation after a drink driving charge. In 2011 Francis was in a car with Tallulah driving in Gwynedd, when he had some sort of panic attack, which caused Tallulah to lose control of the car. She bashed into a car which hit a lamp post. Francis convinced Tallulah to drive off and she was subsequently fined £325.

In 2014 Francis tried to get back into the Lords. He wrote quite a plaintive letter explaining why he thought that he should have a seat. It is alleged that he was very distressed when he was turned down. That’s the Lords which is full to the rafters with the paedophiles’ friends, Trumpers and her mates.

Last year Francis was found dead at his property in Talsarnau. He was only in his early 60s, yet I never heard anything about an investigation into his death.

After Francis died, the media really went to town on the Harlechs. Mail online ran a piece about the ‘curse of the Harlechs’ and marvelled at how many members of this family had met untimely deaths in unpleasant ways. Another piece stated that the Harlech’s were a bunch of self-indulgent hedonists and to demonstrate this reminded everyone that in the 70s the Ormsby-Gores founded a ‘commune’ in Shropshire – this was blamed on their friendship with Sir Mark Palmer, a ‘hippy’ who was a one time Page for HM the Queen and who later founded the model agency ‘English Boy’.

Francis’s friends – the boozing, drug taking, sectionable hippy clearly had some – told a rather different story. They told of a nice man who had led an incredibly distressing life which involved identifying the bodies of three close relatives who had died in dreadful circumstances. Francis’s mates claimed that he had been particularly clobbered by the loss of his seat.

Read one way, the story of the Harlech’s could easily be interpreted as one involving people with a great deal of money who could afford to indulge themselves in ways which were self-destructive. There could well be a lot of truth in that. But the notion that the Harlech’s are so ‘unlucky’ that they must be cursed sets alarm bells going. When I was living in London and complaining about the paedophiles’ friends, all sorts of dreadful things happened to me which I knew were not related to any wrongdoing or cock-ups on my part. It was so obvious that one of my house-mates said at one point ‘God you have the worst luck of anyone I know’. I now have documentary evidence that nearly all those things were a result of the activities of the paedophiles’ friends – as were many of the things that happened to me in the following years and some of the things that happened to my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales. Since I’ve moved to a location where the paedophiles’ friends can’t find me, I live an incredibly peaceful hassle-free life. No cars have tried to run me over, no-one’s tried to set fire to my house and no-one’s tried to poison my dogs or get into my house late at night. No-one’s told my neighbours that I’m mad and a danger to their children, so I don’t have to deal with the fall-out from that either. I haven’t even had my computers stolen by relatives of John McTernan or legal documents stolen from my car. Because the paedophiles’ friends do not know where I am.

What if a member of the Harlech family knew something about a very powerful person or people that a lot of people didn’t want to become public? If someone is subjected to an all out vendetta and hate campaign, it’s not difficult to push them over the edge. Likewise if someone does have a drink or drugs problem, it’s not difficult to pressurise them or simply fail to help them with that problem and watch them end up in a mess. Furthermore if people have these these sorts of problems, it isn’t that difficult to explain even deaths as being a result of their own haplessness. The Harlech’s have the sort of premature mortality rate that the kids in care in north Wales or the psychiatric patients did – the Harlech’s died in the same way as well. They have been killed in car crashes, they have killed themselves, they have died of drug overdoses…Oh – wasn’t it alleged that Francis was sectioned under the Mental Health Act in 2011? Francis lived in north Wales – who was the Top Doctor who sectioned him? And why? We know that psychiatric patients drop like flies in north Wales – they are even found dead inside the mental health units and as long as a few Angels are wheeled out at the inquest to recite the manta of ‘they were a danger to themselves and others’, there’ll be no questions asked as to why another one has bitten the dust in exactly the same unit in exactly the same way as someone else did not so long before.

Francis Harlech sounds to me as though he was actually a very vulnerable man, even if he did have rather more money than his neighbours. Furthermore he was so distressed that he ended up in the hands of the mental health services – that tends not to have a happy ending.

Francis and his siblings when they were young people lived near Oswestry in Shropshire. At that time the North Wales Paedophile Ring – which had links with organised criminals involved with drugs, porn and under-aged prostitution – was going great guns. It spilled over into Cheshire and Shropshire – John Allen, a key figure in the North Wales Paedophile Ring who is at present in prison for serious offences against children, owned children’s homes in Cheshire and Shropshire as well as in north Wales.

Oh – and if Francis had been found with loaded firearms in his car, why wasn’t he prosecuted for that? There are a few things about the accounts of Francis and his alleged actions that don’t add up.

The last thing that I read about the Harlechs was that Jasset, now Lord Harlech, held a huge sale of goods at Bonhams from the estate…

 

There is no end to Trumpers’ connections. She knew Mary, Churchill’s daughter. Mary Churchill later became Lady Mary Soames and is the mother of Fatty Soames, the Tory MP who is a big mate of Prince Charles. Another one of Trumpers’ mother’s friends was Lady Winifred Renshaw, the widow of one of Lord Kitchener’s closest friends. Kitchener was a Freemason. Although that will undoubtedly pale into insignificance against the deaths that he was responsible for. Even the paedophiles’ friends haven’t managed to eliminate people on the scale that Kitchener did.

I mentioned earlier the part that Trumpers’ played in defeating Hitler at Bletchley Park. Not only did Trumpers hate working at Bletchley, but she loathed it so much that she hatched an escape plan. She told Bletchley that her mother had been injured and needed Trumpers to look after her and then Trumpers used her ‘good connections’ to get herself another job -in Paris. Trumpers hit a snag though. At Bletchley her role was that of a ‘registrar’. So she was offered a job in Paris as a registrar – but when she arrived in Paris, Trumpers had to explain to her new employers that she didn’t know what a registrar actually did, because although that had been her job title at Bletchley, everyone knew that she hadn’t actually been a registrar there. So Bletchley was knowingly employing a load of upper class teenagers who didn’t know what they were doing whilst giving them job titles to make them sound rather grander and capable than they were. A bit like the University of Warwick, where research assistants on three months rolling contracts are called research fellows and all the lecturers are called assistant professors. Or they were a few years ago. I was told the other day that things are even worse there now and they’ve introduced zero hours contracts. Not for the Professors in Warwick Business School obviously, but for other people.

Despite not being a registrar, Trumpers had a great time in Paris, having been ‘taken in by an extremely rich friend of my father’. Trumpers found herself invited to parties at the British Embassy, where she bumped into folk like the former Tory MP Duff Cooper and his wife Lady Diana, who was the daughter of the Duke of Rutland. Duff Cooper aka Viscount Norwich was a  Minister in Churchill’s Gov’t in 1940 and Secretary of State for War under Stanley Baldwin. He was the son of Top Doctor Sir Alfred Cooper and Duff’s uncle was married to Louise, the sister of George V and daughter of Edward VII and Queen Alexandra. Duff was known for his boozing, gambling and shagging of people who were not married to him. Diana was quite laid back about this, she knew that he’d always come back so she was unconcerned. Diana was, before marrying Duff, Lady Diana Manners. Diana’s parents were rather put out when she married Duff – not because of the boozing, gambling and shagging, but because they were hoping that she’d marry the Prince of Wales. She didn’t do very well for herself in the end, she only bagged a Cabinet Minister and friend of Churchill. Duff, Diana and their mates such as Raymond Asquith, the son of Prime Minister H.H. Asquith, were part of the set known as The Coterie. They hard a rather rougher time than Trumpers and co – most of the male members of The Coterie were killed in WWI.

Duff’s niece Enid was David Cameron’s grandmother.

Duff had a number of children, but his only legitimate child was John Julius Norwich, who pops up on Radio 4 and was for many years a member of the Executive Committee of the National Trust. He is also Patron of the SHARE community, which provides vocational training for disabled people. John Julius is the father of Allegra Huston, who was the daughter of his affair with Enrica Soma, the wife of film director John Huston.

Diana Cooper might have married below her but she remained on good terms with the best – she was friends with the Duke and Duchess of Windsor as Edward and Mrs Simpson came to be known. It was the cousins of one of Trumpers’ male friends who put Mrs Simpson up in the south of France when she did a runner, so Trumpers got to meet them. On the occasion that Trumpers dropped in they had one of their friends there – a Nancy Mitford.

In 1945 Trumpers’ friend from Bletchley Park, Sally, married Bill Astor – on the grounds that he was a Parliamentary candidate in need of a wife. Sally rather let the side down by failing to produce an heir on demand – she had a series of miscarriages but finally gave birth to William in 1951 after staying in bed for seven months during the pregnancy. Bill divorced her two years later and Sally subsequently married Lieutenant Col Thomas Baring.

In 1946 Trumpers’ other close friend Osla married Henniker.

In 1948 Trumpers returned to London – that year her friend Sue married Charles Graham, ‘heir to a baronetcy in Cumberland’.

Although Trumpers’ family famously lost everything in the Wall Street crash, not only did Trumpers’ mum manage to buy herself a ten bedroomed house a few years later, but when Trumpers returned from Paris, her mum purchased her a flat on Grosvenor Crescent Mews in Knightsbridge – just behind St George’s Hospital! Trumpers’ flatmates were Pempe, the daughter of Anthony Crossley, a Conservative MP and Mary Cobb, who’s father was also an MP.

The Duke of Westminster owns most of the property in that part of London.

At this stage in her life Trumpers noted that all the friends that she’d known at Bletchley were ‘now married so I had to be rather careful’.

Trumpers had another go at her version of working for a living when she was back in London. She secured a job in Peter Jones, but was sacked for theft. Not that Trumpers did steal anything but somebody else came in daily whilst she was working there and they made off with the stolen goods. Trumpers was most cross about being wrongly accused – which I can understand, but Trumpers didn’t work out that although she wasn’t actually the thief, she was rather culpable. The thief, a young woman, had walked in every morning and Trumpers had handed over the goodies. Anyway, Trumpers’ parents had a word with Peter Jones so perhaps that’s why Trumpers didn’t end up in Court.

Trumpers observes that in later life when she was a Baroness, she invited the Dirctors of Peter Jones to tea at the Lords – it’s ‘a lovely weapon to have up your sleeve’. Yes it even gets you off the hook when you’ve given an unqualified serial sex offender and paedophile a job as the manager of a psychiatric hospital, given him the keys to every room in the place, let him park a caravan in the grounds in which he molested patients and visitors and let him wander around calling himself ‘Dr Savile’.

The circumstances of Trumpers’ inviting the directors of Peter Jones to tea at the Lords is worth relating. Trumpers had been shopping in Peter Jones and purchased some jewellery that she then decided that she didn’t want to pay that price for – after she’d got it home. So she took it back to Peter Jones and ordered them to drop the price – it wasn’t damaged or substandard in any way, Trumpers just decided that she wanted a price reduction. Peter Jones refused. Trumpers went ape. She kicked up the most enormous stink, let it be known that she had a seat in the Lords and demanded the presence of the directors at the Lords ‘for tea’. On the big day, Trumpers didn’t only organise the tea – and I bet she didn’t even fucking pay for that – but she commandeered an ‘interview room’ in the Lords and laid out all the pieces of jewellery that she’d ever purchased in the room and frog marched the directors of Peter Jones around the room before feeding them what I suspect was the tax-payer funded tea. Just to let them know how much dosh she had – despite having lost everything many years before – and presumably what a valuable Baroness of a customer they’d be losing if they didn’t refund her money on a perfectly good piece of jewellery that she had willingly purchased at the agreed price.

Trumpers then marvelled that the next time that she went shopping in Peter Jones, they grovelled with the best – they called her a taxi, they carried her bags out and stood in the right spot until the taxi arrived with an umbrella over Trumpers’ bags of goods so the goods didn’t get wet whilst Trumpers sheltered in the shop out of the rain. Trumpers pondered on the fact that Peter Jones had been so unpleasant over the theft business when she’d worked for them as a young woman but so helpful when she went shopping there after letting them all know that she was stinking rich and a member of the Lords.  Fancy the same company treating the same person in two such different ways – Trumpers was mystified.

Despite not being a registrar and leaving a menial job with Peter Jones under a substantial cloud, Trumpers then rocked up working for a Tory MP, Viscount Hinchingbroke. Trumpers notes that when she worked for him, he wasn’t a real lord – he was in those days merely the heir to the Earl of Sandwich. When he did inherit he was 62 and had to give up his seat in the Commons, so in 1964 he disclaimed his title. By the time that Trumpers was in the Lords herself, Hinch – as the world called him – was plain old Victor Montagu.

Hinch was the MP for south Dorset and Private Secretary to Stanley Baldwin, 1932-34. He joined the Monday Club in 1964. Hinch was gay but nonetheless married Rosemary Peto, the goddaughter of Queen Maud of Norway. Rosemary left Hinch for another woman and they were divorced in 1958. Hinch married again to Ann, daughter of the 9th Duke of Devonshire, although that marriage was annulled. In 2015 files on Montagu which had been kept closed for more than 40 years were released and it was revealed that although Hinch had admitted indecently assaulting a boy regularly between 1970-72, he had been let off with a caution, after both the police and the DPP refused to take any further action. The DPP making the decision was Sir Norman Skelhorn QC – who was also the DPP who ruled out any prosecution of Cyril Smith in 1970. The boy involved in the Hinch case told the police that Hinch had not only taken him to London but was planning to take him to Switzerland – Hinch confirmed this to the police. Despite his interest in male children, Hinch had children of his own. His younger son, Robert Montagu, has publicly claimed that Hinch sexually abused him on a near daily basis between the ages of seven and eleven. Robert says that he knows ten other people who were sexually abused by his father and he believes that there may be many more. There are clues that the local people living near Hinch knew that he didn’t always conduct himself as would be expected – interestingly enough, at the time that Hinch was merely cautioned for repeatedly indecently assaulting a boy over a period of years, a police officer working on the case observed that the village was totally dependent upon the Montagu estate for employment.

When Trumpers began working for the paedophile she was delighted to find herself among old friends – Lloyd George’s political staff, whom she had known when she pretended to be working as a landgirl in Churt, were back in the House working for Megan, Lloyd George’s daughter, who was now an MP.

Other friends of Trumpers’ were Hugh Rocksavage  aka the Earl of Rocksavage and his girlfriend Lavinia. They married at Cholmondeley – one of the families houses -near Nantwich in Cheshire. The family also owned a pile in Norfolk. Hugh’s father was the Marquess of Cholmondeley – his mother was a Sassoon and his maternal grandmother was a Rothschild (Trumpers is acutely aware of the family trees of her aristocrat pals). Hugh was also a descendent of Robert Walpole, Britain’s first PM.

In 1968 Hugh became the Marquess of Cholmondeley. The Cholmondeleys entertained Princess Margaret and others in Cheshire. In the mid-80s the family turned the estate’s chapel into a concert venue – it’s a magnet for opera buffs and ensembles from Glyndebourne made appearances there. Hugh was Lord Great Chamberlain, a role which his own son David – now the Marquess of Cholmondeley himself – inherited in 1990. Trumpers observed that Lavinia didn’t manage to hatch an heir until 1960 – she kept letting the side down by giving birth to girls. David cut his teeth with regard to ludicrous roles with the Royal household at a young age – in 1974 when he was 14 he became a Page of Honour to HM the Queen.

The Cholmondeley’s house in Cheshire is mentioned in Gyles Brandreth’s autobiography. Gyles mentions a do at Cholmondeley which he, Neil and Christine Hamilton and other members of the City of Chester Conservative Association attended. Gyles admits that all these people knew that Sir Peter Morrison, the then MP for Chester, was molesting under-aged boys and that they openly gossiped about it. This was during the years when the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring was causing havoc. Gerald Cavendish, the Duke of Westminster and Prince Charles’s friend, was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association at the time. For details of Tory life in Cheshire whilst Morrison molested kids in care in north Wales see post ‘I Want Serious Money Now Please’.  Trumpers doesn’t mention socialising with Cavendish in her book, but I’m pretty sure that she would have – she couldn’t have resisted a toadying opportunity like that; the Duke of Westminster owned most of Belgravia and it was he who had built the block of flats which Trumpers’ later lived in.

Lavinia, Hugh’s wife – then widow – became President of the North West Division of the NSPCC in 1960 and remained in that role until her death in 2015. Some of those involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were involved with the NSPCC. Savile supported the NSPCC. The ‘Helpline’ which was established to ‘support’ the victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales when they gave evidence at one of the police investigations into that gang was set up by the NSPCC. The manager of the Helpline was a social worker who was a colleague of the paedophiles and the supervisor of the Helpline was the former safeguarding officer of the children’s service in which the paedophiles had operated. At least one person ‘supported’ by the Helpline was found dead whilst they were being supported.

Lavinia was the Vice-President of the Cheshire Agricultural Society – Gyles mentions accompanying Sir Peter Morrison to one of their events.

Lavinia was a busy bee – she was also Patron of St Luke’s Hospice in Cheshire since it’s formation. St Luke’s was the result of the efforts of Harold Hassall the former footballer and Jim Littlemore. The hospice was opened in 1988 by Charles and Di. In the early 1990s it received financial support from the local Health Authority and between 2002-06 St Luke’s entered into a partnership with the local PCT and Macmillan Cancer Support. Cheshire Hospices Education – a training scheme – was set up and between 2007-09 a research programme with the Universities of Liverpool and Lancaster was established. Between 2010-13 the hospice was engaged with the PCT and Cheshire East. It also received funding from Dementia Care UK.

At present, one of the Vice-Presidents of St Luke’s is Fiona Bruce, the Conservative MP for Congleton. Fiona is a lawyer and studied at Chester College of Law in either the late 70s or early 80s. So she’ll have known about the corruption on the Chester and Wales Circuit and will have been at Chester College with many of the people who later worked on that Circuit. Fiona’s own practice, Fiona Bruce and Co, was set up in 1988 and is based in Warrington. Which is the location of Risley Remand Centre – so she’ll have known about the abuse of remand prisoners (many of which were former kids in care or psychiatric patients from north Wales) and the corruption within that institution then.

In April 2015, a new part of St Luke’s opened, a facility near Sandbach, Winterley Grange. Winterley Grange was opened by Phil Redmond, the Liverpudlian who made his name as the producer of the soap opera ‘Brookside’. A man with many links to the paedophiles’ friends, the former Greater Manchester police officer John Stalker, was for a while a scriptwriter for Brookside (see posts ‘ Top of the Cops’ and ‘A Stalker’s Network’ for more information on John Stalker and his mates). Stalker lived in Cheshire – as did George Carman, the corrupt barrister who had connections with the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

Bill and Julie Holroyd, ‘businesspeople, investors and philanthropists’, also attended the opening of Winterley Grange. Bill was appointed Deputy Lieutenant in 2008 and High Sheriff of Cheshire in 2015. Bill Holroyd and many of his associates are involved with Bolton Lads and Girls Club.

Lavinia was also involved with the North West Cancer Research Fund. The North West Cancer Fund has been discussed on the Welsh political blogosphere recently, after somebody pointed out that it has a very heavy presence in the far corners of north west Wales, despite the fund being entirely concerned with activities in the north west of England. Successful research is of course transnational, but it is certainly interesting that the North West Cancer Fund has indeed colonised Gwynedd. I’ll be investigating this further – the Third sector has been completely corrupted and the University of Liverpool’s Top Doctors have been responsible for much of the toxicity of the NHS in north Wales, so there may well have been some very dirty dealings to ensure that the North West Cancer Fund gained a foothold in Gwynedd.

Hugh and Lavinia’s son David married Rose Hanbury, a fashion model. Rose’s gran was a bridesmaid at the wedding of HM the Queen and Prince Philip. Rose’s twin babies were born in 2009 – they were very premature and Rose was taken to Queen Charlotte’s Hospital in London where she was monitored for two weeks before the twins’ birth. The Countess of Chester Hospital has recently been in the news after it was revealed that care was shite and that over the last few years a number of babies had died unnecessarily – a police investigation into the deaths was launched earlier this year. There have been problems with the care of mothers and babies at the Countess of Chester for many, many years and mothers in the know ensured that they did not give birth there. Of course none of this was publicised so mothers who weren’t in the know were reassured that ‘of course it’ll all be alright dear’ by the Top Doctors and risked the necks of themselves and their babies at the Countess of Chester, sometimes with catastrophic consequences. I presume that the Cholmondeleys knew that the Countess of Chester Hospital was dangerous which is why their own high risk pregnancy and delivery was managed by Queen Charlotte’s. I don’t blame them one bit – I wouldn’t book myself into the Countess of Chester if I were pregnant – but they didn’t warn anybody else, despite Lavinia’s connections to the world of healthcare and the Top Doctors.

David Cholmondeley is a film maker!

Another aristocratic family with whom Trumpers had links were located in north Wales. In 1948 Trumpers’ friend Shirley Morgan – the daughter of novelists Charles Morgan and Hilda Vaughan – married Henry Paget, the Marquess of Anglesey – so Trumpers’ mate became a Marchioness. Trumpers noted that Henry’s family owned most of Anglesey – the family seat is Plas Newydd. Henry Paget was the partner of Trumpers’ pal Sally Norton before Sally married Bill Astor.

The Henry who married Shirley was the 7th Marquess – his father, the 6th Marquess, was Lord Chamberlain to Queen Mary. Henry’s mother was Lady Victoria Manners, daughter of the Duke of Rutland. Who will have been something to do with Trumpers’ other pal, Duff Copper’s wife, Lady Diana Manners.

It is of course a standing joke that the Royal family and British aristocracy are all highly inbred, but I didn’t realise to what extent that allegation was true until I began researching Trumpers and her friends. It really is a very small gene pool. But which group of people in the UK get flak from the Top Doctors and the media for daring to marry their cousins? South Asians in Bradford of course. In popular culture rude comments with regard to inbreeding are made about people from Somerset and Norfolk. I heard middle class people in north Wales level the same allegations about people from Anglesey – but they weren’t talking about the Marquess and his family, they were of course talking about the council house people and their ilk. Talking of subsidised accommodation, Plas Newydd was given to the National Trust in 1976, although Henry Paget and the family continued to live there.

Henry was a Conservative peer, but he never actually spoke in the Lords and only voted once. Henry was President of the National Museum of Wales, 1962-67; Vice-Chair of the Welsh Committee of the National Trust – so Henry was his own landlord then – and Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd, 1983-89.

Dame Shirley Paget was Press Secretary to Gladwyn Jebb in the Foreign Office pre-WWII; President of the Federation of Women’s Institutes, 1966-69; Board Member of the British Council, 1985-95; Chair of Broadcasting Complaints Commission, 1987-91.

Henry was a close friend of Kyffin Williams, the well-known artist who lived on Anglesey for many years. I note that Michael Mansfield’s memoir mentions that Mansfield was taught art at school by Kyffin – the radical Mansfield who ignored any cases related to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal or Westminster Paedophile Ring (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’).

When the newly wed Charles and Di visited Bangor I was told that they stayed the night at the Marquess of Anglesey’s place. There was a bit of trouble concerning that particular Royal Visit, with rude anti-Royal slogans being daubed on the council offices the night before, so someone had to paint over them – so there were the council offices partially repainted with a shade of paint that very obviously didn’t match the paintwork on the rest of the building as Charles and Di walked past. Then there was another diplomatic incident which involved a group of Welsh language students concealing themselves in some trees and dropping out of the trees as the Royal Couple approached, waving banners at them with slogans painted on them saying ‘Go Home English Prince’ and ‘Go Home Jug Ears’. Poor Di quailed and actually looked quite frightened, although to be fair to Charles he carried on mingling and actually chatted to the folk in the crowd and the students who weren’t yelling abuse at him, rather than spending his time hobnobbing with the bunch of grandiose idiots from the Council and the Mayor, who actually tried to steer him and Di away from the crowd that had turned out to see them. This was the only time that I ever saw Di and I noticed that she was very thin and was wearing a lot of make-up, particularly blusher. A press release later explained that Di was suffering from morning sickness – William was in the very early stages of gestation at the time. We now know that Di was suffering from an eating disorder, was incredibly unhappy and was chucking herself down the stairs at the Palace in distress.

Henry Paget held a number of roles with the Anglesey Conservative Association. So it will have been Henry who had something to do with their desire to snare Ann Widdecombe as the Parliamentary candidate for Anglesey, although Widdecombe had absolutely no knowledge of north Wales let alone Anglesey at all and very little interest (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). Henry will also have known something about the candidate whom they did select and who later became the Tory MP for Anglesey, Keith Best. Best was a barrister who failed to assist when I asked him for help when I first came under attack from the paedophiles’ friends and who unbeknown to me occupied a role in the Welsh Office with was orchestrating the cover-up of the paedophile ring and associated criminal activities anyway. Best was involved in a car crash in which his research assistant was killed whilst Best was driving but not much happened about that and was later jailed for fraud after working a fiddle involving multiple applications for shares. Best didn’t spend long in prison, somehow he managed to secure a very early release. Best was an MP who wanted to get tough on crime – in fact I think that he supported the return of capital punishment. Just like Ann Widdecombe did.

I used to know someone who did voluntary work at Plas Newydd. This person was a Hergest patient who, as with so many, just never recovered from a serious mental illness. They would begin to make a recovery – which was when they would be working at Plas Newydd – but within a few weeks they’d relapse and would be sectioned again. This was always blamed on a recurring mental illness. Which might have been present, but I was good friends with this person and I knew something that the other patients didn’t – that as soon as they began to recover and begin work, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) would alter their medication and within weeks they’d be seriously ill again. This person grew up in north Wales and lived in London during their twenties, in the late 1980s. They used to tell me about a sexual relationship that they’d had with a well-known figure who over the last few years has been the subject of a number of allegations of rather unacceptable conduct. My friend from the Hergest Unit had a breakdown in London and was sent back to Ysbyty Gwynedd for ‘care’ by Top Doctors in London. My friend’s ambition was always to return to London to live and work once more, but the well-known person and his friends didn’t seem to want my friend back down there. Not that it happened anyway – because every time my friend recovered and took up their voluntary work at Plas Newydd as a route back into paid work in an effort to wave good-bye to service userdom, Tony Francis would start altering the medication…

Henry Paget died in 2013 and his son Lord Uxbridge succeeded him.

 

Trumpers’ family got a bit worried about her by the 1950s because she hadn’t yet bagged a posh rich man. Trumpers herself didn’t seem to be too bothered about this, she carried on boozing, clubbing, visiting rich friends in their stately homes at weekends and not being very successful at menial jobs which she secured through her connections.

In 1952 Trumpers set sail for America. One of the passengers on the boat with Trumpers was a Shirley Brittan Caitlin. Trumpers couldn’t stand her. Neither can I – not that I have ever met Shirley on a boat, I only know her as the dreadful Shirley Williams, friend of Dr Death and member of the Gang of Four. Trumpers didn’t like Shirley because she was too intellectual – rather than because she colluded with her mate Dr Death who trashed the Labour Party and undoubtedly knew about the paedophiles’ friends and the Top Doctors role in protecting them but used that knowledge to his own advantage (see post ‘Dr Death’).

When Trumpers arrived in America it was business as usual. Her brother – who had married the daughter of a well-known Connecticut lawyer and was living in America himself – got her a job in an advertising agency using his contacts. Trumpers set about making friends with ‘the poshest doctor in New York’, a Dr Neergaard. Trumpers had back problems and Dr Neergaard was so charmed by Trumpers that he treated her free of charge for an extended period of time.

On one occasion Trumpers was invited to a party where poofs were present, which she found so distressing that she left early instead of dancing all night.

Despite the upset with the poofs, Trumpers was not deterred from her networking social activities. She was introduced to Walter Annenberg, ‘a billionaire’, who was in the 1960s appointed as the US Ambassador to the Court of St James by Richard Nixon. Annenberg was the man who introduced Thatcher to Reagan. Trumpers made friends with the daughter of Kline, the Kline of Smith, Kline and French, the enormous and extremely ruthless drug company; she dined with Senator McCarthy and made friends with John Lindsay, who later became the Mayor of New York.

Then, incredibly, love came Trumpers way – or it might have been love, as opposed to the usual ruthless befriending of the rich and powerful. In 1952 Trumpers met Alan Barker, a master at Eton who was in America on a fellowship at Yale and Trumpers was smitten.

As I researched Trumpers, I kept wondering why she had bagged a teacher with academic interests as opposed to one of the stinking rich aristocrats whom she had knocked about with all of her life. My confusion regarding this just shows why Trumpers has the midas touch and I don’t. As I read more about Trumpers’ later life, it clicked – EVERYONE whom Trumpers thought it worth knowing had been to Eton. Including the Prime Ministers – except for Thatch of course – and the other towering political figures of 20th century Britain who were so helpful to Trumpers when she fancied a seat in the Lords and then a career in Gov’t. The alumni from public schools stick together – and Trumpers secured her position at the heart of the most prestigious powerful network of the lot. Trumpers hadn’t gone to Eton – she couldn’t, being female – so she married into it.

Trumpers’ engagement to Barker – as she always referred to him – was announced in the ‘New York Herald’ and ‘New York Times’. Trumpers’ mum felt let down by Trumpers’ engagement photographs though – Trumpers’ mum had wanted to put her in ‘Country Life’, but Trumpers’ choice of outfit for her engagement photos made that impossible (how I do not know, I doubt that Trumpers had purchased an Ann Summers French Maid outfit for the occasion). Trumpers borrowed a tiara from her mate Sally. The tiara in question is now in the possession of Samantha, David Cameron’s wife – Samantha Cameron is the step-daughter of Sally and Bill’s son William Astor.

Trumpers and Barker returned to London and were married in the Chapel of the Royal Hospital, Chelsea. Once more no-one knows HOW – Trumpers somehow obtained special permission, although there had only ever been one wedding allowed in there previously and that had been centuries before.

Thus Trumpers became the wife of master at Eton, although Barker also had a history fellowship at Queens College Cambridge. When Barker was teaching at Eton, not only were the boys there still flogged by masters – although Barker himself didn’t seem to do this – but pupils had ‘beating rights’ over other pupils. Trumpers observes in her book that ‘it doesn’t seem to have hurt anybody’.

The novelist Edward St Aubyn was famously raped by his father on a regular basis between the ages of three and eight years. His father was Roger St Aubyn, a Top Doctor (registered with the Royal College of Physicians and a member of the Royal College of Surgeons). Roger was an old Etonian. Roger St Aubyn was violently sexually abusive to his wife, Edward’s mother, and was also known to have sexually abused at least one girl. Roger St Aubyn was friendly with two psychoanalysts, the parents of the dreadfully bumptious TV psychologist Oliver James. The St Aubyn and James families were good mates for years. Both families knew Arthur Koestler, who raped Michael Foot’s wife as a young woman. Donald Astor, the owner of the ‘Observer’, was networked into the whole lot of them. As a young adult Edward St Aubyn was so traumatised that by the time he arrived at Oxford he was a heroin addict. At one point he overdosed and ended up in Charing Cross Hospital. At Oxford Edward was friends with Nigella Lawson – who’s dad at that time was a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t – and his childhood friend Oliver James. Edward’s friends knew about his heroin problem and his vile father. Oliver James’s parents – one of whom had been analysed themselves by Anna Freud – took on Edward as a client. Roger St Aubyn died in 1985 and it was after that that Edward St Aubyn wrote about what Roger had done to him when he was a child. No-one mentioned it until then – but the friends of the family all knew. Anyone still fancy listening to Oliver James bollocking on about ‘affluenza’ and the ‘Dark Triad’ on the BBC as he advises the nation on parenting?

The older son of Di’s brother Earl Spencer is Edward St Aubyn’s godson. That’s the Earl Spencer who spoke so movingly about his beloved sister at her funeral, who was just so livid at her mistreatment by Charles et al whilst she was in the grip of an eating disorder. Earl Spencer knows all about eating disorders. His first wife Victoria Lockwood was severely anorexic – Earl Spencer wasn’t very nice to Victoria and he used to make jokes about her being ‘thick but thin’. He eventually divorced her – after she’d done the obligatory breeding bit – which must have been quite a relief for Victoria.

Barker’s friend and fellow history master at Eton – who became head of history there – was Giles St Aubyn. Any relation Trumpers?

Barker’s most favourite bestest pupil throughout his years at Eton was a Douglas Hurd. Douglas maintained a friendship with his old history teacher – and Trumpers – until Barker died.

Barker aspired to become head of Eton and Trumpers was pretty desperate for this to happen as well. It was not to be. Trumpers doesn’t go into details, but there are references in Trumpers’ book to Barker having caused problems at Eton, to him having enemies there and having become involved in politicking and colluding which had made him even more unpopular.

In 1958 Barker was appointed head of The Leys School, Cambridge – he remained head until 1975. The Leys wasn’t Eton but it certainly wasn’t Grange Hill. It is favoured by academics at Cambridge – Stephen Hawking sent his son there – and former old pupils from Barker’s time as head include Amschel Rotchschild, both the former and present King of Tonga, Christopher and Peter Hitchens and the King of Bahrain. Trumpers mentions the Kings of Tonga and Bahrain in her book – obviously the Hitchens brothers weren’t worth remembering.

Trumpers had a high old time at The Leys, although the accommodation was a bit substandard (the accommodation at Eton was very substandard, Trumpers wasn’t at all impressed). When Barker took over at The Leys, he discovered that one of their most high profile old boys, J. Arthur Rank, had fallen out with the previous regime. So Barker and Trumpers got to work toadying to him, to tempt him – and his money – back. Trumpers persuaded a whole list of high profile people to visit The Leys – the Duchess of Kent, the Queen Mother (twice), the PM of Singapore and Ted Heath. In fact Ted Heath launched his 1970 General Election campaign from the playing fields of The Leys – as opposed to the playing fields of Eton. Trumpers won’t have worried about this blatant bit of propaganda, because she was by then Chair of the local Conservative Party. Ted subsequently invited Barker and Trumpers to No 10 for dinner.

Trumpers certainly knew how to pick her friends. In 1971 she offered the school’s hospitality to the Home Secretary Reginald Maudling when he was in town to address the Cambridge University Conservative Association. At the time Maudling was in the middle of the Rudi Dutschke scandal. Rudi Dutschke – who later helped found the German Green Party – was in the UK recovering after an assassination attempt and Maudling was deporting him. No-one else in Cambridge was prepared to touch Reggie Maudling with a barge pole, but Trumpers maintained that this was a ‘free speech’ issue so was happy to entertain Reggie. Whether she put him up again after he resigned in the wake of his business associate John Poulson being investigated by the Met Trumpers does not relate.

Reggie did definitely attend one of Trumpers’ exclusive dinner parties. Along with Peter Thorneycroft, Frank Lee ‘and all the wives’. Frank Lee was a former Permanent Secretary at the Treasury and Thorneycroft was  Tory barrister who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Harold Macmillan, 1957-58. In 1964 Thorneycroft was appointed Secretary of State for Defence. He lost his seat in 1966 – not that it mattered, he was given a peerage in 1967. Thorneycroft was Chairman of the Tory Party, 1975-81. It was Thorneycroft who employed Saatchi and Saatchi to manage the Tories 1979 General Election campaign.

Trumpers remained friends with Michael Edwards whom she knew from her days in New York – Edwards was running US lines, a shipping company. Trumpers had also managed to make friends with the Belgian Ambassador. Another friend was David Montagu, later Lord Swaythling. Although Swaythling ended up in the Lords, he rarely spoke. Swaythling was: Chairman of Samuel Montagu and Co (the family banking business); Chair and CEO of Orion Bank; Director of  J. Rothschilds Holdings; Chairman of Rothschilds International plc; a member of the Board of Banking Supervision of the Bank of England; a founding Director of LWT; a Director of the Daily Telegraph. Montagu’s son Charles married Angela Rawlinson, daughter of Lord Peter Rawlinson. Rawlinson was Solicitor-General under Macmillan in 1962 and Attorney General under Heath, 1970-74. Rawlinson offered his resignation with regard to the Profumo scandal, but it was declined.

Trumpers was also friends with the Adeanes, ‘local landowners’. Lord Michael Adeane was the grandson of the Private Secretary to Queen Victoria and George V. Michael Adeane carried on the family tradition by acting as Assistant Private Secretary to George VI, 1945-52. Working as a Courtier is of course a hereditary trait, so naturally Adeane’s son Edward found himself as Private Secretary to Prince Charles 1979-85. He’d started toadying many years previously – he was Page of Honour to HM the Queen, 1954-56. Between 1960-61 Adeane had been a Plebiscite Supervisor in Southern Cameroon. He was by profession a barrister who specialised in libel and worked in this field between 1962-79. In 1975 he successfully defended Harold Wilson’s right hand woman Marcia Falkender when she was accused of forging Wilson’s signature. Adeane also acted for Marlene Dietrich. Edward Adeane was one of the courtiers whom the Princess of Wales didn’t like and didn’t trust. So that’s obviously why he was appointed as her Private Secretary in 1984. There was much trouble in the Royal household during the Di years and a lot of it swirled around Adeane. Adeane seemed to blame everyone else – Diana was mad, Charles wouldn’t listen to Adeane’s excellent advice and that’s why there was chaos. Adeane resigned in 1985 and returned to the Bar, after falling out with Charles. Nevertheless, Adeane continued to accompany the Queen mum on her grouse shoots.

Adeane was a Director of Hambros Bank, of Guardian Royal Exchange Assurance, of Hambros Channel Islands Trust Corps Ltd and Scottish Investors plc.

Adeane ‘never married’, but had a male ‘companion’, Brent Snape.

 

Throughout the fifties and sixties Trumpers enjoyed herself visiting her rich friends in their stately homes at the weekends. Her regular haunts were – Combermore Abbey in Shropshire (the home of the Crossleys), Cholmondeley in Cheshire (the home of the Cholmondeleys) and the various estates which belonged to the Astors – their estate on Jura, their place at Bletchingdon Park and Cliveden. Yes, Cliveden. Not only that, but Trumpers was where the action was at Cliveden.

I have mentioned that one of Trumpers’ closest friends Sally Norton married Bill Astor. Bill was the 3rd Viscount Astor, son of Nancy Astor, Tory MP for Fulham East, then Wycombe – after that he took his seat in the Lords. Tumpers canvassed for Bill Astor in the 1945 General Election. Although Bill and Sally divorced in 1953, Trumpers continued to visit Bill Astor. She knew his second wife Philippa whom he divorced in 1960 and Trumpers also knew Astor’s third wife Bronwen. Astor was married to Bronwen when the Profumo scandal erupted. Trumpers had been a weekender at Cliveden throughout the whole time that the scandal brewed and then became public. Trumpers’ book mentions that she met Stanley Spencer the artist at Cliveden and that she also met Stephen Ward. Trumpers saw in the New Year of 1962 at Cliveden. By this time, the shagging that led to the scandal had already taken place – Profumo and Christine Keeler met in 1961. Trumpers was there throughout. Of course Trumpers remembers to state in her book that she ‘didn’t know’ about Christine Keeler and Mandy Rice-Davies. Yet Trumpers remembers dining at Cleveden with a ‘girl’ who asked for some more of ‘those fucking potatoes’. Bill told Trumpers sometime after this incident with the potatoes that it had cost him a lot of money to ‘get rid of’ that girl. Did Trumpers imagine that swearing at the dining table enabled one to blackmail one’s host?

There was another visitor to Cliveden at this time – HM the Queen. Trumpers noted that when the Queen came to tea with them all at Cliveden ‘the less presentable young ladies’ were ‘kept out of the way’. Where were they – upstairs in bed with the Cabinet Ministers and the KGB officers?

Trumpers remembers that Bronwen was the daughter of a judge. Bronwen’s daughter married George Case in 1990. Who he? Bronwen left Cliveden and moved to Tuesley Manor, Godalming in Surrey, where she opened her house to the homeless. She also trained as a psychotherapist.

Trumpers’ take on the Profumo affair is that she felt very sorry for Bill. No problem there, I feel sorry for my friends when they land in a slurry pit. However Trumpers certainly had the blinkers on – she maintained that the press made Bill out to be ‘dirty’ which he wasn’t, he was ‘an innocent host’. He might have been your mate Trumpers, but you knew damn well that he was paying swearing girls to go away and hiding the Russians and the prostitutes from Lilibet when she dropped in for afternoon tea. Trumpers doesn’t tell us whether she felt sorry for Stephen Ward who was the scapegoat for the whole business and was later found dead. Trumpers tells us that she remained loyal to poor Bill. Well Bill was the one who had the peerage and the country estates. Staying loyal to poor Bill might well have included Trumpers remaining very firmly silent about a great many things that the press at the time would have paid her good money to talk about – there’ll have been a lot of people in a lot of high places who will have been indebted to Trumpers for her silence…

As with Jimmy Savile and Broadmoor, Trumpers’ name has been air-brushed out of the history of Cliveden. Other people who were having group sex with Ministers and Russian spies/afternoon tea/dinner at Cliveden at the time have had their names bandied around in public for deacdes, but not Trumpers. I only found out because she’s been daft enough to write this book. Neither was any of this mentioned in the retirement tributes to Trumpers – we were simply told that she’d danced all night and defeated Hitler.

Meanwhile, in Cambridge, Trumpers became more deeply involved in local Cambridge life and politics.

Trumpers tells us that she always received a first class service from the vet at Cambridge University – because she had persuaded a rich friend of hers to donate a great deal of money to fund a veterinary fellowship at Cambridge.

In 1995 Trumpers was made an honorary member of the British Veterinary Association.

Trumpers also became involved with Good Works. A lot of women of Trumpers’ class and generation did this and some of them were no doubt very genuine – but we’re talking Trumpers here.

In the late 50s Trumpers became the Governor of a mother and baby home. Trumpers maintained that the woman who ran the home was a ‘good woman but stern’. The girls ‘usually had no education and no background and couldn’t really stand up to someone like her’. The mothers gave birth in the home, whereupon their babies were immediately removed for adoption. Ah so that was what the poorly educated not at all affluent girls couldn’t stand up to – the removal of their babies, obviously against their wishes… Trumpers mentions that at the time East Anglia contained many Air Force and Army bases and she thinks that might be why there was such a high rate of illegitimacy in Cambridge. So the servicemen were knocking up the local girls – the vulnerable ones – and when they got pregnant, enter Trumpers and the mother and baby home to provide the solution. Whether the pregnant girls wanted it or not. Did Trumpers go along to the Forces bases with a supply of condoms? Or have a word with the commanding officers? Probably not…

Trumpers mentions that there were children in Cambridgeshire who knew that they had brothers and sisters who had been taken away. Which suggests that the women who had their babies kidnapped by Trumpers and co weren’t even keeping it a secret – could they perhaps have been very upset by what had happened? So upset that they told children who came along later? Upset enough to kick up a fuss and even try to trace the children whom Trumpers had nabbed?

When Trumpers retired from the Lords, the media tributes mentioned that Trumpers had an interest in women’s mental health. God knows how many breakdowns and even suicides that Trumpers precipitated. Trumpers, like Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, was just determined to help. She sat on the United Cambridge Hospitals Board and on the Social Services Committee – that’s the single mothers screwed then, Trumpers was On The Committees. Trumpers also sat on the Cambridge Folk Museum Committee, was involved with the Rheumatoid Arthritis Association and was Chair of the Cambridge Dogs for the Blind. In 1975 Trumpers was appointed – by a Labour Gov’t – to the Mental Health Tribunal. So if any of the single mothers who’s babies had been abducted were still sitting in mental hospitals, it would be down to Trumpers to decide whether to let them out or not.

In the late 1950s Trumpers became involved with the Conservative Party in Cambridgshire. She and Barker canvassed for the local Tory MP Sir Hamilton Kerr and Trumpers met, among others, Selwyn Lloyd, Francis Pym, Irene Ward and Enoch Powell. Trumpers subsequently became a Conservative Councillor and remained one for ten years.

In the early 70s Trumpers became a Magistrate. Trumpers’ career on the bench ended somewhat unusually, but as with many matters Trumpers there is a degree of confusion surrounding the circumstances of her resignation from the bench. The retirement tributes maintained that Trumpers was responsible for catching the Cambridge rapist whilst she was working as a magistrate. Trumpers’ book tells another story: that for a long while a man from MacFisheries used to deliver to Trumpers’ house and she got on very well with him, so well that he’d stop for a chat. Trumpers maintains that one day she was on the bench when she was told that the Cambridge rapist had been caught and was about to be brought before the bench. The prisoner appeared and it was her delivery man – so of course Trumpers had to resign there and then.

None of this makes sense. Trumpers obviously did not ‘catch’ the rapist – Trumpers was on good terms with the rapist. Furthermore, even if Trumpers had been duped by a rapist into letting him deliver wet fish to her house, that would not be a reason for her to resign from the bench – it would be a reason for Trumpers to step aside from that hearing, any subsequent hearings and his trial, but not to resign. Trumpers did something that she shouldn’t have – I don’t know what, but she did something in relation to that rapist and as ever she was not held accountable.

Trumpers has a very elastic interpretation of the law at the best of times. She mentions that she used to have to park her car in a car park which she found highly unsavoury – they all carry Stanley knives in Cambridge don’t they – so a policeman friend of Trumpers’ gave her a truncheon. Trumpers knows that she shouldn’t have been given it and shouldn’t have kept it because it was possessing an offensive weapon. But she kept it anyway.

Another triumph of Trumpers was the occasion on which she ‘persuaded’ Cambridge Arts Theatre to hand over their takings for one night to her ‘for charity’ – I think to be passed on to the Tory Party. Trumpers then ‘persuaded’ Footlights to perform on this ‘charity’ night – the night that Trumpers picked for her charity night was the night of the General Election. Furthermore, two local Tory MPs turned up and such was the warm feeling towards them that they received a standing ovation.

Trumpers by now wanted a seat in the Commons and started seriously angling for one. Barker would have liked a political career but he couldn’t afford it and anyway he didn’t like campaigning and canvassing. Barker told Trumpers that he wished that he could find a rotten borough and stand there. I’m surprised that Trumpers didn’t create one for him on their doorstep.

Barker was offered the post of head at Westminster School – Trumpers’ friend Rab Butler was Chair of the Governors there – although Barker turned this offer down. What Barker really wanted was to be head of Eton, but that wasn’t going to happen due to him pissing everybody off there.

Rab Butler had become Master of Trinity College Cambridge in 1965 when he retired from politics. He was High Steward of Cambridge University (1958-66) and High Steward of the City of Cambridge (1963 until his death).

Rab Butler was a Tory MP for Saffron Walden who never became PM but he was: Education Minster (1941-45); Chancellor of the Exchequer (1951-55); Home Secretary (1957-62); Deputy Prime Minster (1962-63); Foreign Secretary (1963-64). Butler served under Churchill, Eden, Macmillan and Douglas-Home. In 1959 he was the Conservative Party Chairman.

Whilst Home Secretary, Butler signed off the execution of James Hanratty, although numerous people at the time were raising concerns that Hanratty was a victim of a miscarriage of justice.

Butler was Master of Trinity while Prince Charles was a student there (1967-70) and Butler was special mentor to Charles. Butler’s family owned Gatcombe Park and in 1976 flogged it to the Queen who purchased it for Princess Ann.

Butler was also the Chancellor of the University of Essex and Chancellor of the University of Sheffield.

Butler was the President of the National Association for Mental Health (MIND) and Chairman of the Trustees of the Mental Health Trust and Research Fund (Mental Health Foundation).

Between 1972-75 Butler Chaired the Committee for Mentally Abnormal Offenders (the Butler Committee), which was set up by the DHSS and the Home Office. The Butler Report was published in 1975 – most of its recommendations have still not yet been implemented. Which is not surprising when one considers what the DHSS and Home Office were actually doing between 1972-75. In north Wales they were running Bryn Estyn with paedophiles staffing it and down the road at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Gwynne and Dafydd incarcerated, lobotomised, shocked, drugged and generally abused the victims of Bryn Estyn and other such establishments, as well as those of the Top Doctors and associated paedophiles.

Like Trumpers, Butler was a member of the Mental Health Tribunal.

Butler’s son Adam Butler was a junior Minister under Thatcher.

 

Trumpers became Mayor of Cambridge in May 1971. Trumpers’ explanation for this was that ‘when I was asked to do something I did it’. Trumpers mentions that one doesn’t always have to agree with what one is asked to do, one does it anyway.

Trumpers had a great time as Mayor, at some official functions she got so pissed that she ended up flat on the floor. Her need for alcohol was sufficiently well-known that she was supplied with gin during Council meetings on the pretence that it was water. They should have just set up an intravenous ethanol drip…

Trumpers was involved with Addenbrookes Hospital from the outset – she helped with raising £100k for a ‘recreation centre’ for the Top Doctors when the hospital was under construction and she then sat on the Board. So Trumpers will know the fragrant Lady Mary Archer then – and of course her delightful husband Jeffrey. Who ended up in prison for perjury after lying in Court about spending time with a prostitute – a prostitute who was killed in a car crash hours before Jeffrey’s trial on a matter related to him lying about her. There was public outrage when it was revealed that Archer was allowed out of prison regularly to host his Krug and Shepherds Pie parties back home with Mary. I’m sure that Trumpers would have received an invitation…

 

Trumpers continued searching for a Parliamentary seat, although her family were less than enthusiastic. Barker was resentful and bitter and refused to help her at all and her son Adam was, according to Trumpers, ‘ambivalent’. Adam himself recently stated in an interview that he never had a mother, he just had a Mayor. Barker was particularly irate to find that when he was travelling in the Mayor’s official car, if Trumpers wasn’t actually in the car with him, the flag had to be removed. Thus Barker sometimes had to endure the trauma of being chauffeured home in the Mayor’s car without a flag.

In 1974 Trumpers was interviewed as the potential Tory candidate for the Isle of Ely, but lost out to Top Doctor Thomas Stuttaford. Who was beaten at the polls by Clement Freud.

For a while Trumpers lived at Sandwich in Kent. She noted that Sandwich was full of old ladies who had once been part of the Prince of Wales’s set. I don’t think that she was talking about the man who later married Diana.  However, Trumpers did find an agreeable lunch guest whilst the family lived at Sandwich – Harold Macmillan. His daughter lived nearby, so he used to drop in on Trumpers when he was in the area.

Ted Heath’s constituency was in Kent.

In 1975 Trumpers and Barker moved to Hampstead, when Barker became head of University College School. She met lots of fascinating new people, including Harold and Mary Wilson, who’s sons were pupils at the School. Trumpers invited Harold and Mary to lunch (twice) and invited ‘all the other VIPs’ that she could find.

Trumpers joined the Board of Visitors at Pentonville Prison in 1975 and became the Commissioner of Taxes in 1976. Trumpers’ observed that most of the prisoners ‘weren’t criminals’, but had led difficult lives and the majority of them couldn’t read and write. Trumpers also noticed that when she did her prison visiting bit, she’d enter the room with the gathered prisoners and the accompanying prison officer would shout out ‘who wants to see the Visitor?’, but the prisoners would sit there silently. Trumpers worked out that the prisoners were too frightened to speak to her in front of the officer, so she would then walk up and down until the officer had allegedly lost interest in the prisoners’ conversations and then the prisoners would start raising their concerns with her. Trumpers simply states that most of the prisoners insisted on telling her ‘how absolutely awful’ the prison was. But as Trumpers discovered, there was no helping these prisoners – Trumpers would make appointments to see them after their realease but they never ever kept those appointments. NEVER. Probably Trumpers because the prison authorities didn’t tell the prisoners that you had made the appointment or they gave them the wrong date and time – because what will have been going on in that prison was so bloody grim that no-one would have wanted those prisoners meeting up with you on the outside…

Interestingly enough, records show that once Trumpers was in the Lords, she took a very hard line on law n order and opposed community sentences, even for minor offenders. Trumpers worked as a Prison Visitor for many years, even I think after she was in the Lords.

Trumpers also found herself a Governor of an approved school and two secondary schools. Jimmy Savile was known to visit approved schools such as Duncroft in Surrey. It is now admitted that Savile sexually abused girls at Duncroft – it was the former pupils from Duncroft that finally alerted the world to the sort of things that Savile regularly got up to. He’d arrive in his much boasted about pink Rolls Royce and the girls would be encouraged to go for a drive in that lovely expensive car. During these drives Savile would give the teenagers cigarettes and sweets in return for sexual favours. The headmistress of Duncroft – when the revelations became public after Savile’s death – maintained that the girls were ungrateful wretches, that Mr Savile was a bit odd but he was good to them. The girls were ‘not Angels’ – they were intelligent girls and some were even the daughters of Top Doctors – but they had become pregnant and one even had five babies. As one of the girls explained when she was a middle aged woman – ‘we had been sexually abused, which was why Savile was able to abuse us again’.

I am just a few years younger than those women and I remember the attitudes in the 1970s well. Boys ended up in ‘approved schools’ because of their involvement in crime but with girls it was nearly always because they had become pregnant after a long history of promiscuity. Such teenaged girls were seen as willing participants in their own downfall and there wasn’t much of an understanding that they had almost certainly been introduced to sex by being molested at a very young age. Once they had acquired a reputation as a bit of a slapper or become pregnant, they were undoubtedly targeted by every unscrupulous man in the area. There is play or novel or a biography of a teenager (unfortunately I can’t remember which work this is) who became pregnant to the horror of the surrounding world, which simply caused a young man to persuade her to have sex with him on the grounds that she couldn’t become more pregnant. Savile specialised in such teenagers.

However, the 70s were rather rewritten in the post-Savile furore and there were claims that ‘in the 1970s’ people ‘didn’t understand about child abuse’. They did. They didn’t see the sexual exploitation of ‘wild’ teenagers as child abuse, but the abuse of younger children – or indeed teenagers that had not gone off the rails – was seen as a very serious and a very nasty business. ‘Interfering with children’ was perceived to be about the worst thing that someone could do. Which is why the likes of Dafydd and the North Wales Paedophile Ring went to such lengths to conceal what they were up to. Even if that resulted in witnesses being illegally incarcerated in mental hospitals or found dead.

In 2004 Trumpers became a Trustee of Crimestoppers. Trumpers supported Crimestoppers because of its emphasis on children and youth offending. This was the Crimestoppers who in the mid-90s received two telephone calls from someone in north Wales informing them of the neglect and abuse that was occurring in nursing homes run by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – including the suspicious death of a resident – as well as providing them with the name and details of a drug using patient of Dafydd’s who could be seen openly selling class A drugs to school children in Bangor. No action was taken. When the person who made the calls rang Crimestoppers a few weeks later to ask why no action had been taken they were told that the previous calls had been classed as hoax calls and that no investigations or action would be taking place. Crimestoppers was founded and funded by Tory peer Lord Ashcroft.

In 1979 Trumpers was appointed the UK delegate to the UN Commission on the Status of Women. Trumpers explains that this was ‘Barker’s old pupil Douglas Hurd’s doing’ – after all, Barker and Hurd ‘adored one another’. In her capacity as the UK delegate, Trumpers was sent by Thatcher to a conference in Copenhagen. She enjoyed herself boozing with other delegates and made friends with Sally Mugabe, who was married to someone called Robert. Despite the liberal supply of alcohol and the presence of despots’ wives to consume it with, Trumpers became bored at the conference and demanded that Ann Warburton – the UK’s first female ambassador – give her something to do. So Warburton gave Trumpers ‘something to say’ about people who were disappeared by Gov’ts and ‘what we were doing about it’. What were the UK doing about it? Well they were inviting the wives of the leaders of the Gov’ts involved to get pissed with Trumpers at conferences and they were making diplomatic links with those Gov’ts – Thatcher had been busy making friends with General Galtieri until he invaded the Falkland Islands and she really liked Pinochet. (One of Thatcher’s Ministers – I think that it might have been Geoffrey Howe – famously went to Argentina and told them that the UK had recently elected a Gov’t with similar views to the junta…Well Galtieri imprisoned and killed socialists and trade unionists – dunno whether he colluded with a paedophile ring though.)

At the Denmark conference Suzanne Mubarak – who was leading the Egyptian delegation in her capacity as the wife of the Egyptian President – upset the other Arab delegates with her speech about Israel. So after Mubarak had finished speaking, Trumpers made a point of congratulating her on her splendid speech as loudly as she could, within earshot of the other delegates.

It has been admitted that Trumpers’ extensive ‘address book’ was the reason why the UK Gov’t appointed her to that UN body – they believed that Trumpers’ connections would assist British interests.

In 1980 Trumpers hit the bigtime when Thatcher made her a Baroness. Which was extraordinary – because Trumpers’ record of achievement to date had been leaving a number of menial jobs under a very big cloud, resigning as a magistrate for an unspecified reason in connection with a rapist who was selling her wet fish and spending a year getting very drunk whilst she was Mayor. But Trumpers had a huge number of rich powerful friends, connections with the Royal Family and she had been on the scene when the action at Cliveden took place. Furthermore Trumpers had not succeeded in getting selected as a candidate to stand for election to the Commons. Trumpers was getting on in years now, she will have been pulling out all the stops.

Trumpers herself is quite frank about the way in which she ended up in the Lords. She explained that Barker ‘touted’ for her and Barker’s friends Peter Thorneycroft and Rab Butler ‘agreed’.

Trumpers was introduced to the Lords by Rab Butler and Peter Thorneycroft.

After a year in the Lords Trumpers was made a Privy Councillor!

Barker subsequently had a stroke and ended up in Westminster Hospital. All Barker’s VIP former pupils turned up to visit him, including Douglas Hurd, who was at that time a Cabinet Minister – this was probably when Hurd was Home Secretary. Trumpers was pleased to see that before Barker’s grand visitors arrived, the Angels would tidy up the whole ward so that it looked really good. No doubt the wards which did not contain patients who were mates with the Home Secretary were run along the lines of Mid-Staffs, with patients drinking the water out of vases because no-one had fed or watered them and being told by the Angels to crap in their beds because walking across the ward with a bedpan was too much like hard work.

Trumpers found that looking after Barker following his stroke was far too much for her, what with her having so many dinners with other Lords to eat, so Barker moved into an upmarket nursing home – which from what I can work out from information available on the internet caters for former military folk. Barker never served in the military. Was this yet another example of Trumpers and Barkers pulling strings? Barker seems to have behaved dreadfully there, was rude and offensive to other residents and routinely insulted the Matron. He pissed them off so much that when he finally pegged out, the Matron rang Trumpers, asked her if she was alone and when Trumpers said yes, simply responded by saying ‘well your husband’s died’ and hung up. Trumpers noted that Matron had wreaked her revenge, which implied that Matron didn’t have much time for Trumpers either.

Whilst Barker was spending his final days insulting everyone in the home for retired gentlefolk, Trumpers moved into a flat near Sloane Square – on land owned by the Duke of Westminster, Sir Peter Morrison’s old mate in the Chester Conservative Association. There were many politicians living in the same building as Trumpers, including Sir Alec Douglas-Home. Thatch went to visit Trumpers there on one occasion – Trumpers took the opportunity to ask Thatch to give Douglas-Home a Gov’t car and a driver, because according to Trumpers, that’s what former PMs are entitled to for the rest of their lives. Thatch explained that such an offer had been made to Douglas-Home, but he’d turned it down. Trumpers observed that she would therefore have to continue to give him lifts home from the Lords. I don’t know what underpinned Trumpers’ desire for Douglas-Home to be chauffeured around at public expense – whether Home not taking advantage of this offended Trumpers’ sense of what was right and proper or whether she just didn’t want to have to give him a lift home from the day centre.

In 1983, after the General Election, Thatch asked Trumpers to become a Whip. Trumpers couldn’t make up her own mind, so she asked Sir Percy Rugg ‘an old Leysian’ to advise her. Percy Rugg for many years had been a key figure in the London County Council – so he’ll have known a lot about the mistreatment of people at the hands of Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends. Trumpers trembled in fear once she became a Whip and didn’t actually know what she was doing, but she was delighted to find the Labour Party Chief Whip supporting her on the grounds of female solidarity. Trumpers repaid the kindness by doing the same thing for the new Labour Whips in 1997. Isn’t it good to know that the glass ceiling was broken by these foolish old bags who did not know their arses from their elbows but who had made friends with the right people and kept their mouths shut about outrages and human suffering and then spent their careers doing each other favours. I’d be interested to know which dipstick from the Labour Party helped Trumpers out in 1983 – no doubt the Labour wimmin that she ‘supported’ in 1997 were Tony’s cronies, the Tessas and the Patsys and the Margarets etc.

Between 1983-85 Trumpers was Baroness-in-Waiting to the Queen, an appointment with which she was ‘absolutely delighted’. Trumpers’ role was to greet visitors to the UK on behalf of the Queen. Once more, Trumpers ‘met everyone’, although some of them – such as the King of Bahrain – Trumpers remembered from their time as pupils of The Leys School. Trumpers met the President of Afghanistan in this capacity. His wife had just given birth to a son – not a daughter thank God – and he was so overwhelmed that all he could talk about was the birth of his heir. After he left the UK, Trumpers purchased some things for the baby and sent them on to him via the Foreign Office – she was delighted to receive a letter of thanks from the President, so she knew that he had received them.

I too have purchased presents for new born babies, but in 1983 we were led to believe that the UK was not on the best of terms with the Afghanistan regime. Anyone remember the Russian-backed Afghanistan regime that we heard so much about back then? The regime that was fighting the ‘brave warriers’ of the Taleban – which at that time we were backing? How many people knew that Lilibet had invited the President of Afghanistan to Buck House and that Trumpers was busy celebrating the birth of his son and heir with him?

Trumpers was involved in something that I suspect was an even better kept secret that the visit of the President of Afghanistan to the Palace. After all, Lilibet does have a track record of inviting disgusting people to banquets with her – Nicolae Ceausescu arrived in 1979, the red carpet was rolled out and horrified Romanian exiles who were protesting were shielded from his view. As the final two fingers to the protesters, Lilibet gave Ceausescu an honorary knighthood. Which she later removed when we were allowed to hear about all those starving babies in the orphanages without electricity who had been infected with AIDS because hypodermic needles were re-used. ‘We didn’t know…how did it happen…never again…it’s not the British way of doing things…’ Trumpers mentions in her book that she trotted off to visit her old mate Sally Mugabe when she was dying as a result of kidney failure in St Mary’s Hospital Paddington.

Trumpers explains that Sally had been admitted to St Mary’s under a pseudonym ‘which we always did’ with VIPs. Yes, I know that happens – but this is Mugabe’s wife that we are talking about. The Mugabe, who was by then a complete pariah, who was wrecking his country and killing his opponents. Trumpers’ bit of diplomacy was to point out to the Top Doctor aka ‘kidney specialist’ who was treating Sally Mugabe that the pseudonym that had been given to her, ‘Mrs Smith’, was highly inappropriate because Ian Smith was one of the people whom the Mugabes hated most. The Top Doctor was horrified at the faux pas and another pseudonym was allocated.

Zimbabwe has always maintained that Sally Mugabe died from kidney failure in Harare on 27th Jan 1992. Trumpers was Baroness-in-Waiting TWICE – once between 1983-85, then again between 1992-97. So presumably this visit to a dying Sally in St Mary’s took place in 1992. So Sally Mugabe was receiving treatment in a London hospital under a pseudonym and being visited by Trumpers – before it had been admitted that the Zimbabwe healthcare system was so bad that Mugabe himself was going abroad for medical treatment. Now I would imagine that if Sally was dying at St Mary’s, it would have been very difficult to fly her back to Harare for her final days – she would be on dialysis, life-support, the lot – and the reason that she was in St Mary’s will have been to access treatment that was not available in Zimbabwe.

Did Sally Mugabe REALLY die in Harare? Or did she die in St Mary’s Hospital Paddington – and a whopper was told to conceal the fact that she had left Zimbabwe to receive care? I think we should be told. Particularly in the light of the row concerning the recent appointment of Mugabe as ‘goodwill ambassador ‘for WHO. Trumpers will not be capable of telling the truth about all this, so would any Top Doctors from St Mary’s like to enlighten us? Who was the ‘kidney specialist’ employed at St Mary’s in Dec 1991/Jan 1992? Anyone??? I’ll do a bit of research…

Trumpers’ diplomacy was called upon again after Sally’s death. When Robert Mugabe arrived in London to visit Lilibet! Trumpers was despatched to greet him and offered her condolescences. Trumpers was gobsmacked when Mugabe ‘glowered’ at her ‘in silence’ in response. That might have been because Mugabe had since the mid-1980s been having an affair with Grace and by the time that Sally died had had two children with Grace, which had become the focus of a major scandal in Zimbabwe.

 

At some point, Trumpers represented British interests in Mongolia after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Trumpers didn’t actually know where Mogolia was, but she didn’t have to find her own way there, she was loaded onto a plane and off she went. She received a lovely pale blue scarf as a present from her Mongolian hosts, so she wrapped it around her neck. Her driver later explained to Trumpers that the scarf was a sacred scarf and should NOT be wrapped around her neck. Trumpers observed that it is quite easy to make mistakes when overseas.

Trumpers also lets on that when Mongolia ‘struck copper and ore’, it became ‘hugely rich’ and that ‘because of the UK’s longstanding interest and support’ last year [that would be either 2009 or 2010], Trumpers and Michael Howard were presented with distinction orders at the Mongolian Embassy.

Trumpers – do you by any chance have any info about that utter skulduggery that Craig Murray the former Ambassador to Uzbekistan maintained was going on with British collusion – the boiling alive of opponents of the Uzbekistan regime etc? Jack Straw et al maintained that Murray was an insane boozing womanising liar who should not be believed. As you have spent your whole life being party to wrongdoing on the part of those in high places, I assume that if anyone knows the truth about Uzbekistan and Jack, it will be you. Feel free to contact me Trumpers. Diolch.

I’m wondering if someone in the Foreign Office decided to send Trumpers to foreign lands as a way of insulting people whom they didn’t like, in the way that ‘Private Eye’ maintained that sending Prince Philip to the funeral of Emperor Hirohito was a huge ‘fuck off’ from the UK. Because Trumpers continued to be sent on sensitive missions during which she offended everyone, Trumpers was sent as the Gov’t representative to the funeral of the Sri Lankan President, after he was killed by a suicide bomber. Trumpers purchased a black dress – although black is not the colour of mourning in Sri Lanka. Trumpers did actually notice this, but she managed to ‘make friends’ by eating polo mints throughout the funeral and offering them to the other mourners.

 

In 1985 Thatcher made Trumpers Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State in the DHSS, where Trumpers remained until 1987. Hence Trumpers appointing Savile as manager of Broadmoor.

In an interview with the ‘Guardian’ in 2004, Trumpers stated that Willie Whitelaw ‘a great friend of friends of mine’ ‘pushed’ Thatcher to ‘give her a job’ – I presume that she was referring to that post in the DHSS, because that was the first (and indeed only) real job that Trumpers had ever had – unless you count that one in Peter Jones from which she was sacked.

Willie Whitelaw was not only a great friend of friends of hers, Willie was obviously quite a good mate of Trumpers’ herself. In one interview with the ‘Guardian’, Trumpers recalls staying with Whitelaw in the Lake District when he was Deputy PM and Willie serving her breakfast in bed.

Whitelaw was famously loyal to both Heath and Thatcher. Some allege that Thatcher would never have become leader of the Conservative Party had Whitelaw not refused to stand himself out of loyalty to his friend Heath. When Thatch did become leader, Whitelaw was right behind her every step of the way. The public image of Whitelaw was that of a silly old buffer from another era, an image fuelled when Whitelaw shot a beater by accident on a grouse shooting expedition. The beater didn’t die, he just received a buttock full of lead shot, which added to the hilarity.

What I remember about Willie though was his frequent public statements that he would get tough on young thugs and that what they would be receiving would be a short sharp shock. By this time I had started to become aware that a proportion of ‘young thugs’ were actually highly distressed teenagers who had been on the receiving end of other thugs themselves. What I didn’t know was that when Whitelaw was huffing and puffing, the ‘young thugs’ in Bryn Estyn and other such establishments were being beaten and buggered by the people paid by the state to ‘look after’ them. Willie and the Tories had more than one go with the short sharp shock discourse – it first reared it’s head in the 70s but was wheeled out again during Thatcher’s first administration. It didn’t work on either occasion and had to be quietly abandoned.

Willie was elected Tory MP for Penrith and the Borders in 1955 and represented that constituency for 28 years. He held posts under Macmillan, Douglas-Home, Heath and Thatcher. To summarise, Willie was: Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1972-73; Chairman of the Conservative Party (under Heath), 1974-75; Deputy leader of the Conservative Party, 1975-91; Home Secretary, 1979-83.

In 1983 Whitelaw was given an hereditary peerage – the first one that had been created for 18 years. So someone was very, very grateful to Willie…Willie became Viscount Whitelaw and was appointed leader of the Lords.

On Willie’s various watches, aggressive policing and the ‘sus’ laws led to rioting in London, Bristol and Liverpool. Although Willie held secret meetings with the IRA whilst maintaining that he was doing no such thing, the IRA escalated their bombing campaign on the mainland which resulted in serious miscarriages of justice – which Willie and the gang did all they could to ensure were never rectified. After they were rectified, Willie’s gang made sour comments and refused to adequately compensate the people who’s lives had been ruined by corrupt police officers, prison officers, lawyers, judges and expert witnesses. 1980 Willie dissuaded Thatcher from going to Leeds to personally take charge of the Yorkshire Ripper investigation. Willie realised that was best left to the incompetent, corrupt police officers in Yorkshire whom he and Thatcher backed up fully.

Throughout Willie’s years in Gov’t, the paedophile gang in north Wales and Cheshire who were supplying Willie’s colleague Sir Peter Morrison and others with children to abuse ran riot.

Willie was Lord President of the Council, 1970-72 and 1983-88. The Lord President presides over meetings of the Privy Council and also serves as the Visitor for several universities, including Leicester, Liverpool, London (although not King’s College or UCL), Nottingham and Wales (not Lampeter).

So Willie was Visitor at the University of Wales – whilst Bangor employed Gwynne the lobotomist in the Student Health Centre, who had helped facilitate and conceal the paedophile ring in north Wales and the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood. The Wood who threatened me after I complained about Gwynne, who told me that my career would be damaged if I didn’t drop my complaint, who altered my medical records and who spent the next few years using passing on information about my whereabouts and employment – as well as Brown’s whereabouts and employment – to the paedophiles’ friends. Who used this info to shaft us. Brown was a PhD student at Leicester whilst Willie was Visitor there and had a few inexplicable experiences, as did I when I was a postgrad at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School (University of London) and worked for the Cancer Research Campaign at Nottingham University whilst Willie was Visitor at those institutions. I then encountered the crooks at St Georges Hospital Medical School – part of the University of London – shortly afterwards. As for Liverpool University – there were scores of connections between that institution and the Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends in Wales. Dafydd was a graduate of Liverpool, as was Terry Maxwell the Clinical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd. Professor Robert Owen the corrupt Medical Ombudsman employed by the Welsh Office to conceal the criminal activities of Dafydd and co was Prof of Surgery at Liverpool.

Other Lord Presidents have included: Lord Tony Newton, 1992-97; Lord Gareth Williams, 2003; Lady Valerie Amos, 2003-07; Lord Peter Mandelson, 2009-10; it is now Andrea Leadsom.

All of these names – with the exception of Leadsom – have been named and shamed on this blog. So the Lord President is obviously chosen with great care.

Willie Whitelaw was a Freemason.

 

In 1994 Trumpers literally gatecrashed a state occasion. One of Trumpers’ mates – the MD of Fortnum and Mason – was becoming a Privy Councillor and was so anxious at the thought of licking Lilibet’s boots as required that they asked Trumpers to accompany them. This was unheard of, but Trumpers did it again – she was given permission to break protocol. So Trumpers attended. Two men called Blair and Prescott were being sworn in as Privy Councillors at the same time. After the ceremony, Lilibet tried to make conversation -presumably with those old favourites ‘and what do you do?’ and ‘have you come far?’ – but Trumpers noted that ‘the two Labour men never opened their mouths’, they ‘said not a word to me’. Trumpers summed them up as ‘dreadful’. Trumpers – perhaps you have forgotten, but your colleagues in the House used to take the piss out of Prezza by ordering drinks off him, in tribute to his previous career as a bar steward. I loathe Prescott and Blair – why they ever agreed to become Privy Councillors I do not know –  but I think that I’ve concluded that Trumpers is even worse than they are.

In 2010 Trumpers’ flat mysteriously caught fire – ‘something electrical’ caused the bed to go up in flames and the fire spread – and there was substantial destruction. EVERYTHING that Trumpers had ever owned was destroyed – heirlooms, furniture, personal mementos, clothes, the lot. Trumpers genuinely did lose everything on that occasion. I bet Trumpers lost things like personal letters and photos as well. Perhaps from those days at Cliveden and the many years during which she danced all night with various paedophiles in Gov’t and the Lords. Trumpers’ isn’t the brightest of creatures but she doesn’t seem to have asked herself how ‘something electrical’ sets fire to a bed in the sort of flat where Trumpers resides, which will have the highest level of security, whilst she popped out for the evening. Electrical fires don’t start on beds. And flats in London usually have neighbours who notice things like smoke.

Trumpers’ insurance company returned some clothes to her which had not been destroyed by the fire. When Trumpers took receipt of them, she realised that they weren’t actually her clothes, but she kept them anyway.

Trumpers held her 90th burfday party in the Lords. John Major and Edwina Currie attended – Trumpers noted that they had ‘all been Ministers together in the Dept of Health’ (so Major didn’t stop that Savile appointment either then). Trumpers writes in her book that she ‘didn’t have a clue’ about Currie and Major’s relationship – although Trumpers was a Tory Whip when Major was in Gov’t and she knows Major and Norma Major ‘very well’. But then Trumpers managed to miss all the call girls and Russian spies at Cliveden. Although she knew that they were hidden when Lilibet arrived for tea and that one of them was paid to go away.

Cameron didn’t attend Trumpers’ party, but he did send her a letter. Except that someone nicked it before she opened it! Why ever would someone have an interest in reading mail to you from Cameron Trumpers? The Cameron who is married to the step-daughter of the son of your mate Bill Astor – of Cliveden fame. It was OK though, because Trumpers let Cameron know that the letter had been swiped, so Cameron wrote her another letter.

Trumpers knows that the end is near, although she does intend to go on for a bit longer. She has made arrangements for her own memorial service after she has gone – she wants Lord Elton and Lord Deben to speak, because they were ‘absolutely terrific bosses’ when she worked for them.

Trumpers was a Minister at the DHSS 1985-87, then at MAFF (Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food) 1987-89 and then 1989-92, during which time she was ‘number two at MAFF’). So I’d be interested to know when Lord Elton aka Rodney Elton was her boss. Elton was a Minister in the N Ireland office in 1979; Minister in the DHSS in 1981; then a Minister and then Minister of State in the Home Office 1982-84. In 1985 Elton was Minister of State in the Dept of Environment and then left Gov’t in 1986. So when and in what capacity was he Trumpers’ boss? Have more porkies been told somewhere along the line?

Rodney Elton was an hereditary peer, but like so many featured on this blog was one of the 90 who retained his seat after 1999. Elton’s wife Richenda is Lady of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

Lord Deben was formerly known as John Gummer, old mate of Ken Clarke’s and a member of the Cambridge mafia who served Thatch so well ie. a former member of the Cambridge University Conservative Association. Gummer was Chair of the Tory Party, 1983-85 – the height of the paedophile years – and became a member of the Cabinet in 1989 when he was appointed Secretary of State at MAFF. Gummer became Secretary of State for the Environment in 1993 under John Major. The Tories believe that Gummer is their greenest member. Gummer is best remembered for presiding over the BSE crisis during 1989-90 – when Trumpers was at his side. Despite numerous misleading statements from Gummer et al that there was nothing at all for anyone to flap about, 176 people died. Gummer was formerly a member of the General Synod of the Church of England but in 1992 converted to Catholicism.

In 1998 Trumpers was made Extraordinary Baroness-in-Waiting.

For some reason Trumpers was made an honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Pathologists.

Trumpers herself attributes her whole career to Thatch. Trumpers is a big fan of Thatch and freely explains that Thatch made her a peer and then gave her every job that she had ever had. Trumpers’ showed that she had a heart of gold when in Thatcher’s later years Trumpers noticed that when Thatcher attended the Lords, Thatch would be left sitting in isolation because everyone else would walk out when Thatch arrived. So Trumpers made a point of sitting next to her. Did Trumpers and Thatch contribute to debates or even converse with each other? No. Trumpers would simply say to Thatch every so often ‘have you had enough now’? and when Thatch indicated that she’d spent enough time watching the scene, Trumpers would leave with Thatch.

Trumpers remained loyal to Thatch even after Thatcher died and the rest of us celebrated. Trumpers received an invitation to appear on ‘Have I Got News For You’ and walked out just before filming began when she realised that Thatch’s name was going to be taken in vain. Trumpers must have caused a real scene, because even Trumpers admits that she caused a great deal of trouble. We never heard anything about that in all those BBC retirement tributes to Trumpers….

 

So there we are. A life of immense privilege led by an aristocrat of very little brain, who constantly exchanged favours with the most dreadful people at the top of society and in Gov’t, some of whom were molesting children and destroying the lives of the people in receipt of the charity that they claimed to be dispensing.

95 glorious years!