And The Lucky Winners Are…

Yesterday the winners of the 2018 Nobel Prize for Medicine were announced: James P. Allison, Professor of Immunology at the University of Texas’s MD Anderson Cancer Centre and Tasuku Honjo, Professor of Immunology at Kyoto University, Japan. Every media report that I have read/heard since they were declared the winners has discussed these two ‘cancer researchers’ and emphasised how their Cancer Research has paved the way for revolutionary new Cancer Therapies which have Saved Thousands Of Lives. Some of the accounts have also talked about Allison being inspired to Cure Cancer as a result of his mum dying of lymphoma when he was 10. Reporting the work of Allison and Honjo accurately would have made a rather less exciting story for the many millions of people who are not biologists.

Allison and Honjo are immunologists who have been working on a highly specific aspect of immunology since the 1980s. It is, if one is an immunologist, a very interesting and exciting area of immunology, but it is nothing like the media portrayals. Neither was Allison inspired to become America’s own Dr Finlay when his mum died. In Allison’s own words ‘I’m a basic scientist. I didn’t get into these studies to cure cancer, I wanted to understand how T cells work’. Which is what he has done. The story about a bereaved child wanting to save the world is a very obvious concoction, because if the media had simply reported the science, the vast majority of people would have no idea at all of what any of it meant and they would not be sufficiently ‘inspired’ to trawl through the text necessary to understand it. The sad reality is that when people like me talk about the sort of work for which Allison and Honjo have won this Nobel, people begin to drop off to sleep. The media friendly tale relating to Honjo is that of a man approaching Honjo on the golf course, shaking him by the hand and thanking him for curing his cancer. So someone on a golf course – if indeed the story is even true – recognised a Japanese biologist who is unknown outside of immunology, as he teed off and thanked him for saving his life. HOW he knew that the Japanese scientist saved his life is a conundrum, because the Many Life Saving Drugs which have resulted from Allison’s and Honjo’s work have, er, not actually been developed yet.

There are drugs based on the work of Allison and Honjo at clinical trials stage, but clinical trials take many, many years before drugs actually arrive in the clinic and the vast majority of them do not make it that far. Read the small print with regard to the Life Saving Drugs under discussion – of the very small number which have been developed, ‘significant side effects’ have been a persistent problem and the proudest boast is that there is ONE person who is still alive 18 years after the trial. One person is not statistically significant…

In the words of Professor Charles Swanton, Cancer Research UK’s chief clinician and a senior scientist at the Francis Crick Institute in London: ‘Thanks to work from Allison and Honjo, patients now have real hope, with over a third of patients deriving long-term benefit and even cures from such therapies.’ This is Cancer Research UK’s best PR – ‘hope’, ‘over a third deriving long terms benefits’. ‘Even cures’? Er no, not yet Charlie and you know it. Furthermore, in this context Swanton is only talking about one form of cancer – metastatic melanoma. Swanton stated that ‘the discoveries had been transformational for understanding the potential of the human immune system to control or even eradicate tumours and blood cancers’. ‘UNDERSTANDING THE POTENTIAL‘. It’s great if you’re an immunologist, but this is not a Medical Miracle Which Has Cured Cancer.

There are reasons why this Nobel Prize has been surrounded by even more dishonest hype that usual. One of those reasons is the appearance of a blog which has named a number of those with links to these Nobel Prize winners as having been involved in large scale research fraud and the most shocking misconduct while Allison and Honjo were engaged in their transformational research in the 1980s and 90s. See eg. posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’, ‘I Don’t Believe It!’, ‘A Trabant That Wants To Be A Ferrari’, ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK!’, ‘Reports of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’,  ‘Apocalypse Now’, ‘Interesting Facts’ and ‘Now Then…’                      ‘

 

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Another reason is the enormous investment that various Gov’ts, including the UK Gov’t, have made in Cancer Research in recent years. The reason for this investment, certainly on the part of the British Gov’t, has been the dreadful outcomes of cancer patients in the UK. There is yet another report out this morning – with regard to cancer patients, the UK has poor diagnosis, poor access to treatment and people are dying earlier and at a greater rate than in many other European countries. On a global basis, progress in developing effective cancer therapies has slowed down so considerably that the Top Docs are looking a bit hopeless after all those decades of promises. So More Money is required. Not simply an admission that en masse research fraud and drug companies playing fast and loose with the results from clinical trials has remained unchecked for decades and is causing havoc.

Allison and Honjo are not based in the UK, but their field of research is international and there is much cross-fertilisation between them, their teams and people based in the UK.

One of those quoted in the media reports confirming what an all round great guy and wonderful harmonica player James Allison is, was Prof Sergio Quezada of UCL. Quezada, a graduate of Pontificia Universidad Católica de Chile, carried out his post-doc work with Allison in the US from 2004. In November 2011, Quezada joined the UCL’s Cancer Institute as Head of the Immune Regulation and Tumour Immunotherapy group. Quezada was a Cancer Research Institute fellow, 2005-08 and has recently been in receipt of a CR UK Career Development Fellowship. Since 2006, Quezada has been a young investigator member of the Millennium Nucleus on Immunology and Immunotherapy of the Chilean Ministry of Planning and has served as an external evaluator for the Chilean National Science and Technology Research Fund. UCL’s website tells us that data obtained from the studies carried out by Quezada’s research group ‘will not only inform the basic understanding of the immune response to malignancies but, in the context of the UCL Cancer Institute, will be used as a platform for the development of novel translational strategies in the clinic.’ So UCL could really benefit from this Nobel Prize if they play their cards right…

My posts ‘More Dogs That Didn’t Bark’ and ‘You Know I’m No Good…’ discussed how very helpful The London Clinic, some ‘independent experts’ of Top Doctors and then the British Gov’t, were to the Chilean mass murderer and torturer Augusto Pinochet when he arrived in London for surgery on his bad back in 1998, but found himself detained in The London Clinic under an international arrest warrant which had been obtained by a Spanish magistrate with the intention of extraditing Pinochet to stand trial for human rights abuses on Spanish citizens. Sergio Quezada is Chilean and retains excellent links with Chile. Pinochet remained as Commander-in-Chief of the Chilean Army until 1998. He was Senator for Life of Chile, 1998-2002.

He shut down parliament, suffocated political life, banned trade unions, and made Chile his sultanate. His government disappeared 3,200 opponents, arrested 30,000 (torturing thousands of them) … Pinochet’s name will forever be linked to the Desaparecidos, the Caravan of Death and the institutionalized torture that took place in the Villa Grimaldi complex.’ – Thor Halvorssen, President of the Human Rights Foundation, National Review. 

 

A brief look at UCL’s Cancer Institute’s webpages informs us that the Cancer Institute has collaborations with many who have been named on this blog as having done things that they should not have done. The Cancer Institute has a major collaboration with CR-UK. In 2015 CR-UK gave a £5 million Centres Network Accelerators Award to fund the UCL’s Cancer Research UK Centre involvement in a new initiative in cancer immunology and immunotherapy, building a network across various Cancer Centres in London. This will be led by Professor Henning Walczak, Scientific Director of the Cancer Research UK- UCL Centre and Professor of Cancer Biology at the UCL Cancer Institute.

The Network which the Centres Network Accelerators Award will accelerate consists of UCL, UCL Hospitals, the Royal Free Hospital, the Francis Crick Institute, King’s College London, Barts Cancer Institute, the Royal Marsden Hospital and the Institute of Cancer Research. Sergio Quezada was named as the Scientific Co-lead on the Cancer Immunotherapy Accelerator Award.

To summarise: Sergio’s former boss has just received the 2018 Nobel Prize for medicine. In 2015, Sergio, who was by then working at UCL, bagged £5 million from CR-UK to fund a line of research stemming directly from Sergio’s work with his former boss, yesterday’s Nobel prize winner. During 2016-17, this blog exposed many of Sergio’s colleagues in CR-UK as well as others as having been involved with serious research fraud and misconduct; I named people from Barts, the Royal Marsden and the Institute of Cancer Research in particular as participating in fraud in cancer research.

So this was a very fortuitous Nobel Prize for CR-UK and a number of institutions that were publicly disgraced in previous years with regard to their ‘cancer research’.

 

The current Director of the Bart’s Cancer Institute and lead of the Centre for Molecular Oncology is Nick Lemoine, Professor at Queen Mary University of London, who was appointed Director of Bart’s Cancer Institute in April 2004. Lemoine was educated at Abingdon School, 1971-76 before studying medicine at Bart’s, 1977-83. 

Abingdon is an impressive independent school in Oxfordshire, although parts of it sound rather like the public school satirised by Monty Python, in which boys are caught rubbing oil into the School Cormorant. In 1963, to mark the Quartercentenary of Abingdon School’s re-foundation, the Big Schoolroom was re-ordered as the Grundy Library (opened by HRH Ma’am Darling), together with erection of further buildings east of the Science Wing, the whole becoming known as Big School. In 1980, the Amey Theatre and Arts’ Centre was opened and the Sports Centre opened in 1984. Mercers Court was opened in 1994 by the Chancellor of Oxford University and Visitor of Pembroke College (which has historical connections with Abingdon School), Baron Woy Jenkins of Hillhead, a man who concealed much wrongdoing on the part of the Top Doctors, including the organised abuse of vulnerable people (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’). Woy died in 2003, but Woy was very big mates with someone who is still with us:

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One of Woy’s fellow travellers in the Gang Of Four is loathed by the whole planet (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’), except for Top Doctors who remain deeply loyal to him and who have let him remain in their societies, which is very wise of them in view of the amount of dirt that he has on some of the biggest names in medicine:

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Many Old Abingdonians have reached positions of influence. One of them who is just four years older than Nick Lemoine is Lord Francis Maude, who was Tory MP for North Warwickshire, 1983-92 and for Horsham, 1997-15. Maude was on the Gov’t front bench for 25 years. In recent years his posts have included: Chairman of the Conservative Party, 2005-07; Minister for the Cabinet Office and Paymaster General, 2010-15 and Minister of State for Trade and Investment, 2015-16, under PM David Cameron. Francis Maude is a criminal barrister, who before he became an MP was a Tory Councillor on Westminster Council and party to the illegal activities of Dame Shirley Porter when she led the Council. In 1984, Maude was appointed as PPS to Sir Peter Morrison in the Dept of Employment. Morrison was at the time abusing kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere.

Whilst he was in the Shadow Cabinet Maude was a non-executive Director of Jubilee Investment Trust plc, which held 21% of US porn star Jill Kelly’s DVD business. He was also Chair of Mission Marketing Group which advertised for Playboy and was Director of a company which profited from sub-prime mortgages.

Francis Maude extolled the virtues of family values.

 

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Francis Maude had a brother Charles, who died from HIV/AIDS in 1993, after becoming infected with HIV quite early on in the AIDS epidemic among gay men of the 1980s. Charles Maude was involved with London Lighthouse and supporting people with HIV from the mid-1980s. While Francis Maude went along with Thatcher’s homophobic nonsense and Section 28, he was well aware of the reality and he knew that many of those dying of HIV/AIDS were former kids in care who had been forced into sex work by gangs like Dafydd’s, while they were in care.

See post ‘Disgusting Of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’ for more details on Francis Maude and his circles.

 

Could a Nobel Prize have possibly been won on the the playing fields of Abingdon?

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And here’s the Abingdon Cormorant:

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When Nick Lemoine was a medical student at Bart’s that institution was still very much run by mates and umbrellas of Dafydd’s. Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees, the dad of 1970s sex symbol Angharad Rees, led the first professorial Department of Psychological Medicine at Bart’s. Rees was parked at Bart’s from 1996 onwards, throughout the duration of the Waterhouse Inquiry. See post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ for details of the extensive network of Linford and his celebrity friends and relatives.

 

The website of Bart’s Cancer Institute still lists Professor Sir Nicholas Wright MD PhD DSc FRCS FRCP FRCPath FMedSci as the lead in their  Centre for Tumour Biology and as being a Fellow of the Faculty of Medicine, Imperial College. We are told that for 2012-2017, Nick Wright was funded by a £560,547 CR UK Programme grant. Nick Wright has occupied some of the most senior positions in CR UK for many years, including that of Head of the Histopathology Unit at CR UK. Wright’s wiki is still stating that he has been Warden of Bart’s and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry since 2001. Nick Wright was the Head and Prof of the Dept at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital when I did my MSc there in 1986-87. He was overtly racist in a good old fashioned ‘I hate the bastards’ way, none of your just being a bit un-PC for our Nick; he punched a technician in a Top Docs vs Technicians rugby match for being a pleb who had the temerity to tackle the Head of Dept and Prof; I was told repeatedly that Wright and his colleagues had committed major research fraud; and an academic from Liverpool who spent a year working with Nick Wright and his team with a view to a long term collaboration walked away saying that Wright et al were ‘a bunch of crooks’ and that he wasn’t going to touch them. Since I began this blog I have been told that Dafydd et al were in contact with Hammersmith while I was a student of Wright’s and that a few people at Hammersmith did very nicely out of agreeing to keep quiet about what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, who unlawfully arrested and imprisoned me in the middle of that MSc.

I note that Nick Wright did his initial training at Durham/Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, the stronghold of the paedophile gang in the north east, which supplied staff and children to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales for many years. See previous posts. The Bastard Of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Lord John Walton, served as one of Dafydd’s biggest umbrellas for many years, including in Walton’s capacity as: President of the BMA, 1980-82; President of the GMC, 1982-89; Warden of Green College, Oxford, 1983-89; President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86 (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Professor Eric Sunderland, a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend, had been summoned down from his senior position at Durham University to become Principal of UCNW (Bangor University) when Dafydd et al sent up a Paedophiles In Distress Flare in 1984, just two years before I began the MSc at Hammersmith.

Readers can discover more about Nick Wright and his mates’ activities by reading previous posts.

Guess who worked at RPMS/Hammersmith Hospital as an Imperial Cancer Research Fund Clinician Scientist, 1989-96? Nick Lemoine! Better still, Nick Lemoine worked for the ICRF under Sir Walter Bodmer, when Bodmer and the ICRF became embroiled in the massive 1990 Bristol Cancer Centre/Clair Chilvers research fraud scandal which involved a friend and former colleague of Dr Tony Francis ie. Dr Peter Mcguire and resulted in the (presumed) suicide of Professor Tim McElwain. See posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

Nasty business wasn’t it Prof Lemoine? Never mind, I see that you’ve Moved On!

In an interview given by Nick in which he remembers his happy days working with Walter Bodmer, Nick remembers that Bodmer ‘asked me what my ‘big challenge’ was going to be – to which I replied: “Defining the causes of pancreatic cancer and coming up with a treatment.” Now, 20 years later, we have the tools to apply our knowledge of genetics and molecules to the early diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, offering patients hope of containing the disease so that it does not spread around the body.’

There’s more hope for those ever desperate patients then! They’ll need it if they develop pancreatic cancer, by the time that it’s diagnosed the patient usually only has months to live. It’s a nasty one. At Hammersmith in 1986-87, the message was that if you develop a cancer, you really don’t want it to be pancreatic cancer. If you’re male, testicular cancer is not too traumatic, it has a very high survival rate. Which is why Mike Peters, the rock star who lives in north Wales, has served as such a rich stream of good PR for the Top Docs and butchers of that region, who’s clinical outcomes are some of the worst in Europe. Mike Peters of ‘The Alarm’ plays another gig to say thank you to the Top Docs who Saved His Life! I can understand why Mike is grateful to still be with us, but it may not have had a great deal to do with the excellence of the Top Docs of north Wales. Whoever treated Mike would have had to have been as bad as Dafydd to have not seen him through that. It’s difficult to get it wrong Mike, the testes are outside of the abdominal cavity, at a safe distance, so the cancer doesn’t metastasize. Not unless you are very, very unlucky.

Nick mentions in his interview that after spells of working in different hospitals, he returned to Bart’s, ‘where it all started for me. I never expected to come back here, but it’s a pleasure as we’re blessed with a fantastic new cancer hospital which has great facilities for both research and patient care. Bart’s medical school is also really committed to pancreatic cancer and we have recruited some real stars to focus on new treatments for this disease.’

So Nick didn’t expect to return to Bart’s – I wonder why? There will also no doubt be a few interesting reasons as to why Nick did return to Bart’s in 2004 from his position as Director of the CR UK Medical Oncology Unit at Imperial. The Imperial College which by that time had merged with Hammersmith Hospital as a result of Lord Brian Flowers’ political muscle and Flowers’ desire to transform Imperial into something earth shattering and of course world leading. The Lord Brian Flowers who concealed research fraud, organised abuse and much other wrongdoing in the various institutions which made up London University. See previous posts. The Lord Brian Flowers who came from Swansea and who remained loyal to his old muckers in Wales…

One also wonders why and how Bart’s got the fantastic new cancer hospital to which Nick refers. Particularly as Bart’s was earmarked for closure for many, many years, until well into the 1990s and the Top Docs of Bart’s did a great deal of loud squealing and called in global reinforcements to keep themselves in business. John Smith, then the Leader of the Labour Party died when Bart’s were unable to revive him after that heart attack of his in July 1994. The Top Doc who found that poor old Smith couldn’t be helped was the very same Top Doc who just three weeks previously, had shown Smith around Bart’s and explained that it would be a great pity if Bart’s or indeed any part of Bart’s were to close (see previous posts). In much the same way that Dafydd told me on the phone in 1987 that it would be a ‘great pity’ if ‘you were to be detained in Risley Remand Centre’. I just presumed that Dafydd had gone completely nuts because I was living in Leicester at the time and had committed no such crime that could ever have landed me in Risley Remand Centre. Brown heard the call and said ‘he’s trying to threaten you’. Weeks later I was arrested after Dafydd et al tried to frame me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. The only reason why I didn’t end up in Risley was that Sgt Morgan in Bangor Police Station and Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, didn’t tell as many lies as they were required to tell. Documents now in my possession demonstrate that Dafydd et al had the whole thing planned months in advance and that Risley Remand Centre, David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission, Ysbyty Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authority were all fully on board with the plan. See previous posts.

Fings Break you see, as John Smith soon discovered.

 

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So where were the pastures new for which Nick Lemoine headed after he had graduated from Bart’s? Nick went to the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff University! He was a lecturer in pathology there, Aug 1985-Dec 1988. Which was when my friend Clare Cheek was a student and then a house officer at the Welsh National School of Medicine and when we used to visit each other! Or at least Clare was my friend until it was made very clear to her that she had better stop listening to what was happening to me in north Wales if she wanted to continue in her career as a Top Doc…

I have detailed in previous posts the very great wrongdoing which prevailed at the Welsh National School of Medicine during the years when Nick worked there. Much of the wrongdoing stemmed from the key role that the Welsh National School of Medicine and the wider Cardiff University were playing in concealing the crimes of the paedophile Labour MP for Cardiff West and Speaker of the House George Thomas – who in 1983, thanks to his friend Thatch, became Viscount Tonypandy (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) – as well as the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Surely this must be a coincidence, but it was just before Aug 1985 that I began approaching politicians about the wrongdoing of the Top Docs in north Wales. So Nick rocked up in Cardiff right on cue! I don’t know about Nick Lemoine, but here are a just a few of the people who did know about me and about the many crimes of George Thomas and Dafydd’s gang:

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Not that I had any idea at all that I was so famous at the time…

 

When Nick Lemoine first went to work at Cardiff, Professor Sir William Asscher was still working as a nephrologist there. In Dec 1986 Prof Ollie Brooke of St George’s Hospital Medical School was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Ollie was a big name in the pan-European paedophile/trafficking ring of which Dafydd et al were a part and gosh did the Paedophiles In Distress send out an alert. The head of the Dean of St George’s rolled and he was replaced by William Asscher, who was called to London to help out those High Society traffickers and to take over as Dean of St George’s… Not that Asscher ever waved goodbye to his pals in Wales. He continued to keep a home in south Wales and he returned to live there full time when he retired from St George’s.

By the time that Nick left Cardiff in Dec 1988, I had worked with his pals at Hammersmith and for the Cancer Research Campaign labs at Nottingham University, where there was yet more research fraud in progress – in collaboration with a US drugs company to be precise – and I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign at the University of Surrey, for Prof Vincent Marks. Vincent’s brother was Dr John Marks, the then President of the BMA, who was locked in battle with Ken Clarke and the Tory Gov’t. They really hated each other, but as everyone concerned was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the Westminster Paedophile Ring, it all ended in stalemate. Nick Lemoine knows some of the people whom I knew at Surrey!

After Nick left Cardiff, he joined the crowd at Hammersmith and Sir Walter Bodmer. In 1997 Nick became Director of CR UK Medical Oncology at Imperial College; Imperial by that time encompassed Hammersmith…

In 2004 Nick felt the call of Bart’s and their fantastic new cancer hospital.

Nick went from strength to strength once he was back at the once-doomed Bart’s. He was Clinical Director for the Central and East London Comprehensive Local Research Network and the NIHR Clinical Research Network, 2007-14, which included three biomedical research centres ie. UCL, Great Ormond Street Hospital and Moorfields Eye Hospital. UCL and GOSH were both institutions which concealed organised abuse.

Nick Lemoine was the Clinical Director of the Cancer Clinical Academic Unit at Bart’s, July 2008-Sept 2012. In Jan 2012 Nick became the Chair of the Challenge Awards Panel for the NIHR i4i Programme, a post in which he remains at present. In July 2012 he was appointed Director of Research and Development for the Cancer and Surgery Clinical Academic Group at Bart’s, another post in which he remains. In May 2014, Nick became Medical Director of the clinical Research Network, yet another post in which he remains. Since 2015 Lemoine has been a Visiting Professor and Consultant Executive of the Academy of Medical Sciences at Zhenghon University, China.

Since April 2015 Nick Lemoine has Chaired the Board of Trustees at the Medical Research Foundation; he has been a Trustee since 2008. Nick was appointed as Chair of the MRF by the MRC. The Chief Executive of the MRC when Nick was appointed as Chair of the MRF was Professor Sir John Savill. Savill is a nephrologist – he will have known William Asscher – who is an Honorary Consultant Physician and Nephrologist with the Lothian University Hospitals Division. He is a member of the Lothian Health Board and Chairs its Service Redesign Committee. Savill was Head of the College of Medicine and Veterinary Medicine and a Vice Principal of the University of Edinburgh. Savill’s research interest is in immunology and he completed his PhD on this in 1981 – at Hammersmith Hospital. Savill’s salary as Chief Exec of the MRC was between £170,000 and £174,999.

The Chair of the MRC – and who still is Chair – when Nick Lemoine was given that job as Chair of the MRF was Donald Brydon. Brydon knows plenty about medical research, being Chair of the London Stock Exchange. He is not even a Chair of the London Stock Exchange who has done a stint at Hammersmith Hospital. No, Brydon is a maths graduate of Edinburgh University. When he was at Edinburgh Brydon was Chairman of the University’s Conservative Association alongside Malcolm Rifkind as Secretary, with whom Brydon had been at school ie. at George Watson’s College. Brydon was also elected President of Edinburgh University Union. Brydon remained in Edinburgh to teach at the University for several years after graduation. So he’ll know a Gordon Brown who was an undergrad at Edinburgh, then a PhD student and was also elected as Rector. The Gordon who was PM, 2007-10. 

In 1977 Brydon began a 20-year career working at Barclay’s during which time he became Chairman and Chief Executive of the company’s investment arm, BZW Investment Management. From 1997 to 2002 Brydon was Chief Executive Officer at AXA Investment Managers SA. 

Brydon has also been Chairman of Royal Mail, Smiths Group, the London Metal Exchange, Amersham plc, Taylor Nelson Sofres, ifs School of Finance and EveryChild. Brydon has been a Director of Allied Domecq and Scottish Power.

EveryChild was an international development charity based in the UK, which dealt with children’s rights in particular the protection and aid for children growing up without parental care or family. In 2014, EveryChild worked with many of its former local partners and other grassroots organisations to create Family for Every Child; a global alliance of 27 local organisations working together to help vulnerable children and families. So Donald Brydon was tasked with keeping such kids out of the hands of trafficking gangs etc…

Who ever decided that a senior manager of Barclays would know anything about what is needed to achieve that?

 

Brydon resigned from the Royal Mail Group in 2015 to become Chairman of the London Stock Exchange Group. As Chairman of the Royal Mail, Brydon was paid an annual salary of £200,000 for working two days a week. Whilst in office for a period of six years Brydon oversaw the privatisation of the 499-year-old institution.Which I seem to remember was an idea conjured up by Mandy. Before Mandy and Miranda even try to explain Brydon’s salary when he was Chairman of Royal Mail, perhaps they’d like to tell me why, when Brydon was Chairman and at previous times as well, letters to me were opened before they went through my letter box. Letters from my lawyers who were handling my case against the North West Wales NHS Trust to be precise. It is a criminal offence to interfere with the Royal Mail, posties can be imprisoned for doing that and furthermore I have been told recently that some staff of the Royal Mail were/are required to sign the Official Secrets Act, such are the (alleged) precautions re intercepting the mail.

Furthermore, many years ago when I was living in Harringay in 1987, studying at Hammersmith and under attack by the north London gang linked to Dafydd’s, there was a spate of interfering with my mail. At one point, someone sent me my birth certificate through the post and that was one of the items which disappeared. I have always wondered whether a few people have been married in my name or whether a drugs mule is in possession of a passport and claims to be me. Having said that, Dafydd has been doing fake IDs for ages and as for criminal records, well my PNC was unlawfully altered to show convictions against my name for offences that I was never even charged with, so I won’t lose any sleep over that birth certificate. All to be expected by someone who has tangled with the Top Doctors.

The other letter that definitely was intercepted, read and forwarded onto me was back in 1988. I had applied for a research job in neuroscience in the Vet Science Dept at Edinburgh University – John Savill was probably running the place at the time – and their reply to me had gone for a little walk…

Donald Brydon is also Chairman of the Sage Group.

The only thing linked to medical research that Brydon has any knowledge of at all is how to create a demand for and market pharmaceutical products, in which he will have excelled at Amersham plc, which in 1982 was the first privatisation carried out by Thatch. Ah – but that is now what Gov’ts idea of medical research is all about isn’t it…

When I worked in biomedical research, a great many people were keen to get jobs with Amersham International, as it was then called. It was a magnet because the salaries were much higher than in universities. But then people would find that in their role as research scientists at Amersham, it wasn’t the science which was prioritised…

 

The website of the Medical Research Foundation tells us: ‘We exist to advance medical research, improve human health and change people’s lives’ and that ‘The Medical Research Foundation is an independent charitable foundation. Formed by the MRC, we grow and nurture people and ideas wherever we see research opportunities with great potential.’ The MRF also boasts that the heritage of the MRF ‘is remarkable: scientists associated with the MRC have received a total of 29 Nobel Prizes.’

Well as the whole process is rigged and simply involves people doing favours for their mates and everything possible to ensure that the Nobel Prizes are given to the people who’s work has already been identified – on the basis of previous nepotism and cronyism – to be worthy of investment by the MRC and its friends, that is hardly surprising is it.

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Nick Lemoine is also Director of Research & Development for Cancer at Bart’s Health NHS Trust and the Medical Director of the National Institute for Health Research Clinical Research Network for England. He is a member of the NIHR Strategy Board and chairs the NIHR Invention for Innovation Challenge Panel. He is currently a Non-Executive Director of the Royal Surrey County Hospital NHS Foundation Trust and is a Visiting Professor at the Academy of Medical Sciences of Zhengzhou University in China.

Nick has served as Chair of the Clinical Training and Career Development Panel at the Medical Research Council, and as Vice-Chair of the MRC Stratified Medicine Expert Panel. He has previously served as Chair of the MRC Stem Cell Strategic Grant and Fellowship Panels and has been a member of the MRC’s Molecular & Cellular Medicine Board. Lemoine chairs scientific advisory and grant award committees for a number of medical charities, including Diabetes UK, Prostate Cancer UK, Pancreatic Cancer Research Fund and Pancreatic Cancer UK.

Nick Lemoine was elected as a Fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences in 2006 and as a Foreign Academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineers in 2017.

As well as Nick Lemoine’s mate Sergio Quezada, Allison’s former post-doc, someone else was all over the media commenting on the richly deserving Nobel Prize winners ie. one Professor Dan Davis. Dan Davies wrote the book ‘The Beautiful Cure’, ‘which describes the work which led to this Nobel Prize’. Yet the work is not a ‘cure’, beautiful or otherwise. Dan himself admitted of the ‘cure’: ‘It doesn’t work for everyone but lives have been saved…I think this is just the tip of the iceberg – many more medicines like this are on the horizon’. Yet no-one is sure IF lives have been saved; one person has lived a long time after taking The Beautiful Cure, a number of other people ‘benefited’ but suffered ‘significant’ side effects and that was the best that the much hyped PR could boast of. Never mind, if Dan wrote that book, it  suggests that he had plenty invested in The Beautiful Cure and he’ll be delighted to have heard who won the Nobel.

Who is Dan Davis? He’s the Professor of Immunology at Manchester University and is currently the Director of Research in the Manchester Collaborative Centre for Inflammation Research. Unusually, Dan did not train as a Top Doctor or a biomedical scientist, he is a physicist. After obtaining his PhD in physics at Strathclyde University, Glasgow, Dan began studying the immune system at Harvard University with Jack Strominger.

Prior to working at Manchester University, Dan Davis was the Head of the Immunology Section at Imperial College London. So somehow this physicist found himself in a senior position with the contingent from Hammersmith who had metamorphosed into Global Leaders under Lord Brian Flowers… Brian Flowers was of course a physicist himself who spent years of his career at Manchester as well as Imperial. As well as being Rector of Imperial, 1973-85 and VC of London University, 1985-90, Brian Flowers was VC of Manchester University, 1994-2001.

Dan Davis did his first degree – in physics – at Manchester University. He graduated in 1992. I think that Dan knows or used to know my former neighbour and landlord’s daughter, Gwen Parry-Jones! Gwen was doing her degree in physics at Manchester at the same time as Dan. I blogged about Gwen and her family in my post ‘Tan yn Llyn’. I and my friends lived in Gwen’s parents’ house  on Anglesey for the years when Dafydd et al first declared war on us. Dr D.G.E. Wood lived down the road, the village was full of Top Docs and Angels and Gwen’s dad Gwilym Parry-Jones was formerly a lecturer at UCNW when the institution was run by Dafydd and the trafficking gang. Gwen’s younger brother Adrian is a Top Doctor at Manchester University! I have been told that Gwen’s family were leaned upon by the Top Doctors and were duly rewarded when they succumbed…

Gwen was featured on BBC News Wales online today! Gwen is now the Executive Director of Horizon, who are responsible for the Wylfa Nuclear Power Station Project on Anglesey and she was featured on the BBC as an Inspirational Role Model to girls and wimmin! The girls whom Gwen is inspiring might be interested to know why Gwen did a degree in physics. It was because she did so badly in her A levels that she couldn’t take up the place that she had been offered at Manchester to do medicine. Her dad Gwilym rang them up and begged, but no, they were not going to have Gwen with those very poor A levels. So Gwilym – who was also a physicist – rang the physics Dept in Manchester and because no-one wanted to do physics, there was lots of spare places and Gwen was in!

What a pity that Dafydd hadn’t illegally imprisoned me by the time that you did your A levels Gwen! Manchester Medical School would have let you in then, no problem. Never mind, you and your family benefited from it in subsequent years, so you didn’t miss out too badly.

 

Predators: Much as I am enjoying exposing you all online, indeed I haven’t had such a laugh for years, I think that you ought to wake up to the fact that this is not going to go away. You have all been very, very naughty and appearing on the BBC and giving yourselves Nobel Prizes is not going to resolve this. You are in very, very deep doo doo. I’m not quite sure when Krakatoa will erupt, but believe me it will sooner or later.

 

Gwen’s mate Dan Davis spent the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry as a post doctoral Research Fellow at Harvard. Very wise Dan. ‘I know nuzzing’. Then Dan returned to the embrace of Dafydd’s associates at Imperial and reached the very top…

Professor Dan – his research interest is in Natural Killer Cells – also known as T cells:

 

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Dan is also Visiting Professor at Imperial College. The Manchester Collaborative Centre for Inflammation Research – the research institute of which Dan is Director – is funded by the University of Manchester, AstraZeneca and GSK.

Professor Dan became a Fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences in 2011. He currently holds a Wellcome Trust Investigator Award. He is also the author of a popular-level science book ‘ The Compatibility Gene’ (Penguin, 2014) which was picked by Bill Bryson as a Guardian Book of the Year. Don’t tell me that Bill Bryson knows what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al as well… Are you a specialist in Natural Killers as well Mr Bryson?

Bill Bryson is an American journo who loves Little Britain so much that he has been resident here for many years. He first visited the UK in 1973 and decided to stay after landing a job working in a psychiatric hospital – the now defunct Holloway Sanatorium in Virginia Water, Surrey. Bill met an Angel there, Cynthia, whom he married in 1975. Jesus, perhaps Bill Bryson does know Dafydd. Bill definitely knew the sort of things that happened to psych patients and he hasn’t ever told all either. Bryson wrote about Holloway Sanatorium in his book ‘Notes From A Small Island’ and recorded that the Sanatorium had a charm about it because ‘it was full of wandering lunatics’. Bryson worked at the Sanatorium in 1973 as a janitor on Tuke Ward. He mentions the ward as home to ‘long-stay male patients in a state of arrested insanity’. According to Bryson, the place was one of the most extraordinary communities in England. Many patients were allowed to wander freely down to the shops and back, mingling on equal terms with the locals, who affectionately referred to the institution as ‘the sanny’.

Yes Bill and the patients whom you didn’t write about were in there because they had knowledge of very serious wrongdoing. As might have the harmless loonies whom you did acknowledge but they were out and about because they had been sufficiently destroyed by their ‘care and treatment’ not to pose a threat to the reputations of the Top Docs or anyone else…

Bill: Patient F originally came from Surrey. The loonies from down there had dynamite – the lowdown on who was supplying underaged sex workers and drugs to rock stars and other celebs and the circumstances of the deaths of people like Brian Jones and Jimi Hendrix (see eg. post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ and other posts…).

Bill Bryson lived in Kirkby Malham in North Yorkshire in the 1980s and 90s. He knew about Savile and the trafficking ring there….

Bill mingles with the best. In November 2006, Bryson interviewed the then British PM Miranda, on the state of science and education. You should have asked him what the hell was going on at Bangor University Bill, you interviewed Miranda just months after the brother-in-law of Miranda’s policy adviser John McTernan nicked my computer.

In 2005 Bryson was appointed Chancellor of Durham University. Here he is in his glad rags:

 

 

Bryson was elected an Honorary Fellow of the Royal Society in 2013, becoming the first non-Briton upon whom this honour has been conferred. Well I wonder how Bill managed that? His biography at the Royal Society reads: ‘Bill Bryson is a popular author who is driven by a deep curiosity for the world we live in. Bill’s books and lectures demonstrate an abiding love for science and an appreciation for its social importance. His international bestseller, A Short History of Nearly Everything (2003), is widely acclaimed for its accessible communication of science and has since been adapted for children.’

The things that Bill didn’t manage to include in his volume ‘A Short History Of Nearly Everything’ may be read on this blog.

 

It’s just as well that people who are linked to Dafydd’s network of umbrellas have won the Nobel Prize with their Beautiful Cure, because the Nobels this year have been rather tainted by the goings-on in relation to the Nobel Prize for Literature. Unfortunately it has been scrapped for 2018 as a result of one of those involved, Jean-Claude Arnault, being convicted of rape and sentenced to two years in prison days before Allison and Honjo were awarded their Nobel Prize. Jean-Claude wasn’t due to receive a Nobel Prize himself, but he styled himself as the Swedish Academy’s ’19th member’ and was married to Academy member Katarina Frostenson, a poet and playwright. The scandal involving Jean-Claude caused seven members of the Academy to stand down, including Katarina, as well as the Academy’s permanent secretary, Sara Danius.

For many years, Arnault and Frostenson ran Forum, a club in Stockholm that showcased exhibitions and readings by prominent cultural personalities including Nobel laureates. The club was partly funded by the Swedish Academy, prompting secondary allegations of a conflict of interest. As the scandal unfolded, it was reported that an internal investigation by the Academy had concluded that Arnault may have leaked the names of seven Nobel literature laureates – the subject of heavy betting – in advance of their announcement, including those of Bob Dylan in 2016 and Harold Pinter in 2005. The Harold Pinter who was married to Lord Longford’s daughter, Lady Antonia. Lord Longford and many members of his family and network knew a great deal about Dafydd, organised abuse, the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the wrongful imprisonment of witnesses (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’).

The scandal first erupted last November when the Dagens Nyheter newspaper published detailed allegations by 18 women accusing Arnault – who describes himself as a photographer – of rape, sexual harassment, physical abuse and harassment over a period of more than 20 years, in Sweden and France. Eight women filed formal complaints, but all bar one of the cases were subsequently dropped for lack of evidence or because they had exceeded the statute of limitations. The woman in the case that came to trial – a writer and academic – told police of the 2011 assaults a few days after the Dagens Nyheter report was published, saying she had not come forward earlier because Jean-Claude Arnault was a good friend of her manager…

 

After finding out who were the colleagues of the Nobel Prize winner James Allison, imagine my delight when I read on ‘The Guardian’ online that an old favourite of this blog has won the Royal Society Prize for the Science Book of the Year – Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, daughter of Mr Oxford University, Mr Cambridge University and Mr MRC. I blogged about Sarah-Jayne in previous posts (eg. ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’) and provided details of a number of her colleagues and mentors who either knew about Dafydd and the gang and remained silent or actively concealed their crimes.

Some of Sarah-Jayne’s colleagues have even worked with Dafydd, such as Professor Mark Williams, who recently collaborated with Sarah-Jayne on a Wellcome funded project in an attempt to demonstrate that Mindfulness not only ‘works’ but can be demonstrated to work by scanning people’s brains and other such techniques. Mindfulness was a research fraud perpetrated by Mark Williams in the late 1980s when Williams worked as a clinical psychologist in north Wales with Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Early editions of Williams’s books had acknowledgements to social worker Keith Fearns, one of those who perjured himself in court in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Williams co-authored with Judith Soulsby, another colleague of the people traffickers who will never be forgotten by all who encountered her and with Isobel Hargreaves, who was married to Ralph Oxley, a botanist at Bangor University who in turn worked with Chris Wood, the wife of Dr D.G.E Wood. They all peopled Bangor University when Dafydd and the gang ran the place. Most of Williams’s patients who’s miraculous recoveries formed the basis of his publications are now dead and many of them died shortly after Williams told the world that he was working Miracles in that sleepy little corner of Wales which was run by a bunch of gangsters. Mark Williams made it known in north Wales that he wanted a Chair at Oxford years ago – at about the time of the Waterhouse Report. See post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’.

Sarah-Jayne Blakemore is the Prof of Cognitive Neuroscience at UCL. Her network of friends and colleagues hold many positions on grant awarding bodies, as does Sarah-Jayne herself, including on the Wellcome Trust. Sarah-Jayne is continuing a family tradition. Colin Blakemore was Chief Exec of the MRC, 2003-07, which was when many of Sarah-Jayne’s colleagues received funding from the MRC.

Colin Blakemore succeeded Professor Sir George Radda as the Chief Exec of the MRC, with an annual budget of more than £700 million. The reputation of the MRC had been damaged by what was perceived as financial mismanagement, the introduction of unpopular funding schemes and a lack of transparency in its dealings with researchers. Blakemore launched a national roadshow to consult the scientific community and quickly changed the mechanisms for handling funds, rationalised the grant schemes, introduced new forms of support for young researchers and overhauled the communications policies of the MRC. He maintained his research activity at Oxford University during his period of office.

Blakemore argued for a stronger commitment to clinical research and to the translation of basic research into benefits for patients. These actions anticipated Sir David Cooksey’s 2006 “Review of UK Health Research Funding”, which resulted in closer working between the MRC and the Departments of Health, but which recommended that “funding levels for basic science should be sustained”. In the Comprehensive Spending Review at the end of Blakemore’s term of office, the budget of the MRC was increased by more than one third over three years. He was succeeded at the MRC by Leszek Borysiewicz.

On the completion of his appointment at the MRC in 2007, Colin Blakemore returned to the Chair of Neuroscience at Oxford before his appointment at the University of London in 2012.

Sarah-Jayne did her first degree at Oxford University and her PhD at UCL. She received much funding from the Royal Society as a post-doc.

 

Soon after Colin Blakemore’s appointment to the MRC, ‘The Sunday Times’ published a leaked British Cabinet Office document that suggested he was deemed unsuitable for inclusion in the 2004 New Year’s Honours List because of his research on animals – research considered “controversial” by a British Gov’t committee that oversees matters of science and technology despite being widely supported by political leaders and the public. Colin Blakemore was hated by animal rights activists, some of whom tried to kill him. However Blakemore’s research was also considered to be very dodgy by his fellow researchers. I was told in 1990 by a neurosurgeon who had worked with Blakemore at Cambridge that Blakemore’s research was cruel and could not be justified. This was a man who was very au fait with animal work and had done it himself.

I have never met Colin Blakemore, but I did meet some medical researchers who made it quite clear that they should be allowed to do whatever they wanted to animals in their labs and that no-one else even had the right to comment. Some of the experiments carried out by the Royal College of Surgeons, the Institute of Psychiatry and places like the Huntingdon Institute were downright cruel and many medical researchers themselves were of the opinion that they should have been stopped.

After Blakemore discovered that he had been blacklisted for an honour, he threatened to resign from the MRC, suggesting in interviews that his position as Chief Executive was now untenable:

It’s a matter of principle. The mission statement of the MRC is explicit. There’s a specific commitment to talk to the public about issues in medical research. How can I now go to our scientists, and ask them to risk talking about animal research, when there now appears to be evidence that in secret the government disapproves it, even though in public they’ve strongly encouraged it?

A Parliamentary inquiry investigating the matter implicated the Science and Technology Committee Chaired by Sir Richard Mottram. After expressions of support for animal experimentation from then PM Miranda; Chief Scientific Adviser David King; Minister for Science Lord Sainsbury; and the wider scientific community, Blakemore withdrew his threat to resign.

Miranda knows nothing about the use of animals in research and would have said whatever was convenient and Lord David Sainsbury was notorious for being a man who in return for huge donations to the Labour Party was given a job as Science Minister. Lord Sainsbury formulated mental health policy under Blair by the same method and after giving over £100 million to Cambridge University, Sainsbury was appointed Chancellor. More recently David Sainsbury has been bank rolling neuroscience research at UCL. See post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’.

People who have been part of the Science and Technology Committee are not always the ethical men/wimmin of science whom one would hope to find on that Committee. Stars have included Dafydd’s mate the Bastard of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne who laughably also Chaired the Medical Ethics Committee, 1993-94, while witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd’s gang were found dead:

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 In a House of Lords debate in 2015. Christ, imagine that looming over your bedside after you’ve just had neurosurgery. I bet that there was some butchery in Newcastle that had to be concealed.

 

Lord Bob has also been a leading light on the Science and Technology Select Committee:

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Lord Bob is media friendly but Lord Bob knew about the trafficking gang that was being facilitated by Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain et al at St George’s and the rest of the wrongdoing by Chamberlain et al (see post ‘Now Then…’); he knew about dear old Dafydd and the cartel of Top Doctors who unlawfully denied women in north Wales terminations and forced them into the hands of a dodgy private abortionist in Chester (see post ‘I Predict A Riot’ and ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’); and Lord Bob also passed an unhinged sexual harasser whom he unwittingly employed as a junior doctor onto Chamberlain’s team, Lord Bob obviously believing that the sexual harasser would feel at home there. The sexual harasser surpassed himself by having sex with a research assistant, in the lab, while telling her how much he wanted to shag one of the other research assistants. Who, when she heard about it, told me that under no circumstances would she be having sex with him. Chamberlain in turn passed the harassing shagger  onto someone else. Richard Penketh, the harassing shagger in question, ended up working as a Top Doctor in Cardiff, where Dr Brian Gibbons, the Welsh Gov’t Health Minister who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al, gave him an award for excellence.

Ah, the doctors they were wonderful!

I remember you well Penketh! As no doubt does every other female under the age of 40 who has ever made your acquaintance.

Richard can now be found advertising his services as a Top Doctor who works for Spire Healthcare.

Here’s Penketh, picking up yet another award!

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Colin Blakemore finally bagged his K in 2014, so there was a happy ending.

And now Sarah-Jayne has won the Royal Society Prize!

Sarah-Jayne’s book is called, most appropriately, ‘Inventing Ourselves’. Which is pretty much what they have all done. They’ve given each other big grants and prizes, they’ve supplied rave reviews for each other’s books, they’ve invited each other onto media programmes and by such strategies, they have all become ‘experts’ and ‘leaders in their fields’. People despair of the cronyism and nepotism in institutions like Bangor and Aberystwyth Universities and I can understand why, but nothing, nothing at all, beats the Top Doctors in the London-Oxford-Cambridge triangle. Furthermore they are the ones who are at the top of CR-UK, the MRC and the Wellcome Trust and who end up sitting in the Lords.

 

I won’t dwell at length on Sarah-Jayne and her dad in this post, readers can read all about them in previous posts. However, I am interested in the judges who awarded Sarah-Jayne her prize.

The Chair of the panel of judges was Professor Dame Frances Ashcroft, who stated that ‘Inventing Ourselves’ is ‘truly a book that everyone should read’. Frances Ashcroft is the Royal Society GlaxoSmithKline Professor of Physiology at Oxford. Gosh, I wonder who funded that Chair. Frances Ashcroft holds Bachelors and Postgrad degrees from Cambridge and was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1999. Ashcroft is the Director of OXION, a training and research programme on the integrative physiology of ion channels, funded by the Wellcome Trust.

Dame Frances has rubbed shoulders with a few of those we know and love on her journey upwards and not just Sarah-Jayne’s dad either. Frances Ashcroft went to Talbot Heath School, an independent school for girls in Bournemouth. Famous old girls include Dr Death’s mate Shirl. Ashcroft undertook post-doc work at Leicester University in the late 1970s, when that institution was heaving with people concealing the organised abuse gang in Leicester of which Greville Janner was alleged to be a member and which had links with Dafydd. The medical school at Leicester in particular was up to its eyes in it, as was the Dean of Leicester Medical School, Lord Robert Kilpatrick, who, like Lord John Walton, Chaired the GMC and loyally served Dafydd and his associates in that capacity. See previous posts.

Frances Ashcroft was one of five 2012 winners of the L’Oreal UNESCO Award for Women In Science. Because she’s worth it! Look, she has lovely hair and ooh I do like that dress as well, black goes well on her but you wouldn’t wear it in the daytime though would you and that necklace is nice, just right, understated oooh classy. Do you know I think that I recognise Frances, I’m sure that I met her when I was carrying out my post-doc work in Laboratoire Garnier.

 

 

Ashcroft is a woman of many talents and appeared (as a diner) on Masterchef during the 2011 series, along with several other Fellows of the Royal Society. Their taste buds are of superior quality to the taste buds of the lower orders, which is why the Fellows of the Royal Society were invited to taste the grub rather than the cleaners of the institutions in which the Fellows are employed. I expect that series of Masterchef was funded by the MRC and Wellcome Trust, which would have ensured that the diners weren’t just anyone.

 

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Ashcroft’s work with Professor Andrew Hattersley ‘has helped enable children born with diabetes to switch from insulin injections to tablet therapy’. Hattersley is Professor of Molecular Medicine at the University of Exeter. He was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 2010. Hattersley did a degree at Emmanuel College, Cambridge and then trained as a Top Doctor at Oxford. He undertook further training in diabetes at Hammersmith Hospital. We’re on familiar territory aren’t we…

Hattersley was a lecturer at Birmingham University, 1993-1994 and he has worked at Exeter since 1995. So Hattersley lectured at Birmingham along with Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE) and Tony Francis’s mate Professor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Exeter also employs a few mates of the gang from north Wales, as a result of Exeter’s collaboration with Professor Mark Williams and his Mindfulness con. For a long while, the head honcho for Mindfulness at Exeter University was Professor Willem Kuyken, but he relocated some years ago. Where did he go? Oxford University of course, Willem stepped into Mark Williams’s shoes when Williams decided to ‘retire’. Which coincided with one of Mark Williams’s victims from north Wales writing to the VC of Oxford University about his experiences with Mark Williams. The person in question was a close friend of mine from Gwynedd. He then became seriously ill and was refused all NHS care by the Top Docs in north Wales and lived rough in Scotland for a while. At the same time, the Top Docs decided that it was time to ruin my life all over again and I was unlawfully detained for many months. Imagine my surprise, when I finally got back on my feet, only to find that Mark Williams had decided that perhaps retirement wasn’t for him after all and had embarked on a major collaboration with Sarah-Jayne!

Then there were the extraordinary experiences that I had when I was interviewed for two research jobs at Exeter University; the NHS Chief Exec of the region who narrowly escaped a prison sentence after being convicted of fraud; the death of a young mentally ill man in the police station directly opposite the building housing Exeter’s Medical School, which specialises in Service User Led Research; and Professor Edzard Ernst, who was forced out of his job at Exeter because his research consistently demonstrated that some of the ‘therapies’ which the authorities at Exeter University wanted to promote were clinically ineffective. If Edzard had made up his data like a few other people whom I could name, he’d have kept his job. See previous posts for details of these Exeter Experiences.

Andrew Hattersley has bagged many honours and prizes, among them: 1998 Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians, London; 2004 Fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences; 2016 GlaxoSmithKline Prize; 2016 EASD–Novo Nordisk Foundation Diabetes Prize for Excellence.

I have no idea whether Andrew Hattersley is any relation of Roy Fattersley, the other half of the ‘dream ticket’ which was going to get the Windbag elected as PM many years ago.

 

One of Frances Ashcroft’s fellow judges was Vivienne Parry, ‘science broadcaster and journalist’. Parry has presented BBC’s ‘Tomorrow’s World’ and ‘Panorama’ and contributes to ‘The Guardian’ online. Vivienne Parry is Head of Engagement at Genomics England.

Parry was educated at the independent girls’ school St Swithun’s, Winchester. She studied Zoology at Bedford College (London) graduating with in 1978 and then went on to UCL to study immunology and genetics…

Parry was Vice Chairman of Council of UCL and in 2009 was appointed a member of the MRC.

Parry’s first job was as National Organiser of the mother and baby charity Birthright,1979-94. Birthright was a charidee which has gone under several different names and was founded by Sir George Pinker, a friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain. Pinker was the poshest of Top Docs and he was Surgeon-Gynaecologist to HM the Queen Lilibet, 1973-90 and oversaw many Royal births  (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’).

Vivienne Parry worked closely with the Birthright’s Patron, HRH The Princess of Wales for 12 years. HRH Di might not have realised it, but she wasn’t the best advert for Sir George Pinker’s clinical skills; there are indications that Pinker screwed up the delivery of Prince William. HRH was left with the impression that she had simply experienced a difficult delivery, but no, George misjudged badly because he wouldn’t listen to the silly girl and he was quite lucky that William arrived in possession of a full complement of brain cells because that probably should have been a Ceasarian delivery… Not that anyone in the Royal Household clicked, George was wheeled out once more when Di was finally persuaded to have another baby, something that she had made clear that she was very unwilling to do because of what had happened before. Not that the Royals can be blamed for that, they have no way of judging the competence of their Top Docs, the Top Docs are a load of bloody liars who will not come clean when one of them should not be let loose on patients and so even Royalty get it in the neck.

Any Top Docs want to fess up as to which one of you it was who passed the gynae records of a high profile member of the Royal Family around London in the late 1980s then??? I heard the crude jokes. God, people would fucking clock you lot if they knew how you actually conducted yourselves. Never mind, give yourselves another Nobel Prize, it’ll keep the wagon on the rails for a few more years while the clinical outcomes of people in the UK steadily continue downhill and you can scream for more ‘funding’ for the ‘under-resourced’ NHS…

 

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Vivienne Parry was briefly a Trustee of the Princess of Wales Memorial Fund. Di survived the births at the hands of George Pinker but not the drive  through that tunnel in Paris.

In September 2017, Parry was appointed to the board of UKRI (UK Research & Innovation).

Vivienne was very involved with the setting up of the Science Media Centre and Cheltenham Science Festival. In September 2017 Vivienne became Chair of the Cheltenham Science Festival and a member of the Cheltenham Festivals Board.

Here’s Lord Bob enjoying himself at the Cheltenham Science Festival in 2011, but I have no idea of whatever it is that he is boasting about the size of:

 

 

Other judges on the Royal Society Science Book of the Year panel which awarded Sarah-Jayne her prize were Dr Leigh Fletcher, the Associate Professor of Planetary Sciences at the University of Leicester  – Leigh Fletcher has spent most of his career at Oxford and Cambridge; Peter Florence, a literary gent who is Director and Co-founder of the Hay Festival; and Greg Williams, Editor of ‘Wired’ magazine, which is all about techie things. I very much doubt that any of these people are in a position to judge whether Sarah-Jayne has written a work of genius or a work of utter cobblers. However they will all know who her dad is.

There was another judge on the panel as well. None other than Professor Brian Cox. Brian is the BBC favourite who is also Professor of Particle Physics at Manchester University. Brian is not just a David Attenborough or a Johnny Morris who deludes children into believing that he is a scientist, Brian is a real live physicist and he knows his stuff. He also knew about the likes of Jimmy Savile cluttering up the BBC but he kept as quiet as everyone else did about it.

Before Brian Cox achieved stardom as a TV physicist, he was best known as the man who played with the rock group D:Ream, who were responsible for ‘Things Can Only Get Better’, the sound track to Miranda’s 1997 General Election victory. I was delighted to see the back of the Tories myself and I remember watching old Prezza on TV having a drunken knees-up. I did however have two mates who were Labour activists who told me that the arrival of Miranda as PM was no cause for celebration. They were quite right. Up in north Wales, life continued pretty much as before for Empowered Service Users. They continued to be found dead throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry, which had opened five months before Miranda became PM.

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One big healthcare story in the news today is that ever increasing numbers of mental health patients are being tasered by the police while they are in hospital. The Hergest Unit was one of the first mental health units in the UK who called in the police to taser a patient. Lest anyone swallows the line that this might be needed in the case of Dangerous Patients, it is not. Not under any circumstances. Hospital in-patients sectioned under the Mental Health Act have no rights at all, absolutely none. Numerous Angels can pile on top of them and stay there for hours, even until the patient stops breathing and dies. It is not unlawful. Likewise the Angels can forcibly inject patients with Medication which kills them. The patients have no right to refuse, even if they know that they have reacted nearly fatally to such Medication on a previous occasion. All these were tried and tested methods of murdering patients before the introduction of police officers with tasers and they served the purpose just as well. Furthermore, if a detained mental health patient dies in police custody, there has to be an investigation and figures are kept regarding such deaths. There is no obligation for the NHS to hold such an investigation if the Angels murder a sectioned mental health patient and very few such deaths are investigated. Deaths of patients in mental health units are recorded but one has to fight tooth and nail to access the data.

Neither are people with learning disabilities faring any better. Horrifying figures were released today with regard to the use of ‘restraint’ on people with learning disabilities in hospital units in England. The number of times that ‘restraint’ was used on such patients rose by 50% between 2016 and 2017. That 50% rise wasn’t from 10 times to 15 times. In 2017, restraint was used more than 22,000 times. Once every half an hour. The figures cover adults as well as children. Face down restraint of patients with leaning disabilities – which Gov’t guidelines now state should never be used in any circumstances – was used 3,100 times in 2017. As with tasering mental health patients, this risks the patient dying and even if that doesn’t happen, it is terrifying for a distressed patient as well as virtually always unnecessary. Many families and carers of people with learning disabilities report how bad healthcare staff are at handling the person whom they care for. The staff have no patience or understanding, they demand that the patient participates in pointless activities which just escalates their confusion and distress and should the learning disabled person swear in distress it’ll be case of ‘now don’t you speak to me like that or we’ll have you arrested, we have a zero tolerance aggression policy here’. They have learning disabilities you stupid fuckers, they have no idea what a zero tolerance aggression policy means.

Many of those being restrained are categorised as having challenging behaviour as a result of conditions such as autism. Some of Sarah-Jayne’s colleagues at UCL, Cambridge and Oxford are considered to be global leaders in autism.

But the mates of those at UCL, Oxford and Cambridge have won their Nobel Prize and now thousands of lives will be saved and many more millions of pounds will find their way into the coffers of those institutions. Particularly as Sarah-Jayne has now won that Royal Society prize for her book explaining how they all Invented Themselves.

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Events, Dear Boy, Events

I am not going to concern myself so much with media reports regarding the excesses of the ‘services’ on this blog any longer because the excesses are such that, as the NHS and other ‘services’ disintegrate to such an extent that it can no longer be concealed, paedophiles’ friends are popping up in the media from all directions screaming loudly that all that is needed is for them to be given many more millions of pounds and then everything will be OK.

The sociologist Loic Wacquant argued some years ago that because neoliberal capitalism had left politicians powerless, all that they could offer was ‘solutions’ in terms of crime and punishment and that was why so many were banging on about the necessity to build more prisons and get tough on crime and the causes of crime. Loic Wacquant lives in the US so he might not waste his time following what UK politicians are doing, but their latest offering is legislation to imprison anyone – for up to two years – who takes ‘up-skirt photos’. I’m unimpressed with this gesture because there is already legislation in place to cover this behaviour. If I can be prosecuted for staring at a social worker in Safeways, one who’s colleagues are running a paedophile gang at that and then also prosecuted for telling the secretary of another facilitator of the same paedophile gang that he is a fat idiot, I can only presume that the up-skirt peeping toms have not been prosecuted for reasons other than a lack of legislation. Furthermore, Dafydd illegally imprisoned people in a dungeon and like the up-skirt photographers he was never prosecuted. But as with demanding that Somalis are prosecuted for FGM – even in the absence of evidence – demanding tough sentences for up-skirt photographers is rather easier than tackling organised crime in the welfare services.

One thought occurs to me MPs – to take an up-skirt shot, the photographer would have to be in the vicinity of the woman’s feet/ankles. A solution would be for the targeted woman to kick them in the chops, very very hard. Easier, quicker, cheaper and one would not have to take one’s chances with an endemically corrupt criminal justice system. Something tells me that Dafydd could have spent 24 hours a day taking up-skirt shots and there would have been no action taken against him. After all, Dafydd’s mate at Bart’s, Prof Linford Rees, photographed female patients in the bath and showed the photos to students in his lectures (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

 

Instead I am using this post to name a few more of those who’s Big Ideas contributed towards a gang of paedophiles remaining untouchable for many years.

My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ detailed those managing Gwynedd Social Services whilst the paedophile gang operated in the Council’s children’s homes. For much of that time the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council was Ioan Bowen Rees, who has featured in a number of previous blog posts. I have mentioned that despite the havoc in Gwynedd County Council during his years of leadership, Bowen Rees was an intelligent erudite man, an Oxford graduate who was considered one of Europe’s leading experts on local democracy.

This might explain why, when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was described in the media as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’ and the social workers who ran the paedophile gang were constantly telling people that the ‘services’ were the best in Europe. Us service users used to shriek with laughter when we read such descriptions of the people who were trying to shag us, who were threatening us, assaulting us, lying about us in court and leaving some of our friends so desperate that they killed themselves. The extraordinary thing is that Bowen Rees really was considered an expert in local gov’t at a European level. So we can only wonder why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Gwynedd County Council when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec and why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Dyfed when Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council prior to relocating to Gwynedd.

Dafydd and the paedophiles were linked with a pan-European paedophile gang. Gwynedd social workers tripped over themselves to become involved with projects that sociologists in Bangor University were running with sociologists and social workers in Europe. The Gwynedd social workers knew bugger all about the academic work involved, but they were there at every workshop, at every buffet and stressed to the visiting European academics that the services in Gwynedd were, of course, leading the way.

Two Bangor lecturers who were particularly keen to climb aboard the European projects bandwagon were John Borland and Aled Griffiths. Borland had retired by the time that I began work as a sociologist at Bangor, but I was interested to discover that Borland had set up a company to supply ‘service users’ who would provide the legally required ‘feedback’ on the ‘services’ in north Wales. I had never met one ‘service user’ who had heard of John Borland, yet alone worked for his business. Borland’s wife was Sandra Betts, an expert on Wimmin in Wales who was rarely seen in the University and who’s own work was substantially done by unpaid female PhD students. Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer is married to Joanna Griffiths, who until her retirement was Director of Conwy Social Services. Joanna was Director when Conwy failed to respond to complaints that residents in Prestwood Homes were being appallingly abused (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’). Aled’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, who was Director of Gwynedd Social Services after Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes ‘retired’ from that role when the Waterhouse Report was published. Aled Griffiths’s brother Huw was a highly incompetent solicitor who was one of those who sat in Bangor Magistrates Court watching Dafydd and the paedophiles fit up their victims. In fact Huw watched Dafydd and the paedophiles fit me up, that’s how I knew him, years before I encountered the joys of the Buffet Slayer.

A very cosy arrangement for everyone involved. This bunch were colleagues of Professor Mark Williams and some of them appear on his ‘Mindfulness’ publications (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Mark Williams has now taken his pyramid selling Mindfulness scam to China and Hong Kong.

Ioan Bowen Rees, being very keen on Europe and their systems of local democracy, some of which Ioan maintained were far superior to that found in the UK, spent a lot of time in Europe. I have mentioned previously that Max Beloff, the father of Cherie Booth’s friend and colleague Michael Beloff, rated one of Bowen Rees’s books so highly that he maintained that it was ‘essential reading for public servants’. Bowen Rees doubled up as an adviser to Plaid MPs Gwynfor Evans and Dafydd Wigley, both of whom knew that organised child sexual abuse bloomed wherever Ioan was to be found but who said nothing (see posts ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

There is however someone else who was a mate of and intellectual traveller with Ioan Bowen Rees whom I have not yet mentioned – Professor Leopold Kohr. Kohr grew up in Oberndorf near Salzburg and it remained his ideal of community. He held a doctorate in law from the University of Innsbruck, Austria and one in political science from the University of Vienna. Kohr also studied at the LSE.

Kohr became a freelance correspondent during the Spanish Civil War where he was impressed by the self-contained governments of Catalonia and Aragon, as well as by the small Spanish anarchist city-states of Alcoy and Caspe. He became a close friend of George Orwell and shared offices with Ernest Hemingway and Andre Malraux. 

Kohr fled Austria in 1938 after it was annexed by Nazi Germany and emigrated to the US, later becoming an American citizen.

Kohr taught economics and political philosophy at Ruthers University in New Jersey, 1943-55. From 1955-73, he was Professor of Economics and Public Administration in the University of Puerto Rico in San Juan, except for a period in 1965-66 when he was Professor of Economics at the University of the Americas in Mexico City; during these years Kohr developed his concepts of village renewal and ‘lent his advice to local city planning initiatives.’ He also advised the independence movement of the of Anguilla. 

After many rejections by American and British publishers, Kohr’s first book, ‘The Breakdown of Nations’, was published in 1957 in Britain after a chance meeting with anarchist Sir Herbert Read. 

Kohr moved from Puerto Rico to Wales, where he taught political philosophy at the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth from 1968-77. So Kohr was there when Carlo spent a brief period at Aber learning Welsh. Kohr worked in the Department of Extra-mural Studies at Aber and was senior tutor, 1973-77.

The project of Welsh independence, founded on the ideal of ‘cymdeithas’ (community) was dear to Kohr and he became a mentor to Plaid and a close friend of its then leader, Gwynfor Evans.

Yma O Hyd! Sing-a-long-a Dafydd Iwan and a gang of molesters with intellectual aspirations. Which provided a very useful carapace.

 

After retiring from teaching, Kohr divided his time between Gloucester and  Hellbrunn, near Salzburg. He was planning to return to his hometown of Oberndorf to live when he died in 1994.

Kohr described himself as a ‘philosophical anarchist’. He protested the ‘cult of bigness’ and economic growth and promoted the concept of human scale and small community life.  Kohr’s vision called for a dissolution of centralized political and economic structures in favour of local control, which was pretty much Ioan Bowen Rees’s ‘vision’ for Wales. Ioan’s cup brimmed over when the National Assembly for Wales was established – he was an adviser to the Welsh Office civil servants and to Ron ‘it was a moment of madness/I was looking for badgers’ Davies (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) regarding devolution.

It is not a coincidence that the Welsh Assembly is stuffed full of weak, third-rate AMs who in their previous lives concealed a paedophile gang.

This was the Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who did his best to ensure that Ron Davies would be Wales’s First Minister, until that male prostitute Boogie got in the way:

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According to Clarissa Dickson Wright, when Blair was at Oxford he was widely suspected of being gay and was known as Miranda.

Miranda:
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I’ve only ever met one person called Miranda and that was a young patient at Springfield Hospital in 1991. She was relentlessly pursued by a predatory male patient and was actually quite frightened of him. The staff watched this man shout ‘Miranda, I’m coming after you’ and she fled on a regular basis, yet they did nothing.

 

Kohr was an important inspiration to the Green, bioregional, Forth World, decentralist and anarchist movements. He contributed often to John Papworth’s `Journal for the Fourth World’, ‘Resurgence’. One of Kohr’s students was economist E.F. Schumacher, whose book ‘Small Is Beautiful’ took its title from one of Kohr’s core principles.

In 1983, a student with a sense of humour at Aston University was faced with a finals paper in which one of the questions was ‘Small is beautiful. Discuss.’ This student did indeed discuss Small Is Beautiful. He wrote a whole essay arguing why he preferred to have sex with women with small boobs. When faced with his essay, the exam board weren’t sure what to do, so a meeting was held and it was agreed that for that essay they would simply give him a pass mark. The rest of his work was of a high standard and he emerged with a 2:1.

The VC of Aston University at the time was Sir Freddie Crawford, aka ‘Mrs Thatcher’s favourite Vice-Chancellor’. At least the student who liked small boobs sat his own exams. There was a problem at Aston at the time – it was discovered that several members of Middle Eastern Royal families had registered for engineering degrees and had sent their servants along to attend the lectures and sit the exams for them. The degrees were issued in the names of their employers, who found themselves in possession of engineering degrees whilst knowing nuzzing. I was told that Ruhi Behi, a former psych nurse from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, used the services of someone else to acquire his degree in psychology from UCNW in the 1980s. Behi subsequently became Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi bagged his degree when paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland was Principal/VC and was appointed Head of Healthcare Sciences when paedophiles’ friend Roy Evans was VC.

 

Leopold Kohr’s ideas inspired Kirkpatrick’s books ‘Human Scale’ (1980) and ‘Dwellers in the Land: The Bioregional Vision’ (1985). Sale arranged the first American publication of ‘The Breakdown of Nations’ in 1978 and wrote the foreword.

 

Ioan Bowen Rees also co-authored with Hugh MacDiarmid and Owen Dudley Edwards.

Hugh MacDiarmid was the pen name of Christopher Murray Grieve, a Scottish poet, journalist, essayist and political figure. He is best known for his works written in ‘synthetic Scots’, a ‘literary version of the Scots language that MacDiarmid himself developed’. So he invented his own language. He probably awarded himself a prize for it as well a la the Learned Society of Wales. However, Grieve’s earliest work was written in English and from the early 1930s onwards much of the poetry published under MacDiarmid’s name was also written in an English.

MacDiarmid was born in the Scottish border town of Langholme, Dumfriesshire. He was educated at Langholm Academy before becoming a teacher for a brief time at Broughton Higher Grade School in Edinburgh. MacDiarmid lived in London, Liverpool and Thakeham in West Sussex. He lived on Whalesay in Shetland, 1933-42 and in Glasgow, 1942-49. MacDiarmid worked as a journalist for a number of local Scottish papers. He spent time living in Ebbw Vale and contributed to the socialist newspaper ‘The Merthyr Pioneer’, run by Labour Party founder Keir Hardie, before joining the RAMC on the outbreak of WWI. MacDiarmid served in Salonica, Greece and France before developing cerebral malaria and subsequently returning to Scotland in 1918.

Somebody seems to have been having fun with MacDiarmid’s wiki entry regarding the first few decades of his life, because the dates provided in that entry do not always correlate with MacDiarmid’s activities at the time.

After the war MacDiarmid continued to work as a journalist, living in Montrose, Scotland – which boasts a place called Charleton Road no less – where he became Editor and reporter of the ‘Montrose Review’, as well as a justice of the peace and a member of the county council. In 1923 his first book, ‘Annals of the Five Senses’, was published at his own expense, followed by ‘Sangschaw’ in 1925 and ‘Penny Wheep’ and ‘A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle’ in 1926. 

On the Shetland island of Whalsay in 1933 with his son Michael and second wife, Valda Trevlyn, MacDiarmid wrote essays and poetry despite being cut off from mainland cultural developments for much of the 1930s. He died at his cottage near Biggar in 1978 at the age of 86.

Norman Lamont – who was a member of the Cambridge Mafia which produced so many of the big beasts of Thatcher’s Gov’t – held Ministerial positions under Thatch and was Chancellor of the Exchequer under John Major, was born in Shetland; his father was the Island’s Top Doctor. Lamont was Chancellor on Black Wednesday.

This man was Norman’s special adviser at the time:

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MacDiarmid was a supporter of both communism and Scottish nationalism. He was a founding member of the National Party of Scotland, (forerunner of the SNP) and stood as a candidate for the SNP in 1945 and 1950 and for the Communist Party of Great Britain in 1964. So MacDiarmid will have known those other members of the Communist Party of Great Britain who used to spend the summer at Croesor in Merionydd in the 1960s – who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The Village’).

MacDiarmid was a ‘controversial figure’ during his lifetime. He was expelled from both the SNP and the Communist Party but then the CP let him back in again many years later. MacDiarmid was a member of a secret Scottish Nationalist society Clann Albain.

Between 1931-43, MacDiarmid was kept under surveillance by the security services and when Orwell compiled a list of suspected communist sympathisers, he included MacDiarmid’s name on it. Not that it will have done MacDiarmid any harm. After all, MI5 provided Dafydd et al with full protection, it was only the service users who bothered to find out what Dafydd was up to by ringing him up, using the public phone box in the village where Ioan Bowen Rees lived. Ioan didn’t suffer as a result, he was never in the queue for that phone box, Ioan the Common Man will have had several land lines and at least one mobile down in his Plas some distance away from the village centre.

 

In 2010 letters written in the early 1940s by MacDiarmid were discovered, showing that he believed that a Nazi invasion of Britain would benefit Scotland.  Marc Horne in the ‘Daily Telegraph’ commented: ‘MacDiarmid flirted with fascism in his early thirties, when he believed it was a doctrine of the left. In two articles written in 1923, ‘Plea for a Scottish Fascism’ and ‘Programme for a Scottish Fascism’, he appeared to support Mussolini’s regime. By the 1930s however, following Mussolini’s lurch to the right, his position had changed and he castigated Neville Chamberlain over his appeasement of Hitler’s expansionism.’ Deirdre Grieve, MacDiarmid’s daughter-in-law and literary executor, noted: ‘I think he entertained almost every ideal it was possible to entertain at one point or another.’

MacDiarmid’s son Michael Trevlyn became Vice-Chairman of the SNP.

MacDiarmid was considered controversial in his lifetime but is now considered one of the principal forces behind the Scottish Renaissance and has had a lasting impact on Scottish culture and politics. He was accused of plagiarism by supporters of the Welsh poet Glyn Jones but responded with ‘the greater the plagiarism, the greater the work of art’. Perhaps Charles Saatchi would like to pay someone a great deal of money for MacDiarmid’s plagiarised poetry or indeed the poetry that he wrote in the language which he made up himself and display it in the Saatchi gallery in Chelsea.

In ‘Who’s Who’ MacDiarmid listed Anglophobia as one of his interests. It’s a good job that the Englisher Thatcher’s mate the Englisher Sir Peter Morrison had a sexual interest in young boys though, because MacDiarmid’s mate Ioan Bowen Rees and Dafydd would have been out of business without that and perhaps in prison as well.

 

Ioan’s co-author Owen Dudley Edwards is an Irish historian and former Reader in Commonwealth and American History at the University of Edinburgh. He is the son of Professor Robert Dudley Edwards and brother to the Irish writer, Ruth Dudley Edwards. He is the General Editor of the Oxford Sherlock Holmes series and is a recognised expert on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. There was plenty about his co-author Ioan that he could investigate. Dudley Edwards was also an authority on P.G. Wodehouse.

 

Wodehouse’s first published novel:

 

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It was about the drug squad in North Wales planting illegal substances on the paedophiles’ victims. Although Dafydd pronounces it ‘mari-jew-ana’.

 

The following year – 1903 – Wodehouse published this:

 

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Which is worrying when one remembers what was happening to kids in the ‘residential schools’ and children’s homes scattered across Gwynedd when Ioan Bowen Rees was presiding over his own little bit of local democracy.

 

Owen Dudley Edwards attended Belvedere College, Dublin, University College, Dublin and John Hopkins University in Baltimore.

In 1966 Dudley Edwards married Barbara Balbirnie Lee. They have three children. Dudley Edwards is a practising Catholic and actively involved in the church.

 

 

 

I am reading Jeremy Paxman’s book ‘Friends In High Places: Who Runs Britain?’ at the moment. It was published in 1990 and I wished that I’d read it when it was first published, because it names everyone who was propping up the corrupt regime of which the London medical establishment was an integral part. I’ve named many of them on this blog, but it would have been helpful to know that they were the powers behind the criminality of which I was on the receiving end at the time. Paxo’s done a very good job – I still have more chapters to read, but so far I’ve come across a few people who had escaped me.

 

I have mentioned Alan Walters previously, Thatch’s economic adviser who’s presence concerned a great many people. It is believed that it was Nigel Lawson who managed to elbow Walters out of the way. Lawson certainly did everyone a favour there. I read up about Walters before I discovered the key role that Leicester University had played in concealing organised sexual abuse in Leicestershire, so it took Paxo’s book to clobber me with the info that Walters was a Leicester University graduate. Leicester University has played a role in the education or careers of a number of people like Walters who were hailed as gurus by PMs concealing abuse and trafficking. Many of these people very obviously did not have much to offer and their influence on PMs was inexplicable. For example, the man who invented the Third Way for Blair and who explained it all in a short pamphlet which one could read over breakfast:

 

Anthony Giddens
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Paxo writes about the Institute of Economic Affairs (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). He mentions David Green, who was Head of the IEA’s Health Policy Group. In 1988, Green argued that inequality of health services is desirable. Green would have been delighted with Bethesda in the 1980s and 90s, it was littered with destitute ‘service users’ who were being targeted by Dafydd to sell sex to dreadful old politicians and others and the empty shells of those who had already been used in this way and had returned to north Wales, completely drained, traumatised, fragile and refused all ‘services’. Furthermore their tales of sex with the rich and famous were so extraordinary that no-one believed them.

BBC News Wales is reporting that the Rolling Stones are coming to Wales. Will they be looking up a few old acquaintances in Bethesda?

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If they do, I don’t suppose that we’ll hear anything about it.

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David Green writes for ‘The Sunday Times’, ‘The Times’, the ‘Daily Mail’, the ‘Sunday Telegraph’ and the ‘Daily Telegraph’. Green has taken part in broadcast programmes such as ‘Newsnight’, the ‘Moral Maze’ and the ‘Today’ programme. He has made occasional contributions to the Guardian’s ‘Comment is Free’ site and he has contributed pieces to ‘Daily Telegraph’ news blogs.

NB: Perhaps Claire Fox, a regular on the ‘Moral Maze’, could explain why despite her self-styled neocon say-the-unthinkable re the welfare state stance, she has never breathed a word about Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Because Claire certainly knows about them. Claire grew up in Flint, north Wales when Dafydd and the paedophiles were busy. She attended St Richard Gwyn Catholic High School in Flint, went to Warwick University and worked as a mental health social worker, 1981-87. Claire completed a PGCE at Thames Poly in 1992.

Why so silent Claire? I read ‘Living Marxism’ for years when you and your mates from the Revolutionary Communist Party were publishing it – I even had copies of it in my house when the paedophile gang used to send the police around to arrest me after they had perjured themselves. Then Brown and I followed ‘Spiked Online’ when you reinvented yourselves as neocons in 2000. One of your lot asked Brown if we’d like to write for you after you read one of our books. Brown said no thanks because we noticed that there were certain things that none of you dared write about. Such as what had happened to us during the 1980s, 90s and was still happening at the very time that we were asked if we wanted to write for ‘Spiked’…

What we had Claire were a bunch of twats from the security services bothering us, whilst you built your reputation as Ms Fearless.

Claire’s fellow panellist on the ‘Moral Maze’ Matthew Taylor – Blair’s former policy adviser – knows about Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Matthew’s dad Laurie is mates with Prof Dick Hobbs who was a friend of the criminologist Jane Morgan, widow of Lord K.O. Morgan. Jane and Lord Ken were at the scene of the crimes as it were (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

David Green was an undergraduate at the University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1970-73 and remained there for his PhD. He was a Labour Councillor in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1976-81. So Green knew about the paedophile gang in the north east with links to Dafydd and he knew that the Councils in the north east were sending great numbers of children in care to children’s homes in north Wales and continued to do so even after complaints of serious abuse were made.

Green worked as a Research Fellow at the Australian National University in Canberra, 1981-83. He worked at the IEA from 1984 and was Director of its Health and Welfare Unit, 1986-2000.

Green funded the think tank Civitas in 2000 and is also its Chief Executive.

Any more bright ideas to keep a bunch of sex traffickers in business then David?

Green’s book, ‘Community Without Politics’ (London, IEA, 1997) was awarded the Sir Anthony Fisher Memorial Prize in 1997. In 2004 Green was voted one of Britain’s top 100 British intellectuals by readers of ‘Prospect’ magazine and in 2009 he was included on the Evening Standard’s list of the 1,000 most influential Londoners. Green’s 1993 book ‘Reinventing Civil Society’ has been translated into Chinese and Russian and probably that language that Ioan Bowen Rees’s mate MacDiarmid made up as he went along whilst he was plagiarising poetry.

If anyone knows whether Green is one of the literary figures who takes part in the events organised by the paedophiles’ friends who run the charidee Wellbeing of Women, do let me know (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’). He’s probably been on the guest list for an event at Compton Verney as well.

 

Health inequalities in action for you David:

 

A leading forensic psychiatrist at an old boys’ public school reunion:

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A service user with a ‘severe and dangerous personality disorder’ who complained about the serious crimes of a colleague of the man above:

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Paxo’s book informed me that Keith Joseph’s outfit which Joseph founded in 1974, the Centre for Policy Studies, was funded with money from Nigel Vinson. My post ‘Include Me Out’ detailed a debate in the House which involved a number of politicians defending the appalling suicide rate among the victims of Dafydd et al in Risley Remand Centre. It was mentioned in the record in Hansard that one of those contributing to the debate would be giving a talk to the Centre for Policy Studies.

So who is the man who bank-rolled the ‘intellectuals’ behind a paedophile gang? Nigel – now Lord – Vinson is the son of Ronald Vinson, a farmer. Vinson was educated at Pangbourne. After school he served in the Queen’s Royal Regiment.

In 1952 Vinson began a small plastics company in Guildford (Plastic Coatings Ltd), which in 1969 was floated on the Stock Exchange, with over 1,000 employees. The business won the Queen’s Award for Industry in 1971. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of the CBI’s Smaller Firms Council, 1979-84 and President of the Industrial Participation Association, 1979-89. Vinson was Director of the Sugar Board, 1968-75, Director of the British Airports Authority, 1973-80 and a Director of Barclays Bank, 1982-87. He worked for the Centre for Policy Studies, 1974-80. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of Electra Investment Trust 1990-98. From 1976-78 Vinson was an honorary Director of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee Appeal. In the light of how close the Royal Family are to Dafydd’s mates, I really am very glad that I’ve never been the sort to buy Royal mugs or plates with pictures on of yet another couple who have just had a fairy tale wedding.

I have recently discovered that before she came to that sticky end in a tunnel, the heart surgeon with whom Diana was having a fling, Hasnet Khan, later worked at Harefield Hospital with Sir Magdi Yacoub, where I am fairly sure that major research fraud was carried out (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Before Hasnet Khan worked at Harefield, Diana had been allowed into his previous place of work to watch heart surgery. People started complaining that it was a security risk. It was also completely unethical but no-one mentioned that.

 

Vinson was a Member of the Northumbrian National Parks and Countryside Committee, 1977-87 and a member of the Foundation for Science and Technology, 1991-96. Since 2003, he has been a Trustee of Civitas. Vinson is life Vice President of the IEA, where he was Chairman of Trustees 1989-95.

Vinson was also a member of the Design Council, 1973-80 and the unsalaried Chairman of the Rural Development Commission 1980-90. He was founder donor of the Martin Mere Wildfowl Reserve in 1972 and gave a village green to Holbourn, Northumberland, in 2006. Presumably in exchange for domain over the villagers in order to force them into human slavery.

In Feb 1985, Vinson was given a peerage.

We’ll drink to that!

 

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Vinson was a council member of St George’s House, Windsor Castle, 1990-96. He has been married to Yvonne Collin since 1972; they have three daughters.

Lord Vinson of Health Inequalities is a regular attender at Lords debates, and spoke in the 2007 and 2014 sessions in support of nuclear power. Here’s an explosion for him.

 

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In 2012, Lord Vinson threatened to defect to UKIP unless the Conservatives took a more ‘Better Out’ approach to Europe. He obviously didn’t understand the potential markets in Europe, unlike Dafydd and the Gwynedd social workers.

In June 2013 Vinson spoke and voted in the Lords against the Marriage (Same Sex Couples) Bill. Keep it all as illegal as possible Nigel, it enables Dafydd to keep the prices high and blackmail the victims.

 

Paxo’s book also names Professor Brian Griffiths, who ran the Downing Street Policy Unit for Thatch. Griffiths was educated at Dynevor School, Swansea and at the LSE. So Griffiths will have been part of the Heseltine-Lord Brian Flowers-Swansea contingent. The Labour Party Swansea Mafia – Rhodri Morgan, Edwina Hart et al – will have known him as well, but his mates were bigger than theirs and the one thing that none of them were going to do was blow the whistle on the fact that his big mates were running a paedophile ring in west and north Wales, because a Windbag in Islwyn was hoping to become PM on the basis of the votes of the staff of the public services who were colluding with it all.

 

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Brian Griffiths was Dean of the City University Business School, but in 1986 he resigned his Chair to become Thatch’s Chief Policy Adviser.

Griffiths was given a peerage in 1991. The year that Peter Morrison was knighted and a number of other paedophiles’ friends picked up honours for no good reason. The year that the careers of me as well as of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales were destroyed.

Brian Griffiths was Chairman of the Centre for Policy Studies, 1991-01. He served on the Board of Directors of the Conservative Christian Fellowship, 2000-02. Griffiths was a member of the European Union Sub-Committee F (Social Affairs, Education and Home Affairs), 1999-03 and the Religious Offences Committee from 2002-03. I expect that Griffiths also Chaired which ever Committee decreed that swearing was an offence so serious that Dafydd was compelled to report me to the police when I said ‘bugger’; Bluglass agreed that me calling Dafydd a wanker was one of the many signs that I was Dangerous, had a Homicidal Capacity and that I would ‘end in a ward for the criminally insane’. Bluglass has a very sweary daughter called Amanda, who as far as I am aware, has never been consigned to a ward for the criminally insane. But then her father is not in prison, despite colluding with a serious offender. I wonder why not?

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Griffiths is a Vice-President of the Nature in Art Trust. He serves as Vice-Chairman of Goldman Sachs International. He said that he was ‘not ashamed’ of the bank’s compensation plans and that the issue of banking compensation should not be thought about solely from a short-term perspective. Griffiths defended the bank’s bonuses and said that the general public should ‘tolerate the inequality as a way to achieve greater prosperity for all’.

I wish I’d known that when Dafydd and the paedophiles had hounded me out of my job and then tried to set fire to my house while I was living in poverty in Ioan Bowen Rees’s local democracy, it would have explained everything. I could have also reminded the staff of St George’s of it when they all turned green upon finding out that the foul research assistant Mandy Leigh’s brother Charles – who worked as a banker – received more than their annual salaries for his Christmas bonus. It’s why they all thought that they were so badly paid. Mandy thought that she was badly paid as well, even though St George’s had done a fiddle with her PhD funders to ensure that she was paid more than her colleagues. As Mandy breezily explained to me one day, she was ‘a rich bitch funded by Wellcome’. I’d like to have known how that happened – Mandy was thrown off of one degree course for reasons which were never explained, so there wasn’t exactly an outstanding academic record there. Perhaps she simply explained on her application that she would be having sex in the lab during working hours with Top Doctors and would be hurling racist abuse at overseas staff?

Brian Griffiths also stated that ‘we should not … be ashamed of offering compensation in an internationally competitive market which ensures the bank businesses here and employs British people’. Such as Charles Leigh, obviously.

 

Paxo’s book mentioned a very influential figure in academia with connections to Dafydd et al – Dame Kathleen Mary Kenyon. Kenyon was a leading British archeologist of Neolithic culture in the Fertile Crescent. She is best known for her excavations of Jericho in 1952-58 and is considered to have been one of the most influential archaeologists of the 20th century. Kenyon was Principal of St Hugh’s College, Oxford, 1962-73.

Kathleen Kenyon was born in London, England, the eldest daughter of Sir Frederic Kenyon, Biblical scholar and later Director of the British Museum. Her grandfather was the lawyer and Fellow of All Souls College, John Robert Kenyon and her great-great-grandfather was the politician and lawyer Lloyd Kenyon, 1st Baron Kenyon.

It was the 4th and 5th Baron Kenyons who were Presidents of UCNW (Bangor University). Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron, was President whilst UCNW was run by Dafydd and the paedophiles and it was the 5th Baron Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon who was sexually abusing at least one boy in care in Wrexham. Thomas was caught red-handed in 1978 and made a complaint of theft against the boy. The boy was sent to a detention centre and Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of an HIV related condition in 1993. See previous posts for the details of the many public roles of the 5th Baron Kenyon – he was involved with national museums and art galleries as well as with public life in north Wales – and for details of the occasion on which Thomas was caught in action.

Kathleen grew up in Bloomsbury, London in a house attached to the British Museum, with her mother, Amy Kenyon and sister Nora Kenyon. Known for ‘being hard-headed and stubborn’, Kathleen ‘grew up as a tomboy, fishing, climbing trees and playing a variety of sports’. As did I, but I didn’t collude with a sodding paedophile gang, which it seems that Kathleen did.

Kathleen’s father ‘encouraged wide reading and independent study’. In later years Kenyon would remark that her father’s position at the British Museum was particularly helpful with regard to her education. You don’t say! Kathleen ‘was an excellent student, winning awards at school and particularly excelling in history. She studied first at St Paul’s Girls’ School where she was Head Girl, before winning an Exhibition to read History at Somerville College, Oxford.While at Oxford, Kathleen became the first female President of the Oxford University Archaeological Society’. Oh put her on the ‘Woman’s Hour’ Power List, she’s broken a glass ceiling.

Somerville College, Oxford, was Thatch’s college. Although Kathleen was a bit older than Thatch, I’m sure that maximum use was, in subsequent years, made of the alumni network to the benefit of everyone but the victims of Dafydd and the gang.

A career in archaeology was first suggested to Kathleen by Margery Fry, librarian at Somerville. I wonder if Margery had noticed who Kathleen’s dad was. After graduation, Kenyon’s first field experience was as a photographer for the pioneering excavations at Great Zimbabwe in 1929. Returning to England, Kenyon joined the archaeologists Sir Mortimer Wheeler and his wife Tessa on their excavation of the Romano-British settlement of Verulamium (St Albans). Kenyon worked there each summer between 1930 and 1935 Mortimer Wheeler entrusted her with the direction of the excavation of the Roman Theatre.

Mortimer Wheeler was the Keeper of Archaeology and then Director of the National Museum of Wales and the London Museum, Director-General of the Archeological Survey of India and the founder and Honorary Director of the Institute of Archaeology in London.

When Mortimer Wheeler was appointed as the Keeper of Archaeology at the National Museum of Wales, the job also entailed becoming a lecturer in archaeology at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire (later Cardiff University). He moved to Cardiff with his family in 1920. The museum was in disarray; prior to the war, construction had begun on a new purpose-built building to house the collections. This had ceased during the conflict and the edifice was left abandoned during Cardiff’s post-war economic slump. Wheeler recognised that Wales was very divided regionally, with many Welsh people having little loyalty to Cardiff; thus, he made a point of touring the country, lecturing to local societies about archaeology. According to the later archaeologist Lydia C. Carr, the Wheelers’ work for the cause of the National Museum was part of a wider ‘cultural-nationalist movement’ linked to growing Welsh nationalism during this period. Plaid Cymru, was founded in 1925 by Saunders Lewis and others. Lewis was a lecturer at Swansea University – he taught Rhodri Morgan’s parents. When Dafydd was a young Plaid activist he hung out with Saunders Lewis.

In 1924-25 Wheeler excavated the Roman fort – Y Caer – near Brecon and also Isca Augusta at Caerleon. Intent on attracting press attention to both raise public awareness of archaeology and attract new sources of funding, Wheeler contacted the press and organised a sponsorship of the excavation by the ‘Daily Mail’. In doing so, he emphasised the folkloric and legendary associations that the Caerleon site had with King Arthur. In 1925, Oxford University Press published Wheeler’s first book for a general audience, ‘Prehistoric and Roman Wales’; he later expressed the opinion that it was not a good book.

Whilst Director of the National Museum of Wales – a position he obtained in 1924 substantially via influential friends – Wheeler succeeded in obtaining funding from the Treasury to build up the National Museum and link it with regional museums throughout Wales. A new building was completed and King George V opened it in 1927.

The 5th Baron Kenyon was President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57.

 

Upon the retirement of the Keeper of the London Museum, Wheeler was invited to fill the vacancy, which he did. He had been considering a return to London for some time and eagerly agreed, taking on the post, which was based at Lancaster House in the St James’s area in July 1926. In Wales, many felt that Wheeler had simply taken the directorship of the National Museum to advance his own career prospects and that he had abandoned Wales when a better offer came along. 

In 1934 Kathleen Kenyon assisted Mortimer and his wife Tess in the foundation of the Institute of Archaeology of University College London. UCL often seems to be at the scene of the crime. The first premises that Mortimer Wheeler secured for the Institute of Archaeology was St John’s Lodge in Regent’s Park, the Portakabin below:

 

 

St John’s Lodge had been left empty since its use as a hospital during WWI. The building was owned by the Crown and was controlled by the First Commissioner of Works, William Ormsby-Gore, who was very sympathetic to archaeology and leased the building to the Institute at a low rent. William Ormsby-Gore was the 4th Baron Harlech and the father of David, the 5th Baron Harlech. Lord David Harlech was the British Ambassador to the US when J.F. Kennedy was President. David Ormsby-Gore and his descendants have a penchant for dying in unpleasant ways, often when young. The family show every sign of having been under attack by the paedophile gang and their associates (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

 

Mortimer Wheeler continued with an incredibly high profile career, leading famous excavations, such as that of Maiden Castle in Dorset. He served in WWII, led extensive digs in Asia, held key roles in UNESCO and in the British Academy and in the 1950s broadcast for BBC TV.

Wheeler married three times. Tessa died in 1936 – their only child, Michael Mortimer Wheeler, became a barrister. Following Tessa’s death, in 1939 Wheeler married Mavis de Vere Cole, widow of the prankster Horace de Vere Cole. Cole’s diaries revealed that Wheeler physically hit her when she annoyed him. In 1945 Mortimer Wheeler married Margaret ‘Kim’ Collingridge. They became estranged in 1956, but Collingridge’s Catholicism prevented divorce. Wheeler was well known for his promiscuity and for favouring young women for one night stands, many of whom were his students. He was known for having casual sex in public places. Archaeologist Gabriel Moshenska informed a ‘Daily Mail’ reporter that Wheeler had developed a reputation as ‘a bit of a groper and a sex pest and an incredible bully as well’.

The Dafydd of archaeology.

 

From 1936-39 Kathleen Kenyon carried out important excavations at the Jewry Wall in the city of Leicester. These were published in the ‘Illustrated London News’ in 1937 with pioneering reconstruction drawings by the artist Alan Sorrell whom Kathleen had just happened ‘to notice sketching her dig’.

Alan Sorrell was Senior Assistant Instructor of Drawing at the Royal College of Art, 1931–39 and 1946–48. According to Kathleen’s wiki entry, Sorrell was passing the time of day hanging around her dig in Leicester. According to Sorrell’s wiki entry ‘He began his archaeological reconstruction drawings after a chance meeting in 1936 with Kathleen Kenyon on a dig of a Roman site in Leicester, who asked him to produce illustrations for her article for ‘The Illustrated London News’. More commissions then followed at Maiden Castle, in collaboration with Mortimer Wheeler and at Roman Caerwent and Carleon, in collaboration with Cyril Fox and V. E. Nash-Williams of the National Museum of Wales.’

Alan Sorrell was best known for his archaeological sketches, so clearly the arrangement between him and Kenyon in Leicester was fruitful for everyone.

I haven’t looked up who owned or edited the ‘Illustrated London News’, but it would  not be that much of a surprise to find out that they were a mate of Kathleen’s dad or someone senior in UCL or Leicester University. 

In WWII Alan Sorrell worked for the intelligence services. Here is his 1945 work ‘FIDO In Operation’.

 

 

And here is Fido himself:

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Here’s Fido’s trainer supervising a dig in 1977 – so it was probably one on the turf of the paedophiles’ friends at Chester:
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During the Second World War, Kathleen Kenyon served as Divisional Commander of the Red Cross in Hammersmith, London and later as Acting Director and Secretary of the Institute of Archaeology of the University of London.

Kathleen Kenyon retired in 1973 to Erbistock near Wrexham. She never married, perhaps having seen quite enough action whilst she worked with Mortimer Wheeler. From 1974, Kenyon was the Honorary Vice President of the Chester Archaeological Society. She died at Wrexham in 1978.

So Kathleen was in the Wrexham/Chester area whilst Dafydd and the paedophile gang were operating there and whilst the 5th Baron Kenyon allowed them free reign in UCNW – whilst his son Thomas was partaking of the services that the paedophile gang provided.

 

The British School of Archaeology in Jerusalem amalgamated within the Council for British Research in the Levant in 1998, was officially renamed the Kenyon Institute in July 2003 in honour of Kathleen Kenyon. The Kathleen Kenyon Archaeology Collection, a collection of Kenyon’s books and papers purchased from her estate in 1984, is housed at Baylor University in Waco, Texas. The finds from her excavations are held in a number of collections, including the British Museum and the UCL Institute of Archaeology, while the bulk of archive is located at the Manchester Museum. 

So there’s the myth of a few more outstanding careers built upon pure talent busted.

 

 

Paxo’s book details big wigs who exerted control over ‘the establishment’ at the time that I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-91. The institution was, as described in previous posts, colluding with organised child sexual abuse and trafficking, class A drugs offences, research fraud and much other wrongdoing which was resulting in patient harm.

My post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’ mentions some very odd happenings when I shared a house with Dr Andrew Aldridge, a junior surgeon at St George’s and his wife Di, who worked for a City firm. I don’t know how much Andrew knew about the appalling corruption at St George’s, but I do remember that his family lived at Alderley Edge in Cheshire and were Tories. Andrew’s father’s business was I think a carpentry/furniture business. His family were definitely not Top Doctors, they were business people.

Alderley Edge is a very wealthy area and it was where many of the professional people who concealed the activities of Dafydd et al lived. The crooked barrister George Carman QC lived near there and the area was crawling with senior police officers, Top Docs, financiers, lawyers etc. Sir Peter Morrison was just down the road at Chester molesting children.

I cannot imagine that Andrew and his family would ever find the conduct of Dafydd et al acceptable, but I do wonder if they were duped or whether their political allegiances blinded them. Andrew and Di considered me a real old leftie and I remember that once I tried to tell Andrew what I had been told about Jimmy Savile. Andrew just wouldn’t have it and told me that Savile was ‘a Samaritan’.

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No Andrew, he was a very serious sex offender, which is what I had been told by the time that I shared a house with you. Peter Morrison was a very serious sex offender as well – Thatcher knew about it and Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, with whom your mum and dad drank champagne at graduation, was concealing the crimes of Savile, Morrison and many more.

At the time that I was living with Andrew and Di and was under attack from Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, the constituency MP for Alderley Edge was the illustrious Neil Hamilton. Hamilton has of course featured previously on this blog and used to socialise with Peter Morrison. However, Hamilton’s constituency – Tatton – was created in 1983. Peter Morrison was elected as the MP for Chester in 1974 – and was one of those who supported Thatcher to succeed Ted Heath as leader of the Tory Party – but there had been organised abuse of young people in the region long before 1974. Dafydd and Gwynne had been in business for decades and things really got going in 1968 when John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community and was rapidly followed by many other abusive people with money to spare who suddenly decided to open a children’s home or school in north Wales.

 

Before the constituency of Tatton existed, Alderley Edge and neighbouring Wilmslow were in the constituency of Knutsford. Knutsford had been held by the Tories since the pre-Cambrian. Between 1945-70,  the MP was Walter Bromley-Davonport – so he was there when Dafydd and John Allen put their Big Business Plan into action. The Bromley-Davonports were friends of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

In 1970, John Davies was elected MP for Knutsford – he resigned in Nov 1978, after developing a brain tumour. Davies was the MP when Sir Peter Morrison decided that Chester was the constituency for him – although his family seat was in Wiltshire and his house was in London – and as business boomed for Dafydd et al.

John Davies was the first Director of the CBI, 1965-69. He was Minister of Technology in 1970 in Ted Heath’s Gov’t; then Secretary of State for Trade and Industry and President of the Board of Trade, 1970-72; Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster with special responsibilities for the co-ordination of British policy towards the European communities, 1972-74; and then Shadow Foreign Secretary under Margaret Thatcher, 1976-78.

Davies was born in Blackheath, London in 1916, the second son of Arnold Davies, a Chartered Accountant and his wife Edith Harding. Davies went to Windlesham House School in Sussex and St Edward’s School, Oxford. He followed his father into accountancy and served in the Royal Army Service Corps in WWII. Davies spent most of the war in the Combined Operations headquarters. From 1945 he worked for Combined Operations Experimental Establishment (COXE). In 1943, he married Vera Bates, only child of George William Bates, Managing Director of Barratts Shoes and his wife Elvina Taylor. They had two children; a daughter, Rosamond Ann and a son, Francis William Harding Davies.

Davies joined the Anglo-Iranian Oil Company as an accountant in the marketing division and worked for the company in London, Stockholm and Paris; the company was renamed as British Petroleum in 1954. In 1956, Davies was promoted to be General Manager (Markets) for BP and in 1960 he was Director of BP Trading.

In 1961, Davies was appointed as Vice-Chairman and Managing Director of Shell-Mex and BP Ltd. He also became a Director of Hill Samuel Group. Due to his position he was made a member of the Grand Council of the Federation of British Industry and Chaired a committee on technical legislation.

Davies supported initiatives such as the National Economic Development Council, where Gov’t, employers and trades unions met to discuss the economy and set up a joint CBI-TUC joint committee. He was supportive of British entry into the European Community when the Gov’t applied in 1967.

Davies surprised some, such as Enoch Powell in May 1967, when he made a speech in California in which he observed that the Labour government’s measures to keep pay and prices down were working; Powell considered this not only untrue but an example of collaboration in which ‘the very spokesmen of capitalism’ were doing the work of the socialists. As CBI chief, Davies had some quango appointments as a member of the British Productivity Council, the British National Export Council and the Council of Industrial Design. He was briefly a member of the Public Schools Commission.

After the devaluation of the pound in Nov 1967, Davies became much more critical of the Gov’t. Increasingly he would lambast Labour ministers on television, although he continued to work together with Ministers in private.

In 1969, Davies was recruited by Heath to join his Gov’t once he won the next election. Heath was looking to lead a ‘businesslike’ Gov’t and believed that senior business figures serving in senior posts would provide more expert management. Davies began to be more quotably critical, describing the ‘solemn and binding’ accord between the Gov’t and the TUC (after the failure of ‘In Place Of Strife’) as useful only in the lavatory.

Davies failed to win the selection for the Conservative nomination at the Louth by election of 1969 and for Cities of London and Westminster for the General Election. However, with Conservative Central Office support, Davies was found the seat at Knutsford, which was solid Tory country. He won the seat in the General Election in June 1970.

The Chairman of the Tory Party who would have worked so hard to get John Davies into the constituency of Knutsford was barrister Lord Anthony Barber, who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Heath. Barber had been the MP for Doncaster, 1951-64 and then was MP for the Cheshire constituency of Altrincham and Sale, 1965-74. He had been PPS to Harold Macmillan, 1957-59 and was Minister of Health in 1963 – not long after Enoch Powell had stated that he would not allow things to continue at the North Wales Hospital, but then inexplicably backed off from his vow to close the place down but never explained why. Barber served in the RAF during WWII and was almost certainly a member of the security services.

 

In his capacity as Secretary of State for Trade and Industry, John Davies reiterated Heath’s pre-election policy of refusing to intervene in industry. In the House of Commons on 4 November, Davies said:

“We believe that the essential need of the country is to gear its policies to the great majority of people, who are not ‘lame ducks’, who do not need a hand, who are quite capable of looking after their own interests and only demand to be allowed to do so.” (Hansard 5th Series, volume 805, column 1211)

The term ‘lame ducks’ became associated with Davies. However, when Rolls Royce (a vital defence contractor) ran into financial difficulties early in 1971, it was decided that the Gov’t should help by bailing it out. When nugatory efforts did not help, the company was nationalised to prevent it from going bankrupt.

In June 1971, the Upper Clyde Shipbuilders went into receivership after the Gov’t refused it a £6 million loan. The workers at the yard, led by Communist shop stewards, decided to hold a ‘work-in’ when they occupied the yard and continued production. This industrial action tended to refute claims that trade unions were work-shy and was therefore embarrassing to the Gov’t. Davies’ London home was firebombed by the Angry Brigade on 31 July 1971. In February 1972, the Gov’t changed its policy and decided to retain three of the four shipyards at a cost of £35 million, although Davies knew they would never operate on a commercial basis.

Davies moved sideways to become Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster in November 1972. Davies’ role was predominantly behind the scenes in making sure British law was in compliance with European law. In Cabinet discussions, Davies advocated a confrontational approach to the trade unions, although he feared for the future.

In 1979 Davies was to be made a life peer as Baron Harding-Davies, but died before the creation of the peerage passed the Great Seal. Peerage history was made when, by Royal Warrant bearing the date 27 February 1980, Queen Elizabeth II granted his widow Vera Georgina the title of Lady Harding-Davies; his children The Hon. Frank Davies and The Hon. Rosamond Ann Metherell were given the rank of children of a life peer.

So someone somewhere was very grateful to John Davies for something. It was only equalled when in 1983 Thatch made the child molesting Speaker of the House George Thomas Viscount Tonypandy, although as a gay paedophile George Thomas had produced no heirs who could inherit the title.

It did mean that he could dress up though:

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John Davies’s son Frank Davies is an Anglo-Canadian record producer. Davies has been a major contributor to the growth of Canada’s music industry and its creative community for more than four decades. He is credited with discovering, producing, publishing, and developing the careers of many celebrated artists and songwriters, as well as being an advocate for their status. Davies received the Juno Awards 2014 Walt Grealis Special Achievement Award, recognizing individuals who have made a significant impact on the Canadian music industry.

Davies was educated at Windlesham House School near Brighton, Pangbourne College and Strasbourg University in north-east France. In 1972 he married the Canadian pop singer Lynda Squires. The marriage produced three children, Meghan Mae Harding Davies, now Ehrensperger, Emily Gwyneth Emerson Davies-Cohen, and Kate Theresa Georgina Davies.

Davies started his music career in 1964 as a French correspondent to Billboard magazine. He later worked for both EMI Records and Liberty Records in London until the late 1960s, before migrating to Canada in 1970. There, he co-founded the independent record label Daffodil (named after the national emblem of Wales and as a symbol of hope and new beginnings), which became the first Canadian label to be distributed by a ‘major’ in that country, in the shape of Capitol/EMI.

In 1978, alongside Daffodil, Frank Davies formed Partisan Music, a production and publishing company that entered into an exclusive deal with a U.S record company (Capitol) to develop talent for that label worldwide – a Canadian first.

In early 1982 Davies put his label and production company on hold to become President of ATV Music Canada. At ATV, he developed the songwriting careers, of Eddie Schwartz, David Tyson, Aldo Nova, the Pukka Orchestra, Headpins, Chilliwack and Toronto, and became a full-time music publisher.

In 1986, as a result of ATV’s purchase by Michael Jackson, Davies formed The Music Publisher (TMP) and built it into Canada’s largest and most successful independent music publisher over the next 14 years. Frank Davies sold TMP to Alliance Communications Corporation and A&F Music in 1994, staying on as its President/CEO until the end of 1999, at which time he founded the music consultancy firm he currently operates – Let Me Be Frank Inc.

TMP secured over 1,500 cover recordings, of the 5,000 Canadian songs Davies published, by artists as diverse as Joe Cocker, Bonnie Raitt, Alice Cooper, The Doobie Brothers, Tom Cochrane, Cher, Don Henley & Sheryl Crow, kd Lang, Tanya Tucker, Alannah Myles, Loverboy, Terri Clark, Emmylou Harris, Wynonna, George Jones, Bette Midler, The Carpenters, Blue Oyster Cult, Amanda Marshall and The Guess Who. Indeed, I can guess who:

 

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‘Do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’

During the TMP years Frank Davies signed and published the songs of many more songwriters and artists. TMP opened a Nashville office in the mid-90s.

Since founding Let Me Be Frank Inc, Davies has been the executive producer for albums by Serena Ryder – whom he brought to EMI Music – The Rankin Family and The Treasures whose debut was released by Universal in the spring. He is currently working on the solo debut for Heather Rankin. LMBF also publishes the works of longtime client and record producer David Tyson, is a consultant to corporate client Ole Media Management, and has consulted to Microsoft/XBox, as well as the Dept of Canadian Heritage, the Neighbouring Rights Collective of Canada and to a variety of songwriters, artists and music publishers with respect to the sale and acquisition of their copyright catalogues.

Davies has served as a director on industry boards including CARAS (Vice President/Trustee), CMRRA (Chair), FACTOR, PROCAN, Canadian Music Publishers Association (CMPA), OMDC, SOCAN and the Socan Foundation (Chair).

In 1998 Frank Davies founded the non-profit Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame/Le panthéon des auteurs et compositeurs Canadiens (CSHF/PACC) serving as its Chairman until 2004. The Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame has inducted Canadian songwriters such as Gordon Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, RUSH, Robbie Robertson, Joni Mitchell and Oscar Peterson.

Frank Davies has sat on the following Canadian Boards:

  • CHAIRMAN – Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, 2000-04
  • Ontario Media Development Corporation, 2001-02
  • FOUNDING MEMBER – Canadian Independent Record Production Association, 1970
  • VICE-PRESIDENT & TRUSTEE – Canadian Academy of Recording Arts & Sciences, 1983-90
  • CHAIRMAN – The SOCAN Foundation, 1990-97
  • Foundation to Assist Canadian Talent on Record (FACTOR) 1985-88
  • Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers (SOCAN) 1990-99
  • Performing Rights Organization of Canada (PROCAN) 1983-89
  • Music Promotion Foundation (MPF) 1985-90
  • EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE – Canadian Music Publishers Association, 1982-2000
  • CHAIRMAN – Canadian Musical Reproduction Rights Agency, 1982-2000

Frank Davies has bagged the following awards:

  • Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, Special Achievement Award (2005)
  • Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers of Canada Special Achievement Award (2004)
  • Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences Dedicated Service Award (1993)
  • Juno Award Dedicated Service Award (1990)
  • MARQUEE MAGAZINE FRANK DAVIES named one of the ‘Top 30: Canadian Music’s Power Brokers’
  • PROCAN AWARD Dedicated Service Award (1990)
  • THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1990)
  • THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1989)
  • RECORD WORLD MAGAZINE (US) Gold Label Award (1977)

 

 

At the time that my life was made deliberately unbearable by people at St George’s and when Tony and Sadie Francis were busy perjuring themselves in order to try and have me imprisoned – with the full knowledge of the BMA, the MDU and the MDU solicitors Hempsons – the Tories were determined to force Thatch out.

This man – a lawyer from south Wales and a lifelong friend of Ronnie Waterhouse – who undoubtedly knew about the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, stuck the first knife in:

 

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Most of the bestest friends of Dafydd and the paedophiles backed this man – originally from Swansea – when he challenged Thatch for the leadership, Thatch’s campaign being run by Peter Morrison:

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This man also stood against Thatch – he had been Home Secretary throughout many of the years when the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles were simply ignored and their victims died in prison:

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This was the eventual lucky winner:

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The following people all held leading roles in Gov’t Depts which were directly responsible for concealing the paedophile rings active in north Wales and in London while I worked at St George’s:

 

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Politics being what it is, some of those in this Hall of Lame will have been working for the security services and will protest that they were gathering info and working behind the scenes without breaking cover. Whatever it was that they thought they were doing, it absolutely was not enough. They were frightened to touch the Top Doctors and they shouldn’t have been. They should have admitted to the public what was going on, admitted that the NHS was not safe and gone in there and arrested Dafydd et al. They didn’t and people died.

 

Up in Bangor University, this man was in camouflage as he kept the paedophile gang in business:

  • Eric Sunderland (1930–2010), President of the University ...

 

After Eric Sunderland died, his widow fulfilled her lifelong ambition and purchased herself a Porsche. A few years previously the body of one of the Hergest Unit patients who had died as a result of serious clinical negligence was kept in cold storage for months because he hadn’t left enough money to pay for his burial and none of his three surviving relatives – two of whom were also near-destitute mental health patients – could afford to pay for his funeral either. The dead man had grown up ‘in care’. Eventually after much wrangling, the local authority agreed to pay for a pauper’s funeral. No members of mental health staff went, but a few Hergest patients did.

The nearest Porsche dealers to Mrs Sunderland’s house at Beaumaris are in Ellesmere Port and Cheshire – Knutsford and Warrington, just down the road from Risley Remand Centre.

Happy motoring Mrs S, one hopes that it is not a case of CRASH, as it was for my house mate and a few other witnesses to the wrongdoing of the paedophiles and their friends. And if you develop a brain tumour, for God’s sake don’t go to the Walton Centre.

 

The man ensuring that things continued to run smoothly at the hands of Eric was of course the Chancellor of UCNW:

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Carlo’s Private Secretary who told people that Carlo couldn’t get involved when people wrote to Carlo informing him that children were being abused in north Wales was Edward Adeane:

 

 

Read about the slippery character Adeane in my post ’95 Glorious Years’.

 

 

Sir Peter Morrison – the child molester
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His supplier:

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The woman who died in the Ritz, alone, except for a paid Angel who was in attendance. As opposed to being murdered by the screws in Risley Remand Centre or somehow ending up buried in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh:

 

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Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum and Mason Connection

Just thought I’d write a quick post about one of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain’s colleagues and friends.

Introducing Sir George Pinker, Royal gynaecologist and obstetrician. George Douglas Pinker was born in 1924 in Calcutta, the second son of Queenie and Ronald Pinker, a horticulturalist who worked for Sutton’s Seeds.

Pinker was educated at Reading School. He did his medical training at St Mary’s Hospital Medical School, Paddington, qualifying in 1947. Although a talented singer, Pinker turned down a contract with the D’Oyly Carte Opera Company to pursue a career in medicine. The Queen Mum – Gawd Bless ‘Er –  attended at least one of his operatic performances at St Mary’s, in her capacity as Patron of both the hospital and the medical school, accompanied by the two young princesses, Lilibet and Ma’am Darling.

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Pinker served his National Service in the RAMC in Singapore, where he did much of his specialist training under Benjamin Henry Sheares. Returning to civilian life at the Radcliffe Infirmary in Oxford in 1958, Pinker was appointed a consultant in obstetrics and gynaecology to St. Mary’s Hospital and Samaritan Hospital for Women, both of which he served for the next 31 years. He later also held the position of consulting gynaecological surgeon to the Middlesex Hospital; Soho Hospital for Women; Bolingbroke Hospital, Battersea; and the Radcliffe Infirmary from 1969-80.

Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex Hospital and was of a similar vintage to Pinker. Geoffrey Chamberlain’s wife Jocelyn worked at the Middlesex for many years.

Pinker was involved with the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists for decades. He served as Honorary Treasurer, 1970-77; was elected Vice-President in 1980 and then served as President, 1987-90. Sir Stanley Simmons succeeded Pinker as President, then in 1993 dear old Chamberlain succeeded Simmons. Chamberlain had to resign in 1994 after being caught in that research fraud with Malcolm Pearce (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). I have previously speculated that it was Chamberlain’s influential friends who ensured that Pearce took the rap for everything – Malcolm was struck off, but Chamberlain didn’t even find himself in front of the GMC. It won’t have been Chamberlain’s mate Cilla who pulled those particular strings, it will have been somebody with connections to far grander people than she who loved Liverpool so much that she lived in a mansion in Buckinghamshire.

Pinker was a past President of the British Fertility Society and his wiki entry states that he ‘supported the research that led to the birth in 1978 of Louise Brown, the first test-tube baby’.

I’m wondering how true this is – Patrick Steptoe and Robert Edwards were outcasts until virtually the day that Louise Brown was born, it’s why the research wasn’t done in the grand institutions in London. Patrick Steptoe was very bitter about this and had a public spat with Robert Winston, because Winston opposed Steptoe and Edwards’s work but once Louise was born, Robert Winston jumped on the bandwagon and became the guru of IVF himself.

Now how did Robert Winston manage to colonise the field so successfully when he had opposed the research and had not built up experience in the field? Could it have had anything to do with Winston working at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School, part of the University of London, over which Lord Brian Flowers – a man originally from Swansea – wielded so much influence (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’)? Flowers ruled supreme as VC of the entire University of London, 1985-90, but his particular domain was the Royal Postgraduate Medical School and Imperial College. The subsequent mergers of various institutions in London resulted in many of the ‘leading’ medical researchers being brought under the umbrella of the Imperial College of Science, Technology and Medicine, including the bunch at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS. After Oinker’s mate Chamberlain had retired from the NHS, Chamberlain took up a lecturing job at Swansea University.

Here’s Lord Flowers of serious organised crime, with an admirer:

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My first thought when I read that Pinker had been behind Steptoe and Edwards all the way was that history was being rewritten. However, Bob Edwards did his PhD in the Zoology Dept at dear old UCNW (Bangor University). It took Bangor decades before they dared admit that Bob Edwards had been a student of theirs – we used to roll around laughing as year after year, the Bangor prospectus boasted about their famous old boy Roger Whittacker. ‘I Don’t Want To Leave Old Durham Town’. Well Eric Sunderland did precisely that when he was called back to Paedophilia Central in 1984, when Dafydd et al were in need of reinforcements and Eric was installed as Principal/VC at UCNW (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). If I’d have known that Eric was a paedophiles’ friend every bit as bad as the rest of them I’d have gatecrashed his funeral and whistled ‘The Last Farewell’ a la Roger as his body was consigned to the dust.

I wonder if the paedophiles’ friends quietly capitalised on Bob Edwards’s fame after Louise’s birth, even if they wouldn’t publicly acknowledge him?  Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW and William and Harry were both delivered by George Pinker. I wouldn’t put it past any of these multi-faceted tossers to have maxed out on Steptoe and Edwards behind the scenes, whether Pinker really did support Steptoe and Edwards’s early work or not.

 

No it wasn’t, that’s why people in north Wales were found dead, lest the identities of certain well-connected dirty old men were ever revealed.

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Pinker was the Queen’s surgeon-gynaecologist, 1973-90 and attended nine royal births.

I distinctly remember that when Diana’s pregnancy with William was announced, comments from the Palace at the time implied that William would be born at the Palace – as previous heirs to the throne always had been. There was discussion among old lefties that the Palace had better facilities than some NHS hospitals. However, before long it was announced that William would be born at the Lindo Wing, St Mary’s. Pinker’s wiki entry gives us some indication of why there was a rapid change of plan.

Pinker was head consultant in the Lindo wing.

 Furthermore, we are told that ‘Pinker’s involvement had begun after a melodramatic gesture by the Princess, who was three months pregnant but whose relationship with her husband was already unravelling. She threw herself down a staircase at Sandringham in January 1982; while a local doctor was summoned, Pinker left London to attend to his Royal patient and found that although she had suffered severe bruising, the foetus was uninjured.’

Diana herself later described this ‘melodramatic gesture’ as a suicide attempt. It may only have been a half-hearted one, but it has now been admitted that by the time that she chucked herself down the Royal staircase, Diana was incredibly distressed. At the time, a statement was given to the media claiming that Diana had ‘fallen down the stairs’, but ‘the baby was unharmed’. I had a friend who was very angry that there had been no public statement regarding the health of the person who was gestating the unharmed foetus. Now we know why – she was distraught.

Pinker’s wiki entry tells us that Pinker ‘had been under pressure’ from Diana to induce William, but Pinker insisted that birth was a natural process. One wonders if Pinker should have listened to his patient because wiki tells us that ‘it was a difficult labour…it lasted 16 hours and at one stage Pinker and his medical team considered performing an emergency Caesarean section, but in the event the Princess gave birth naturally to a boy weighing 7 lb 10 oz’.

What I remember about the Royal birth was that afterwards Carlo appeared in front of the TV cameras looking quite freaked out and asked for the cheering mob outside of the hospital to please belt up because Diana needed to crash out. I wondered at the time if that had been a birth which had nearly gone badly wrong and my suspicions were confirmed when Diana took a rather long time to emerge for the obligatory photo-shoot with the baby on the hospital steps. Someone had obviously spent a great deal of time on Diana’s hair, clothes, make-up etc, but nonetheless, she looked rough. She had huge black rings around her eyes. In fact Diana looked a lot more the worse for wear than any new mother I ever saw whilst I worked on the delivery suite at St George’s.

Carlo then made some very Charlesish comments and ‘praised the drug companies’ which manufactured the pain-killers used in labour on the grounds that women might not want their husbands with them whilst they delivered if they did not have access to pain relief.

Er – did Diana sock Carlo one perhaps, among much cursing re his hobnobbing with Camilla? It was not the fairy-tale marriage that we were told that it was, but luckily George Oinker was on hand to tell the silly girl what was what. And to nearly fuck-up the Royal birth.

Then there were the media reports alleging that after William’s birth, Diana was rowing with Carlo and stating that there was no way that she was going through that again, when Carlo mentioned the necessity of a spare to go with the heir.

Did anyone call in a different Top Doctor, one who perhaps could reassure Diana that the next time the delivery would be handled differently? No of course they didn’t. When Diana became pregnant with Harry, Oinker was called straight back in and it was off to Lindo Wing again.

I wondered what sort of history as a Top Doc Oinker had when some time after the Royal birth, it was reported that a madwoman had threatened to kill Oinker. Poor old Oinker was so frightened and the threats from the Bertha Mason character were taken so seriously that Oinker was given police protection. It was reported that Oinker had performed a hysterectomy on Bertha, that Bertha ‘blamed him for the loss of her organs’ and – being insane – had threatened to kill him. I think that Bertha had ‘spent time in a mental hospital’. Bertha was subsequently banged up for life.

It sounds to me as though Bertha was very angry with Oinker. As for ‘blaming him for the loss of her organs’ – well he was to blame, Oinker performed the hysterectomy, it wasn’t the gardener who did it. I know of a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh patient who was sterilised without her informed consent because ‘if we don’t, she’ll get pregnant’. She certainly would have, the staff were shagging her. I knew that patient myself, but I bet that there were many more like her. The patient in question had been ‘under’ – probably literally – this Top Doctor when she was sterilised without her consent:

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Oinker’s mate Geoffrey Chamberlain was concealing the paedophile ring which the above was facilitating.

Now would someone care to find out why the Madwoman in the Attic was so bloody angry with Oinker, what the circumstances were when he operated upon her and how serious the threats towards him really were? Because some of Oinker’s friends were concealing the organised sexual abuse of children, mental health patients and people with learning disabilities.

Oinker had many very rich patients in his Harley Street practice, including scores from the middle east. When I worked at St George Hospital Medical School’s, one of the Top Doctors told me that his mate in Harley Street was performing FGM, although it had been outlawed for years by then.

Anyone for prosecuting some Somali women from Cardiff?

Pinker married former Angel Dorothy Russell in London in 1951. The couple had four children: Catherine and Ian (twins), Robert and William. The junior Oinkers will no doubt be occupying influential positions somewhere, defending Oinker’s reputation.

There is a Prof Robert Pinker who is a social policy specialist. He has held Chairs at Goldsmiths College; Chelsea College and the LSE. Prof Pinker was formerly the acting Chair of the Press Complaints Commission. He is too young to be Oinker’s son, but I’m wondering if he might be Oinker’s brother…

Oinker was Assistant Concert Director of Reading Symphony Orchestra and then in 1988 Vice-President of the London Choral Society. Oinker died in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire in 2007.

In 1964 Oinker and ‘several distinguished colleagues’ founded the Childbirth Research Centre. Changing its name to Birthright in 1972, it is now known as Wellbeing of Women. Somehow Oinker persuaded Diana to become a Patron in 1984.

The aim of the charity was to reduce the number of women and babies who died during pregnancy and childbirth. So Wellbeing of Women is not doing too well is it. An early donation funded research which ‘established that a deficiency in folic acid was a factor in malformed babies’. Pregnant women across the world now take folic acid supplements. I described in my post ‘Feet In Chains’ how in the 1990s, the GPs in Bethesda religiously prescribed folic acid for all women who were trying to become pregnant, whilst ignoring reports of child abuse as well as the destitution and abuse of mental health patients.

The charity also ‘funded crucial research into epidurals which means that millions of women now benefit from a relatively pain-free birth’. Or at least they do if there is an anaesthetist available, which is not always the case in UK maternity units.

One early piece of research funded by Oinker’s charity into the diagnosis of Down’s Syndrome ‘helped make the amniocentesis test more accurate’. That test carries with it a risk of miscarriage. Women were also refused the test if they refused to abort their baby if it did have Down’s.

Oinker’s charity also ‘discovered a link between smoking and pre-eclampsia and babies being born underweight’. Which is worth knowing, but there was that patient at St George’s who’s pre-eclampsia wasn’t managed properly, so it developed into eclampsia. She died in the hospital after a junior doctor screwed up, so Oinker’s mate Geoffrey Chamberlain held an investigation and blamed a midwife.

We are told that Diana ‘was devoted to the charity, explaining: ‘To long for a baby and not to be able to have one must be devastating. I don’t know how I would cope with that. And if my work for Birthright can alleviate that suffering for just one couple, it will have been all worthwhile.’

There are people who now have happy families as a result of advances in fertility treatment which is great. There are also many couples who have spent many thousands of pounds on fertility treatment which Top Docs knew was unlikely to be successful and who have never come to terms with not having children, because no-one helped them with that bit. There are however a number of Top Docs who have become very, very rich on the profits from their fertility clinics. See my post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’.

In the 1980s, whilst Diana was Patron of what was then Birthright, Professor Stuart Campbell of King’s College, London, received funding from Oinker’s charity for a project that developed an ultrasound that would identify babies at risk of stillbirth by finding out if they had abnormal blood flow. Stuart Campbell was drafted in as Prof and Head of the Academic Dept of Obs and Gynae at St George’s after that embarrassing research fraud committed by Chamberlain and Pearce. Another scandal subsequently blew up involving Stuart Campbell and the Dept was closed down. The sex trafficking ring that the whole lot of them were facilitating wasn’t closed down.

During the 1990s, Oinker’s mates ‘funded research into contraception’. Dr Cathy Wilson’s mass slaughter of rats and careful examination of their brains at St George’s was allegedly directed towards researching improved contraceptive methods. Had Cathy not been an idiot, it might have all been worth it, but no, I don’t think that Cathy was going to make any medical advances.

Oinker’s charity was renamed Wellbeing of Women in 2004. Wellbeing of Women partnered with 100 Women in Hedge Funds to fund a project which ‘advanced our understanding of the genetics of cerebral palsy’. Cerebral palsy is often a result of births which have been mismanaged. Some of the negligence settlements in such cases run into millions. I wonder if Oinker et al thought that it might be worth flagging up the alleged genetic contribution to such conditions in order to ease the strain on the Top Doctors in court?

There were two babies born at St David’s Hospital in Bangor in the early 1980s with severe cerebral palsy. Both deliveries were done by the same Top Doc, St David’s denied all responsibility and neither family received a penny in compensation. The Top Doc then screwed up a delivery so badly that the baby died. The Top Doc left to begin a new career in Australia, which I am told was very successful. The baby in north Wales remained dead.

The charity also ‘funded research that helped reverse brain damage in newborn babies’. Bloody hell – Oinker’s lot found a way of ‘reversing brain damage’??? Well why haven’t they been awarded a Nobel prize? Why hasn’t anybody heard of these people? Are they just so modest that they have shunned the publicity?

Oinker et al funded a project ‘that helped women suffering from recurrent miscarriage go on to have a successful pregnancy, by identifying ‘Natural Killer cells’ in the mother’s immune system.

Risley Remand Centre had lots of Natural Killer Cells, the victims of Dafydd et al were found dead in them constantly (see post ‘ Include Me Out’).

In 2007, Gordon Brown’s wife Sarah became Patron of Wellbeing of Women. In 2007 Gordon Brown appointed Baroness Patricia Scotland QC as Attorney General. Scotland acted as Counsel for the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry and cross-examined the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles so aggressively that some of them collapsed. ‘Nuff said.

In 2008, Wellbeing of Women was announced as one of the beneficiary charities of the Lord Mayor’s Appeal, along with ORBIS. Prince William was Patron of the appeal. Funds raised from the appeal ‘enabled Wellbeing of Women to establish the Baby Bio Bank, a unique international resource storing genetic data from ‘family trios’ of mother, father and baby. This bank of genetic information will facilitate on-going research into the persistent complications of pregnancy and birth, including miscarriage, premature birth and pre-eclampsia’.

That was 10 years ago. We’re still waiting…

In March 2013, Wellbeing of Women launched a major new partnership with PwC. PwC are long term sponsors of two of Wellbeing of Women’s flagship events – the Annual Women’s Lunch Debate and Annual Celebrity Cricket Match. In 2013 PwC broadened and increased their support of Wellbeing of Women, by supporting two Wellbeing of Women funded researchers.

Wellbeing of Women has an ongoing partnership with BHS. Karen Brady designed a collection of workwear dresses to be sold at BHS in aid of the charity in 2012  and in 2013, Emma Forbes launched another collection of dresses to be sold in aid of the charity.

Frocks – it’s what the little ladies are really interested in. And of course ‘role models’ like Baroness Karen Brady, who began her career flogging advertising space for a porn baron and who was investigated by the Met for white-collar crime (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’).

In December 2011, in the run-up to the 2012 Summer Olympics, Clara Maidment shot a charity calendar in aid of Wellbeing of Women. Twelve British female sporting celebrities posed in the lingerie of Nichole de Carle, wearing jewellery by Samila Hughes and Coster Diamonds. I have no idea who any of these people are and I don’t know whether Coster Diamonds is the name of a human being or a brand of gem stone. Neither can I be bothered to look it up.

Wellbeing of Women runs a series of Literary Lunches at Fortnum & Mason, which features a prominent author in conversation with Eve Pollard or Baroness Jenkin of Kennington. Previous authors have included PD James, Barbara Taylor Bradford, Penny Vincenzi, Julian Fellowes and Ffion Hague.

Ffion worked as a civil servant in the Welsh Office while that dept concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and her husband William organised the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry when he was Secretary of State for Wales.

Wellbeing of Very Posh Women also run a series called ‘An Audience with…’ at Fortnum and Mason.

Wellbeing of Very Posh Women is the beneficiary charity of the Inspirational Women of the Year Awards, which are run in association with the ‘Daily Mail’ and in 2012 were sponsored by Sanctuary Spa. I do hope that the Inspirational Women remember to read the ‘Daily Mail’ regularly, with its constant offering of scare stories about cancer, misunderstood reporting of research, invention of new parts of the body, such as ‘side boobs’ and advice on how to avoid cellulite and other medical conditions invented by women’s magazines. Then for a bonus the Inspirational Women can log onto Mail Online and take a look at the Side Bar of Shame with its photos of the 15 yr old children of celebs in swimwear who are now all grown up and showing off their curves. 

On 12 October 2011, the Right Rev Vincent Nichols gave the first annual Sir George Pinker Memorial Address for Wellbeing of Women. Vincent Nichols was the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Birmingham, 2000-09 and is currently Archbishop of Westminster.

While he was Archbishop of Birmingham, Nichols had to respond to the sexual abuse cases that were alleged in that diocese. Among Nichols’s first public acts in his role as Archbishop of Westminster was a statement on the issue of clerical physical and sexual abuse in Ireland. In his own words: ‘Every time there is a single incident of abuse in the Catholic Church it is a scandal. And I’m glad it’s a scandal’. He was, however criticised widely on the issue of priests facing up to their crimes, where he claimed, ‘That takes courage and also we shouldn’t forget that this account today will also overshadow all of the good that they also did’.

And Dafydd’s helped a lot of people. And I misunderstood him. And when they say no they mean yes.

‘There is no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales which was concealed at a high level.’

 

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Mick Jagger was awarded a knighthood in Lilibet’s Birthday honours in 2002. Lilibet allegedly refused to meet him, so Carlo knighted him in 2003.

 

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Bottoms Up!

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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.

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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.

 

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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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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…

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Defence Of The Realm

The British media have been overwhelmed by the birth of the latest addition to the Royal Family, William and Kate’s baby son, Louis. Louis has been named after Lord Louis Mountbatten – Prince Philip’s uncle – who was a substantial influence on his grand-nephew, Prince Charles. People of my vintage will remember that the press used to report on the close relationship that Prince Charles had with Lord Mountbatten and how Mountbatten fulfilled the role of Charles’s ‘honorary grandfather’. Mountbatten was killed by the IRA in 1979 and Charles was very deeply upset – he was famously photographed in tears at Mountbatten’s funeral.

Mountbatten was 79 years old when he was killed – he was a figure from Britain’s Imperial past, the 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma and the Viceroy of India.

From the time of his birth in 1900 until 1917, when he and several other relations of King George V dropped their German styles and titles, Mountbatten was known as His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Battenberg. He was the youngest child of Prince Louis of Battenberg and Princess Victoria of Hesse and by Rhine.  His sister was Princess Alice of Battenberg, mother of Prince Philip.

Mountbatten’s nickname among family and friends was ‘Dickie’, although ‘Richard’ was not among his given names. This was because his great-grandmother, Queen Victoria, had suggested the nickname of ‘Nicky’, but to avoid confusion with the many Nickys of the Russian Imperial Family, ‘Nicky’ was changed to ‘Dickie’. Queen Victoria was one of his godparents, as was Nicholas II of Russia and Prince Francis Joseph of Battenberg. 

Mountbatten was educated at home for the first 10 years of his life. Then he was sent to Lockers Park School and on to the Royal Naval College, Osborne. In childhood he visited the Imperial Court of Russia and became close to the doomed Russian Imperial Family. He kept a photo of his cousin Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna at his bedside for the rest of his life.

In July 1916 Mountbatten was posted as midshipman and saw action in WWI.

In 1917 when the Royal Family adopted the name ‘Windsor’, Mountbatten’s father Prince Louis of Battenberg became known as Louis Mountbatten. Mountbatten acquired the courtesy title of Lord Louis Mountbatten – in 1946 he received a peerage, making him a ‘real’ Lord Louis Mountbatten.

After WWI, Mountbatten undertook a short course for ex-servicemen at Christ’s College, Cambridge. He was elected for a term to the standing committee of the Cambridge Union Society and was suspected of being sympathetic to the Labour Party.

In 1920 Mountbatten accompanied Edward, Prince of Wales, on a Royal tour of Australia on the battlecruiser to which Mountbatten had been posted. In 1921 he accompanied the Prince of Wales on a Royal tour of India and Japan – Edward and Mountbatten formed a close friendship during the tour. In 1923 Mountbatten was posted to the Mediterranean Fleet and in 1924 he briefly studied at the Royal Naval College, Greenwich.

Mountbatten continued with his Naval career and then in June 1936 was appointed Personal Naval Aide-de-Camp to King Edward VIII. In July 1936 he joined the Naval Air Division of the Admiralty.

Mountbatten saw action again in WWII. He was involved in the Battle of Crete and the sinking of Mountbatten’s ship by German dive bombers in 1941 served as the basis for one of Noel Coward’s films. Coward was a personal friend of Mountbatten. Mountbatten was a favourite of Churchill and in 1941 Mountbatten became Chief of Combined Operations. In Aug 1943, Churchill appointed Mountbatten as the Supreme Allied Commander South East Asia Command with promotion to acting full Admiral.

In Feb 1947, Clement Attlee appointed Mountbatten as Viceroy of India with responsibility for overseeing the transfer of power and independence. Mountbatten concluded that a united India was not possible and prepared for partition. When India and Pakistan attained independence in Aug 1997, Mountbatten stayed on in New Delhi for ten months, serving as India’s first Governor-General.

Mountbatten’s record regarding India is seen as very mixed. One common view is that he hastened the independence process unduly and recklessly, foreseeing vast disruption and loss of life and not wanting this to occur on the British watch, but thereby actually helping it to occur, especially in Punjab and Bengal. J.K. Galbraith, the Harvard economist who advised the Governments of India during the 1950s and who served as the American Ambassador, 1961-63, was a particularly harsh critic of Mountbatten.

Rhodri Morgan was at Harvard in the early 1960s, undertaking an MA in Gov’t. He will have studied with Galbraith’s colleagues.

After India, Mountbatten served as Commander of the 1st Cruiser Squadron in the Mediterranean Fleet and, having been granted the substantive rank of Vice-Admiral in June 1949, he became Second-in-Command of the Mediterranean Fleet in April 1950. He became Fourth Sea Lord at the Admiralty in June 1950. He then returned to the Mediterranean to serve as Commander-in-Chief, Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces Mediterranean from June 1952. Mountbatten was promoted to the substantive rank of full Admiral in Feb 1953. In March 1953, he was appointed Personal Aide-de-Camp to HM the Queen.

Mountbatten served his final posting at the Admiralty as First Sea Lord and Chief of the Naval Staff from April 1955-July 1959. He was promoted to Admiral of the Fleet in Oct 1956.

 

I have discussed in previous posts how many of those who concealed the criminality of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles had served in the Royal Navy or had links with the Admiralty. Of course lots of people have served in the Royal Navy, but one name repeatedly came to mind whilst I was reading the details of Mountbatten’s Naval career – Admiral Sir Alec Bingley.

Sir Alec was the husband of Lady Juliet Bingley and the father of William Bingley. Lady Juliet and William Bingley colluded with and concealed the organised sexual abuse of children and psychiatric patients and the associated serious criminal activity during the many years when they occupied senior roles at MIND and William Bingley continued this valuable service for Dafydd and the paedophiles when he was appointed Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see posts ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Lady Juliet was certainly well-connected – she was a personal friend of Dom Mintoff, the PM of Malta and acted as a ‘messenger’ between him and the British Gov’t. The Bingleys had lived in Malta when Sir Alec was stationed there. A number of people involved with the north Wales and other UK paedophile rings who were convicted of child sex offences had retired to Malta. Lady Juliet was a former medical almoner (social worker) and her father had been a Top Doctor at Barts.

There are photos available of Louis Mountbatten in Malta, but I don’t know if he was stationed there like Sir Alec.

Sir Alec, like Mountbatten, had a long and distinguished career in the Navy. Sir Alec was five years younger than Lord Mountbatten and joined the Royal Navy as a cadet in 1918. He served in WWII on the staff of the Commander-in-Chief of the Home Fleet. In 1943 and 1944 Sir Alec was Commander of aircraft carriers and in 1945 he was Commander of the Mobile Naval Air Base HMS Nabaron. After the war he was Deputy Director of Air Warfare. He went on to be Chief of Staff to the Flag Officer (Air) and then Commander of the aircraft-carrier HMS Eagle in 1952.

Sir Alec was appointed Fifth Sea Lord and Deputy Chief of Naval Staff (Air) in 1954 and Flag Officer, Aircraft Carriers in 1958. He was made Commander-in-Chief, Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces Mediterranean in 1959 and then Commander-in-Chief, Portsmouth and Allied Commander-in-Chief, Channel in 1961; Sir Alec retired in 1963.

So Sir Alec – as Fifth Sea Lord and Chief of Naval Air Services, 1954-56 – served directly under Mountbatten.

The names of two other people who served as First Sea Lord jumped out at me as well – Admiral Sir David Luce, First Sea Lord 1963-66 and Admiral of the Fleet Sir Michael Le Fanu, First Sea Lord, 1968-70. Sir David Luce is the uncle of Lord Richard Luce, a member of Thatcher’s Cabinet who held Ministerial positions in the Foreign Office (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The comedian Miranda Hart is Richard Luce’s niece. Go on Miranda, do that face that you do for the camera! Do you still feel like making jokes about sad lonely women who are desperate to get engaged now that I’ve outed your extended family as concealing a paedophile gang? Don’t forget that little song and dance routine that you seem to do at the end of every episode, you know when you hold hands with your mum and your flat mate…

I think that Sir Michael Le Fanu is related to the Top Doctor James Le Fanu – Sir Michael is possibly James Le Fanu’s father. James Le Fanu is known as a Top Doc of right wing views who scribbles for ‘The Spectator’ and the Torygraph and enjoys being controversial. In the early 1990s James Le Fanu was a partner in a GPs practice in Trevelyan Road, Tooting and for all I know he may still be. How do I know? Because it was the GPs practice that I was registered with when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-91. The St George’s who had employed Professor Oliver Brooke as their Professor of Paediatrics, who in 1986 was imprisoned for the possession of a vast quantity of child porn. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring. Brooke was convicted and imprisoned but his colleagues at St George’s continued to conceal the paedophile ring of which Brooke was a member.

One of the the GPs from Le Fanu’s practice also held an academic position at the Dept of General Practice at St George’s. A female GP in Le Fanu’s practice in 1991 refused to treat me when I went to see her after Springfield Hospital – the mental health unit attached to St George’s – told me that I was going to be discharged without any treatment. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Drs Robin Jacobson and Alice Levinson, as well as Professor Nigel Eastman – all of St George’s/Springfield – knew that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was sexually exploiting patients and they also suspected that Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) was as well. Jacobson, Levinson and Eastman were well aware of how serious the criminality in north Wales was and were directly in contact with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Lucille Hughes. Dr Ruth White worked with the same team and will also have known, but I only have documentary evidence written by Jacobson, Levinson and Eastman (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’)

Le Fanu has written about ‘the fall of medicine’, which he attributes to ‘The New Genetics’ and to the ‘social theory’ of public health, such as the work of Ancel Keys. Do you know Dr Le Fanu, I think that the dreadful state of medicine has far more to do with the medical establishment colluding with serious criminality and research fraud, just as your colleagues in Trevelyan Road did.

Le Fanu will have known about Oliver Brooke and also the research fraud at St George’s perpetrated by Malcolm Pearce and Geoffrey Chamberlain (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Le Fanu will also know that after Pearce was struck off and Chamberlain resigned as President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, there was another scandal in the same Dept, so the Dept was closed down. It continued!! The Academic Dept of Obs and Gynae was closed but of course the Top Docs continued with their clinical work and then Rashmi Varma, the Top Doc who ran the fertility clinic, found herself in front of the GMC after it was alleged that she pressurised NHS patients into donating eggs for private patients. The GMC cleared her, but nonetheless Varma returned to her home country of India after declaring that she had ‘enemies’ in Britain who didn’t like her because she was female and Indian. Years later I met someone who had been working at St George’s during the Varma scandal who told me that she was undoubtedly guilty and was amassing a fortune by exploiting desperate infertile patients. It was true that Varma had enemies, but as the man who was on the scene at the time observed, they were all a bunch of complete bastards who were at each others throats.

Then there was Tony Francis’s mate Prof Hamid Ghodse who was working at St George’s and Springfield – the Hamid who was involved in drug dealing and distribution (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

One can only wonder what Frank Ball, the HR officer at St George’s, was doing throughout all this. I know some of what Frank was doing in 1990. He was complaining about me to my boss after I went to see him and showed him the abusive notes that had been left for me in my lab by another member of staff. Better to complain about me than deal with a gang of paedophiles employed in the medical school then Frank!

 

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed that recently someone stated that there are allegations that Lord Mountbatten was the member of the British Royal Family who was alleged to be abusing the residents of Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast. It was admitted in the 1985 Hughes Report that boys were sexually abused and prostituted at Kincora by a number of people.

Dr Morris Fraser, the Belfast child psychiatrist who was a member of PIE and convicted of child abuse, abused boys at Kincora. After the GMC failed to strike Fraser off the register in spite of his convictions for child sex offences, Fraser moved to England and worked as a psychiatrist at Springfield Hospital and UCH. The counsel for the GMC at Fraser’s fitness to practice hearing was Patrick Mayhew. Mayhew later became the Tory MP for Tunbridge Wells, the Solicitor General, 1983-87, the Attorney General, 1987-92 under Margaret Thatcher and then John Major and Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1992-97. It was Mayhew who as Attorney General authorised two prosecutions of me for contempt of court, although in both cases it was admitted that perjury had been committed. The perjurers were Dr Tony Francis, Dr Sadie Francis, Keith Fearns, Maggie Fookes, Bob Ingham and Jackie Brandt. No action was taken against any of them.

 

More recently it has been admitted that the boys at Kincora were abused by senior officers of the British Army, the RUC and Whitehall civil servants. It is alleged that Anthony Blunt – the Cambridge spy and art historian formerly responsible for the Royal Collection – molested boys at Kincora and that groups of gay men from the mainland used to go on jollies to Kincora.

The 1985 Hughes Report stated that the sort of abuse occurring at Kincora was occurring in children’s homes across the whole of the UK. Many of the gangs involved were linked.

 

When Mountbatten was murdered by the IRA in 1979, it was presumed that he had been targeted because he was a member of the Royal Family and comments made by Gerry Adams supported this view. However, others have claimed that Mountbatten was killed because of his involvement in the abuse at Kincora.

 

After leaving the Admiralty, Lord Mountbatten took up the position of Chief of the Defence Staff. He served in this post for six years during which he was able to consolidate the three service departments of the military branch into a single MoD. Mountbatten was appointed Colonel of the Life Guards, Gold Stick in Waiting and Life Colonel Commandant of the Royal Marines in 1965. He was Governor of the Isle of Wight from 20 July 1965 and then the first Lord Lieutenant of the Isle of Wight from 1 April 1974.

Between 1967-78, Mountbatten was president of the United World Colleges Organisation, then represented by a single college – Atlantic College in south Wales, the alma mater of the Baroness of Ely aka Eluned Morgan, who believes that she should be Wales’s next FM on the grounds that she is in possession of ovaries (see post ‘The Old Devils’). In 1978, Mountbatten passed the Presidency of the College to his great-nephew, the Prince of Wales.

 

In his book ‘Spycatcher’, Peter Wright claimed that in May 1968 Mountbatten attended a private meeting with press baron Cecil King and the Government’s Chief Scientific Adviser, Solly Zuckerman. Wright alleged that ‘up to thirty’ MI5 officers had joined a secret campaign to undermine the crisis-stricken Labour government of Harold Wilson and that King was an MI5 agent. In the meeting, King allegedly urged Mountbatten to become the leader of a Government of national salvation. Solly Zuckerman pointed out that it was ‘rank treachery’ and the idea came to nothing because of Mountbatten’s reluctance to act.

In 2006, the BBC documentary ‘The Plot Against Harold Wilson’ alleged that there had been another plot involving Mountbatten to oust Wilson during his second term in office (1974–76). The alleged plot revolved around right wing former military figures who were supposedly building private armies to counter the perceived threat from trade unions and the Soviet Union. They believed that the Labour Party, which was and still is partly funded by affiliated trade unions, was unable and unwilling to counter these developments and that Wilson was either a Soviet agent or at the very least a Communist sympathiser – claims that Wilson strongly denied. The documentary alleged that a coup was planned to overthrow Wilson and replace him with Mountbatten using the private armies and sympathisers in the military and MI5.

The first official history of MI5, ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ (2009), tacitly confirmed that there was a plot against Wilson and that MI5 did have a file on him. Yet it also made clear that the plot was in no way official and that any activity centred on a small group of discontented officers. This much had already been confirmed by former Cabinet Secretary Lord Hunt, who concluded in a secret inquiry conducted in 1996 that ‘there is absolutely no doubt at all that a few, a very few, malcontents in MI5…a lot of them like Peter Wright who were right-wing, malicious and had serious personal grudges – gave vent to these and spread damaging malicious stories about that Labour government.’

The security services certainly seemed to have been doing some rather odd things at this time. It is widely believed that the bizarre Old Bailey trial of the then leader of the Young Liberals Peter Hain for bank robbery in 1976 was the result of a fit-up by the security services because of Hain’s anti-apartheid activism. The judge who presided over Hain’s trial, Sir Alan King-Hamilton, was a notoriously dreadful old git and felt able to insult Peter Hain, although the charges against him were demonstrated to be ludicrous and he was acquitted.

Fred Holroyd, an MI6 officer who served in N Ireland in the 1970s, alleges that he was detained in a psychiatric hospital in order to discredit him because he was a witness to serious wrongdoing by the authorities in N Ireland. Holroyd maintains that there was a civil war between different factions of MI5 at the time and that there was a plot among some MI5 officers to destabilise Harold Wilson’s Gov’t.

My interest is in the collusion of the security services with the criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles, which undoubtedly happened. Whilst it is clear that there were a number of people in very senior positions who were abusing children and no doubt at the time they were protected because of their positions, I suspect that the reason why there is still so much reluctance to admit the extent of the problem and the associated cover-up isn’t because anyone really wants to protect dead paedophiles but because no-one wants to fess up that the medical and legal establishment were in this up to their necks. What would we do if the general public lost trust in the Top Docs and the judiciary? Answer – they’d be able to protect themselves, which Brown and I as well as scores of other much more vulnerable people than us were not able to do so. They were forced into prostitution and then found dead. Public safety should have been prioritised, not public confidence in the medical profession. People died because criminal Top Doctors were protected by corrupt lawyers and judges and were allowed to continue with their very serious wrongdoing.

Dafydd Alun Jones is still on the medical register. The bickering over the future of the derelict North Wales Hospital Denbigh continues, whilst the bodies of some of the victims are still buried out there.

 

Mountbatten married Edwina Ashley, the granddaughter of Sir Ernest Cassel and heir to his fortune, in 1922. Mountbatten stated that ‘Edwina and I spent all our married lives getting into other people’s beds’. I don’t mind how many beds of consenting adults either of them climbed into, but I’m seriously pissed off that Brown, I and some of our friends have had so much grief because we trod on the toes of the people who were facilitating a branch of the trafficking ring with which it is alleged that Mountbatten was involved.

Lord and Lady Mountbatten had two daughters, Patricia Knatchbull, sometime lady-in-waiting to HM the Queen and Lady Pamela Hicks, also sometime lady-in-waiting to the Queen.

Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent most of her life as lady-in-waiting to HM the Queen. Then there was the Queen Mum’s loyal servant, Backstairs Billy (satirised in Viz as Backdoor Billy), who died of an HIV related illness.

Furthermore Prince Charles had a deep and meaningful friendship with Jimmy Savile and took advice from Savile re the marital discord between him and Diana. Why Charles thought that a necrophiliac paedophile who had never had anything remotely like a normal relationship himself would make a good marriage guidance councillor I don’t know. It’s not even as if he was Laurens van der Post. Although after van der Post died it was revealed that he fathered a baby with the 14 year old girl after her parents had appointed him as her guardian. As Charles would say in the ‘Private Eye’ ‘Heir of Sorrows’ stories, ‘It really is appalling’.

I don’t know what is going on in the Royal Family, but if I was Kate I’d get the hell out of there along with the baby and change his name.

 

In his capacity as mentor to the young Prince Charles, Mountbatten encouraged Charles to enjoy the bachelor life and ‘sow his wild oats’ while he could and then marry a ‘young and inexperienced girl’ so as to ensure a stable married life. Er, yes. That particular plan backfired big time.

Mountbatten fancied himself as a marriage bureau for the Royals. It was he who had arranged the visit of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth to Dartmouth Royal Naval College in July 1939, taking care to include the young Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret in the invitation, but assigning his nephew, Cadet Prince Philip of Greece, to keep them amused while their parents toured the facility. This was the first recorded meeting of Charles’s future parents. Mountbatten’s efforts nearly came to nothing when a few months later he received a letter from his sister Alice in Athens informing him that Philip was visiting her and had agreed to permanently repatriate to Greece. Within days, Philip received a command from his cousin and sovereign, King George II of Greece, to resume his naval career in Britain which, though given without explanation, the young Phil obeyed.

In 1974, Mountbatten began corresponding with Charles about a potential marriage to his granddaughter, the Hon Amanda Knatchbull. After years of beating about the bush, in 1979 Charles did propose to Amanda but she turned him down. Unlike Di, she must have known what she would have been letting herself in for.

 

Mountbatten usually holidayed at his summer home, Classiebawn Castle, in County Sligo, Ireland. In 1978, the IRA had allegedly attempted to shoot Mountbatten as he was aboard his boat, but ‘choppy seas had prevented the sniper lining up his target’.

On 27 August 1979, Mountbatten went fishing in his wooden boat, which had been moored in the harbour at Mullaghmore. IRA member Thomas McMahon had slipped onto the unguarded boat that night and attached a radio-controlled bomb weighing 50 pounds. When Mountbatten was aboard, just a few hundred yards from the shore, the bomb was detonated. The boat was destroyed by the force of the blast and Mountbatten’s legs were almost blown off. Mountbatten was pulled alive from the water by nearby fishermen, but died from his injuries before being brought to shore. Also aboard the boat were his elder daughter Patricia (Lady Brabourne), her husband John (Lord Brabourne), their twin sons Nicholas and Timothy Knatchbull, John’s mother Doreen (Lady Brabourne) and Paul Maxwell, a young crew member from County Fermanagh. Nicholas (aged 14) and Paul (aged 15) were killed by the blast and the others were seriously injured. Doreen (aged 83) died from her injuries the following day.

Just for the record, no matter what Mountbatten had been involved in, they shouldn’t have done it. Although Dr D.G.E. Wood should most definitely be behind bars.

 

Now Blair, time to come clean about the details of the shabby deal that you thrashed out which led to the Good Friday Agreement but ensured that the truth about Kincora was buried. Along with the victims and witnesses.

 

 

 

Now I’ll revisit someone who has been featured previously on this blog but deserves another outing – Virginia Bottomley. Virginia was of course Health Secretary under John Major, 9 April 1992 – 5 July 1995. That was before devolution, so I will repeat my appeal for Virginia to come forward and explain why everyone was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was closed down when it wasn’t and of course for her to let us know why Dafydd was allowed to ‘retire’ in a deal which guaranteed that none of the very serious complaints about him would be followed up and into the bargain gave his charity CAIS the contract for providing ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). Virginia might also like to shed light on the stitching up of patient F as detailed in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’, because that happened on her watch as well. As did the declaration by the North Wales Police that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring in the region, although social workers were being convicted of offences against children in care and former kids in care were being found dead.

Virginia was born in Dunoon, Scotland, to Barbara Rutherford-Smith, a teacher and elected Conservative member of the ILEA and W. John Garnett, former Director of what was then called The Industrial Society.

Bottomley was educated at Putney High School, before going to the University of Essex. She later completed an MA at the LSE. Early in her career she worked life as a researcher for the Child Poverty Action Group, which was established by Peter Townsend and Brian Abel-Smith, two people who knew about the abuse of children and patients at the hands of the state but who ignored it (see post ‘The Old Devils’). Virginia also worked as a psychiatric social worker so she will have been complicit with that abuse. Bottomley was a magistrate and Chairman of the Inner London Juvenile Court. So Virginia had all avenues of escape from abusers nicely stitched up.

Virginia was elected to Parliament in a by-election in 1984 as the Tory MP for South West Surrey. That constituency covers Haslemere which I think is the stomping ground of Professor Vincent Marks – at least he was involved with the U3A there, so I presume that he is located nearby. Vincent not only knew about wrongdoing and research fraud in cancer research, but his brother John Marks was President of the BMA whilst the BMA were colluding with attempts to fit me up for serious offences (see posts ‘The Blog Post That Was Hacked Can Now Be Read’, ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

Someone else used to live near Haslemere as well when Ginny was the MP for that constituency – me. It was whilst I was living in Ginny’s constituency that I was targeted by a serial sex offender and Alun Davies was using subterfuge to access my home address and of course whilst the BMA were colluding with the criminality in north Wales.

Ginny was PPS to Chris Patten. Patten’s wife – Lady Lavender Patten of Barnes – was later Patron of Prof Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre. Mark Williams established that Centre on the back of a research fraud that he carried out when he was a clinical psychologist working with the Dafydd and the paedophiles in Bangor in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Whilst Lavender was Mark’s Patron, Chris Patten was Chancellor of Oxford University, where Mark Williams was employed and of which the Centre was a part of.

Ginny then moved on to work as PPS to Foreign Secretary Geoffrey Howe. Who before he entered politics was a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, whose members concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Geoffrey Howe was a lifelong close friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, who performed the mother of all cover-ups when he Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry. Waterhouse became a friend of Howe when they were students and in later life Waterhouse was entertained by Howe at Number 11, Chevening and Dorneywood. Howe helped Dafydd and the paedophiles out when he was Solicitor General, 1970-72 and he was a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t at the same time as Sir Peter Morrison, whilst Morrison was attending sex parties with kids in care, including in north Wales. Whilst Howe was Foreign Secretary, Morrison held positions as Minister of State for Employment, Minister of State for Trade and Industry, Deputy Tory Party Chairman and Minister of State for Energy (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

Geoffrey Howe was the constituency MP for a Surrey constituency, as was Sir Michael Grylls. Both of them knew about Sir Peter Morrison’s activities and Dafydd and the paedophiles. In my post ‘An Appalling Vista’ I explained why I am wondering if they were involved in the fit-up of patient F.

 

Ginny was appointed Minister of State at the DoH in 1989, so her knowledge of Dafydd, the paedophiles and the dungeon at Denbigh will have been gained before she was Secretary of State. Ginny will also have known that two successive Whitehall mandarins with responsibility for mental health – Brian McGinnis and Cliff Graham – were corrupt, concealing serious crime and facilitating organised sexual abuse within the mental health system (see post ‘The Old Devils’). Ginny will have known about the violence, abuse and murders in the special hospitals as well and that William Bingley was concealing the lot, as well as the activities of Dafydd et al in north Wales, in his role as Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘Security, Security’). By 1989 Gwynedd Health Authority was in such chaos that it was the subject of questions in the House (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). Ginny will have known…

 

Bottomley served as Secretary of State for National Heritage, 1995-97. In 1997 she returned to the backbenches and also become a headhunter at executive headhunting firm Odgers. Since 2000 Ginny has been Chair of Board Practice at Odgers Berndtson.

Ginny might like to illuminate another shady deal. Some nine years ago, Bangor University paid Todgers a great deal of money to headhunt a Director for the grand new Arts Centre that it was building, Pontio. Pontio was a huge multi-million pound development and was planned to serve the town of Bangor as well as the University. There is bugger all in terms of that sort of Centre in north west Wales and Pontio serves as the Students’ Union, the theatre, the art gallery, the cinema and also provides facilities for teaching, research and businesses. Todgers were tasked with supplying a Mr Big to direct development of Pontio in the early stages. It was Professor Fergus Lowe – who built his empire on his knowledge of the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – who went to Todgers, because Fungus was Thinking Big.

Todgers headhunted an utter twat. The twat had no understanding that Gwynedd was a bilingual region and he was completely disrespectful and insensitive to Welsh speakers. When he was told that he had to take their wishes into consideration he started whinging on about how they were going to burn his house down and refused to meet the Welsh speakers for discussions. Then he insulted the Students’ Union reps with whom he was supposed to be negotiating and made it quite clear that they were somewhere between the black plastic bin liner and the tea lady. After months of chaos, protests and demos, the twat from Todgers parted company with Bangor University and someone else was brought in to clear up the mess.

At the time the havoc was blamed on Fungus because no-one liked him anyway, but those in the know told me that Todgers behaved disgracefully and really screwed up. The twat from Todgers arrived just at the time that the paedophiles’ friends declared war on the VC, who had dared challenge them.

Todgers’ contribution to Pontio cost a great deal of money and delayed the building by many months.

Do you happen to know why Todgers sent a twat to Bangor University to cause discord, bad publicity and much embarrassment Virginia?

Bottomley has held numerous positions, including that of a non-executive Director of BUPA, 2007-13; a Vice-Patron of Carers and of Cruse Bereavement Care and a lay Canon of Guildford Cathedral.

Bottomley’s brother, Christopher Garnett, was Chief Executive of the train operating company GNER. Her cousins include Peter Jay, the former British Ambassador to the US and son-in-law of James Callaghan and Lord Hunt of Chesterton (Labour), father of Labour MP and historian Tristram Hunt. More distant relatives include Lord Oakeshott (Lib Dem) and Baron Jay of Ewelme, former British Ambassador to France. Dame Julia Cleverdon married Bottomley’s father, John. Her husband’s niece is Kitty Ussher, a former Blairite Labour minister (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’).

Virginia has three children, Cecilia, Adela and Joshua.

 

Cecilia Bottomley is a Top Doctor, a consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist who works at the Chelsea and Westminster NHS Foundation Trust. Cecilia is also involved in private practice and has worked for BUPA – well her mum was a Director of that company – and at the Lister Hospital, part of HCA Healthcare.

There is a Josh Bottomley who is has worked for Goldman Sachs, McKinsey, and as MD for LexisNexis and for The Financial Times Group. Josh then became Global Head of Display for Google in California and in 2012 was appointed Global Head of Digital for HSBC.

 

Virginia’s husband is Peter Bottomley, who was Tory MP for Woolwich West, then Eltham and is at present the MP for Worthing West. Peter Bottomley was born in Shropshire and his mother was a social worker. So he’ll know that there was organised child abuse in Shropshire linked to the north Wales gang that stretched back decades. In the early 1970s Bottomley founded the Neighbourhood Council in south Lambeth – when the kids in care were being abused both in children’s homes in Lambeth and also when they were sent on placement by Lambeth to north Wales.

Between 1978-80, Peter Bottomley was the President of the Conservative Trade Unionists. He was a Trustee with Christian Aid, 1978-84. Peter was for some years a member of the Monday Club, despite disagreeing with their policies on immigration, race relations, Rhodesia and South Africa. So one wonders why he bothered to join. He has been Chairman of the Church of England’s Children’s Society, a Trustee of MIND and of NACRO, another organisation which has done many a favour for the paedophiles and their friends (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Bottomley has also served on the policy committee of One Parent Families. He served on the successor committee to the Archbishop of Canterbury’s commission Faith in the City and Chaired the Churches’ review group on the Churches Main Committee. Bottomley is a member of the Ecclesiastical Committee and has been appointed the Parliamentary Warden at St. Margaret’s Church, Westminster. He is Vice Chair of WATCH, Women and the Church, supporting full equal acceptance of ‘females’. In which case he might like to go and have a word with them down at St David’s in Pembrokeshire, because they’re giving the new Bishop there a really bad time because she has the temerity to be a woman.

Following the 1983 General Election, Peter Bottomley became the PPS to the Secretary of State at the DHSS, Norman Fowler. So Peter Bottomley knows all about Dafydd and the paedophiles from his time as Fowler’s bag carrier then.

Bottomley was a junior Minister at the Dept of Employment, 1984-86. So he worked alongside Peter Morrison whilst Morrison was a Minister in that Dept. In 1989 Bottomley worked in the N Ireland Office and then in 1990 he spent a brief time as PPS to Peter Brooke, the Secretary of State for N Ireland…

Bottomley has been a member of Mental Health Groups in Parliament.

Bottomley’s brother was a Councillor in the paedophile-ridden Borough of Lambeth and his brother-in-law was the Mayor of Cambridge, a post also occupied by Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). In 1997 Keith Laverack, a senior manager of Cambridgeshire Social Services was imprisoned for child abuse (see post ‘The Mentor’). Laverack was imprisoned by the appalling Judge Huw Daniel, who spent years providing an excellent service to the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. I’m still waiting for Huw to tell us all why Laverack was hung out to dry but the rest of them were protected.

 

In 1989 Peter Bottomley successfully sued ‘The Mail On Sunday’, the ‘ Daily Express’ and ‘News Of The World’ over allegations connected with his support of the union membership of a social worker in his constituency accused of ‘misbehaviour’ in a children’s home. In 1995 he was awarded £40,000 against the ‘Sunday Express’ for an article that depicted him as having behaved in a treacherously disloyal and disreputable manner in connection with Sinn Fein/the IRA.

 

Previous posts have detailed some of the activities of Sir William Mars-Jones, a member of the judiciary who, like Huw Daniel, originated from north Wales and was a good friend to Dafydd and the paedophiles. My post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ described how in my collection of documents I have found letters with details of people who dared complain about the North Wales Hospital Denbigh which were CC’d to a Mrs D. Mars-Jones. I think that Mrs D. Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority, but even so, she should not have been party to some of the confidential information about patients which was being made available to her.

I could not work out who Mrs D. Mars-Jones was. William Mars-Jones’s wife was called Sheila, but I wondered if she used another name as well. William Mars-Jones was the son of the man who ran the Post Office in Llansannan, Denbighshire and was born William Jones. He only metamorphosed into Mars-Jones when he became a barrister and wanted to be rather more than a common or garden Jones. I thus presumed that he was the only Mars-Jones and therefore Mrs D must have been his wife.

However, I have uncovered some more Mars-Jones’s – they are agricultural merchants from Denbigh. One of them is a David Mars-Jones of Llansannan, Denbigh who was High Sheriff of Clwyd in 1989. Llansannan was the birth place of William Mars-Jones. I can only presume that in the wake of William becoming a big shot, some other members of his family took a leaf out of his book and also called themselves Mars-Jones. David Mars-Jones was born in Llansannan in 1919 – William Mars-Jones was born in 1915. Was David his younger brother? I think it highly likely that Mrs D. Mars-Jones was Mrs David Mars-Jones.

 

Someone who will know about the Mars-Jones’s is Ieuan Wyn Jones, the former MP and AM for Ynys Mon, leader of Plaid and Deputy PM. Ieuan comes from Denbigh, so Ieuan knows all about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ as well. Not that Ieuan has ever mentioned a word about their wrongdoing, even during those years when Ieuan was working as a solicitor just down the road in Ruthin, in the same practice as paedophiles’ friend and Freemason, David Jones (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’).

 

Ieuan’s friend Bob Parry probably knows the Mars-Jones’s as well. Bob Parry was for many years the Deputy President and then President of the Farmers’ Union of Wales (FUW).

Bob Parry is also a longstanding member of the famously dysfunctional Anglesey County Council, so Bob might know something about those Chinese babies who some years ago were so readily available for adoption by people living on Anglesey who were in possession of the right amount of dosh (see post ‘The Old Devils’).

Bob Parry was elected as the Chairman of the Isle of Anglesey County Council for 2016/17. Here he is, looking particularly delighted at the prospect of office:

bob parry chairman

 

Cllr Parry first became a member of the Isle of Anglesey Borough Council in 1981 as a Plaid Cymru councillor, representing the communities of Bryngwran and Gwalchmai. He served as Mayor of the Borough Council in 1989/90.

As Bob was involved with Anglesey County Council as far back as the 1980s, perhaps he can remember the case of the teenaged boy who was fostered by a family on Anglesey, made to work on the farm as hard as an adult full time farm worker and was tied to the beams of the barn and whipped when the foster carers were displeased with him. Do you know how such people were ever deemed to be suitable as foster carers Bob, because Anglesey County Council had something to do with that decision.

A former Leader and Deputy Leader of the County Council, Cllr Parry has previously held both the Environment and Planning portfolios on the Authority’s Executive.

Bob will therefore be able to explain some of the eccentric planning decisions which have been a hallmark of Anglesey County Council for decades. One of Bob’s fellow Councillors became a millionaire as a result of such decisions – I think it was one of those who went to prison. Never mind, his money will still be there for him when he comes out, it’s not as if Huw Daniel is going to made a confiscation order under the Proceeds of Crime legislation is it.

Guess who it was who was the first person who told me that ‘there is massive corruption in Anglesey County Council, particularly in the planning department?’ It was Dr D.G.E. Wood no less, in about 1983. Well he should know, he was a corrupt Top Doctor who owned one of the most expensive houses on Anglesey. It was an incredibly vulgar new build and I imagine that someone must have been bribed to have got the plans for that through the planning committee. Not that Wood will have done the bribing – not on that occasion at least – because the house was already built when Wood moved in. Brown and me had walked past that house every evening on our daily stroll for months and had pissed ourselves laughing at it, because it was called ‘IX Ranch’ for some unfathomable reason. Then one day a slate sign with the name ‘Tyddyn Hen Farm’ appeared at the end of the drive and we realised that IX Ranch had changed hands. We were gobsmacked when we found out that it was Wood and his wife who had purchased it, although Brown observed ‘it’s just their sort of house isn’t it’. Indeed it was. Lavish and blinging, purchased from the proceeds of a sex trafficking ring.

Wood was last heard of living in an even grander house near Conwy. He’s probably bought Penrhyn Castle off the National Trust by now.

 

Bob Parry represents the Bryngwran ward. He is also Director of the Bryngwran Cymunedol social enterprise which runs the Iorwerth Arms pub in the village.

So Bob Parry will know Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula, who lives at Bryngwran. Duckula is a paedophiles’ friend and was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang swung within Gwynedd Social Services. Duckula owned some land and that land was soon covered with bungalows. Duckula really hates the owners of second homes on Anglesey, which is why she owns a second home in France. She used to flee to her residence in France to avoid the bastards who owned second homes near her place at Bryngwran. It was where she was holed up when she was not bothering to make it into work when she was employed by Bangor University.

I seem to remember hearing that Duckula’s friend and mentor at Bangor University, Prof Glyn Williams aka Glyn Patagonia, also owned a second home in France. I never had the Glyn Williams Experience, he had left Bangor University by the time that I was employed there, but I heard much about him from people for whom the memories were all too vivid. The allegations that he systematically discriminated against English students when assessing work were legion, but as one Welsh speaker explained to me, Glyn was a shitbag to many of them as well and accused them of being ‘bloody Marxists’ on one occasion when they were holding a protest, as he swept past in his Mercedes. The most worrying anecdote was the one involving the attempted suicide of a former member of staff who had been befriended and then ruthlessly used and set up by Glyn Williams and Duckula…

This is the Glyn and Duckula who kicked up merry hell when an English member of staff – who had learnt Welsh and to a very high standard as well – was appointed to a lecturing post in their dept. Such was the grief that someone from the Glyn/Duckula contingent contacted the London-based broadsheets and the English speaking Head of Dept received calls from journos accusing him of discrimination against Duckula’s (Welsh speaking) mate who had applied for the job. He was too decent to explain to the journo about the paedophile gang and the near suicide of a member of staff.

Happy days!

 

When Bob Parry was elected Chairman of the County Council, Councillor Richard Owain Jones, who represents the Twrcelyn ward, was elected as the Vice-Chairman of the County Council.

Richard Owain Jones works as a paramedic. We’re hearing a great deal from Wales about Dangerous Psychiatric Patients Attacking Ambulance Staff.

 

Bob Parry probably also knows Prof J.B. Owen, the ‘bastard’ (in the words of someone who worked with him) who presided over the dysfunctional Agriculture Dept at UCNW (Bangor University) for so many years and who seemed to have something to do with the problems that Mary Wynch encountered with Dafydd and the paedophiles when she worked as a secretary in that dept (see post ‘Not Seem Since The 80s – Carwyn’).

 

Bob Parry will have known the late brother of the former Tory MEP (1979-89), Beata Brookes. Beata’s brother was a farmer in Denbighshire, a leading light in the FUW and a Freemason. It was however Beata who did the real damage. Beata was a social worker for Denbighshire County Council, then a member of Clwyd Health Authority as well as a member of Clwyd County Council Social Services Committee. Lest anyone was in danger of escaping from the grip of Dafydd and the paedophiles, their mate Beata was also a member of the Family Practitioners Committee for Clwyd, a member of the Council for Professions Supplementary to Medicine and was involved in many charities in north Wales for ‘the disabled and mentally handicapped’. Beata will have known about Michael and Ann Craft’s campaign to sexually liberate those imprisoned by the paedophiles at Bryn-y-Neuadd (see post ‘The Old Devils’).

The paedophiles’ friends made a huge effort in 1983 to get Beata into Parliament but their plans were scuppered by Sir Anthony Meyer, the Tory MP for North West Clwyd, who undoubtedly knew what that lot were up to and who died an unsung hero.

For further details of the evil cow who was Beata Brookes and the many who assisted her, see post ‘The ‘Celtic Iron Lady’ and Yet More Recent History’.

 

 

One of the roles of High Sheriff is to act as the host for members of the judiciary.

Sir William Mars-Jones was the pupil master of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Mars-Jones became a High Court judge in 1969 and before that he was a well-known judge on the Chester and Wales Circuit. However prior to that, Mars-Jones was a Recorder in Birkenhead, 1959-65. Wherever there was a branch of Dafydd’s empire, there was William Mars-Jones…

Some of the many pies in which Mars-Jones had fingers were UCNW (Bangor University), the Garrick, the London Welsh Society and legal circles in London…

 

There are many interesting names listed as serving as High Sheriff of Denbighshire, or from 1974 after the local authority reorganisation, High Sheriff of Clwyd. Three others as well as David Mars-Jones leap out at me – David Foulk Myddelton of Chirk (1980); Noreen Louisa Edwards of Upper Colwyn Bay (1985); the Hon Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, Whitchurch, Shropshire (1986).

 

The Myddelton family were mates with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. David Foulk Myddelton is listed as being a Director of the Orthopaedic Institute Ltd (1995-2001), which was part of the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt NHS Trust. Professor Robert Owen – who organised the cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services, Clwyd and Gwynedd Health Authorities and the North Wales Police in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) – worked at the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt Orthopaedic Hospital, as well as at Alder Hey Hospital and Liverpool Medical School (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’).

David Foulk Myddelton is described as being a ‘landowner from Wrexham’.

There is a David R. Myddelton who is the Emeritus Professor of Finance and Accounting at Cranfield University. David was educated at Eton and the Harvard Business School and is a chartered accountant. He was Professor of Finance and Accounting at Cranfield School of Management, 1972-2005, after which David Myddelton was Emeritus Professor. Since 2001 he has been Chairman of the Institute of Economic Affairs, which attracted a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). David was for many years Chairman of the Cambridge Business Studies Project Trust and recently he served a three year term as President of the Economics and Business Education Association.

I really am impressed at how many of Thatcher’s friends and mentors had direct links to Dafydd and the paedophiles. I previously had just thought of Thatch as being a dim, greedy, petit bourgeois philistine who wanted to run the world on the same basis as a grocer’s shop.

 

Noreen Louisa Edwards was Chairman of Gwynedd Health Authority throughout the years of abuse of patients, the inexplicable disappearance of the funds and the eventual near collapse of the Health Authority in the late 1980s which resulted in questions in the House and necessitated the intervention of the bigger and better paedophiles’ friends from the Welsh Office (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’).

Noreen had worked for many years as an Angel.

If only more women were employed in senior roles there would be such a culture change….

Noreen lived in that location favoured by the paedophiles and their friends, Colwyn Bay. There was a lot of them out there – Prof Robert Owen, Gordon Anglesea, Huw Vaughan Thomas and Enid Rowlands, Nigel Mannering Berry and many more.

 

The Hon Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon will have been the man who is now the 6th Baron Kenyon. It was the 6th Baron Kenyon’s brother Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon who was known by Clwyd Social Services to be sexually abusing boys in care. On one occasion after spending the night with a boy in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham and taking ‘explicit’ photos of them together, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon made a complaint of theft against the boy. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of an HIV related illness in 1993.

Thomas’s dad the 5th Baron Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, a member of Flintshire County Council, a magistrate, the President of UCNW, a Director of Lloyd’s Bank and many more things as well (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

Another High Sheriff of Clwyd (1990) who is worth a mention is Sir David Watkin Williams-Wynn, the 11th Baronet. Sir David is ‘a member of the surviving Welsh nobility and is the closest known living heir of the Princely House of Aberffraw, the former ruling family of Gwynedd and the Principality of Wales who were deposed in the 1282 Edwardian Conquest of Wales’.

Sir David’s ‘direct ancestors, the Williams family, were an important Parliamentary and landowning family from Denbighshire’ ‘who in the 17th Century married into the famous Wynn family of Gwydir the direct patrilineal descendants of Owain Gwynedd, Prince of Gwynedd 1137–1170, and the only surviving branch of that dynasty. On the death of Sir John Wynn in 1719, his direct heiress Jane Thelwall inherited the Wynnstay estate and the claim to the Aberffraw legacy, and her husband Watkins Williams adopted the “Wynn” family name (thought to be derived from Gwynedd) in honour of his wife’s princely heritage.’

Surely Dafydd Iwan should be recording a tribute to such a man?

Yma O Hyd!

Sir David lives in St Asaph. He was President of the Denbigh and Flint Agricultural Show in 1992. In 2008 it was widely reported that Sir David’s daughter Alexandra – a student at the  Royal Academy of Arts – had modelled nude for Lucian Freud. So Alexandra will have a few impressive stories to tell then. Sir David’s heir is his son Charles Edward Watkin Williams-Wynn (born 1970), (who might be known as Iorwerth I). In the continued discussion of potential Welsh independence his name is occasionally brought forward as a theoretical candidate in Welsh monarchy scenarios.

 

Sir David is a Director of the family business, Wynnstay Farming Company. Of which Lord Alex Carlile, a man closely associated with the paedophiles’ friends, is also a Director.

Lord Carlile lost a friend to whom he ‘paid tribute’ just a few days ago – Lady Shirley Hooson, the widow of Lord Emlyn Hooson. Emlyn Hooson was a paedophiles’ friend of yesteryear and Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire, 1962-79.

Hooson was a farmer’s son from Denbighshire and went to Denbigh Grammar School, then onto what is now Aberystwyth University to read law. After serving in the Royal Navy, Hooson became a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Hooson was the QC who represented Ian Brady and Myra Hindley at their trial at Chester Assizes in 1966. Ronnie Waterhouse acted as junior prosecuting counsel at the same trial. There were no hard feelings – Ronnie was a good mate of Hooson’s and used to stay at the Hoosons’ home regularly.

Hooson was Leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit, 1971-74; a Crown Court Recorder, 1972-91 and a Deputy High Court judge.

Hooson became Chairman of the Liberal Party in Wales in 1955 and was elected to the Liberal Party executive in 1965. He contested the Liberal Party leadership in 1967 but withdrew in favour of Jeremy Thorpe.

Emlyn Hooson was a member – along with Lisa Nandy’s grandfather Lord Frank Byers and David Steel – of the Liberal Party’s 1971 secret inquiry into Jeremy Thorpe (see posts ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’ and ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’). He heard directly from Norman Scott about Jeremy’s activities, including Jeremy’s serious harassment of and threats toward Norman. Norman provided the inquiry with proof that Jeremy had made regular payments to him, which Norman maintained was hush money.

Hooson was alleged to have been appalled by Jeremy’s conduct, but Jeremy remained as Liberal leader and no-one piped up about Jeremy, not even when years later he was put on trial for conspiring to murder Norman. Norman was roundly insulted by the judge and the media and Hooson kept quiet.

Thorpe was cleared of all charges on 22 June 1979. On 26 July 1979 Emlyn Hooson took up his seat in the Lords.

 

Hooson introduced the Government of Wales Bill on St David’s Day 1967, taking one of the first steps to the formation of the Welsh Assembly.

Emlyn Hooson was Chair of the Governors at the London Welsh School, where his daughters Sioned and Lowri were pupils.

Hooson was a member of the ITV Advisory Council.

In 1985 Hooson became a non-executive Director of Laura Ashley and became Chairman in 1995. He was Chairman of the Trustees of the Laura Ashley Foundation, 1986-97. It’s a pity that Emlyn is dead, because he might have been able to shed light on the hoo haa that engulfed Laura Ashley after Laura was found dead and her widower Bernard took up the reins at the company.

Hooson was Chairman of Severn River Crossing PLC, the company operating the Severn Bridge and the Second Severn Crossing, 1991-2000.

Emlyn Hooson was President of the National Eisteddfod in 1966 and was a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. He was President of the International Eisteddfod at Llangollen, 1987-93.

 

Can anyone see a paedophiles’ friend hidden in the picture?

 

Lord Hooson sat for the Liberal Democrats in the Lords ‘where he was active in improving the Mental Health Act’. The Mental Health Act that Dafydd continued to break with impunity, again and again and again.

 

Lord Alex Carlile was a member of Hooson’s chambers in Chester. The Hoosons and Carliles were close friends for years and Carlile was the Lib Dem MP for Hooson’s former seat of Montgomeryshire, 1983-97.

 

Carlile was someone who did ask a few awkward questions about the case of Mary Wynch but remained quiet for ever after once he had been told in 1994 that Mary had been ruined by Home Secretary Michael Howard the previous year (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Carlile bagged his peerage in 1999.

 

Lord Hooson’s funeral service was held at the China Street Welsh Presbytarian Chapel, Llanidloes and Lady Hooson’s is to be held there as well.

 

Lady Hooson was a member of Montgomeryshire District Council and Llanidloes Town Council for decades. She was Vice-Chairman of Montgomeryshire District Council when Glyn Davies, the present Tory MP for Montgomeryshire, was Chairman, 1985-89. Glyn and Shirley Hooson had already served on the Council together for many years.

Glyn Davies is rather different from most politicians, but he must know about some of the skulduggery that Hooson, Carlile et al kept quiet about because he has been around for so long. He surely must also know about the ‘care homes’ for kids as well as for people with disabilities and/or mental health problems which have sprung up all over his part of Wales in recent years and are often of very questionable quality.

Glyn Davies is the former Chairman of the Development Board for Rural Wales and was a member of the Welsh Tourist Board, as well as the hub for crooks that was the WDA.

 

Emlyn Hooson spoke in the Lords on law reform and drug trafficking. He should have popped up to north Wales and he’d have seen for himself how effective his contributions to the Mental Health Act, law reform and drug trafficking were. Addicts were telling each other that they really like Dafydd because ‘he’ll give you anything that you want, anything at all’. I was told repeatedly that ‘peer guides’ working for Dafydd’s charity CAIS were flogging drugs to the clients.

In 1992 I was in the Royal Oak in Rachub with a friend. I very rarely went into the Royal Oak, but my friend wanted to go in so we did. We had been in there for 20 mins or so when a young man approached us and offered to sell us ‘anything we wanted’ with regard to drugs. He approached us because he saw my friend smoking a joint. No we didn’t buy anything off him but we did spend a long time chatting to him. He was ‘under the care’ of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and supplemented his income by drug dealing. We began discussing the thugs who staffed the Arfon Team and this young man revealed that his key worker was Slob Ingham. Had he been intimidated, harassed, arrested or assaulted by Slob Ingham like so many others had? Not at all. He thought that Slob was a drunken idiot but this young man didn’t have any trouble with him. Of course he didn’t, Slob’s patient was one of the drug dealers helping the distribution network and Slob knew it.

This wasn’t a one off. In 1999 I was living on a village on Anglesey. By that time the Hergest Unit’s ‘policy’ was to refuse to admit virtually anyone as an inpatient because patients ‘had to take responsibility’ and there was a flat refusal to touch patients with drug and alcohol problems. People with addictions were dying and going off to prison at an astounding rate. Yet there was a young woman in our village who was causing havoc. She was a heroin addict with two frail vulnerable parents whom she was assaulting and robbing on a regular basis and she occasionally went for other people as well. She was repeatedly arrested for dealing, for theft and for assault. Yet she led an utterly charmed life. No prison sentences no matter how many final warnings the magistrates gave. When the crunch came and the law was obliged to act, she was given the option that had died out years previously – a bed in the Hergest Unit! The villagers who were unacquainted with the paedophiles of north Wales all believed that they were witnessing how soft on crime the justice system was. No, they were witnessing the degree of protection afforded to one of Dafydd’s dealers.

Whilst this young woman was creating chaos and had her mum and dad living in fear, there were constant media reports of the very serious problem with heroin that existed in Llangefni and how shocking it was that a former market town had come to this. Where was this young woman flogging her wares? Llangefni. She even applied to be housed there and no doubt she was successful. Everyone knew who the purveyors of heroin were in Llangefni – they were Dafydd’s patients who were being ‘helped’ so much by him and CAIS.

Dafydd lived in Talwrn, a village about three miles away from Llangefni.

The rest of us were being denied healthcare and arrested for telling secretaries that Alun Davies was a fat idiot. And when we were threatened or attacked by dealers and addicts the police did not even record our complaints.

The GPs surgery that served the village in which I and the young woman addict lived was in a the neighbouring village, Bodorgan. There were two GPs there, a Dr Medwyn Williams and a Dr Richard Williams – I don’t know if they were related. Dr Medwyn Williams was on the local CHC and seemed very proactive. He was making public statements regarding the inadequacy and chaos that was presiding in Ysbyty Gwynedd, particularly in the Hergest Unit. Every time that I witnessed Dr Medwyn Williams in action he seemed very reasonable. He was not afraid to sympathise with mental health patients and admit to them that things were so bad at the Hergest Unit that they would not be able to access treatment no matter how serious their difficulties.

Dr Richard Williams was so different that it was difficult to imagine how Medwyn Williams worked with him. Richard Williams was uninterested in his patients, spent the minimum amount of time with them and when they were obviously so ill that by anyone’s standards they could have done with a mental health service, he took a leaf out of the Hergest Unit’s book and blamed the patients for their own problems. Richard Williams knew about sin city which was Llangefni and he knew about the young woman addict in our village and the genuine risk that she presented to everyone. He didn’t give a stuff.

The Anglesey Community Mental Health Team was located in Llangefni, as was the Drug and Alcohol Team. They only had to step out of their offices to witness the evidence of their own failure.

 

Shirley Hooson is not the only paedophiles’ friend to have left for heaven over the past few days. The Daily Post Online published a tribute to Tecwyn Thomas, the ‘backbone of Gwynedd politics’, who has died aged 81 years.

Mr Thomas served as a member of Gwynedd County Council and Caernarfon Town Council as well as an election agent in Parliamentary and Assembly elections and in many other roles in the Labour Party and trade union movement.

Tecwyn’s son Ian Thomas said: ‘My father served as Chair of Welsh Labour at the critical time when Rhodri Morgan was negotiating the One Wales coalition agreement and held many senior roles in Welsh Labour, campaigning hard for Welsh Labour’s message during election campaigns’.

So not only was Tecwyn one of the many who knew nuzzing about the paedophile gang that kept themselves busy in Gwynedd County Council’s children’s homes for years, but he propped up the oaf Rhodri – who also knew nuzzing, although his own wife Julie was a colleague of the paedophiles of Wales – whilst Rhodri formed a coalition Gov’t in 2007 with the oaf Ieuan Wyn Jones, who also knew nuzzing.

Alun Pugh, the former Labour MP for Clwyd West, 1999-07, stated that ‘Tecwyn Thomas was hugely respected across our nation’. I think that you’ll find Alun that most people had never heard of Tecwyn, although as a paedophiles’ friend yourself (see post ‘People With Energy’), you’ll have been very grateful to Tecwyn for helping you to keep the lid on the barrel of crap well nailed down.

 

Being a long serving Gwynedd County Councillor who knew nuzzing, Tecwyn will have known a few other old timers who also knew nuzzing. Dafydd Iwan of course, the former President of Plaid and leader of Gwynedd County Council who knew so leetle that he wrote a song in tribute to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. Before Dafydd Iwan removed all references to that ditty from planet earth, I’m sure that I saw a bit of PR explaining that Dafydd Iwan had written the song in tribute to the ‘brave Welsh psychiatrist’.

Seimon Glyn is a an old favourite on Gwynedd County Council. Seimon was a Plaid Councillor but joined Llais Gwynedd some years ago after internal strife and accusations that the Plaid Councillors were stale and defending vested interests. Which was true, but I’m not sure that Seimon is quite the People’s Voice either.

Seimon came under an unfair and sustained attack by the Welsh Mirror – or as it was known at the time, the Anti-Welsh Mirror – years ago when he was campaigning with Cymuned on issues of the threat to the Welsh language and the rocketing property prices in Gwynedd as the result of the in-migration of people from England with a lot more money than local people. Seimon had identified a very real problem and I thought that he was quite right to raise it, people in rural Gwynedd who were not on high incomes were being priced out of everywhere. Furthermore, although some English incomers embrace the Welsh language and are very keen to learn Welsh along with their children, some people are very hostile to it.

However Seimon was ignoring something just as important at the very time that he was campaigning with Cymuned – organised sex trafficking in north Wales. Seimon knew all about Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’). How do I know this? Because after I had witnessed the horrors at Prestwood myself, I rang Seimon and told him what was going on. I rang Seimon because I was friendly with people in Cymuned and they suggested that I contact him because he was campaigning on matters affecting rural north Wales.

Seimon did listen to what I said and he later admitted that after I spoke to him he then investigated Prestwood himself and discovered that my allegations were correct. Seimon didn’t witness patients being abused but he did confirm that Prestwood were breaking employment law and employing unsuitable people without interviewing them, checking qualifications or references or carrying out CRB checks.

Seimon told me that he wouldn’t be following it up because he was too busy with Cymuned. I mentioned this to another person and they suggested that in view of the fact that whoever was behind Prestwood were obviously seriously nasty organised criminals, perhaps Seimon might have felt that it was safer to raise it with the appropriate authorities without telling anyone.

So I waited to see if anyone put Prestwood out of business. They didn’t. Ten yeaars after I told Seimon what was going on, Prestwood was still in business. It only came to a stop when Suzanne Hamlett, one of the people traffickers running the place, died.

Seimon Glyn is a social worker. He would have known exactly how to raise the alarm re Prestwood. Seimon was a children’s social worker with Gwynedd County Council when the paedophiles were in action. Seimon told the Waterhouse Inquiry that he never witnessed any children being abused.

Seimon was campaigning with Cymuned and ignoring what was happening at Prestwood during those months towards the end of the Waterhouse Inquiry and at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

Some five years ago Seimon reported a Plaid Councillor for putting children at risk after the Plaid Councillor had posted a photo of his baby next to an ash tray and an empty lager can on social media for a joke. The Plaid Councillor was investigated, nearly lost his job at Bangor University and I think was suspended as a Councillor. Seimon told the media that as a former social worker he knew how important it was to protect children.

The children in Gwynedd children’s homes when Seimon worked as a social worker were gang raped, beaten and starved.

 

One of Seimon’s fellow Llais Gwynedd Councillors is Peter Read. I first encountered Peter Read in about 2009 when he was at a public meeting confronting Mary Burrows, the then newly appointed CEO of the newly formed Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Mary had really pissed the paedophiles’ friends off by trying to clean up and she’d dared to properly investigate a few very serious complaints. The paedophiles’ friends had begun a co-ordinated attempt to bring her down. I didn’t know who Peter was at the time but I could hear him in the row behind me discussing tactics with his partner in crime and they were making insulting racist comments about Mary (Mary was American). Peter later cross-examined Mary as aggressively and as rudely as he could.

Who was Peter’s mate with whom tactics were being discussed? It was a member of the CHC – Glanville Owen. Glanville was the senior manager employed by Gwynedd Social Services with responsibility for children’s homes whilst the paedophile gang operated in those homes. Glanville appeared before the Waterhouse Inquiry and explained that he knew nuzzing.

 

Last year Gwynedd County Council acquired a new leader after the previous leader paedophiles’ friend Dyfed Edwards stood down. The new leader is Dyfrig Siencyn. Mr Siencyn is a Plaid Councillor who is also a Dolgellau Town Councillor. He previously Chaired the Gwynedd County Council Services Scrutiny Committee, which investigates issues in education and care services.

As Dyfrig has been investigating the care services can he explain why serious complaints about those services have been ignored for years and now why there are barely any care services available? Perhaps Dyfrig can also explain why no-one knew about the team of social workers located at Dolgellau whose specific responsibility was to find accommodation for disabled people – disabled people were simply told that there was no accommodation available by their key workers in the Community Mental Health Teams.

Being Of Dolgellau, Dyfrig will know someone else who knew nuzzing – Malcolm John, a lecturer in social work at Bangor University (see post ‘Local Accessories’). Malcolm John lives at Dolgellau. Malcolm previously worked as a social worker whilst the paedophile gang did its best. What his colleagues at Bangor didn’t know – although they did suspect that he had another job somewhere because he was so infrequently seen in the University – was that Malcolm was working as a fostering and adoption consultant…

 

Dafydd claimed to have spotted the world’s first case of PTSD at a clinic in Dolgellau, it was how he became an expert in PTSD and ended up giving evidence to a Commons Committee. Gwynedd County Council ought to put a commemorative plaque on the wall of whichever building housed that clinic.

No doubt Dafydd also was the first to describe those other well known psychiatric conditions which afflict so many in north Wales –  ‘chapel psychosis’ (sufferers refuse to attend regular services) and cottage ignition syndrome…

‘Shut your mouth about DA’. ‘Get out of north Wales and don’t ever come back.’

‘We didn’t know.’

You all knew. The whole bloody lot of you.

 

Someone else who knew nuzzing despite having witnessed it herself was a Portugese lady called Evelyn who used to work in the old psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd and later at the Hergest Unit. I think that when she was working at Ysbyty Gwynedd, Evelyn was employed as an occupational therapy assistant. Evelyn had started training as a nurse some years before at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and had given it up. When someone asked Evelyn why she didn’t complete her training, I heard Evelyn tell them that the Angels at Denbigh were dreadful, they were ‘patient batterers’. When I heard Evelyn saying this I thought ‘well at least someone has some standards’.

So I was certainly surprised when I witnessed a scene involving Evelyn a few weeks later. A young mother had been admitted to the mental health ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd – just before the Hergest Unit was built – and she was very, very distressed. She was threatening to sue Gwynedd Health Authority. It transpired that she had been unlawfully arrested and taken to the North Wales Hospital – which was the standard mode of entry into Denbigh – because she had experienced post-natal depression. She had been forcibly dragged from her home, separated from and refused access to her baby and had been treated appallingly at Denbigh. She had then been transferred to Ysbyty Gwynedd in a very great hurry when someone at Denbigh realised that this was no former resident of a children’s home who could be kicked about – this young woman was from a middle class Welsh family and she was beginning a career in politics. I think that she was involved with Plaid.

My God they were worried. Evelyn was dispatched to sit with the young woman and ply her with cups of coffee and soothing words. The young woman was repeating ‘that place is a bin, they are abusing the patients there’. Evelyn responded by saying ‘oh no, no, no, they’re not, you were just so upset that you misunderstood’.

‘Patient batterers’ Evelyn – it was why you resigned.

It got better. As the young woman fumed and threatened to bring down the forces of hell onto the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, a member of staff sat with her constantly and explained that there was a whole programme of activities for patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd and perhaps she would like to join the Women’s Group run by Dr Dadie Francis. Women’s Group! That was the first that any of us had heard about a Women’s Group and we’d been there for weeks, left with bugger all facilities except for the usual TV and room for the smokers. Hilarious – a whole programme of activities was arranged, I presume solely for this young woman, to try to convince her that the three days in Denbigh had all been a bad dream…

So somewhere out there is a woman who will now be in her 50s who has political connections who had a glimpse of what was happening to the rest of us before the distress flare was sent up and the lifeboat in the form of Sadie Francis and a hastily convened Women’s Group arrived.

I have no idea who the young woman was. She wouldn’t speak to the rest of us – she was probably told that we were all dangerous – and she spent her entire time accompanied by members of staff who was very, very nice to her…

 

A few years later I watched another patient who could have inflicted real damage receive rather better treatment than the rest of us – a lady called Elizabeth Carter who sadly died not long after her stay in the Hergest Unit. Elizabeth had cancer and had become depressed. She was spoken to kindly, was never threatened with arrest or told that she had a personality disorder. No, Elizabeth was treated as a friend and an equal by Angels and Top Docs alike. I watched Elizabeth writing every day but she obviously wasn’t writing a diary. Then I noticed that the Angels were giving her lots of facts and figures about the Hergest Unit and she was taking notes.

Elizabeth was a journalist! She worked for Dafydd’s friends on the Bangor and Anglesey Mail and one of her last articles was to be about the wonderful facilities at the Hergest Unit. Elizabeth was a patient at the Hergest Unit before it had really started to disintegrate, but the cracks were showing. A patient had been tasered – I understand that this was the first case in the UK of the police being called to an inpatient unit and tasering a patient – and the suicides had started happening on a frighteningly frequent basis.

Elizabeth Carter was not tasered. Before Elizabeth died, a very flattering article about her wonderful care at the Hergest Unit was published.

Elizabeth was a patient at the Hergest Unit just as all the fuss about the paedophile ring in north Wales being concealed at the highest levels of Gov’t kicked off…

 

Now for a personal message to Spike, who lived in Rachub at the same time as I did, years ago. I have been told that word has got out about this blog and that there is a healthy readership among my old neighbours and that Spike knows about it. Spike was the son of two neighbours who were really good to me as the paedophiles’ friends had me repeatedly arrested, tried to set fire to my house etc. Unfortunately when Spike got older he showed himself to be rather different to his mum and dad and he was involved in some fairly sordid deals with the paedophiles’ friends to shaft me – I don’t know how much he was paid or by whom, but it was clear that something unpleasant was happening. I don’t think that his mum and dad had any idea of what he was doing.

Now that Spike has read this blog he knows why both his mum and dad died of cancer at relatively young ages after the Top Docs ‘didn’t realise’ that they had cancer. By the time the diagnoses were made, the cancers were too far advanced for effective treatment. Spike’s parents did not receive the care that would have prolonged, if not have saved, their lives after Spike’s mum told people that she would provide a witness statement concerning the conduct of the paedophiles’ friends towards me whilst I lived in Rachub.

I hope that you can live with yourself Spike. The Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends really weren’t worth doing a deal with.

 

The Top Docs continue to do battle in the wake of the death of Baby Alfie. The media today has been nothing but wall to wall comment about how the Top Docs and Angels did all they could to Save Alfie, as they always do for all patients. I’ve avoided most of it, I think that I can guess what the articles will say. I am sure that there were indeed some Top Docs and Angels who did do their best for Alfie. But because of the sort of people who are systematically promoted to senior positions in the NHS, they will have been hampered and constrained by those around and above them.

Spike has now found out that pretending that the sort of events that I have described on this blog don’t happen is not a good idea.

I did read one Alfie-related article, the one written by Henry Marsh in ‘The Guardian’. Henry Marsh is a recently retired neurosurgeon who is a prolific writer. He writes well and I imagine that he was a very good Top Doc and indeed one who did the best for his patients. Henry Marsh worked at the Atkinson Morley and St George’s Hospital Medical School. He knew that one of his colleagues was imprisoned for his part in a child porn ring, that other colleagues of his concealed the rest of the paedophile ring for years and that there was also a big problem with research fraud in St George’s.

Neither has anyone explained how Alder Hey, who does its best for all patients at all times and always has, somehow employed Professor Robert Owen, who concealed a paedophile gang in north Wales.

Robert Owen has died recently as have quite a few of those who protected Dafydd and the paedophiles, so I hope for Alfie’s sake that if an afterlife does exist, there is a rather better regulatory system in place at the Pearly Gates than is provided by the GMC.

 

The GMC is currently advertising for a new Chair after Sir Terence Stephenson has stepped down. So if anyone wants a job which involves making a lot of loud noises about standards and excellence and accountability and protecting the public whilst ignoring the most serious criminal conduct of Dafydd and his ilk in the face of numerous complaints from people who have suffered harm or who’s nearest and dearest have died unnecessarily, the GMC wants you…

 

I see that the Baroness of Ely has retreated from the possibility of standing as a candidate for FM. In her desire to get down with the kids, the Baroness has established a website called Beyond the Cardiff Bay Bubble. In previous times I would enjoy logging on to that website and having a real laugh, but I’m too busy with this blog. The Baroness does of course have plenty of life experience Beyond the Bubble. She has experience of life in Atlantic College, Wales’s most expensive private school and she also has experience of life in the House of Lords.

The sociologist Richard Sennett’s books often include the line ‘I was talking to the janitor’. I really like Richard Sennett’s work and that of his wife Saskia Sassen is even better, but I always noticed that Richard Sennett did rely very heavily on the janitor for his info regarding Life at the Bottom. I went one better than Richard Sennett. I was the janitor.

Beat that Eluned.

An Appalling Vista

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

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

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

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

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

Lord Denning

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

The title of this post is a combination of one of Jimi Hendrix’s most well-known songs and an old favourite from Max Boyce.

In previous posts I have mentioned how Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s friends and relations, whilst insulting me, stressed that Dafydd ‘knows really famous people’ and that as those boasting about Dafydd’s celebrity friends were not exactly cultured, they will have been talking about people on TV. I knew that Dafydd used to hold ‘clinics’ in the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds which was one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts and after Savile’s death it was revealed that not only did Savile visit Bryn Estyn but that a former resident alleged that Savile was present whilst this boy was sexually assaulted by multiple men. Whilst researching for this blog, I discovered that the lecherous Top Doctor Linford Rees who protected Dafydd et al for years was the father of the 1970s actress and sex symbol Angharad Rees. Angharad was married to Christopher Cazenove who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was mates with Joan Collins and others. Linford Rees basked in the reflected glamour of his daughter’s celebrity circle. See post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ for more names and details.

I have also mentioned the psych patient who used to wander around Bethesda virtually destitute, completely neglected and refused help from the mental health services who told everyone that she had been a groupie who had slept with Mick Jagger. By the time that I knew this lady in the late 80s/90s, she was in a really bad way and was dismissed by the world as a nutter. But she was being sexually exploited by a number of people who were not admitting to this and a number of her other ‘fantasies’ were undoubtedly true. Kids in care and psych patients in north Wales had such bizarre and dreadful experiences at the hands of the traffickers who were ‘looking after them’ that the uninitiated could not be blamed for disbelieving their accounts. Some of them were indeed being trafficked for sex with high profile people. Many of those being looked after had died by the time that they were 30, but some of those who survived made it back to north Wales when they were too wrecked to continue working in the sex trade.

People who have not previously spent time around nutters who then do so frequently remark upon two things that surprise them. First, that some of the most extraordinary things that nutters say turn out to be true. Second, that nutters notice and remember a great deal of what is going on around them, rather more than other people do. This is definitely true – I’m not sure why nutters are so good at observing the world around them but many nutters cannot be beaten on this, they really are brilliant at people watching.

One of those dismissed by the staff of the Hergest Unit as the biggest nutter of all was a man, F, who was interested in three things in life – Jimi Hendrix, art and the activities of Dafydd. The official narrative regarding F was that he had become psychotic when he was in his 20s after blowing his mind on psychedelic drugs and had never recovered. The only interest in F’s ‘case’ that the Hergest Unit staff ever showed was over the question of whether his psychosis was ‘genetic’ or ‘drug-induced’. F had blown his mind on drugs and was the first to admit this, indeed he was quite proud of it. What hardly anyone knew however was that F’s mental health problems – which were severe – were made much worse by his treatment at the hands of the mental health services.

The prescribing for F had to be witnessed to be believed. When I first got to know him, he was on anti-psychotic injections, medication for the side-effects of those (the ‘side-effects’ of such anti-psychotics are substantial and debilitating) and several different benzodiazepines. As the years passed F was given even more drugs. Every time that F became angry or distressed, Tony Francis (Dr X) would get out the prescription pad and another anti-psychotic would be added to the cocktail – although none of the previous drugs were ever stopped. F did throw wobblers on a regular basis – but many of those wobblers were because the mental health services were having him arrested on ludicrous charges and as ever would ignore all complaints when he gained evidence that staff had perjured themselves.

F ended up so heavily sedated that his teeth literally rotted and dropped out and he did not feel a thing. I kept telling him to go to a dentist and he would cheerily say ‘but I haven’t got toothache’. By the time that I finally persuaded F to go to a dentist, the dentist just yanked out all that remained of his teeth, saying that they were too far gone to be saved. When F asked the dentist why he hadn’t felt any pain, the dentist explained that he was on so many drugs that his pain receptors weren’t working.

Between 1982-85 when I was living on Anglesey, I knew a local man who had also benefited from the attentions of Dafydd et al – his hands were covered in scars and burns. I found out that this was because he would inadvertently burn himself with his cigarettes and not feel anything as a result of his ‘medication’. Interestingly enough, when I mentioned to the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking gang, Dr DGE Wood, that I had been chatting to this man after he’d given me a lift, Wood told me to keep away from him because he was a nutter. I learnt over the following years that this man was completely harmless but had never recovered after the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Experience.

There will have been something there that Wood did not want me to know. The dangerous nutter was one of Wood’s neighbours.

‘Talk to your local GP for advice – they have a wealth of experience and play a key role in the community!’

It’s not Hendrix, it’s ‘The Kinks’ – ‘Well-Respected Man’:

‘And he’s oh, so good/And he’s oh, so fine/And he’s oh, so healthy/In his body and his mind/He’s a well-respected man about town/Running a paedophile ring so conservatively’

 

The attitude of Bethesda surgery towards F fanned the flames of the fire stoked by the Hergest Unit. Like many long term psych patients, F was a very heavy smoker. I and a friend spent much time explaining the dangers of smoking 60 a day to him and after many months he took an interest in giving up. He went down to Bethesda surgery and was told that his ‘nerves’ were so bad that he really should not be thinking of giving up smoking what with his schizophrenia. After this, I and the friend began the hard work all over again and after many more months I managed to persuade him to return to Bethesda surgery for advice re stopping smoking but not to the lethal idiots whom he had consulted previously. He went to see Dr Paul Nickson who, to be fair, was very supportive where helping patients to give up smoking were concerned. Sadly Paul Nickson didn’t challenge any of the other dreadful things that were happening to F at the hands of the ‘services’.

Bethesda surgery’s attitude and conduct towards F was so bad that in the end he did what many of the folk of Bethesda did – he relied upon the pharmacist in Bethesda for advice. The pharmacist who used to own the chemist’s shop opposite the surgery was fantastic. He had grown up in Bethesda and had been to school there so he knew everyone and was an incredibly nice man. He treated everyone with respect and the Hergest patients used to remark that he always called them ‘Mr’ or ‘Mrs/Miss’ – which the Top Docs certainly never did – and that this was without irony. The pharmacist knew how bloody lethal the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends were and I wondered if he came under attack himself, because after many years of excellent service to the village he became ill, sold his business and later resurfaced as one of the pharmacists in Tesco in Bangor.

A regular scene was that of patients exiting the door of Bethesda surgery, swearing about the inadequacies of the Top Docs in there and then walking across the road to join the queue in the chemist’s shop to talk to someone who knew what they were doing. One one occasion, F entered the chemist’s shop, saw some people who weren’t locals – I think that they were tourists – and yelled out ‘I can highly recommend this man, he is better than a doctor’. The tourists looked bemused and the locals in the shop fell about laughing because the problems were well known…

Despite the constant problems that F had with Bethesda surgery, he was obliged to continue his relationship with them because none of the medication which he was being told was essential could be purchased over the counter. On one memorable occasion, F was sitting in Bethesda surgery when a new patient asked him ‘what are the doctors like here?’ and F replied ‘oh they’re all pretty good except for Mithan’, which was particularly brilliant because Dr Mithan was standing right behind him and heard every world. I was delighted, because I knew people who had really suffered at the hands of Mithan and it was about time that he knew how the village felt about his clinical skills. However, as details of this event reached the ears of other people, a number of them remarked that F had been far too generous in his assessment and stated that ‘they’re not all pretty good except for Mithan, they’re all bloody awful as well as Mithan’. Which was indeed true.

As with all the psych patients, the details of F’s Life Before Dafydd had been forgotten by the staff. He had come from an affluent family in Surrey, had gone to art school in Farnham, had been part of the 60s and 70s counter culture and had rubbed noses with some of the rich n famous. He had gone to school with Rick Parfitt of ‘Status Quo’ fame, one of his best mates had lived at St George’s Hill next to Ringo Starr and he’d trekked across Turkey, Morocco and Afghanistan. And of course he’d spent much time at festivals and other places, taking drugs in the company of other people who also rubbed shoulders with some high profile people.

What the Hergest Unit knew was that in the 1980s F had set fire to his house in Bethesda, ended up in Risley Remand Centre and then in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year and was now a ‘chronic schizophrenic, resistant to medication’. (Then why was he prescribed ‘maintenance medication’ of three anti-psychotics and four benzodiazepines and constantly told that if he didn’t carry on loading himself up he’d ‘get ill’??)

What had actually happened was that F and his former wife C had been raided by the notoriously corrupt drug squad, class A drugs had been planted on F and C and at the police station C had been offered a deal if she made a statement claiming that the drugs were all F’s. Meanwhile, unbeknown to C, at the police station F had been punched in the face by an unidentified Sergeant who had walked into the loo whilst F was in there. F was charged with drugs offences, bailed and left to walk back to Bethesda. During the night, he began experiencing psychotic symptoms, which he told me that he always thought were brought on by the stress of events at the police station. F did set fire to his house, but that was after he had asked a notoriously vile wife beating neighbour – known as Til, who worked for S4C – for help, only to be told ‘well you’re not fucking getting it here’. After setting fire to his house, F went up into the hills where he was found many hours later, arrested and charged with arson and endangering life and taken to Risley Remand Centre.

At Risley, F was left in a cell for three days in the pitch dark after a screw took the light bulb out. F told me that every night he heard the screams of the other prisoners as they were beaten up by the warders. This was the ‘medical wing’ – run by Dafydd’s mates. When F was finally allowed out of the cell he met the other prisoners, who were mostly victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles. F acquired the moniker ‘mushroom boy’ and gave them art lessons.

When F told his solicitor about the assault at the police station – which had been witnessed by a PC who was too frightened to give evidence – the charges of endangering life were quietly dropped. F was charged with drug offences and arson. Dafydd then appeared – whom F had never previously encountered but F had been told by the solicitor that Dafydd was his best chance of getting out of a long prison sentence – and declared F to be ‘a known schizophrenic’, one, according to Dafydd’s notes, ‘with pleasant manners and casual attire’. Dafydd gave evidence in court that F would need to be sectioned for a year.

When F arrived at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the Angels told him that he was clearly ‘no longer ill’, but ‘for the sake of the courts’ Dafydd would keep him at Denbigh for three weeks and then he could go. After a matter of only days, F was sitting in the garden when he was approached by one of Dafydd’s drug patients, who sold him a huge quantity of amphetamines, which F took. F developed a drug induced psychosis. Which was documented upon his medical records. What was not documented was that F had entered Denbigh not psychotic and only became ill whilst a patient there, as a result of drugs that he had been sold and taken on the premises.

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

Thus a known schizophrenic madman who had set fire to his house was created.

Dafydd didn’t visit F during the year that F spent in Denbigh. It was business as usual – F was left to rot in there along with all the other paedophiles’ victims. Whilst F was in Denbigh, he contacted ‘Release’, the drugs charity. A man from release went up to Denbigh from London, but told F that he ‘couldn’t do anything’. From the information that F provided to me, like I and many other people he was almost certainly held in Denbigh unlawfully. F won’t have known this, but ‘Release’ were linked to organisations involved with fighting for paedophiles’ rights at that time – the mid-80s – and they will have known Dafydd and the paedophiles.

After a year Dafydd visited F and told F that he couldn’t release him until he had somewhere to live. F’s wife, C, had left him – their marriage was very rocky even before the fire – and was living in Glastonbury, where among other things, she worked as a nanny for Fay Weldon. C didn’t think much of Fay and her husband – and had a few interesting things to say about them – and left their employment to work on a farm in Somerset. The house in Bethesda to which F had set fire had not yet been repaired.

Dafydd tried to persuade F to move into a ‘nursing home’ in Llandudno. This nursing home was Holyrood House, which was the subject of an expose by Esther on ‘That’s Life’ and then in the wider media in 1987. Patients were being beaten up by a henchman and a drug addict from Liverpool was responsible for ‘medication’. I was told later that it was widely believed that Dafydd was sexually involved with the ‘manager’ of Holyrood House, Margaret Richards. Someone who knew Margaret Richards told me that she was no more than a common or garden petty criminal who would shop-lift from and swindle shops in Llandudno. Margaret Richards was allegedly responsible for buying Dafydd’s suits, which would certainly explain why Dafydd’s gangster suits never fitted him.

F had no interest in living in Llandudno – although at that time, Holyrood House had not yet been exposed – and in F’s words, he wanted ‘to get back to Bethesda, to hippies, to dogs and to mess’. Dafydd refused to release F until he had somewhere to live, so F rang a mate in Bethesda who wrote to Dafydd confirming that F would be living in a house owned by him in Bethesda.

Thus F finally escaped from the North Wales Hospital. But not of course from the clutches of the psychiatric services. As was de rigueur, F was kept well dosed up with sedatives, but no helpful services at all were forthcoming – F was harassed and threatened by the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, in  particular Slob Ingham.

F was an affluent man. He had inherited a considerable amount of money from an uncle and although his relationship with C was volatile, they remained friends and by the time that they actually divorced – some years later – C was scrupulously fair financially and agreed on a generous settlement from the sale of their property. So F had enough money to purchase a house and live quite a good life – thus he wasn’t dependent upon the ‘services’ for accommodation and benefits, which was the only reason why he did not end up destitute after leaving Denbigh.

F however was incredibly lonely. C had remarried and F wasn’t spending time with his old hippy mates because he had given up illicit drugs and thus had nothing much in common with them anymore.

F was targeted by an unscrupulous woman, who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends. She had been married before and had three children from her previous marriage. Her former husband had been physically abusive to those children and had left her to live with an Angel from Ysbyty Gwynedd, who later commuted to a hospital in Milton Keynes to do agency work because it was so highly paid. The woman who targeted F was known to be absolutely desperate for another baby and basically also needed some dosh. The whole of Bethesda saw her move in on F – assisted by two of her mates who were networked into the paedophiles’ friends as well. They began a relationship and she moved into F’s house in Bethesda. She became pregnant, miscarried and then became pregnant again.

The day that his partner gave birth at the very end of 1992, F was delighted. He had been at the birth and had spent a small fortune getting everything ready for the baby. In fact he had spent so much money on his partner and her kids over the last two years that he had nothing left. He had sold his house in Bethesda and they were living in a rented house in Holyhead – which he had paid for and kitted out with furnishings, baby gear etc. That was his money gone.

The baby was about two weeks old when I heard that F was in the psychiatric ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd and had split up with the mother of his newborn baby. I had been to visit the new baby a few days before and whilst F was out of the room the baby’s mother remarked in passing that ‘I ‘feel a bit guilty because me and the kids have spent all his money’. I didn’t realise what was coming…

I went to visit F in hospital who told me ‘I have been used as a sperm donor and a cashpoint machine and now she’s thrown me out’. Over the next week it became clear that F had most succinctly summed up the situation – info from numerous sources confirmed that he had served his purpose and had now been dispensed with, penniless and homeless.

F then revealed that he had been denied access to his baby, although he had received more demands from his former partner for money. He had told his former partner that he didn’t have anything left, she’d had it all. He was told that they had heard that he had moved in with a new girlfriend and therefore she could hand money over. F’s new partner was approached in the street in Bethesda by a paedophiles’ friend who asked her for ‘money for [F’s former partner] and the baby, because she’s got nothing poor thing’. The new girlfriend responded that F had been bled dry and that no, she would not be donating to the ever hungry jaws of F’s former partner and her family.

F then explained to his new partner and staff at the Hergest Unit as well as to Drs Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson at Bethesda surgery why he was so concerned about the welfare of his baby son. He revealed that his former partner’s eldest son, a young man, had indecently assaulted at least two boys of ten whilst F had lived with the family and F was told by his former partner and her extended family not to say a word because they feared legal action. F was told by Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson that a referral would be made to Gwynedd Social Services.

F and his new partner were visited by Jo Bott, a former police officer with the North Wales Police, who was employed as a child protection officer. She was friendly and charm itself. She took details and was given the names of the only two other people outside of the family concerned who knew about the indecent assaults as potential witnesses. Some two weeks late Jo Bott returned. She told F that there were no concerns about the family, that there would be no investigation and as she left the house she threatened F’s new partner with action if she ‘didn’t leave [F’s former partner] alone’. F’s partner had not seen or communicated with his former partner since she had visited the new baby before the couple had split up.

F had not had been allowed access to his baby by his former partner since he had left the family home. He had seen his baby – because the baby’s mother gloried in pushing the baby around the village in which F and his new partner lived.

F then received a solicitor’s letter from his former partner requesting money. The solicitor concerned was Elwyn Jones, a paedophiles’ friend who had a practice in Bangor. David Jones, the paedophiles’ friend and now Tory MP for Clwyd West, worked in the same practice. Elwyn Jones was the son of Sir Elwyn Jones, the former MP for Conwy, another paedophiles’ friend. For details of Elwyn Jones, his dad Sir Elwyn and David Jones, see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’.

By this time, F’s former partner had been given a new (rented) house with the North Wales Housing Association in Bethesda. She furnished it with the gear that F had purchased whilst he lived with the family. Her teenaged daughter, M, – who was pregnant – and M’s boyfriend Martin were given a NWHA house next door. There was very nearly a revolution in Bethesda because at that time the housing list was a mile long and across the area there were young parents with one or even two children who were living with relatives after having been told that no accommodation was available.

One day on the bus to Bangor a neighbour of F’s former partner remarked to someone that she had some very expensive stuff in her house considering that she was a single mother on benefits. F was on the bus at the time and another passenger responded by saying ‘yes and there’s the man who paid for it all’.

It was then discovered that F’s former partner had ‘done a deal’ with Gwynedd Social Services – if she agreed to deny F access to his baby on the grounds that he ‘presented a danger’ to the baby, she and her daughter would be housed in the village of their choice, next door to each other. Jo Bott was involved with this deal, as was Gwynedd County Councillor Dafydd Orwig, who was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which later merged with Bangor University.

F was then told by five different people that his former partner’s eldest son had moved into a flat in Bethesda with another young man, that they had offered their services as babysitters to a family with young children and allegations of sexual assault had been made against them.

F contacted the Hergest Unit staff and Bethesda surgery once more concerning the welfare of his son, to whom who he still had no access. He was told to stop worrying about his former partner and to ‘move on with his life’. He still had no access to his son.

The young man who had been accused of sexual assault moved out of the flat in Bethesda but no charges were ever brought against him or his friend.

M then gave birth to her baby girl. By the time that the baby was four weeks old, bruises were found on the baby which M admitted inflicting. M then left Martin and baby and began a relationship with another (married) man. F’s former partner stated that she would look after her granddaughter. Martin applied for custody. Gwynedd Social Services opposed him and told M daughter that if she would agree to attend the court hearing, she and F’s former partner would be given custody of the baby.  Fortunately for the baby girl, M did not bother to attend the hearing and custody was awarded to Martin, who lived with his parents in Tregarth – Martin’s family were very much more stable than M’s family.

Meanwhile F was charged with threatening a social worker – the case collapsed after the social worker admitted during the court hearing that she’d lied in her statement to the police. There was no investigation into the social worker.

M gave birth to another baby and injured that baby as well. I understand that the baby was taken into care.

F’s former partner and her family moved then away from Bethesda and I was told that she’d gone to live ‘with a friend and her family’ in Colwyn Bay.

The birth of F’s baby and the great stuffing over of F happened during the first police investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales.

When M and Martin’s baby was about 2-3 yrs old – so in approx 1995-96, as the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales grew louder and louder – Martin was found dead in the road near Bethesda. He had been hit by a lorry and killed. His death received coverage in the local paper and Martin’s devotion to his daughter was discussed in the article. It was explained that Martin’s little girl would now be brought up by Martin’s parents. There was no mention of the struggle that Martin had endured in order to gain custody of his daughter when she was a baby.

There was no investigation into Martin’s death. He was a witness to the way in which F had been stitched up as well as to other matters involving M’s family.

 

The following people – and many more as well – are still alive and knew the full details behind the fleecing of F and the theft of his son and some of them colluded with it:

Jo Bott; Drs Heinersdorff, Mithan, Nickson, Gareth Jones; Slob Ingham; Jan Ingham; Keith Fearns; Tom Harney; Jackie Brandt; Dr Sadie Francis; Dr Bob Tresman; Dr Neil Cheshire; Ella Fisk; Jeff Crowther; Penny Phillips; Gareth Phillips.

A number of other people knew as well but are now dead. All the above knew that F did not ‘abandon his son’ and ‘refuse to support him’. F had been taken to the cleaners and had to spend two years living a mile down the road from where his son had been housed with a bunch of child molesters, whilst F’s new partner cleared the utility of bills of his former partner and her family (nearly £1000) because F’s former partner had kept them in F’s name after she kicked him out. F’s new partner and F then received threats and demands for yet more money. When that didn’t work, they received offers of photos of F’s baby because he was a lovely baby and if only they could see what he looked like…

If that wasn’t enough, someone then killed Martin.

F’s former partner’s first husband Dai is now married to Katherine Jones, who has stood in recent elections as the Arfon candidate for Arthur Scargill’s Socialist Party.

Now perhaps Operation Pallial would like to interview all these people about some very serious crimes committed between 1992-1996.

Furthermore invertebrates, F might have been a ‘known schizophrenic’ but he had a bloody site more guts than you lot as he ran the gauntlet of paedophiles’ friends every time he left his house – paedophiles’ friends who even found a problem with him because of his hat and coloured waistcoats of all things. As he breezily said on so many occasions ‘I’m going to make a lot of people angry today by wearing my hat’.

 

I have mentioned that the Hergest staff were oblivious to the details of F’s life as a young man, those details had just been lost in the clouds of known schizophrenia, untoward hats and other stupid obsessions of the Top Doctors – they didn’t actually listen to much of what most of the patients told them anyway. So they missed a great deal.

 

What I knew was that F had a firm belief that Jimi Hendrix had been killed by criminal medical negligence on the grounds that certain establishment figures ‘hated Hendrix’. I spent a lot of time telling F that I knew well the appalling attitudes of Top Doctors towards certain cohorts and I also knew that Top Docs were not above not looking after certain people too well in the belief that they wouldn’t last too long – it was clear that this rationale had been applied to me and a number of other people I know, including F himself – but I wasn’t sure that the same had happened to Hendrix. F maintained that not only had Hendrix been helped along his way after he’d been admitted to hospital following an overdose, but that a former girlfriend of Hendrix was concealing what had happened and another former girlfriend knew ‘the truth’ and was being slowly destroyed.

F maintained that whilst he had been in Risley after the fire, a detective from London arrived and said that he had come to interview him about Hendrix’s death. F never wavered from this story – a detective had arrived and after F had refused to discuss anything with him the detective had lost his temper, said ‘you’re bloody nuts anyway’ and he had been thrown back into his cell. Brown and I always took the view that a detective did go to see F – Risley was ridden with corruption and there were no rules there, nothing will have been documented – but it was probably someone trying to extract information about the drug scene in north Wales. Then I wondered if it was someone who was trying to ensure that the violence in the police station and the fitting up of F was kept under wraps.

But after reading a bit more about Hendrix’s death I’m now wondering whether, as F always claimed, that detective was something to do with matters Hendrix.

It is taken as a given that Jimi Hendrix died on 18 Sep 1970 after an overdose. What I didn’t realise was that there was indeed a lot of confusion surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death and that two of his former girlfriends were indeed at each others throats, because one of them, Monika, alleged medical negligence so serious that it killed Hendrix. The other former girlfriend, Kathy, married a Top Doctor after Hendrix’s death and maintained that this was an outrageous allegation, outrageous enough for Mrs Top Doctor to at one point attempt to have Monika imprisoned.

Kathy has fared rather better than Monika – Monika was trashed by the media and killed herself years ago.

 

Kathy Etchingham was born 1946 in Derby, the daughter of an Irishman from Dublin. Her mother deserted the family when Kathy was ten years old, and Kathy was sent to the Holy Faith convent boarding school in Dublin. Returning to England, having been ‘snatched from the convent’ by her mother, she made her way to London when she was 16.

In London, Kathy became a DJ at the Cromwellian Club in Kensington and later at the Scotch of St James nightclub, in addition to working as a hairdresser. She knew musicians of the period including ‘The Animals’, ‘The Who’, ‘The Kinks’, ‘The Moody Blues’, ‘The Move’ and many others. 

Kathy met Hendrix when she was 20 in the Scotch of St James, on the night of his arrival in London in Sept 1966 and they became a couple. In 1969, she and Hendrix parted.

Monika Dannemann was a German figure skater and the last girlfriend of Hendrix. After Hendrix died, Monika married the guitarist Uli John Roth of the ‘Scorpions’.

Monika was first introduced to Jimi on 12 Jan 1969 in Dusseldorf where he was playing a concert. She spent the night with him and part of the next day and accompanied him to Cologne, where he was playing another concert. Monika returned to Dusseldorf – Hendrix spent the last night of the tour with model Uschi Obermaier. On 25 March 1969, Hendrix wrote to Monika inviting her to visit him in New York City. Monika claimed that she next saw Hendrix on 25 April 1969 at the Speakeasy Club in London, where she bumped into him. Monika stated that they spent time together over the next nine days but that she only spent one night with him.

After his Sept 1970 European tour, Hendrix began a relationship with model Kirsten Nefer. Nefer left London due to work and Hendrix took up with Monika on 15 Sept 1970 and spent the next four nights with her at the Samarkand Hotel in Notting Hill Gate, where he fell into a coma.

It is accepted that Monika was the last person to see Hendrix alive. On the evening of 17 Sept 1970, Hendrix took at least one amphetamine pill at a party. He returned to Monika’s flat and took nine of Monika’s Vesparax sleeping tablets – the recommended dose was half to one tablet. Monika claimed that one the morning of 18 Sept, she found Hendrix in a coma at her flat. She called for an ambulance which arrived at 11:27 am. Hendrix was declared dead at St Mary Abbot’s Hospital at 12:45 pm. The cause of death was ‘asphyxiation through aspiration of vomit due to a barbiturate overdose’.

Monika seemed to have great difficulty getting over Hendrix’s death, although she did marry Roth. She spent the rest of her life selling her paintings of Hendrix and enjoyed dressing up as a rock chick years after Hendrix and many of those who associated with her had died. Monika’s claim that Hendrix was her real love didn’t concern Roth – he was a massive Hendrix fan himself and accepted Monika’s loyalty to her dead boyfriend.

The one person who was seriously pissed off by Monika living on her memories of Hendrix was Kathy Etchingham. Their spat brewed away for many years without people outside the circle of Hendrix devotees – such as F – really noticing, but in April 1996 it hit the media as a result of Kathy taking legal action against Monika for contempt of court and requesting her imprisonment.

Kathy seemed to place herself in a contradictory position. She dripped with contempt for Monika on the grounds that Monika was a sad old bag who had spent decades dining out on her relationship with Hendrix and that she ought to bloody well get over it and indeed ‘move on’. Much was made in the media of Kathy’s status as a ‘middle aged Surrey doctor’s wife’ who was a great deal more sane than the deranged Monika. Yet the Surrey doctor’s wife, like Monika, made damn sure that everyone knew that she had been Hendrix’s girlfriend. Furthermore, Kathy had been Hendrix’s REAL girlfriend, as opposed to Monika the flibbertigibit who had only known Hendrix for a few days of casual sex at the end of his life.

In April 1996 Monika was found guilty of contempt of court by Mr Justice French, for repeating ‘false allegations’ against Kathy, precisely that Kathy was an ‘inveterate liar’ about her relationship with Hendrix. Monika’s 1995 book ‘The Inner Life Of Jimi Hendrix’ had quoted Hendrix as saying that Kathy was someone who would ‘cheat and lie for money’. Kathy claimed that the book was libellous and took Monika to court where Monika gave the undertaking which she later breached and saw her before Justice French in April 1996.

Kathy had asked Mr Justice French to imprison Monika. He declined to do so, but did award costs of £30,000 against Monika.

 

The matter was reported by the Indie on 3 April, 1996, who stated that Kathy had ‘claimed victory yesterday over her Sixties rival who was found guilty of contempt by a High Court judge’.

Kathy stated that ‘This is a victory for common sense and I am absolutely delighted. This has been an ongoing problem for me but I hope this is an end to it now. I was fed up that someone who only had a relationship with Jimi for three days claims she was engaged to him. It is absolutely bizarre that this has been going on for 26 years’.

The Indie continued: ‘The battle between the two women goes back to the Seventies. In a series of ‘News of the World’ articles, Miss Etchingham claimed that Miss Danneman did not do enough to save Hendrix after he died from an overdose of sleeping tablets. Miss Danneman wrote her libellous book in 1995 in which she quoted Hendrix as saying that Mrs Etchingham was a girl ‘who will cheat and lie for money’.

Matters moved up to a whole new level two days later when Monika was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes Benz near her home in Seaford, East Sussex. The verdict was one of suicide.

 

The media’s reaction after Monika’s death were extraordinary. Was there any sympathy shown towards Monika? Not at all – a load more abuse was heaped upon her.

On 6 April 6, 1996, the ‘Daily Mail’ published a deeply unpleasant article by Edward Verity:

‘The death of 50-year-old Monika Danneman, the guitar hero’s `fiancee’, in a fume-filled car brings to an end half a lifetime of pointless fretting and grieving over a man who, if the truth be told, she hardly knew. For Kathy Etchingham, another former Hendrix girlfriend and Monika’s rival in this week’s High Court case, it means the painful reopening of old wounds at a time when she should have been celebrating her legal victory. The story of Jimi, Monika and Kathy is an extraordinary saga of obsession, jealousy, love, Swinging Sixties excess and wasted life…Monika’s version of events – long disputed by Kathy and many Hendrix fans – was given…at the inquest…The German-born blonde told how Hendrix, to whom she had been engaged for two years, came to stay at her West London flat four days before his death.

On their last day together, they took photographs and went shopping before she cooked spaghetti bolognese for dinner and opened a bottle of white wine.`There was no arguing or stress. We were talking and listening to music,’ she said. After helping with the washing up and writing his last song, Hendrix decided he wanted to go to a party on his own. Monika dutifully drove him, returning at 2.30 am to collect him. The following day she woke at 10.20 am and wanted some cigarettes. `But as Jimi did not like me going out without me telling him, I looked to see if he was awake. He was sleeping normally. Just before I was about to go out I glanced at him again and realised he was ill. I tried to wake up but I couldn’t. Then I saw he had been taking some of my sleeping tablets. He must have taken them shortly after I started to fall asleep.’

Verity continues:

‘Monika’s story is that Hendrix died at 12.45 pm that day, shortly after being admitted to hospital. She told the inquest she had never known the guitarist take hard drugs, although he had admitted trying them. `He was never sad or depressed when he was with me,’ she concluded. A verdict of accidental death was recorded and Monika stuck rigidly to her story ever afterwards, even hiring her own private investigator at one stage to prove she did all she could to save him. `What I said at the inquest is exactly what happened,’ she told the Mail in December 1993 after we revealed Scotland Yard was reopening its investigation into Hendrix’s death. `The police will find that out. There are some people who are trying to reinvent Jimi’s death. But the fact is he died accidentally. Naturally I will never forget that night, but I have nothing to hide. What certain people are saying about Jimi’s death and about me is not nice.’

 

So Monika seems to have been defending herself from accusations that she had been responsible for Hendrix’s death – she felt such pressure that she had even resorted to hiring a private detective to defend her position. Her comments to the Mail in 1993 seem to be quite restrained in view of the allegations that were levelled at her (some people alleged that she poisoned Hendrix). The harshest that Monika gets is to state that what some people were saying about her ‘is not nice’. If someone accused me of murder, I’d be a lot ruder about them than that.

Yet the Mail took this as a declaration of war: ‘The latter was, of course, an implicit attack on Kathy, now 49 and married to Dr Nicholas Page and living in a £400,000 detached house in Surrey surrounded by woodland. This mutual enmity is hardly surprising. For the two leading women in Hendrix’s life were as different as their contrasting versions of his death.’

We’re on familiar ‘Daily Mail’ territory here – the middle aged and middle class, the alleged value of the house provided (in Surrey as well) along with the info that it’s next to a nice woods. Probably with Tufty resident among the trees.

Whereas the deceased Monika was ‘pinched and fragile with a hippy fringe and a cascade of Born Unblonde curls’ who ‘lived like a recluse in a thatched cottage on the South Coast which she turned into a shrine to her lost love. Her paintings of Hendrix, depicted as a young god come to earth, stared down from every wall.’

But by ‘Daily Mail’ standards, doesn’t a thatched cottage on the south coast usually win hands down over a Surrey house next to someone else’s woodland? Perhaps not, if there are paintings of Hendrix inside the thatched cottage and the owner of the cottage uses the wrong brand of hair-dye.

Even the more liberal Indie couldn’t resist putting the boot into the dead Monika. An article by Mary Braid on 30 April 1996 told readers that:

‘…most press reports concluded that [Monika’s] death brought to an end a 26-year catfight. Dannemann, 50, was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes after being found guilty of contempt of court for repeating a libel against a 49-year- old Surrey doctor’s wife…the story is more than a lifetime of eye-scratching. It is the tale of the creation of a rock ‘n’ roll myth and of the woman who built her life upon it and felt compelled to bow out when the elaborate, artificial edifice began to crumble around her….To Dannemann, [Hendrix] was not just the world’s most gifted guitarist. She considered him a prophet…She claims she soon left Germany and her job as an ice-skating teacher to follow Jimi to London. She has always claimed – despite contrary evidence – that an 18-month relationship and engagement followed. What no one can deny is that she was with him the night he choked to death on his own vomit’.

Braid geared up even more:

‘she was for ever the focus for suspicions surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death. Some said she delayed calling an ambulance; a few even claimed she poisoned him. After Jimi died, Dannemann made a career of being Hendrix’s fiancee. Endless newspaper, documentary and book interviews followed with spreads in Hello! magazine at her home in Seaford, Sussex (a veritable shrine to Hendrix), and with Hendrix’s family in Seattle, as well as guest appearances at Hendrix conventions’.

Mary Braid then let’s us know who the real partner of Hendrix was and it wasn’t the deluded old slapper who, interestingly, was obviously accepted by Hendrix’s family and fans:

‘In Dannemann’s lifelong homage to Hendrix, Etchingham was always the party-pooper. Hendrix had lived with Etchingham in the late Sixties. Their relationship lasted for almost three years. He was still involved with her when Dannemann claims their love affair began. Etchingham’s mere existence was annoyance enough. But her very different view of Hendrix – troubled booze and drug-abusing man rather than serene, spiritual, drug- free demi-God – no doubt irked Dannemann more…the contrast between the women was stark – Dannemann with her Marianne Faithful fringe, a grotesque superannuated hippy chick versus Etchingham with the sleek Nineties bob and the executive suit. While Dannemann’s life seemed to freeze on the day Hendrix died, Kathy, a mother of two, had had the sense to let the Sixties go.’

Monika’s fringe obviously caused as much trouble as F’s hat. Why ever would one attribute sanity or credibility to a woman with a fringe if she was pitched against a woman with ‘a sleek Nineties bob’ and an ‘executive suit’?

I hope that the ‘Daily Mail’ don’t ever write an article about me, they’re going to find me seriously wanting.

Mary Braidy does realise that Monika’s husband was seriously pissed off with the media coverage of his late wife: ‘Uli John Roth, who lived with Dannemann for 17 years, seethes at how the newspapers depicted Dannemann as timewarp woman. “I’m speaking up for Monika because she was never very good at speaking up for herself,” he says.

Well she wasn’t a Top Doctor’s wife mouthing off to the ‘Daily Mail’ and demanding that people should be imprisoned – people who of course are sad and mad and can’t be believed but nonetheless need to be imprisoned.

Where have I encountered such logic before?

Uli Roth took the view that Monika was in a rather better position that the Top Doc’s wife in possession of the sleek Nineties bob where having knowledge of Hendrix before he died was concerned: ‘She was involved with him during the last 18 months when he went through a lot of emotional and spiritual changes…There was no one that he told as much to as he told Dannemann. And that made some people very, very jealous. He was not the psychedelic bubblehead guitar player as portrayed’.

Uli had also stated that he believed that foul play may well have been involved in Monika’s death, despite the verdict of suicide.

We are not provided with a description of Uli’s hairstyle or clothes, so we don’t know how believable he is.

 

It gets better. Not only is the dead nearly-imprisoned Monika nuts, but Kathy is the real victim. Mary Braid explains:

‘At her luxury home in the Surrey countryside, Kathy Etchingham answers her front door accompanied by a huge dog. She peeps out as if looking for trouble. Someone has phoned that morning accusing her of murdering Dannemann. Her large homely kitchen seems a world away from Jimi Hendrix and the far-out, blow your mind, psychedelic Sixties. There are no portraits of Jimi. Today, she is trying to rescue her 18-year-old son from Japan where he has run out of money and she is waiting for her husband, Nick, to get home from work.’

So Kathy is holed up in her country house, equipped with a drug dealer’s dog (Dafydd had a Doberman) and no doubt other security measures. Although Kathy was ‘delighted’ to have won the High Court case against the mad, sad Monika, she’s not gloating:

‘Etchingham has said little since the suicide out of respect for Dannemann’s family. But she says she does not blame herself. She could not allow Dannemann to go on repeating the libel that she was a liar and that she stole from Jimi. The Hendrix scene, she says, has its share of crazies. Dannemann’s accusations were putting her life at risk.’

 

How Monika’s accusations were putting Kathy’s life at risk was not explained. If I knew that someone who had had a relationship with the same man as me 26 yrs ago was preserved in aspic and enjoyed chatting about old times and flogging pictures of the former partner and I prided myself on my luxury house, my sleek Nineties bob and having ‘moved on’, I’m not sure that I’d bother to try to have her imprisoned even if she had published a book calling me a liar. I don’t think I’d be that concerned, especially if I was dismissing everyone from those times as ‘crazies’.

 

Once again, readers were reminded of Kathy’s superior qualities: ‘Etchingham is still remarkably girlish; with cheekbones to kill for’.

If readers seek out a photo of Kathy from this time, they will see a middle-aged woman with a boring hairstyle, not evidence of cheekbones capable of incitement to murder.

Kathy ‘was a 23-year-old hairdresser when she dated Jimi. She was another person in another time and she seldom thinks of Jimi these days, she claims. But you wonder. Because even here the past still has its pull. She cared enough to spend three years in the early Nineties investigating the circumstances surrounding Jimi Hendrix’s death. She criticised Dannemann’s account of Jimi’s death for its “inconsistencies”. And her 34-page dossier resulted in Scotland Yard reopening the case, although it was subsequently dropped.’

 

For someone who in no way thinks of herself and her value in terms of her status as Hendrix’s former girlfriend, Kathy certainly pushed the boat out. She even got Scotland Yard to re-investigate his death. So who was Kathy accusing of what?

Kathy retained a healthy interest in Hendrix after Monika’s death. She led a campaign to persuade English Heritage to place a Blue Plaque on the Mayfair flat which she and Hendrix shared – the Plaque was erected in 1997. Because, of course ‘she cared’.

In 1998 Kathy published a book about her life with Hendrix.

Er – this is a woman who has ‘moved on?’

 

After Monika’s death, Kathy told the media that ‘she only got involved in the whole Hendrix business in the early Nineties’.

So what was all that about a 26 yr long spat with Monika, who was such a pain in the bum that she needed jailing?

Kathy explained: ‘I don’t like history being altered’…it’s not right that anyone should change the character and essence of a person. Jimi was a really nice bloke but he was not a prophet…At the end he was a man who had lost his way. If you look at the footage of the final concerts you can see what LSD and cocaine do.’ Kathy believed that ‘the court case was the final blow to Dannemann’s lifelong deception’. ‘The court case established once and for all that she was not Jimi’s girlfriend’, Kathy was quoted as saying, ‘Everything was beginning to catch up with her’.

 

I’m not sure how a court case can establish whether someone had been in a relationship with someone else or not – was Mr Justice French resident in Hendrix’s bedroom at the time? I think that it might have been the non-stop denigration from the world’s media, the accusations that Monika was a murderer and Kathy’s attempt to imprison her that might have caught up with Monika.

 

Monika had received quite a kicking by the time that she was found dead. In Feb 1996, an American music magazine ‘cast doubt’ on her version of events on the night that Hendrix died and on her claims to have had a relationship with him. A hour-long documentary on Radio 4 broadcast at about the same time ‘was just as sceptical’ and a new film was ‘expected to add to the doubt’. To Steve Rodham, editor of ‘Jimpress’, a Hendrix fanzine, Monika’s life was a life wasted: ‘I think she really did believe she was Jimi’s girlfriend although there was no real evidence… Jimi was just a guitar player. If he was alive, he would have laughed his socks off about all this. He liked women, but the music always came first’.

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…