While I was listening to the radio the other evening when the ludicrous scrap between Margaret ‘Little Nell’ Hodge and Jeremy Corbyn was being discussed, Tom Watson was quoted as saying that anti-semitism in the Labour Party was a ‘vortex of eternal shame’. At least I think that’s what Tom was referring to, the scrap over the hurt feelings of Little Nell has now become so complex and involves so many people that I am losing track of who has accused who of what as well as the hyperbole which has been used to describe it.
In previous posts I’ve described how after raising concerns about Gwynne the lobotomist et al, Brown and I found ourselves surrounded by some rather odd people who in the guise of housemates and various other associates of ours, wasted much of our time and often our money as well and frequently left us exhausted. I explained that I have received convincing evidence that many of these people were undercover police/members of the security services who were sent after us, such was the anxiety that we were going to realise that we had stumbled upon the Westminster Paedophile Ring and start publishing. Our encounters with such folk came thick and fast after the mid-1980s.
Someone has reminded me of the truly bizarre summer of 1984, just after graduation, when our shared house on Anglesey was inundated with visitors who moved in to stay for a few weeks whom we did not even know. It all began before finals when we advertised a spare room and a marine biology student called Liz moved in.
I cannot remember what Liz’s surname was because she wasn’t one of our crowd and she only lived at our house for a short while. But her presence in our house could well have been important, because of who her dad was. He was a fairly high ranking police officer serving with the Cheshire force. The Cheshire force, along with the North Wales Police, were the main colluding police officers with Dafydd’s gang. Sir Peter Morrison was the MP for Chester then and it has now been admitted that the Cheshire police caught Morrison abusing boys on a number of occasions but took no action against him. When Liz lived with us, Morrison was Minister for Employment, under Secretary of State for Employment Tom King. The Tom King who was the Tory MP for my original home town of Bridgwater, who was personally known to the people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales and who by 1987 had found themselves feted by the offspring of rich and famous Tories and in soon in possession of substantial sums of money (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).
In 1984 the Home Secretary was Leon Brittan, who has been named as a child abuser. I have not spent much time on this blog discussing the allegations that Brittan was a sex offender because no-one has sent me any evidence that he was and Brittan’s name does not appear on any documents from my own files. I have however discussed in earlier posts what was happening in the Home Office when Brittan was Home Secretary. Brittan was handed a dossier by Geoffrey Dickens MP which named Westminster figures and other ‘VIPs’ who were abusing children and detailed their crimes. After ‘forgetting’ that Dickens had given him this file, Brittan then admitted receiving the dossier but subsequently ‘lost’ it. Investigations years later revealed that numerous files concerning allegations and information relating to the Westminster Paedophile Ring had ‘gone missing’ from the Home Office.
At the same time, Thatcher’s Gov’t had effectively created a highly paid national police force which frequently acted as the Gov’ts own personal enforcers. This was very obvious during the policing of the Miners’ Strike, 1984-85. Endemic police corruption and brutality was ignored (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). The Prison Service was in a similar state and Risley Remand Centre was run as Dafydd’s personal prison, with the ‘hospital wing’ being full of kids from the north Wales children’s homes or mental health patients who had not even been found guilty of the frequently trumped up charges on which they had been arrested. Many were found dead in their cells. See post ‘Include Me Out’.
The Home Office was corrupt through and through.
Liz’s family were all Tories and one conversation that I remember having with her was her family’s loathing of their constituency MP, the Labour member for Crewe and Nantwich, Gwyneth Dunwoody. Dunwoody concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang, as did her husband John Dunwoody, a Top Doctor who was also the Labour MP for Falmouth and Camborne, 1966-70 (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). John Dunwoody served as Chairman of the Kensington, Chelsea and Westminster Area Health Authority, 1977-82, Chairman of the Family Planning Association, 1981–87 (see post ‘The Great Stink’ for info about the FPA) and Chairman of the Bloomsbury District Health Authority, 1982–90. From 1996 Dunwoody was Vice-Chairman of the Merton, Sutton and Wandsworth Local Medical Committee. John Dunwoody concealed the paedophile gangs operating in Islington and south London and the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring as well. Dunwoody was living in Languedoc when he died after an accident at home in 2006.
John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which kids in care were taken ‘on holiday’. Dafydd held ‘clinics’ in the south of France. In 2005 my lawyers summoned Keith Thomson, the Chief Executive of the North West Wales NHS Trust, before a High Court judge who threatened to jail Thomson if he did not hand over my medical records which had been unlawfully withheld. When we received the records and read the degree of wrongdoing which had been documented, Brown and I made it clear that one day we would publish. It was at this time that John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer and that my car was broken into and nothing stolen but letters from my lawyer. Then my brakes were tampered with, causing me to nearly crash and I was constantly stopped by the police when out driving, on one occasion being accused of stealing my own car. Stopped by the police three times in one day over a journey of 10 miles was my personal best…
Liz’s family did not hate Gwyneth Dunwoody for concealing organised crime, along with her husband. (Dunwoody’s daughter Tamsin later joined in the party and served as the AM for Preseli Pembrokeshire, 2003-07. See posts ‘Message To Tamsin!’ and ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’. There was a long standing paedophile gang in west Wales with links to Dafydd’s gang and while Tamsin was AM there were scandals regarding the abuse of kids in care in Pembrokeshire. ) Liz and her parents hated Gwyneth Dunwoody for being smug, rude and disrespectful. By that time Dunwoody was facing allegations of financial dishonesty and there was massive pressure on her to stand down as MP. Dunwoody didn’t and no-one made her. Furthermore although Dunwoody was subsequently bankrupted and had her house repossessed, she bounced back financially remarkably quickly and was soon living the good life again. The world was told that this was because Gwyneth was a Strong Woman. It was rather more likely that it was because she was a corrupt old bag who was concealing the crimes of professional people and some others in very high places. Including police officers who hated her.
Liz only ever did one thing at our house that was unacceptable and caused a problem. When her parents came up for graduation, Liz colonised the room of one of the others who lived in our house and told her parents that they could use his room to sleep in. The young man who’s room it was had no idea that this was happening, he’d gone to stay with his mum near Pwllheli for a few days and hit the roof when he returned to find that the policeman from Cheshire and his wife had been kipping in his room. I thought at the time that it was a bit odd that a well-paid middle-aged middle-ranking police officer and his wife were dossing down in a student house without permission. The mum of the young man who’s room was commandeered fostered children and openly talked about the appalling social workers in Gwynedd who did not give a damn about the children in care. Her son knew a great deal about the police corruption in north Wales as well.
When Liz moved into our house, her boyfriend Andreas moved in as well. Liz then went to spend an extended time at her parents’ house in Cheshire, but Andreas remained living at our house. Andreas was German and I think that he was a postgrad who had just finished his course. I liked Andreas, he was very friendly and chatty and was a member of the German Greens and we used to spend hours discussing all sorts of things. I’ve been told recently that Andreas was some sort of undercover officer who gathered information on Brown and me. Andreas knew Brown’s brother as well, because he came up to stay with us that summer too.
Although Andreas was very helpful around the house and did more than his share of the housework, cooking etc, he took a leaf out of Liz’s book and invited family and friends to stay without warning us. Indeed, Andreas invited a great many of his friends and relations to stay and throughout the summer of 1984 our house was a very busy and full place. The first visitor to arrive was a friend of Andreas’s who was a student who’s hobby was photography. Like Andreas, he was very chatty and friendly and involved with Green and anti-nuclear politics in Germany. He took photos absolutely everywhere, all the time. Hundreds of them, with one of those cameras that just takes photo after photo. Particularly of me, although I asked him not to. Me in the house, me walking through Bangor, me just everywhere. Someone else apart from those in our house knew about this, because I received a message last week asking me if I remembered the young German man who took all those photos of me in 1984… I haven’t been sent copies of the photos but I’ve been given enough info to know that the person who contacted me has either seen those photos or watched that young man taking them.
After the enthusiastic photographer, a German medical student called Johannes arrived. Johannes and I exchanged info about healthcare systems in the UK and Germany. Then a friend of Johannes’s arrived, an Austrian girl who told me about the belief that Austrians had that German youth were seriously over-indulged and took a great deal for granted. Which we then found out for ourselves when Andreas’s brother and his girlfriend arrived, who were a serious nightmare. All they talked about was drugs and how ‘Alice In Wonderland’ was really about psychedelics, they ate all our food, made a dreadful mess and were stoned all the time; I could hardly believe that Andreas and his brother were from the same family. It was after those two imposed themselves that we asked Andreas not to invite anyone else. Andreas moved out shortly afterwards.
When a series of young people from mainland Europe spent a few months dossing down at our house, I had no idea that Dafydd et al were part of a much bigger gang which stretched across Europe. I have mentioned before that the interest which members of Dafydd’s gang and their associates were showing in ‘European projects’ in the 1990s now looks very worrying indeed. I knew a little bit about one of the European projects with which some of the social worker colleagues of the gang were involved because some years later I worked on a European project with the two German professors who had carried out field work with those social workers a few years previously. I even read the transcripts of some of the interviews with the social workers that the German academics had recorded. I recognised some of the patients whom the social workers were discussing – they were people who had been abused and neglected by those social workers. I have no idea whether the visiting German academics, Prof Fritz Schutze and Prof Gerhard Reimann, had any idea that they conducted field work with the colleagues of a trafficking gang who had told the German visitors a pack of lies about the ‘excellence’ of the mental health services in north Wales.
The initial contacts with the German team were made either just before the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched or just after it opened. When I worked with Fritz and Gerhard, the Professor of Sociology at Bangor University and his senior sociologist colleague led the Bangor team, but from what I understood the links with Germany had been forged by a former member of Bangor staff, John Borland. I didn’t know John Borland, but what I do know is that when ‘service user involvement’ became obligatory for social work training, Borland established a business which supplied ‘service users’ for this very purpose. So not only did Borland make a bit of dosh out of ‘service user involvement’ himself, but he ensured a supply of approved service users to provide the ‘involvement’ and ‘feedback on services’. Had Borland not done this, the reality of clients’ experiences with the ‘services’ in north Wales would have been horribly visible – the violent assaults on patients, the perjury of staff in order to secure convictions against clients/patients and the crimes of that trafficking gang…
John Borland was married to Sandra Betts, a sociologist who was a specialist in Wimmin in Wales. By the time that I began working as a sociologist at Bangor, Sandra Betts was very nearly dead on her feet. She had been a very heavy smoker throughout her life which must have resulted in emphysema, because she had breathing difficulties and on the last occasion that I saw her, Betts was attached to a mobile oxygen supply. Sandra Betts was obviously too ill to work but she refused to step down. She remained a member of full-time salaried staff. Her lectures and marking were done entirely by two young female PhD students. They had such a heavy workload as a result of doing Bett’s job for her that I presumed that they were being paid. They weren’t. They were giving lectures and marking hundreds of exam scripts for no pay at all. I later met a female sociologist who had worked at Bangor years previously, before Betts was hooked up to oxygen. She told me that Betts’s work had always been done by unpaid PhD students and that Betts and her mates were a complete nightmare. This sociologist told me that Betts and her pals blew any good sociologists out of the water and this woman herself had resigned from her job at Bangor when she witnessed Betts and her accomplices deliberately mark an outstanding student down to ensure that she didn’t get a First because they didn’t want this young woman staying on in the Dept for a PhD.
It was one of Sandra Betts’s mates who tried to prevent the publication of a book that Brown and I wrote on women in mid-twentieth century rural Wales…
One of Borland and Betts’s mates was Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer. The Slayer was a grossly incompetent lecturer in social policy and law at Bangor. The Slayer’s twin brother Huw was one of the solicitors who sat in the Courts in north Wales throughout the 1980s and 90s watching Dafydd and the gang fitting people up. The Slayer’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, who was Director of Gwynedd Social Services when Gwynedd clients were dying of neglect and abuse and his wife is Joanna Griffiths, who was Director of Conwy Social Services, while clients in the care of that organisation were abused and trafficked. See previous posts, including ‘Are You Local?’ for further details of this mafia.
The Slayer made frequent visits to Europe, particularly the former Eastern Bloc countries as well as to Russia.
Please wake up everyone, can no-one really see what the interest in Europe on the part of Dafydd’s associates was all about. None of them were competent academics and they knew bugger all about European studies, in fact some of them were openly racist to the young Polish sociologist who joined the team at Bangor when the Professor of Sociology took over the European project. She spoke fluent English, Polish, German and Russian, had a First from a Polish university, another First from a UK university, an MSc from the LSE – where she achieved the highest mark in the statistics paper of any student – and then completed a PhD at Bangor University. She won a prize for being one of the best PhD students in the world in the year in which she submitted her thesis. She was turned down for the first post-doc job that she applied for at Bangor, by Professor Catherine Robinson, who has spent her entire career toadying to the paedophiles’ friends and was then told by the son of a social worker that she should not be given a job at Bangor because she wasn’t Welsh. Fortunately for Bangor, another post-doc job came up a while later with a Professor who is not a paedophiles’ friend and she was offered that post.
It really is tragic isn’t it. One of the best young sociologists in the world? Oh fuck off, we’re not employing her. Surely there must be someone who’s mum and dad are friends with Dafydd who could do with this job?
- Older readers may remember the Monty Python Gumby Brain Specialist:
I’ve just been watching a clip of the Windbag in his more recent years being interviewed by what looks like a student journo about the Windbag’s early career. Because the journo is not Paxman the Windbag patronises away and lets a few things slip. Things that members of the south Wales Labour Party will all know but that I didn’t. Precisely that the Windbag secured his nomination for the safe seat of Bedwellty (later Islwyn) with massive help from the NUM. That’s the NUM whom the Windbag failed to support when the NUM went on strike in 1984. I knew that many involved with that strike hate the old bastard and I’ve recently read references to the Windbag being known as ‘Ramsay MacKinnock’, but I had no idea that the Windbag was only ever selected as the Labour candidate for Bedwellty as a result of massive support from the NUM. It sounded like a highly co-ordinated campaign to get the Windbag selected as well and he won that selection against an NUM rep…
The Windbag’s predecessor was Harold Finch. I have not found an explanation as to why Finch stood down to make way for the Windbag. Finch was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1964-66, in Wilson’s first Gov’t. The child molester George Thomas was creeping around the Welsh Office by 1966, before becoming Secretary of State for Wales in 1968. The whole of the south Wales Labour Party knew that Thomas was molesting kids but everyone kept schtum. Thomas was a mate of Harold’s and led the General Election campaigns, sharing platforms with Harold. The Windbag’s in-laws’ friend Cledwyn Hughes was Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68. Lord Cledwyn was MP for Anglesey and concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al for decades. Wilson moved Lord Cledwyn from the Welsh Office against Lord Cledwyn’s wishes, to make way for George Thomas.
I mentioned in my post ‘The Great Stink’ that George Thomas loved the Top Docs and the NHS and because they were treating George Thomas for STIs and concealing his sex offending, George Thomas was greatly in debt to the Top Docs, so he raised dosh for medical charidees and snaffled the lion’s share of NHS funding for Wales to build the University Hospital in Cardiff.
Everyone knows about the Windbag’s humble origins and that his ‘political hero’ is Nye Bevan. If you’re an aspiring male Labour politician, it is obligatory for your political hero to be Nye Bevan, in the way that if you are an aspiring female Labour politician you have to admire Battling Barbara Castle. Who climbed the ladder on her back as the expression goes, but these days no-one mentions Babs’s extra-marital shagging with those who could help her career. Jack Straw could tell us all about it though, Jack was Battling Barbara’s adviser at the DHSS when Babs was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and other gangs, including the gang operating in Islington. Jack Straw was an Islington Councillor, he was Little Nell’s Deputy on the Housing Committee.
The Windbag is always described as a miner’s son. Can anyone remember what the Windbag’s mum did for a living? I can. The Windbag’s mum was a district nurse in south Wales. Working with all those other Angels and Top Docs who knew what George Thomas was doing.
It has been admitted that one of the many complaints about George Thomas was that he anally raped a ten year old boy. It wasn’t disputed that Thomas did this. The boy and his family were silenced and there was no police action.
Is there a clue among all this as to why a thick idiot who was a standing joke and by the standards of the time was considered worryingly young and inexperienced – and who later showed himself to have no principles at all – was selected for a safe Labour seat above so many other people with equally credible south Wales Labour credentials, including an NUM rep?
- ‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us.’
One of my friends was murdered Kinnock. In the spring of 1986. During that period of time which preceded the 1987 General Election that you really thought that you were going to win.
The Labour campaign in the 1987 General Election featured that famous Mandelson-inspired bit of PR, ‘Kinnock, The Movie’. In which the Windbag stressed his humble down-to-earth roots. Parts of the film were shot in north Wales. It was emphasised that Mrs Windbag was a school teacher from Holyhead on Anglesey.
There was an attempt to kill Brown’s brother as well at about the same time.
In 1985 Tony Francis, one of the Top Docs who was facilitating the trafficking gang with Dafydd, told me that the Tories would never win another election. I told him that they would because Kinnock was not credible and that Thatcher was playing PR games which for some reason the Labour Party would not expose.
Thatch was a big mate of George Thomas, although George Thomas was a Labour MP.
Tony Francis used to tell his patients that he knew Kinnock from his time at university in Cardiff. By the time that Tony Francis was telling people that his mate the Windbag was going to be the next PM, George Thomas had metamorphosed into this, thanks to Thatch:
|The Viscount Tonypandy|
The PR which was generated by Mandy in a vain attempt to get the Windbag elected used to stress that Mrs Windbag was fruity and cleverer than the Windbag – well she could hardly have been more dim – and that at university they were known as ‘The Power and the Glory’. Mandy, you just made that up, I absolutely do not believe that those two lame dipsticks ever impressed their fellow students to such a degree that anyone bothered to coin a moniker for them, let alone that one.
By the way suckers, Mandy was almost certainly working for the security services. He was probably recruited by Alan Bullock when Mandy was at Oxford University (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’).
Mandy, there was a big problem with organised child abuse being concealed at Gov’t level so of course I understand why fuckwittery and dressing up in various guises to get close to people in the Labour Party who had the dirt on George Thomas was resorted to. But you didn’t stop the crime. It got worse, you did not stop it. My friend Anne was killed AFTER all those Germans moved in with us and rifled through our undies, the attempt to kill Brown’s brother was made after the German Experience, as was the attempt to kill Brown, the ruining of my career and the careers of the other witnesses. Tories paid witnesses in Somerset for their silence after you had us under surveillance, you did not put a stop to any of it. It’s still going on Mandy, I’ve had to flee Wales and other witnesses have been wiped out by the NHS. It was only bloody Dafydd, surely it cannot have been rocket science to stop Dafydd, the Empowered Service Users rang him up, took the piss out of him and detailed his crimes to ‘Crimestoppers’ armed only with 2ps and a public phone box near Bethesda, if we knew what he was doing and where he was doing it, what was wrong with you? Dafydd used to tell us where he was, he tried to rub our noses in it, ‘Ooh I’m in the south of France with a GP friend, you must be in Bethesda…’. We might have been in Bethesda with only the bus to get us around, but we seemed to be rather more effective than the North Wales Police and the security services.
Mandy continued in his desperate quest to make the Windbag electable as PM after Labour’s 1987 General Election defeat. By the end of 1989, as the money began pouring into certain coffers in Somerset, Virginia Bottomley was Minister of State in the Dept of Health, under Secretary of State Ken Clarke. Virginia became Secretary of State for Health herself in 1992. Virginia was a psychiatric social worker before she became an MP (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ for details of Virginia, her extended family and there numerous links with paedophiles’ friends). Throughout all this Mandy waved pictures of red roses around. Mandy, you had your priorities wrong. Mandy made much of his task being making the Labour Party electable, but as far as I can see what Mandy did do very effectively was to ensure that serious organised crime completely colonised the welfare services.
The culmination of Mandy’s Project was someone who’s legacy has been every bit as bad as that of the Windbag.
Why did the brother-in-law of your policy adviser nick my computer then Blair?
The Lord Mandelson, First Secretary of State, June 2009-May 2010
Someone who witnessed serious abuse of mental health patients in north Wales for many, many years was an Angel called Mal Hendy. Mal was not abusive himself, he was a friendly scouser, but he knew how badly patients were being treated by his colleagues. Mal could not find a job in Liverpool in the 1980s, so he trained as an Angel and took a job in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Mal worked on Dwynwen and Seiriol Wards, the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd that were there before the Hergest Unit was built. Mal was on duty in 1985 when I was unlawfully detained on Seiriol Ward and had my first encounter with Dafydd. Mal knew that I had been unlawfully detained and he knew that it had happened after I’d refused to drop my complaint despite being threatened by Alun Davies. Alun Davies, the mental health services manager from the Rhondda – George Thomas’s neck of the woods – who hated north Wales and hated people from north Wales but who for some reason relocated to Gwynedd Health Authority. I know of at least one other person who was unlawfully detained in Seiriol Ward just after I was.
Mal was still working on Seiriol Ward in the early 1990s. He was on duty when I witnessed a highly aggressive male patient – who I think was one of Dafydd’s drug abuse patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who had been sectioned (and who kept trying to walk out of the ward but was forcibly dragged back again by a posse of male nurses who yelled at her that she wasn’t going anywhere) and punch her in the face. The teenager had not done anything at all to provoke him, this git had been threatening the female patients constantly and just hit her. She cried for hours and it was Mal who went and sat by her bed with her. The assault was not reported to the police and her parents were not told what had happened to her.
Mal openly told people that he really wanted to work as a CPN but he wasn’t going to work ‘with that bunch of bastards at College Road’. (26 College Road was the address of the offices of the highly abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team.) As far as I know, Mal never did resort to working with the vile Arfon CMHT, but he knew that they were abusing patients. Mal did eventually end up working as a community nurse though – he got a job with the drug and alcohol team at Llangefni. Dafydd was responsible for the drug and alcohol remit in north Wales. Llangefni had the biggest heroin problem in north Wales. Drug users told people – including me – that Dafydd would prescribe whatever they wanted, ‘anything at all’. Dafydd lived about two miles outside of Llangefni.
For those readers who are not familiar with north Wales, Llangefni is a small rural market town on Anglesey. It is not the Bronx. Or at least it shouldn’t be, but look who was there…
Previous posts have mentioned that when I lived near Bethesda and the paedophiles’ friends were doing charming things like trying to set fire to my house and telling my neighbours that I was a danger to their kids, a local builder and his wife, Tony and Norma, who lived down the road from me found out what was going on and were incredibly kind and supportive. Tony and Norma had three children, two teenagers, Helen and Spike and a younger boy, Arthur, who at the time was still at primary school.
Tony and Norma are dead now, they both died when they were not very old from cancer which the GPs in Bethesda failed to diagnose until they only had a short time to live and whoops, no effective treatment was available. Norma died first, soon after Brown and I began publishing about the mental health services. Norma offered to provide a witness statement to my lawyers regarding what she had seen happening to me a few years previously but died some months later. Norma died three weeks after she was diagnosed with cancer. She had already had a narrow escape back in the 1990s after she befriended me. Norma was ill for ages and Bethesda surgery swore blind that they had no idea what the problem was. It transpired that her IUD had perforated her uterus and she had developed sepsis. Norma only survived after being admitted to hospital as an emergency, where one Top Doctor spotted what the problem was. She was told that had it continued for another two days she would have died.
When Norma had sepsis, she was letting a house out to a lovely young couple, a Top Doctor (female psychiatrist) and a male psychiatric nurse, who worked at the Hergest Unit! They used to have a habit of arriving at Norma’s house just when I was visiting her, making conversation between Norma and me difficult. It was when she was ill that Norma became somewhat disillusioned with the clinical skills of her tenants. In desperation, not getting anywhere at all with Bethesda surgery, Norma rang her tenants for advice and explained that she had been coughing green gunge for weeks and couldn’t stop vomiting. The Top Doctor told her to go and get drunk and rang off. Norma only told me about this after she had nearly died, by which time the Top Doctor and her Angel boyfriend had left the area. The Top Doctor was a red-headed Irish girl, but I can’t remember her name. I think that she and the Angel got married after their attempt to assist Bethesda surgery with their efforts to kill Norma and they moved to Ireland.
On a visit to friends in Bethesda a few years ago I mentioned that I was going to drop in on Norma’s widower Tony. They were surprised that I didn’t know that Tony had died. Cancer, too far advanced to respond to treatment…
I was told a few weeks ago that Norma and Tony’s son Spike did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends to shaft me years ago. Spike became a builder like his dad and did some building work on my house. It was so bad that it had to be redone at great cost, but I didn’t feel able to tell Tony and Norma because I’d been mates with them for years. I have now been told that the shoddy workmanship was no accident.
I’ve now received information about Helen, which confirms something that I suspected years ago. Helen went into teaching after she left university and she began teaching a few years before I did. In 2001, I applied for a job at a school in north east Wales and I had a very positive first meeting with the Headmaster. He then introduced me to his Head of Science – it was Helen. I didn’t know that she was working there because I’d moved away from Bethesda and hadn’t spoken to her parents for a while and they didn’t know that I’d started teaching. When Helen saw me her jaw nearly hit the floor and the Headmaster cheerily suggested that we should go and have lunch together before I returned for a second interview with the school governors after lunch. I said, in front of the Headmaster, that I knew Helen from years ago…
As soon as the Headmaster left the room, Helen shrieked ‘I can’t do lunch, there’s something that I need to do’ and she disappeared. An hour later, I arrived for my interview with the governors. There were no ‘governors’, there was one governor. He sat in his chair glowering at me throughout the ‘interview’ with the Headmaster. The governor only said one thing to me. He stressed that he was not only a governor, but he was ‘a retired policeman’. I suspected that something odd was going on and the emphasis on ‘retired policeman’ almost made me laugh.
‘Oh, you’ll know Superintendent Gordon Anglesea who abused children in care in Wrexham them??’
No I didn’t say that, but I should have.
I never heard from the school again after the ‘interview’. But I did meet Norma a few months later. Norma told me that Helen had told her that I’d applied for the job at her school and that she was sorry that I didn’t get it, but the Headmaster was a real toe-rag, such a toe-rag that Helen ‘didn’t get on with him at all’ and had now left her job at that school. Helen wasn’t working in MacDonalds though. Helen had moved onto better things. She had landed a job as an science education adviser for whole of north Wales!
I have now been told that Helen certainly made use of her knowledge about what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, although I do think that Norma was genuinely completely in the dark about Helen’s dirty deal… Helen’s career went from strength to strength and before Tony died, he told me that she’d just bought herself a fantastic new house.
The Headmaster who pulled a retired plod out of the hat for the purposes of not interviewing me became embroiled in some sort of scandal and was forced to resign.
They killed your mum and dad Helen. Did you really think that you’d all be safe if you did a deal with them? They are criminals and you watched them neglect people in your village so seriously that those people died. Why on earth did you think that they wouldn’t turn on your own family? Furthermore, don’t you realise why your mum and dad had all that trouble with the bank, I think it was Barclays, in the 1990s? Why loans were being illegally called in, why they stopped your dad trading and pushed him into bankruptcy, even though he had work coming in and owned property which could easily have been used as security? It’s called serious organised crime Helen, I watched them do exactly the same thing to another witness a few years later…
Helen’s mum and dad also knew about the massive theft of slate from Penrhyn Quarry by a group of quarry managers. Everyone knew about it, it was on TV. Some of those involved were convicted but Tony and Norma could not understand how one of those involved, Geoff Drake, got away with it. Tony told me that lorries were being driven out of the quarry avoiding the weighbridge, loaded up with slate. Tony was even more gobsmacked when Drake did not only not go to prison, but was given a seat ‘on the Board at Ysbyty Gwynedd’. So that will have either been on Gwynedd Health Authority or the succeeding organisations, the Gwynedd Community Health Trust or the NW Wales NHS Trust.
During 1994/1995 at least, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust was Hefin Davies. Documents in my possession show that after I and another patient complained about Dafydd to the Trust and to the Mental Health Act Commission, Hefin Davies wrote to the Trust’s lawyers asking if there was ‘any more’ that they could do to have me prosecuted. When Hefin was Chair of that Trust, serious complaints were being ignored, staff were committing perjury, evidence against patients was being planted and documents were being forged. See my posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ for full details.
I think that Hefin Davies subsequently became Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust as well, he was around for years.
For the year 1994–1995, the High Sheriff of Gwynedd was Robert Hefin Davies of Bryn Awel, Blaenau Ffestiniog. It is the same man who wanted me prosecuted after I made a complaint about Dafydd.
Hefin Davies is/was a Chairman or Director of J.W.G. Properties Ltd; North Wales Slate (Roofing) Company Ltd; Quarry Tours Ltd; Greaves Welsh Slate Company Ltd; Slate Heritage International Ltd; Slatedirect Ltd; Theatre Ardudwy Ltd; Slatelite (Wales) Co Ltd.
Hefin Davies is a senior Freemason in north Wales.
Fess up Helen. This is not a few people who might be charged with being drunk and disorderly, this is serious stuff.
Helen’s younger brother Arthur did a PhD and was then appointed to a lecturing job in the School of Chemistry at Bangor University. I have not received any information that Arthur bagged his job by trading information about me, but Arthur did work with the dreadful Professor Stuart Irvine, who was married to the harridan Fiona Irvine, a Professor of Nursing at Bangor University, after a glorious career as an Angel and an accessory to the abuse of patients in north Wales. In her capacity as a Professor of Nursing at Bangor, Fiona bullied one research assistant and one PhD student so severely that they had breakdowns (see post ‘What Time’s Chaos?’).
Fiona Irvine is now Professor and Head of Nursing at Birmingham University!
Arthur also worked with Professor Mark Baird, who was one of those who led the charge to force my PhD supervisor out of his job, after splitting up the Dept which he led and the appointing the dreadful Meri Huws as Head of what remained of it. That’s the Meri who in the 1980s worked as a community social worker on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor, which was the location of the Ty’r Felin children’s home, where kids were beaten, sexually assaulted and trafficked to local venues as well as Dolphin Square to be sold for sex (see post ‘Are You Local?’). After running the Dept into the ground – and causing a number of staff to pursue litigation against Bangor University on the grounds of workplace bullying – and a series of flings with Welsh Gov’t Ministers, dear old Meri ended up as the Welsh Language Commissioner (see post ‘People With Energy’).
Meri had ambitions to be a Labour MP and terror was struck into the heart of north Wales when she announced her intention to succeed the paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s elderly babe Betty Williams as MP for Conwy. Fortunately a group of Labour Party activists moved behind the scenes and politely explained to a few key people that Meri was ‘unsuitable’. Brown maintained that the Commons would have suited Meri very well, because Parliament provides institutional care for people like Meri, they can spend their time getting drunk, having sex and fiddling their expenses and there’s no-one to stop them.
A previous post mentioned my friendship with a medical student when I worked at the Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at Nottingham University in the autumn of 1987. Like me, this student witnessed the massive research fraud which was being perpetrated at the CRC labs (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’) as well as the wrongdoing in the Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham. This medical student was really very nice, but the fraudsters at the CRC hated her and I used to hear their plans to give her such a bad reference and mark for her project that she’d be forced to withdraw from the medicine degree. I understand that she did not ever qualify, so I presume the dastardly plan worked, or she became so disillusioned that she left anyway. Her dad was a Civil Service mandarin. I have recently found out who he is. He is Sir David Fell.
When I was friends with Sir David’s daughter, Sir David was the Permanent Secretary at the Dept of Economic Development. Sir David later became the Head of the Northern Ireland Civil Service, 1991-97. Sir David took early retirement in Feb 1997 – he got the hell out of there before Blair arrived then – and Hansard recorded a spat over the golden handshake which he picked up. Since retiring Sir David has served as Chairman for a whole host of companies, particularly banks, including Harland and Wolff, Northern Bank, Clydesdale Bank and Titanic Quarter.
Sir David is a graduate of Queen’s University Belfast. He was appointed Pro-Chancellor of Queen’s in 2005 and Chair of the University’s senate in 2008. Sir David was the Chairman of the N Ireland Council of the Prince’s Trust from 1999-05 and remained active in supporting the voluntary and charity sector.
Sir David bagged his knighthood in 1995, the year before William Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry, but after Sir Ronnie Waterhouse seemed to know that he would be Chairing that Inquiry nevertheless. During Sir David’s time in N Ireland, he would have found out all about the elite paedophile ring based at Kincora Boy’s Home in Belfast and which member of the Royal Family, as well as which civil servants, politicians and senior Army Officers were involved. Sir David would have known about the shoot to kill policy and many other dreadful things as well.
Another person who will have gained much knowledge and evidence of serious wrongdoing was a secretary who worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School when I worked there, 1989-91, Pauline. Pauline wasn’t nuts like the rest of them, while they all swanned around banging on about their HRT and nips n tucks, Pauline told me that she wouldn’t have let any of the Top Doctors near her, she knew what they were doing to their patients, which was the line that I took as well. There was utter confusion in the Obs and Gynae Dept as to why Pauline looked so much younger than the rest of them and was fit enough to cycle everywhere although she was over 50…
Pauline’s time was divided between being the research secretary for Dr Cathy Wilson – Pauline was the only secretary who could tolerate the abuse that Cathy hurled at everyone – and as the secretary for Prof Stuart Stanton. I have explained in a previous post that Stuart Stanton was a gynaecologist who was very rich and very hated. Stanton spent much time in Israel and there were allegations that he was involved in something so unacceptable that no-one dared discuss what it was. His colleagues were colluding with a trafficking ring and perpetrating research fraud, so God knows what Stanton was doing if they thought that he was beyond the pale. Pauline was alleged to be One Who Knew but she wasn’t telling. All the Top Docs who worked with Stanton would quietly observe that they would never let him treat them or their families but they never explained why.
After blogging about Stanton and St George’s, I received an e mail from someone who told me that Stanton was a very, very nasty piece of work and that they hoped that other people would write to me to give me the full details of his activities in Israel. This person gave me a list of names of Stanton’s mistresses in the UK and in Israel, with details of his appalling treatment of them as well as of his former wife, but it’s not the sort of info that I want to make public for the sake of the women whom Stanton abused. I have received no details regarding his activities in Israel, save for one word which simply said ‘mercenaries’. I have no idea of whether there is any truth in that or not. But a lot of people were desperate to get me out of St George’s and to ensure that I never worked again and ended up in prison to boot. At the same time, the Somerset contingent were given thousands and thousands and thousands of pounds to keep quiet about what was happening to me…
One of the bastards of the parish of St George’s once hinted that they had dirt on Pauline, who was alleged to have left her place of origin on the Isle of Man after a scandal and didn’t feel that she could return. So Pauline was stuck in London working for that crew. Whatever Pauline had been mixed up in on Man, it cannot possibly have been anything like as bad as what some of that lot at St George’s were involved with.
While I worked at St George’s, Ken Clarke and then William Waldegrave were the Secretaries of State for Health.
There will be more information about Waldegrave on this blog soon, I’m still researching.
One Top Doctor who knew that there was a pan-European trafficking network being facilitated by Top Docs and Social Services Depts across the UK was Professor Anthony Clare. I have discussed Clare on the blog previously, but I missed something significant when I blogged about him before. Clare graduated from University College, Dublin in 1966. Following initial training in psychiatry at St Patrick’s Hospital, Dublin, Clare moved to the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley, where he studied under Professor Michael Shepherd and spent a number of years working in various capacities. Shepherd trained so many future big names in psychiatry who subsequently worked across the world that Shepherd was enormously influential and operated pretty much as the gatekeeper to success in psychiatry on a global scale. See posts ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ and ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’.
Anthony Clare worked at the Maudsley when Tony Francis worked there and when that institution was heaving with people who were not only concealing Dafydd’s crimes but who were also colluding with organised child abuse on the doorstep of the Maudsley as well as in other locations. Between 1983 and 1988, Clare was Professor and Head of the Dept of Psychological Medicine at Bart’s Hospital. Which was the domain of Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees, who had some pretty weird habits with regard to patients himself, such as showing photos of his female patients in the bath to his audience during his lectures (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Linford did not only have close links to Wales where he came from, but Linford’s daughter Angharad Rees was the 1970s siren who starred in ‘Poldark’. Through Angharad and Angharad’s husband Christopher Cazenove who starred in ‘Dynasty’, Linford had a whole network of celeb friends and he used them to the full.
I found out a few days ago that John Redwood, Secretary of State for Wales, 1993-95, who was one of many who sat on the heap of manure which was Dafydd and the paedophiles, hired Angharad Rees to give him voice training. If I was a robotic politician who was concealing a paedophile gang and I wanted voice training, I’m not sure that I would think ‘ooh that girl who played a scullery maid who married above her in ‘Poldark’ 20 years ago and did that comedy west country accent might be able to instruct me, I’ll give her a ring’.
Here’s Redwood moving in for a kiss with Cap’n Poldark:
Fans of ‘Poldark’ will remember that Poldark picked Demelza up at Redruth Fair and took her home, along with Demelza’s dog, who was called Garrick no less.
Many of Linford’s mates, being all theatrical, were members of the Garrick. The Garrick attracts folk primarily from the fields of the theatre and law. Sir William Mars-Jones, the bent judge who protected Dafydd for years, made the Garrick his second home. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of the Garrick, as was Ronnie’s best mate from university, Sir Robin Day. See previous posts for the names of many more who hung out at the Garrick.
Anthony Clare did of course become famous as a media psychiatrist in the 1980s, the BBC loved Anthony Clare and his Radio 4 programme ‘In The Psychiatrist’s Chair’, in which Clare interviewed famous people but carefully avoided asking them the questions which would have exposed their wrongdoing or fuckwittery, ran for years from 1982. Clare’s most famous interview for that programme was with Jimmy Savile in 1991. Savile just drivelled on in his usual manner about how women gave him ‘brain damage’ and how he was a ‘pirate’ and admitted that he ‘could be corrupted’. Years later when Savile was safely pushing up the daisies, there was much talk of how Clare had conducted a ‘revealing’ interview with Savile. Clare knew that Savile was a serial sex offender and for all Clare’s skills in eliciting revealing interviews, he didn’t manage to say to Savile ‘please could you tell us a bit about that paedophile ring with which you are involved and the visit that you made to Bryn Estyn in north Wales where you watched a child being gang raped and could you also tell us how Baroness Trumpington got to know you before she appointed you as general manager of Broadmoor and why the hell is anyone letting you act as a marriage guidance counsellor to Charles and Di?’
Clare also presented Channel 4’s ‘After Dark’ which specialised in giving offensive people air time. Stars of ‘After Dark’ included a pissed, groping Oliver Reed and Nicholas van Hoogstraten, a gangster who served a prison sentence when young for chucking a hand-grenade in the direction of someone whom he had a problem with and who was arrested and charged for incitement to murder when he was older. Hoogstraten was due to stand trial for tax evasion but the trial was cancelled when information was received that if it went ahead, the judge would be assassinated.
‘Be ye ever so high, the law is above you’ – Lord Denning. Although there are exceptions to this rule of thumb obviously.
Anthony Clare was Chairman of the Prince of Wales’s Advisory Group on Disability, 1989-97, while victims of the gang in north Wales were dying in Risley Remand Centre or being kept in Dafydd’s dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.
Clare suddenly gave up media work for an unknown reason in the 1990s and could not be persuaded to return. He returned to Ireland and spent his last years as Consultant General Adult Psychiatrist at St. Edmundsbury Hospital in Lucan, Dublin, when he died suddenly of a heart attack in Paris at the age of 64 on 24 Oct 2007. People Who Know often don’t last very long do they, not even if they are Top Doctors themselves.
Another Top Doctor who has kept quiet about a great deal is Dr Ian Bogle. Bogle was Chairman of the BMA, 1998-2003. In July 2001, the BBC reported that ‘Dr Ian Bogle, the Chairman of the British Medical Association, launched a vitriolic attack on the government’s handling of the health service at the BMA’s annual conference on Monday. He said doctors simply could not cope with ever-increasing demand, and that new targets, such as a guaranteed appointment with a doctor within 48 hours, would bring the service to the point of collapse. GPs, who say they do not have enough time to provide proper care and attention to patients, are threatening to tear up their NHS contracts en masse. Hospital doctors are fuming at plans to stop them working in the private sector and health workers throughout the NHS are fearful of the implications of a greater role for the private sector in the provision of services’.
Well the Waterhouse Report had been safely handed in the year previously, no-one had gone to prison, no Top Doctor had been named, not even Dafydd, so it was back to business as usual. The Top Docs wanted money, a lot of it and poor old Blair just had to give it to them…
In July 2002, Bogle was at it again. The BBC reported that ‘Dr Bogle said: ‘We have witnessed the damage wreaked by the politicisation of the NHS. We have been victims of the politicisation of the NHS. Our patients have been the victims of the politicisation of the NHS.’ He warned the NHS had become ‘the Punch and Judy show of British politics. Today, I am calling on government and opposition to bring down the curtain on the party political puppet show and try and reach an all-party consensus on how the NHS is managed.’ Dr Bogle said doctors would not be ‘pawns in political games. Doctors won’t be the dog the government kicks when things don’t quite go according to plan’. He added: ‘Make no mistake. We will bite, and we will bite hard and where it hurts, if that’s what it takes to make the government understand that it cannot use the NHS, those people who work in it and those people who need it, as political playthings.’
It was in 2002 that the someone forged a letter purporting to be from me to the GMC, which was subsequently found in the possession of the GMC (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’). It was also in 2002 when I was violently assaulted and injured by three healthcare assistants and an Angel, discharged with no follow up, unlawfully refused all NHS treatment and subsequently arrested for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ after eight or nine NHS staff perjured themselves. The trial took two years to come to Court, during which time I lost my house and my job. The charges were withdrawn on the first day of the trial.
Bogle and his mates should have been marched out of their offices in handcuffs and bloody well charged, not given even more dosh.
Who is the Bastard Bogle? He is a GP from Liverpool who joined his father’s practice, which had originally been set up by his grandfather in 1911. Bogle studied medicine at Liverpool University.
Know a man called Dafydd do you Bogle?
Bogle has enjoyed strutting around in various roles, including as the Chair of the BMA General Medical Services Committee, (now called the GPs Committee]. So Bogle will know Dr D.G.E. Wood, Dafydd’s partner in crime, who has been a leading light in the world of GPs in Wales for decades now. Dr John Chisholm was quoted as saying that ‘Ian was a notably successful GMSC chair, taking the profession forward following the trauma of the imposition of the 1990 contract, developing his own innovative ideas for change in general practice, and negotiating major beneficial changes in OOH [out of hours] arrangements. He was brilliant at engaging with GPs and with the various ministers and civil servants with whom we negotiated.’
Bogle will have threatened and blackmailed all of them.
Who is Dr John Chisholm, who spoke so admiringly of Bogle? John Chisholm, along with Dr Simon Fradd, on behalf of the BMA, negotiated the now infamous 2004 GPs contract, which provided GPs with a substantial pay increase yet allowed them to opt out of out-of-hours work. It was either Chisholm or Fradd who was quoted as saying that they couldn’t believe that Blair had fallen for it and that the new contract was a real laugh. It is because of Chisholm that some people have died as a result of not having access to a GP out-of-hours.
Here he is, looking particularly pleased with himself:
Chisholm is a Berkshire GP, who was Chair of the BMA’s GP Committee (GPC), 1997-07, after 20 years’ service on the committee, including being joint Deputy Chair. So he’ll know Dr D.G.E. Wood as well and Chisholm was a leading light in the BMA when the BMA were providing Tony Francis and the others facilitating the trafficking gang with advice regarding how to imprison me, although the BMA knew that Francis et al had perjured themselves.
Chisholm is described ‘as having a razor sharp mind and elephantine memory’. No, he’ll just be a complete turd.
I am off for a short holiday tomorrow, so there may not be another blog post for a few days, although I will be checking e mails and comments and may be posting comments myself. I have a stack of reading to do regarding the movers and shakers on Thatch’s side yet who remained in the shadows before and during the Miners’ Strike of 1984-85…
|The Lord Kinnock|
| Vice-President of the European Commission
European Commissioner for Administrative Reform
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|The Baroness Kinnock of Holyhead|
|Minister of State for Africa and the United Nations|
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