Interesting Facts

I have mentioned previously that one of my favourite satires is ‘Entirely A Matter For You’, Peter Cook’s send up of the judge who presided over Jeremy Thorpe’s trial. Cook performed his sketch at ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’, a 1979 fundraiser for Amnesty International. The irony is that people involved with Amnesty and even some of those who performed in ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ knew about the barrel of crap which was concealed at the highest levels and resulted in Thorpe’s acquittal.

At ‘The Secret Policeman’s Ball’ Cook also performed ‘Interesting Facts’, in which he played a man on a park bench imparting various ‘facts’ – such as ‘did you know that your intestine is four miles long’ and that ‘because the food travels down at one mile per hour, it take’s four hours to digest’ to an increasingly irritated John Cleese.

Despite blogging so extensively about the paedophiles’ friends, readers might be surprised to learn that there are still many links and loose ends that I have not yet covered. So here’s a post of Interesting Facts – unlike Peter Cook’s Interesting Facts, these are correct – to plug just a few of the gaps.

Previous posts have mentioned Professor Hugh Bentall, the cardiac surgeon at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School, who converted his secretary into his mistress and arranged for her to do a degree and then a PhD in anatomy. The secretary-turned-mistress was subsequently given a job at RPMS as a lecturer in anatomy, behaved appallingly and pissed everyone off but was untouchable because of whom she had slept with for so many years.

Hugh Bentall was a very big name in medicine, he pioneered open heart surgery. On April 17 1953, Bentall became the first British heart surgeon to carry out an open heart operation. Along with Professor Bill Cleland, Bentall made history when he successfully operated on a 30 yr old woman with a blocked aortic valve. The operation was performed using the newly developed heart-lung machine, which was the result of Bentall’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose’s ingenuity, another first for British medicine and indeed for Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS.

After demobilisation in 1947, Hugh Bentall taught anatomy at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School until 1950. He then joined Hammersmith/RPMS as an assistant to Professor Ian Aird in general and thoracic surgery. At the same time, Bentall was involved in research to develop cardiac surgery and, with Aird and Melrose, developed the heart-lung machine.

Bentall and his colleagues from the Hammersmith cardiac team became world famous when, in April 1959, at the height of the Cold War, they travelled to Moscow to demonstrate their newly developed surgical technique, using their newly invented heart-lung machine. Bentall was assistant surgeon, Denis Melrose was the physiologist, Bill Cleland was the surgeon, John Beard was the anaethetist and Arthur Hollman was the cardiologist.

The Hammersmith team held the demonstration at the Institute of Cardiac Surgery at Leninsky Prospekt. Prof A.N. Bakulev from Moscow had seen the heart-lung machine, wanted to buy one and start open heart surgery in Moscow, so he invited Bentall et al over. The Hammersmith team carried out five open heart operation on adults and children, watched by more than 200 surgeons from across the Soviet Union. It was thought to be the first time that foreign doctors had worked in the Soviet Union and the event received huge media coverage, both in Russia and the UK. It made the front page of ‘Pravda’ and the front page of The Daily Torygraph.

It was a coup for both Gov’ts. In Britain at that time the PM was Harold Macmillan. In 1963 Macmillan’s Gov’t became mired in scandal as a result of the Profumo Affair, the centre of which were concerns regarding national security resulting from events in 1961 including War Minister Jack Profumo’s affair with 19 year old Christine Keeler. Christine and her friend Mandy Rice-Davies were call girls who were sleeping with many other people at the same time, including a Soviet naval attache who was suspected of being a spy. It was revealed that there had been much interesting action at Lord Astor’s country seat Cliveden, involving Gov’t Ministers, aristocrats, members of the Royal Family, alleged spies and call girls. Osteopath Stephen Ward was the biggest scapegoat and ended up dead in questionable circumstances. The scandal eventually brought down Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t in 1963. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’ for details.

Good news about British Heroics was badly needed from 1961 onward as the gossip and scandal about Profumo and his associates escalated.

 

On 22 March 1961 Bentall and his team appeared on a programme in the BBC documentary series ‘Your Life In Their Hands’, where he performed an operation to repair a hole in the heart. Three years later Bentall was appointed Professor of Cardiac Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS.

The DG of the BBC, 1960-69, was Sir Hugh Carleton Greene. Greene became famous for doing battle with Mary Whitehouse, who believed that she was seeing ‘filth’ on the BBC. Greene was a former Berlin correspondent for The Torygraph who then joined the BBC in 1940 as Head of the German Service.

Greene presented news and discussion programmes and became fairly well known in Europe in this role. From 1941 he helped to smooth the relationship between the BBC and the Political Warfare Executive, (PWE), whose goals were somewhat at odds: the BBC strove for accurate, unbiased journalism whereas the PWE was largely concerned with propaganda.

Following the war, Greene helped with the rebuilding of German broadcasting infrastructure in the British Occupied Zone. With the Cold War developing, he was given the task of leading the BBC’s East European Service and produced propaganda for the British Army in Malaya during the Communist uprising in 1947.

Greene returned to the BBC in the 1950s and started as Director of Administration. In 1958 he become Director of News and Current Affairs and was appointed Director-General two years later. The news department had come to be known as the ‘Kremlin of the BBC’ and a secret BBC document was leaked to the competing Independent Television Authority (ITA) in which concerns were voiced about the financial interests of newspapers in ITV companies. Greene learned of the leak from a Ivone Kirkpatrick, the Chairman of the ITA. (Kirkpatrick had been a member of the PWE, Head of the BBC’s wartime European Services and High Commissioner of the British Occupied Zone in Germany and had worked with Greene many times.)

So Hugh Greene worked for the security services.

Hugh Greene’s brothers were Graham Greene, the novelist, Herbert Greene, the poet and Japanese spy and Raymond Greene, a Top Doctor who was a member of the 1933 Everest expedition. The successful 1953 Everest expedition was announced on the BBC by Raymond Greene. Sir Charles Evans, the Liverpool neurosurgeon and Principal of UCNW whilst the sex trafficking ring operated within that college, was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition. The 1933 Everest expedition was led by Hugh Ruttledge, who also led the 1936 Everest expedition. Tenzing Norgay was a member of Ruttledge’s 1936 expedition and was of course also a member of the 1953 expedition along with Sir Charles Evans.

Charles Evans will have known Raymond Greene, climbing is a small world and in that era, climbing in the Himalayas was a gentleman’s sport pursued by a very select small group of people.

During WWII, Raymond Greene was member of the SOE. So he was working for the security services as well then, as was John Hunt, who was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition with Charles Evans. Raymond Greene was physician to President de Gaulle during de Gaulle’s state visit to England in 1960.

The Chairman of the Governors at the time of the BBC documentary starring Hugh Bentall and his colleagues was Sir Arthur fforde. fforde went to Rugby School and then Trinity College, Oxford. After graduation fforde became a solicitor. He was a partner in Linklaters & Paines (later Linklaters) and helped establish the Unit trust. Sir Arthur was Head of Rugby School, 1948-57, before becoming Chairman of the BBC.

 

The entry for Hugh Bentall on the Royal College of Surgeons ‘Plarr’s Lives Of The Fellows Online’ tells us exactly what the circumstances were that led to the appointment of Bentall as Professor of Cardiac Surgery at RPMS: ‘a donation from his father’s successful department store at Kingston-upon-Thames financed Hugh’s appointment to a personal chair of cardiac surgery at Hammersmith (the first in England)’.

That is quite some admission from the Royal College of Surgeons. It does however explain what I noticed when I was a postgrad at RPMS in 1986-87; that was, huge resentment towards Bentall from within Hammersmith/RPMS, allegations that he was virtually dictating what happened throughout the whole institution and the references to his family’s wealth.

So what did the Royal College of Surgeons think about Bentall’s surgical skills? Plarr’s ‘Lives Of The Fellows’ tells us that ‘he was technically a good surgeon but would never accept responsibility for any technical problems which might develop in an operation – and his assistants found it difficult to accept this situation’.

‘Technical problems’ developing in an operation can lead to patient death. So when someone pegged out it wasn’t Bentall’s fault.

 

Here’s the man who purchased himself a Chair, huge influence over a leading medical institution, a career as an internationally renowned cardiac surgeon, influence with the British Gov’t, a mistress and much more besides:

Professor Hugh Bentall

The whole lot was founded upon flogging upmarket goods to the middle classes of Kingston-upon-Thames.

The King’s New Clothes which was Hugh Bentall explains much of the chaos that followed the Bristol Children’s Heart Surgery Scandal involving events in Bristol, 1984-95. The Bristol cardiac surgeons stood accused of operating in a cavalier manner and well beyond their competence, which led to the death of a number of their young patients. Opinions of other surgeons working in the same area were sought, but as accusations and counter-accusations flew, no-one seemed to be able to ascertain for sure whether the Bristol team had been reckless or not. Then allegations were aimed at other children’s heart surgery units – once more, peer assessments were sought, but again, no-one seemed to be able to conclude for certain whether those surgeons had been reckless.

I’ll tell you an Interesting Fact. No-one could come to a firm opinion, because not only was there deception being practised at the highest echelons by so many of these ’eminent surgeons’, but so many of the Top Docs had so much dirt on each other and info regarding the wrongdoing of those at Gov’t level past and present as well as members of the Royal Family, that they just did not dare expose each other.

 

Hugh Bentall’s colleagues at Hammersmith/RPMS were conducting research frauds and fiddles all over the place, people were being appointed to jobs on the basis of whom they had slept with and some of that lot knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang and were concealing that as well. Including Hugh Bentall.

My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ described a few of the many excesses that I witnessed and was told of at first hand whilst I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, 1986-87. In my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ I mentioned Cyril Rooney, an MSc student at RPMS whom, it was alleged by his fellow students, had discovered wrongdoing and as a result had bagged a fully funded place with the Royal College of Surgeons to study for a medicine degree.

It gets better than that. The 70th anniversary of the NHS? Let’s celebrate with Interesting Facts! When I was a postgrad at Hammersmith, I did not go boozing in the medical school bar with everyone else. Partly because I don’t drink much, partly because I had so little money that I couldn’t afford to, but mainly because I had detected much backstabbing among staff and students and I wanted to avoid it. I was however friends with a couple of students who did socialise and told me that the atmosphere was so toxic that I made the right decision to avoid the bar. By the end of the course, many students loathed Professor Sir Nicholas Wright, the Head of the Histopathology Dept which provided most of the input on our course and they alleged serious wrongdoing on his part. Nick Wright later became the Warden of Barts and the London School of Medicine and Dentistry and has been a leading light in CR UK for years (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

The postgrads were particularly angry at what they perceived to be the frank racism directed at an Iraqi GP who was an MSc student at RPMS. The staff were as rude as they could be to this man. Nick Wright then demanded that the Iraqi GP carry out a project with him. It was subsequently discovered that the Iraqi GP had made up the data for the project and RPMS told him that he would not be receiving his MSc. The Iraqi man, in his defence, stated that Nick Wright had pressurised him into making up the data. Wright hit the roof and I was told that the Iraqi GP expressed extreme distress at what would happen to his wife and children if he returned to Iraq in disgrace. Iraq was ruled by Saddam Hussein at that time. So Nick Wright thought it would be a real laugh to make the Iraqi GP lick his boots and beg forgiveness before it was agreed that he would be awarded his MSc. It wasn’t a student who told me what Wright had done to the Iraqi GP in the disciplinary hearing – it was a member of staff. They thought that it was hilarious.

A lot of students also fell out with our course tutor, Dr Malcolm Alison. I was told repeatedly that Malcolm was completely unscrupulous and that no-one should trust him ‘further that you can throw him’. It was alleged that one female student had developed a deep and meaningful relationship with Malcolm which enabled her to bag a very nice number with a drug company after she finished the course. I thought that this was just speculation, until it was explained very clearly to me that on the course the previous year, a student feared failing so she ‘offered herself to Malcolm and he did not refuse’. I was given corroborating evidence…

Malcolm, if you did not want this sort of info to ever become public, you should not have colluded with a gang of paedophiles in north Wales. I cannot believe that you thought that the scale of wrongdoing could be kept quiet.

The icing on the cake was when I was told by a senior academic from another university, who was sent on secondment to Hammersmith with a view to his institution collaborating with them, that the collaboration was definitely off because ‘this lot are a bunch of crooks and we’re not going to touch them with a barge pole’.

My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ described what I believe was a major research fraud carried out by Professor Dame Julia Polak – an RPMS immunohistocytochemist who was alleged to have been the worst character at RPMS in terms of cheating, lying and shafting people – in collaboration with Sir Magdi Yacoub of Harefield Hospital. The Princess of Wales’s beau of a cardiac surgeon Hasnet Khan ended up working at Harefield after Diana’s death.

 

How could anyone ever have believed that it was in the ‘national interest’ to conceal all this, lest confidence in the medical profession was damaged?

 

Hugh Bentall would have had ample opportunity to gain knowledge of wrongdoing in high places before he ever rocked up at the Sodom and Gomorrah that was Hammersmith/RPMS.

Bentall was born in Sussex and educated at Seaford College, Sussex. Many of the paedophiles’ friends had their base or origins in Sussex – Brighton was the location of some of the brothels owned by John Allen to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales. The firebomb which, in April 1992, killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, was thrown into a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Bentall trained at Bart’s. Which was where Lady Juliet Bingley’s father worked as a surgeon and where Juliet worked as a medical social worker. Juliet Bingley and her son William spent years concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, when the Bingleys worked at MIND and when William Bingley later became Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Linford Rees also worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Linford’s daughter was the 1970s sex symbol, Angharad Rees, who played Demelza in ‘Poldark’ and put on that rather unconvincing Cornish accent whilst she did it. Angharad was married to actor Christopher Cazenove, who went on to hit Hollywood as an actor in ‘Dynasty’, alongside Joan Collins.

Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School – who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles as well as a linked paedophile gang in south London – was a personal friend of Cilla Black. I imagine that Chamberlain rubbed noses with many other celebs as well, but the identities of the celeb contacts of the consultants were a closely guarded secret. The friendship with Cilla was openly discussed, because Cilla herself had talked about Chamberlain in media interviews. Cilla provided much good PR for a man who was concealing organised crime, including sex offences against children.

Cilla was a big fan of Thatch – I wouldn’t be surprised if there was personal contact between the two of them. You can’t get much more blatant than sitting on ‘Blind Date’ telling everyone that Thatch ‘has put the Great back into Britain’. Yes Cilla, she was also personal friends with at least two serious sex offenders:

Sir Peter Morrison:

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And a man who spent many a Christmas at Chequers:

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As indeed did this man:


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‘And ‘ere’s our Graham to feed you the latest load of political propaganda whilst he introduces your sex offending dates for tonight’.

 

When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, one of the senior registrars who worked in Geoffrey Chamberlain’s dept was Jonathan Frappell. I never heard any allegations of misconduct relating to him, but he knew what his colleagues were up to. Jonathan Frappell’s wife Susan is a former Bart’s nurse. After leaving St George’s, Jonathan Frappell was appointed to a consultant’s post in Plymouth at the rather troubled Derriford Hospital. He has now set up his own medico-legal gynaecological consultancy.

 

Hugh Bentall served as a surgeon-doctor in the Royal Navy, 1945-47. Gwynne the lobotomist served in the Royal Navy, as did Geoffrey Chamberlain. Chamberlain continued his relationship with the Navy as a member of the RNVR for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ detailed how many people at senior levels in the Royal Navy or the Admiralty – including Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Lord Louis Mountbatten – were directly linked with people who concealed organised sexual abuse or were even accused of it themselves.

 

Bentall worked at Hammersmith/RPMS between 1959 and 1985. After that he taught anatomy at the Royal Free Hospital Medical School until 1989. While Bentall was teaching there, I had an interview at the Royal Free and I noted that they were in possession of information about me which could only have come from Gwynne the lobotomist, Dr D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis or Dafydd. It wasn’t Top Secret or sensitive info, which is probably why the interviewing panel let it slip – but it could only have come from one of those four people.

 

Hugh Bentall’s son, as I have mentioned in previous posts, is the clinical psychologist Professor Richard Bentall. Richard Bentall did his first degree in the Dept of Psychology at UCNW and has held a Chair in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. I thought that Richard Bentall had done his clinical psychology training in north Wales, but I need to correct that – he did his clin psych training at Liverpool University.

Bentall did his degree at Bangor whilst Dafydd still ruled the roost in the Psychology Dept. Bentall then stayed on in the Dept to do a PhD in Experimental Psychology. So Richard will know about the sex trafficking gang that Dafydd and a number of staff at UCNW were facilitating. He’ll have known about Dafydd working a fiddle to ensure that his daughter Dwynwen was given a place to do a PhD in the Psychology Dept although her degree wasn’t good enough to have been offered the place. Furthermore, Richard will know that Dafydd tried to embezzle a load of dosh from UCNW and the NHS in order to fund Dwynwen’s place at a private college when Dwynwen was turned down for a clin psych place after her PhD.

Richard Bentall will know about another rather worrying Psychology PhD student at that time too, a young Greek man called Nick. Nick was a bit bonkers; he established a relationship with a local girl who was the single mother of a little boy and Nick was carrying out bizarre  experiments on the little boy. Other PhD students in the Psychology Dept knew about this and were worried about the effect on the boy that Nick’s experimenting was having, but no-one raised any official concerns. Although there probably wouldn’t have been much point, the child protection services in Gwynedd County Council had been hijacked by a paedophile gang run by Dafydd and Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

So Richard Bentall finished his PhD at UCNW and did his clin psych training at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and domain. After this, Bentall’s wiki entry tells us that he did a ‘brief stint’ working as an NHS forensic psychologist. At that time, the NHS forensic mental health services were choc full of victims of child sexual abuse who were being diagnosed as psychotic and banged up if they talked about what had happened to them. I don’t know where Bentall worked as an NHS forensic psychologist, but I’m wondering if it was at Ashworth Hospital on Merseyside. Because if it was, Bentall needs to make a police statement.

Ashworth served as a personal prison of Dafydd and the paedophiles; the patients were horrendously abused, physically and sexually and at least one patient was beaten to death by the ‘nurses’. The Angels belonged to the POA – many of them were members of the National Front and there was a civil war going on between the Angels, the Top Docs and the clin psychs. The Angels were the biggest thugs, so it was the Top Docs and clin psychs who received death threats and had their tyres slashed. However I have read a witness account of two clin psychs having a punch-up on the hospital premises – one of them was the person responsible for holding the anger management sessions with the patients. See my post ‘Security, Security’ for details regarding Ashworth.

 

After Richard Bentall worked in the ‘service’ which ensures that the victims of influential sex offenders remain excluded and discredited for the rest of their lives, he did an MA in Philosophy as Applied to Healthcare at Swansea University.

Richard Bentall has stated that people ‘have compared me to R.D. Laing’. I knew a former patient of Laing’s who not only told me that Laing was sadly a complete hypocrite who seriously neglected his most needy patients, but many people alleged that Laing was also sexually exploiting his patients.

If the mortar board fits Richard!

 

During the 1990s, Bentall was Professor of Clinical Psychology at Liverpool University. Throughout the years that, despite police investigations, there was ‘no evidence’ found of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Witnesses to the paedophile gang which didn’t exist were regularly found dead during that time.

In 1999 – once Ronnie Waterhouse had called the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles a bunch of liars and criminals and had begun to write his whitewash – Richard Bentall accepted a position at Manchester University ‘researching the psychology and treatment of psychotic experiences’.

Manchester University employed Tony Francis immediately before Tony Francis relocated to north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson moved from the Maudsley to Manchester University in 1974 and built an empire there (see post ‘The Mentor’). There was a lot of traffic in mental health staff between Manchester and north Wales during the 1990s and many Angels and more recently staff working in north Wales acquired what were clearly worthless qualifications in Mental Health from Manchester University (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

In 2007, Richard Bentall returned to Bangor University as a Professor of Psychology. By which time Prof Fergus Lowe was causing havoc in Bangor University, having expanded his influence outward from the School of Psychology on the back of his knowledge of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and all those who had concealed them.

Richard returned to Bangor when the paedophiles’ friends had entered panic mode and were calling in reinforcements. Not only were people demanding that the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal be re-opened, but Brown and I had started publishing about the shortcomings of the mental health services.

The VC of Bangor University’s wife was dying after the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre in Liverpool somehow found that they ‘could not treat’ her condition and he took compassionate leave to look after her. Fungus took the opportunity to tell everyone that they could all forget about the VC now, Fungus was the only one who counted.

It was then that Richard Bentall heard the call of the green, green grass of home!

Shortly after Richard arrived back in Bangor, I was shown an e mail that he had sent in which he admitted that it had become virtually impossible to recruit patients for mental health research in north Wales. I know why that was – the patients had been so badly neglected or abused by the mental health services that they had as little as possible to do with them and simply ran away screaming if the word ‘research’ was mentioned.

So Richard, how do you explain that although none of you could recruit participants in north Wales, mental health researchers in Bangor continued to churn out publications boasting of ground-breaking new ‘interventions’, which were based on research trials which had allegedly involved hundreds of mental health patients from north Wales?

Richard Bentall returned to a Professorial position at Liverpool University in 2011. Just as Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

At Liverpool University, Richard ‘is building a research group which focuses on the psychological mechanisms of severe mental illness and social factors that affect these mechanisms, which has led to a recent interest in public mental health’. In 1989, he received the BPS’s Division of Clinical Psychology ‘May Davidson Award’, an annual award for outstanding contributions to the field of clinical psychology, in the first ten years after qualifying. In 2014 Bentall was elected a Fellow of the British Academy.

Bentall has critiqued much of psychiatry, but he has not said anything that was not said many years ago by many other academics. Yet for reasons that I never understood – until I found out who Richard’s dad was – Richard Bentall has received acres of media coverage and has won prestigious awards. Furthermore, Dr Mike Jackson, one of Bentall’s Bangor colleagues who has also built his recent reputation on ‘psychological interventions in psychosis’, admitted to me that those interventions don’t work. Not that Mike et al ever admitted this in their publications or in any of the training sessions or the mountains of training material that they have produced.

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Here’s an Interesting Fact, in the light of the Bentall family owning much of Kingston-upon-Thames: After I left St George’s, St George’s Hospital Medical School merged with Kingston Poly. The staff of the elitist den of hatred which is St George’s had a great many hissy fits at the thought of merging with a bunch of oiks from a Poly, but the Dean/Principal of St George’s, Professor Sir William Asscher, drove the merger through. Asscher spent most of his career as a Top Doctor in Cardiff until he heard the siren call of the serious organised criminals of St George’s in 1988, who were in need of help after their Prof of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Asscher spent the rest of his career at St George’s, concealing the cesspool that remained virtually unrippled even after Brooke was jailed.

Adrian Bell, a lecturer in Plant Biology at Bangor University, did his first degree at Kingston Poly. Adrian then worked as a forensic scientist but told students in Bangor that he left that service because of the endemic corruption within. Adrian was friends with Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the sex trafficking ring whilst he worked as a GP in the Student Health Centre. I presumed for years that Adrian Bell had no idea at all what Wood, Dafydd and Gwynne were up to. I have recently been told that he knew exactly what was going on.

That gang killed people Adrian. You spineless tosser.

 

Someone else knows all about Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang as well – Richard Bentall’s former wife. She did a degree in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW and then trained and worked as an Angel. She left the NHS to work in her own complementary therapy practice on Anglesey and she knows exactly how lethal the NHS is because she told me.

Richard’s former wife has good reason not to utter a word about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Her dad, Dr Eifion Jones, was for many years the Dean of the Faculty of Science at UCNW – whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles ran the institution.

I never told Richard’s ex-wife this, but her dad was notorious. He knew that there was a very big problem with the poor quality of statistics teaching at UCNW (see post ‘They Think That It’s All Over – It Is Now’) and Eifion Jones also knew that the teaching in the Maths Dept was so bad that all the science students who opted for the ‘Basic Maths’ module in their first year failed and were kicked out of the University.

In Freshers’ Week, all the science freshers were warned by the peer guides (or as they were called in my day ‘Freshers Helpers’) not, under any circumstances, to opt for Basic Maths, because if they did they would fail the first year and would be thrown out. A few days later, we were all herded into Top College to select our modules and I was accosted by a lecturer who wanted to know which modules I had selected. When I told him, he demanded to know why I hadn’t chosen Basic Maths. I didn’t say ‘because I’ve been warned’, I just said that I was more interested in the modules that I had chosen. This man then spent 15 minutes promising me that I ‘would be in trouble without Basic Maths’ and actually sent me back to the administrators to tell them that I wanted to sign  up for Basic Maths. I was really worried by this and wondered if this old boy was right, but my bacon was saved by a second year student who had seen what was happening, came over, dragged me to one side and said ‘DON’T DO IT, he’s only trying to get you to sign up for Basic Maths because no-one has enrolled for it and it’s making them look bad’. So I avoided the old boy who was ordering me to sign up for Basic Maths and stuck with my original choices.

That old boy was Eifion Jones, Richard Bentall’s former father-in-law.

At the end of my first year I was told that one student had been kicked out of UCNW after they failed a module that the Dean of Science had coerced them into doing. It was of course Basic Maths.

Eifion Jones will have known about many other things as well. The chaos in the Psychology Dept involving Dafydd for a start and his son-in-law’s fellow PhD students in that Dept. Eifion Jones probably also knew that one of the lecturers in the Plant Biology Dept was known to be frequenting pubs in Bangor and picking up under-aged girls. Adrian Bell and his wife Alison knew about this because they were telling people that they were worried that their colleague was going to get himself arrested.

Richard Bentall met Eifion Jones’s daughter when they were undergrads at UCNW and I think that they got married when they were quite young – as undergrads or when Bentall was a PhD student.

No chance of your colleague getting arrested Adrian and Alison, the whole town was facilitating the trafficking ring, including, as you knew, your own colleagues. As well as Eifion Jones, who’s daughter was a student of the potential sex offender and who’s son-in-law did two degrees in a Dept ruled over by Dafydd. Eifion Jones will have known that there was a lobotomist employed in the Student Health Centre as well.

Eifion Jones will have been fully aware of the shenanigans in the Agriculture Dept and the circumstances under which one of the secretaries there, Mary Wynch, was wrongfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and was subsequently ruined by Michael Howard when he was Home Secretary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Eifion will have known about the resident groper in the Agri Dept, Gordon Farley and Eifion I think was Dean of Science when the hopeless J.B. Owen was given a Chair in Agriculture, allegedly because his family had provided the cash which founded the Agriculture Dept back in the pre-Cambrian. But then Efion’s son-in-law’s father purchased his Chair and career as well, so it will have been business as usual for Eifion Jones.

Eifion is dead now, but if he were still alive he would no doubt be able to explain why Professor Richard Howarth, one of the washed-up old farts in the Agri Dept, was appointed an adviser to Thatch, but disappeared off the planet after Sir Peter Morrison was found dead in 1995.

The last time that I had an Eifion Jones Experience was in 2001 when I was doing my PGCE. Eifion was invited to give us all a talk on the construction of the Britannia Bridge, which was something that Eifion had a big interest in. I can imagine that some people could have given an interesting lecture on such a topic, but Eifion most definitely did not.

At the time, the paedophiles’ friends of yore were doing their best to organise a military coup to overthrow the acting VC, Meryn Jones. They would gather at public events to insult him. I used to hear their plans because I arrive for most things early and they would all be there plotting – they were all so pompous and grandiose that they used to ignore me. I heard everything… Plans to fit the VC up for a criminal offence, the spreading of scurrilous rumours regarding his personal conduct whilst his wife was dying, plans to put the boot in as soon as his wife was dead ‘because it’ll look bad if we get him when his wife is dying’, the plan to approach Prof Eric Sunderland – the previous VC and a paedophiles’ friend but one who was well-camouflaged – and enlist his help in terms of spreading the poison…

Eifion Jones was one of the Grand Plotters. One of a bunch of clapped-out friends of a paedophile gang who’s crimes were so serious that year after year after year and unto the next generation, people who were not mates with Dafydd et al had to have their lives destroyed.

 

To return to Mr Big at Hammersmith, Hugh Bentall. The heir to a posh version of M&S was not the only man who combined Trade with the Professions. Hugh’s colleague Professor Denis Melrose – the clinical physiologist who led the Hammersmith delegation to Moscow – did so as well.

Melrose was originally from Cape Town. He studied at Oxford University, then at UCH Medical School, qualifying in 1945. Like so many other paedophiles’ friends, Melrose joined the Royal Navy. He subsequently took up a lecturing post at the Dept of Surgery at Hammersmith/RPMS, under the Head of Dept Prof Ian Aird.

Aird and Melrose had ambitions to develop a heart-lung machine. A Hungarian refugee Francis Kellerman had established a medical instrument firm, New Electronic Projects – NEP –  and ‘in spite of severe financial constraints’ Kellerman collaborated with Melrose to design and manufacture what became known as the Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine. I have not discovered where Kellerman found the funding to develop the machine. The Melrose-NEP heart-lung machine was first used in the pioneering operation at Hammersmith on 17 April 1957. It was such a good advert that sales boomed and the Melrose-NEP machine was quickly used across the UK, then in New Zealand and in Australia. Melrose ‘gave great personal support to units starting to do open heart surgery’. Well he and his mates had invented the technique which was dependent upon the use of the machine which went ping which they had not only also invented but were marketing and selling. That machine will not have come cheap, it cost rather more than a pair of posh knickers sold by Bentall’s in Kingston-upon-Thames.

A group of Russians decided to buy a Melrose-NEP machine and this is why Bentall et al went to Moscow with a machine that went ping…

In Moscow, the Soviet Deputy PM Anastas Mikoyan greeted Melrose’s team, embraced who we are told was ‘the buxom theatre nurse’ Phyllis Bowtle, saying ‘Medicine is clean, politics are dirty’.

Not if Bentall, Hammersmith and Melrose are involved, particularly when they have machines that go ping to flog and a Gov’t in trouble in need of good PR…

 

Bentall, Melrose et al didn’t only invent open heart surgery and the machine that went ping to go with it – they invented something else as well. When open heart surgery was performed using Melrose’s heart-lung machine, the patient’s heart would remain beating during the operation. This didn’t make the surgery impossible, but it was a hassle for the surgeon. Therefore Melrose and his team developed a way of inducing cardiac arrest in the patient being operated upon by using a potassium citrate perfusion into heart. Potassium arrest is still used in open heart surgery, but these days St Thomas’s cardioplegic solution is used.

When I read that potassium citrate had been replaced by something else, I wondered if there were perhaps risks associated with inducing cardiac arrest by potassium citrate. Not according to the blurb one usually finds associated with Bentall et al’s operations at Hammersmith. The usual claim is that by 1984, 300 patients had been operated on at Hammersmith and that there had been no deaths.

Yet I found it clearly stated in a 1957 academic paper which reviewed the outcomes of open heart surgery patients at Hammersmith who had undergone elective cardiac arrest using Melrose’s heart-lung machine that out of 37 patients, 13 had died.

As Peter Cook would have said ‘Is that a fact? How very interesting.’

So the Hammersmith version of a McDonalds Happy Meal – open heart surgery, heart-lung machine, potassium citrate induced cardiac arrest – carried considerable risks for patients, yet those risks were air-brushed out of the picture at some point between 1957 and 1984.

I wonder if Hugh Bentall offered fries with that.

 

Prof Bill Cleland was the leading surgeon who was showcased in Moscow. Cleland was an Australian. After coming to the UK, he eventually became  consultant cardio-thoracic surgeon at King’s College Hospital, Hammersmith Hospital and the Royal Brompton Hospital, 1948-77. Cleland was Director of the Dept of Surgery at the Institute for Diseases of the Chest (later known as the Cardio-Thoracic Institute, Royal Brompton Hospital), 1960-77. Cleland lectured and operated across Europe and the Middle East.

The Royal Brompton is another ‘leading medical institution’ in London. When I worked at St George’s, the dreadful Mandy Leigh and Dr Cathy Wilson (see previous posts) were researching in collaboration with the Royal Brompton. The process involved Mandy and Cathy spending much time swearing and cursing about the Royal Brompton and its alleged inadequacies, but Mandy and Cathy responded to the whole universe in that way, so it may not have been a reflection on the Royal Brompton.

 

Prof Bill Cleland’s son is a neurologist. I think that he is probably Dr Peter Cleland, who is now retired, but previously practised in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Peter Cleveland also worked for Nuffied, BUPA and Spire hospitals. There was a direct link between the paedophile gang which operated in the Newcastle area and Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. A number of mental health professionals from Newcastle-upon-Tyne went to work in north Wales with Dafydd and the paedophiles, including psychiatrist Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods of the School of Psychology at UCNW/Bangor University. Lord John Walton, Dafydd’s Big Mate who protected Dafydd for decades was a neurologist based in Newcastle (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).

 

Professor Ian Aird was Hugh Bentall’s senior colleague at Hammersmith/RPMS. Ian Aird trained at the University of Edinburgh and then worked at the Royal Hospital for Sick Children in Edinburgh and also at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary. Aird served in the RAMC during WWII. In 1946 Aird was appointed Professor of Surgery at RPMS.

By all accounts, Aird was quite something. He became famous in 1953 for separating Nigerian Siamese twins, the first time that the operation had been carried out in the UK and he travelled across the world lecturing and operating. He is described as being hugely energetic and popular, but unusually for a surgeon, as ‘sensitive’.

In fact Ian Aird was so sensitive that it killed him. On 17 Sept 1962 he was found dead in his bed at Hammersmith Hospital. The cause of death was barbiturate poisoning. Prof Aird was said to have been taking barbiturates for depression.

So Prof Ian Aird – Bentall’s eminent senior colleague who did not join the PR trip to Moscow – died some 18 months after Bentall starred in the BBC documentary. Bentall purchased his Chair at RPMS less than two years after Ian Aird’s death.

Barbiturates were generously prescribed in the early 1960s, but the problem with barbiturates is that they are very toxic in overdose. Ian Aird would have known that.

Professor Ian Aird was working with a bunch of scoundrels who’s lying, cheating and dreadful behaviour permeated the whole of Hammersmith/RPMS 25 years later. Unlike some, Professor Aird did not purchase his Chair and career. Furthermore, Aird’s work eclipsed the work of the Hammersmith surgeon who did do that. Until of course Ian Aird died. Then the coast was clear for another Great Surgeon to emerge from Hammersmith.

Mary Wynch always maintained that her mother died of barbiturate poisoning in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. But Mary was mad. Dafydd said so after he unlawfully imprisoned her for a year.

Here’s Professor Richard Bentall, following in his dad’s footsteps as an Eminent Academic…

 

 

I have mentioned before that the IVF pioneer Prof Bob Edwards was a former UCNW student, but Bangor University wouldn’t admit to being associated with Bob Edwards until he won his Nobel Prize. What Bangor did used to max out on though – to the entertainment of the students – was Roger Whittaker being a UCNW graduate. Roger often got a mention, but at graduation in either 1984 or 1985, UCNW really developed Roger-mania and Roger turned up in person. He strummed his guitar, he sung a few songs and he whistled. Welsh TV and the press were there and Roger was interviewed and explained how studying at UCNW was the best thing since sliced bread. Roger studied biochemistry at UCNW back in the dark ages. He doesn’t mention this much, but Roger and academia didn’t go too well together. Roger only went to UCNW because his grades were so bad that nowhere else offered him a place and he ended up with a Third. When the media asked Roger if he ever regretted following a career as a whistling folk musician rather than a biochemist, Roger didn’t admit that he was so bad at biochemistry that he couldn’t have been a biochemist, he maintained that his whistling made people happy and that was more important than anything else.

Roger’s whistling certainly made a gang of sex traffickers happy. Roger arrived in Bangor to provide much needed PR in the wake of Brown and I complaining about Gwynne the lobotomist and me writing to the GMC about him. There had also been three students who had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne and an Agri student had hung himself in one of the halls of residence. Goodness what that was all about, there was never any info provided, other than that one of the cleaners found his body.

One of Roger’s hits was ‘I’ve Got To Leave Old Durham Town’, which is what Professor Eric Sunderland did when the paedophile gang sent up a distress flare in 1984 and asked him to be Principal of UCNW. According to Roger’s wiki entry, he began his musical career when he was a student at Bangor, 1959-62, by singing in local clubs. Roger gave away a Flexi disc with the Bangor student newspaper, the ‘Bangor University Rag’. Roger seems to be telling porkies with regard to this. There were no clubs in Bangor until 1984. Even if we give Roger the benefit of the doubt and entertain the notion that in the early 60s, Bangor was not a tiny Welsh town rather inaccessible to much of Wales yet alone the rest of the UK, but a thriving metropolis where night was turned into neon day with streets thronging with nightclubs, strip joints and casinos, with a Chinatown and branches of all the best stores, Roger’s story still doesn’t add up. Bangor University wasn’t called Bangor University until many years after Roger graduated. It was UCNW until well after I graduated in 1984, its next incarnation was as the University of Wales, Bangor and in 2007 it became Bangor University. So whatever Roger Whittaker did when he was a student, he did not give away Flexi discs with a student newspaper called the ‘Bangor University Rag’.

However, Roger will have been a student at UCNW with the Burmese Generals – or as Brown called them ‘the Welsh gerontocracy’ – who subsequently ran Bangor, who doubled up as paedophiles’ friends and who attempted the military coup some 10 years ago. No wonder they dined out on Roger being a UCNW graduate and invited him back to do his whistling when there was a Challenge To Gwynne.

 

This morning I was reading a copy of the i newspaper from last Friday when I was faced with an interview with Ken Clarke, as part of the i’s ‘NHS at 70’ celebrations. Ken Clarke has featured extensively on this blog, so I won’t repeat his crimes here. Suffice to say that in just about every capacity in which he has been employed, Clarke colluded with and concealed serious crime in the NHS, including that of Dafydd and the paedophiles and the charmers at St George’s.

Ken reminisced about his time as Health Minister and then, from July 1988, Health Secretary, to the i. He of course remembered his famous battles with the BMA. Ken told the i that the BMA was ‘the most ruthless and determined opponent I ever faced’ and that they ‘were completely ruthless and unscrupulous’.

Before I realised what D.G.E. Wood and Tony Francis were doing to me without my knowledge, I used to chat to them a great deal about medicine and politics and of course about Ken Clarke. It’s how I found out how fond of Dr Death DGE Wood was. At the time of the BMA’s famous advertising campaign which involved an ad with the slogan ‘What do you call a man who ignores medical advice?’ ‘Ken Clarke’, I told Wood that the Tories were going to lose the battle with the BMA, although they probably deserved to win it. I quipped to Wood that all the BMA needed to do if Ken Clarke didn’t do exactly what they told him to do was to invite the TV cameras into the neonatal ward of any hospital and film all those babies being cared for by Angels. Ken Clarke would lose hands down. Wood laughed more loudly than I had ever heard him laugh before and smugly said ‘it’s called political muscle and we’ve got more of it than anyone else’.

Wood and his colleagues were running a sex trafficking ring which was murdering witnesses and Ken Clarke knew it. Clarke took on the BMA to a far great extent than any other Health Secretary ever has, but he didn’t win. The fight ended in stalemate because some of the BMA members were facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying underaged children to a whole selection of people, including Gov’t Ministers and two friends of Thatcher’s. Ken knew it and he knew what was happening at Hammersmith Hospital as well.

Ken told the i last Friday that the NHS had been transformed by the Tory Gov’ts of which he was a part and as an example of the transformation, Ken reminded the i that ‘you had awful old fashioned asylums who were dealing with people who were mentally ill’.

The awful old fashioned asylum in Denbigh was illegally imprisoning the victims of the paedophile gang which Ken was ignoring in a dungeon.

Ken’s solution? It was to do a deal with the BMA for their mutual benefit – which involving destroying the careers of me and a number of my friends who had found out some of what was going on in north Wales and allowing Carlo’s mate the Duke of Westminster to buy a piece of real estate in Knightsbridge worth millions for £6000 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Nice one Ken! The Chancellor of the Exchequer has just announced that the Treasury has completely run out of money – it’s all been given to the NHS. The lot. Nothing left. Mentally ill people are just as badly off as when they were left to rot in Denbigh and every Dept of Children’s Social Services in the UK has been hijacked by sex trafficking gangs. The health outcomes for certain cohorts in much of the UK are some of the worst in Europe.

What an achievement.

Ken Clarke. Westminster’s answer to Edwina Hart. They knew what was going on, they tried to stand up to the Top Doctors, but because they were both so desperate to be PM/FM and didn’t dare lose the support of the caring sharing NHS they didn’t see it through. Instead they did deals with child abusers and killers.

Ken Clarke did not become PM. Edwina did not become FM. A lot of people died.

I note that Richard Bentall has passed through Swansea University, as well as the paedophiles’ friends’ favourites Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester Universities. Swansea University was the playground of Rhodri Morgan and Edwina Hart. It was also part of Lord Brian Flowers’ train set. Other institutions which Brian Flowers were given to play with were Hammersmith/RPMS and Manchester University.

Never mind, Richard Bentall is leading a research team developing interventions which his colleagues admit don’t work.

 

The social worker daughter of one of Dafydd’s henchmen who worked as an Angel at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was given a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales, an Office which was established on the recommendation of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse to ensure that It Never Happens Again.

The son of one Mr Big at Hammersmith who concealed an even bigger vat of worms, including the criminal activity in north Wales, is a Professor of Clinical Psychology who is dedicating his career to Liberating Service Users. Whether Richard Bentall’s family business made generous donations to the Universities of Bangor, Liverpool and Manchester in return for Richard’s Chairs I have no idea.

 

‘The Morning Star’ today is looking to Dave Prentis, the General Secretary of UNISON, to lead the 70th anniversary celebrations of the NHS in style. Dave Prentis has been General Secretary since 2001. Prentis was appointed Deputy General Secretary of UNISON upon it’s formation in 1993 from the merger of NALGO, NUPE and COHSE. Many of those who abused children in north Wales were members of NALGO and NUPE. Some of the abusers were shop stewards of those unions. Those unions provided full protection for their members even after they had admitted to, or had been convicted of, serious offences against children. One NALGO rep who had abused children managed to produce a letter from a psychiatrist which enabled him to retire on favourable terms re financial provision. Numerous staff at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were members of COHSE. David Williams, the General Secretary of COHSE, was a former Angel from the North Wales Hospital. Dafydd’s henchman led the union. See post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’.

See you at the party Dave!

 

 

The Village

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Corporate Sponsorship and Membership

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.

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

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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I know nuzzing…

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cledwyn Williams

 

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

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

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

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

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‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

Look at my face – am I bovvered?

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yes you did!

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

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

CRASH!!!

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

Come in Number Six…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife

For the last few days the Daily Mail and Mail Online have been raging about Max Mosley. They have printed acres about this shocking man and yesterday their headline screamed that even the Labour Party was no longer going to accept the filthy lucre of this pariah. Scoops from Mail Online include footage of that ‘car crash interview’, in which Max calmly and reasonably defended himself and a photo of the ‘violent thug’ which was Max as a young man – that’s a photo of  a youthful Max standing next to his mates having a fag. No evidence of any violence, just a young man smoking a fag.

The Mail are denouncing Max because of his role in what the Mail claims was a Nazi themed S&M orgy and are accusing him of having perjured himself. What is really bothering the Mail – and most other newspapers – is that Max is putting up one hell of a battle for effective press regulation. Max is an admirably robust man and because he also has a great deal of money, he represents a very real threat to the UK’s press – which has destroyed many people’s lives yet ignored very serious wrongdoing on the part of other people. British press – I probably don’t have much in common with Max, but I really admire him for taking you on. Do you think that you might have brought the demands that someone somewhere somehow reigns you in upon yourselves?

Max’s orgy of course only hit the headlines because an undercover journo joined in, filmed it and then gave the recording to the press. Max’s S&M party involved him and a number of prostitutes – except that one of them was actually a journo who was  only there to sting Max. Max is a consenting adult as was everyone at the orgy. No-one has produced any evidence that suggested that any of the prostitutes were coerced or trafficked. One of them was a PhD student who cheerfully and publicly defended Max. When Max refused to melt away, the only real problem that anyone was able to conjure up was that Max’s wife didn’t know about the orgy. That is a matter for Max’s wife to deal with, not the press.

There was of course a high profile press baron who had a great deal of sex with people to whom he was not married – Lord Rothermere, who owned the Daily Mail. Lord Rothermere was married to Patricia aka Bubbles, who in Aug 1992 died at her villa in Nice ‘from a heart attack after an overdose of sleeping pills’. Not only was Bubbles only 59, but Bubbles managed to gain possession of literally thousands and thousands of tablets, quite legally, which were found in her room after she died. These had been prescribed by Top Doctors – Bubbles had quite a few Top Doctors on tap, in Nice, in London and elsewhere as well. Bubbles’s inquest was performed by Dr Paul Knapman, an alumnus of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who for years was wheeled out to provide an innocuous explanation for suspicious deaths of high profile people. As ever, Knapman asked no questions about obviously worrying aspects to Bubbles’s death. The only Top Doctor of Bubbles’s who was named in the press who had been so liberal with the prescription pad was Douglas Rossdale, whose son is a celeb but not one known to someone of my vintage.

Bubbles died in Aug 1992. Five months after five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb – a few more were found dead in the following months (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs). If I was someone who cared about Bubbles, I would have asked a lot of questions about her demise.

The press claimed that Max’s orgy was ‘Nazi-themed’. This really pissed Max off, because Max is the son of Oswald Mosley who was of course the leader of the British Union of Fascists and Oswald did support Hitler. Max’s mum was Diana, originally Diana Guinness, then Diana Mitford. Oswald and Diana were interned in Holloway in 1940 but in 1943 were released by Home Secretary Herbert Morrison – Peter Mandelson’s grandfather. Diana made embarrassingly appreciative comments about Hitler which no-one in politics has ever forgotten. Max has had to live with that. Max sued for libel over the allegations that his orgy was ‘Nazi- themed’ and won.

Now lest we forget – Oswald Mosley was an elected Tory MP who defected to the Independent Labour Party. He and his first wife Cynthia were committed Fabians during the 1920s. Oswald Mosley was a relative of the Queen Mum – Gawd Bless ‘Er – and when he married Cynthia, the wedding guests included King George V and Queen Mary. Diana was his second wife and he married her at the home of Joseph Goebbels. Hitler was one of the guests.

So Oswald Mosley was friendly with both the Royals and Hitler and Mandy’s grandfather released him from prison. Who exactly is in a position to have a go at Max because of who his father was?

A great many people have had it in for Max ever since he won against a British newspaper in Court.

There was of course one UK newspaper who supported Oswald Mosley and the BUF – it was the Daily Mail. Anyone know about the headline ‘Hurrah For The Blackshirts?’ Mosley had a big following among young working class men in East London – the Battle of Cable Street in 1936 took place between the Mosleyites and the Jews. There were also quite a few aristos who supported Mosley – most of the Mitford family for a start. With whom Thatcher’s friend Baroness Jean Trumpington was mates with. Not many people were as complimentary about Hitler as Diana Mosley was, but a number of British politicians from across the political spectrum did meet Hitler, usually in attempts to prevent war. Including a man called Neville Chamberlain, who was Britain’s Conservative PM. King George VI was delighted that Chamberlain had done this, as were the cheering crowds who thronged through London in celebration.

King George VI issued a statement to the serfs: ‘After the magnificent efforts of the Prime Minister in the cause of peace it is my fervent hope that a new era of friendship and prosperity may be dawning among the peoples of the world’.

Most newspapers supported Chamberlain uncritically and he received thousands of gifts, from a silver dinner service to many of his trademark umbrellas. He must have felt a bit like Lilibet did when she reached her Silver Jubilee or indeed like Charles and Di when they had that Fairytale Wedding. After Di had the fertility tests, just to ensure that she was fit for purpose. As Not The Nine O Clock News quipped at the time ‘I am 19 and do not know what I am letting myself in for’.

The Daily Mail also seems to have forgotten that pre-WWII there was a great deal of anti-semitic feeling in Britain as well as in Europe. Furthermore in the 1930s politics in the UK was polarised – people joined the Communist Party in response to what they perceived to be the threat from facism and people joined Mosley’s party in response to what they perceived to be the threat from communism.

Some elements of the British press remained anti-semitic for a long time even after the horrors of the Holocaust. Nancy Astor – ‘the first woman to be elected as an MP’ (except that she wasn’t, but that’s for another history lesson) – had a real problem with Jewish people and even in the 1960s and 1970s the Astor family newspaper – the impeccably liberal Observer – would not employ Jews.

The Mail has produced images of documents which it maintains are racist leaflets handed out by Max in the early 1960s. Max claims not to remember them and has suggested that they might be forgeries. As someone who has had documents forged about me by both the GMC and Chester Court, I think that Max might well have a point.

The Mail frothed over the racist content of the leaflets. It is certainly true that no mainstream political party today would dare publish the sort of thing that is on those leaflets. Yet the contents of those leaflets reflect common ideas of the time eg. that immigrants would introduce contagious diseases – Top Doctors perpetuated that particular idea as well because of the high rates of TB among Pakistani immigrants, which was actually a consequence of poverty.

In Butetown, Cardiff in 1952 there was a famous miscarriage of justice which resulted in the hanging of Mahmood Mattan, a Somali man who had settled in Wales. He was described in the press as a ‘savage’ and his – white – wife was completely ostracised for decades. Mattan was cleared by the Appeal Court in 1998 who presumably had forgotten that he had been killed by the state and clearing him was a bit pointless.

In the 1964 General Election, Tory candidate Peter Griffiths was elected as MP for Smethwick after some of his supporters campaigned under the slogan ‘If you want a nigger for a neighbour vote Liberal or Labour’. Griffiths refused to dissociate himself from the catchy rhyme. Griffiths lost the seat in 1966 but was re-elected as Tory MP for Portsmouth North in 1979 and remained in that seat until 1997.

In the West Midlands in the 1960s and 70s it was considered to be electoral suicide to be seen as supporting immigration. Enoch Powell took a stance in the late 1960s and during the 70s which is now seen as nakedly racist but which gained him a massive following among the electorate as result and nearly destroyed the Tory Party when he got cross with them. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, in 1990 I was told that ‘Enoch was right’ – by a young woman employed in medical research from an upper middle class family who had been to a public school, rather than by any Alf Garnett character.

Other examples of ‘shocking racism’ which I am sure that the Mail would now like to condemn include the experience of the mixed race family of a south Asian academic who moved to Llandegfan on Anglesey in the 1980s. The children were playing in the garden when they were told by some other kids that ‘you niggers shouldn’t be here’. It transpired that before the family had purchased this house in the solidly middle class village favoured by Top Doctors and university staff, a petition had done the rounds and had been handed to the previous owner, begging him not to sell the house to the nigger and his white English wife.

When I worked as a cleaner in the Bangor University halls of residence one summer in the mid 1990s, I heard the Orthodox Jews who had rented the halls for the summer described as ‘dirty Jews’. Which was quite ironic because when one considers Orthodox food preparation rituals, Orthodox Jews are a good deal less dirty than the rest of us.

 

In the light of the Daily Mail’s concern for sexual morality, perhaps they could explain why Sir David English – Editor of the Mail, 1971-92 and then Chairman of Associated Newspapers, the company which owns the Daily Mail – was a regular at parties thrown by George Carman QC, an alcoholic wife beater who knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring, who was retained by Jimmy Savile, whose personal friends included bent police officers and gangsters and who successfully defended ‘Len Fairclough’ of Coronation Street fame when Fairclough stood trial for molesting two children, although Carman knew that he was guilty.

The Daily Mail knew about the criminal conduct on the part of the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales as well – because some six years ago I e mailed them about it. I received a reply from a journo so I know that they received my e mail but I heard no more…

 

Now, rather than having a go at Max  and suggesting that he has genetically inherited the trait for being a Nazi (is it a dominant or a recessive gene?) – whom I doubt has perjured himself because he seems to have been quite upfront about that orgy – if the Daily Mail really does want to turn its attention to matters perjury and sexual shenanigans, they could do worse than revisit the doings of two people who were given flattering coverage in the Mail Online just a few days ago – Jeffrey and Mary Archer!

Jeffrey of course has served a prison sentence for perjury and there was evidence that Mary too perjured herself but there was no prosecution. Whereas Jeffrey is simply someone who gets forgiven a great deal by a great many people, Mary is is considered untouchable. On a guest appearance on Have I Got News For You in 2002 Ian Hislop was very rude about Jeffrey. Mary came over all sanctimonious when Hislop pointed out that the reason why so many politicians were behaving so badly was that Jeffrey got away with so much. Mary plaintively asked ‘would you like another free kick?’ and received a round of sympathetic applause. A BBC audience might have been appalled at a satirist making satirical comments about a member of the Lords who has lied, swindled and cheated throughout his entire career, but someone should have explained to them that Mary Archer is no victim.

 

Jeffrey Archer was born in London but when he was two weeks old his family moved to Somerset, eventually settling in Weston-super-Mare. Archer spent most of his early life there. His father William died in 1956 and was 64 years old when Jeffrey was born. Early in his career, Jeffrey gave conflicting accounts to the press of his father’s supposed – but non-existent – military career. Sadly William Archer was a bigamist, fraudster and conman, who impersonated another William Archer, a deceased war medal holder. Jeffrey’s father was at different times employed as a chewing gum salesman in New York and a mortgage broker in London – in the latter capacity he was charged at the Old Bailey for fraud offences. He absconded to America under the name William Grimwood whilst on bail.

In 1951, Archer won a scholarship to Wellington School, Somerset, not Wellington College, Berkshire, as Archer has claimed in the past. Archer’s mother, Lola, was employed as a journalist on the Weston Mercury, the local newspaper. Her column ‘Over the Teacups’ frequently featured Jeffrey, under the name of ‘Tuppence’. 

Tuppence left school with O levels in English literature, art and history. He spent a few years in a variety of different jobs, including training with the army and a short period with the Met. Later on Tuppence worked as a PE teacher first at a prep school in Hampshire and later at Dover College, Kent.

In 1963 Tuppence was offered a place at the Oxford University Dept for Continuing Education to study for a Diploma of Education. The course was based in the department – Tuppence became a member of Brasenose College. There have been claims that Tuppence provided false evidence of his academic qualifications to Brasenose in order to gain entrance eg. the apparent citing of an American institution which was actually a bodybuilding club. It has also been alleged that Tuppence provided false statements about three non-existent A levels and a U.S. university degree.  Tuppence’s diploma course only lasted a year, but he spent a total of three years at Oxford.

Tuppence was successful in athletics at Oxford, competing in sprinting and hurdling and becoming President of the Oxford University Athletics Club. Television coverage survives of him making a series of false starts in a 1964 sprint race, but he was not disqualified. He went on to run for England, and once successfully competed for GB.

Tuppence raised money for Oxfam, obtaining the support of The Beatles in a charity fundraising drive. The band accepted his invitation to visit the Principal’s lodge at Brasenose College, where they were photographed with Tuppence and dons of Brasenose, although they did not play there. Even as a student Tuppence was plagued with rumours of financial wrongdoing — fellow undergraduates were amazed that he owned houses and cars with personalised number plates while working part time as an Oxfam fund raiser.

After leaving Oxford, Tuppence continued as a charity fundraiser, initially working as Director General of the National Birthday Trust, a medical charity that promoted safe childbirth. He then joined the United Nations Association (UNA) as its chief fundraiser. The then Chairman of the UNA, Humphry Berkeley, alleged that there were numerous discrepancies in Tuppence’s expense claims whilst he worked at the UNA. 

Berkeley’s father, Reginald, was the Liberal MP for Nottingham Central, 1922-24, so he’ll have known David Lloyd George. The Lloyd Georges were a political powerful family for many years, remained hugely influential in north Wales until very recently and a number of their members were very close to the people who facilitated and concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Humphry attended Pembroke College, Cambridge and was President of the Cambridge Union Society and Cambridge University Conservative Association in 1948. His studies were interrupted when he was sent down for two years as a result of a practical joke in which he wrote hoax letters to public figures. Humphrey knew Rab Butler – who was Mr Tory Party for decades – Butler arranged a job for Humphrey at Conservative Central Office during this time. Butler advised Humphrey to keep the hoax letters and their replies safe, and publish them a quarter of a century later (they were published in 1974).

Berkeley set up a PR company. He was Director-General of the UK Council of the European Movement, 1956-57. In the 1959 he was elected as the Conservative MP for Lancaster. Berkeley served on the Parliamentary Assembly of the Western European Union and Council of Europe from 1963. Berkeley was a member of the  Howard League for Penal Reform.

Berkeley campaigned for homosexual law reform in the mid 1960s. In 2007 The Observer alleged that Berkeley was well known as a homosexual and was unpopular. Berkeley lost his seat in 1966, ascribing his defeat to the unpopularity of the bill on homosexuality that he had introduced.

Berkeley then became Chairman of the UNA. He employed Tuppence to organise the UNA’s flag day. Despite barely increasing the previous year’s total, Tuppence was promoted to organise a dinner at 10 Downing Street which raised over £200,000. Berkeley later accused Tuppence of making  false expenses claims whilst working for the UNA.

Some years ago the UNA organised a one day conference in north Wales on drug abuse and invited Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as a key note speaker. I made representation on the grounds that Dafydd was not an appropriate speaker and the material promoting the conference was misleading people as to Dafydd’s reputation and experience. I received a few aggressive e mails refusing to cancel the event or provide more accurate info re Dafydd, so I explained that I would therefore attend the event myself and distribute material providing details of the Mary Wynch case and other aspects of Dafydd’s career. The event was cancelled, but not before I received e mails and phone calls from someone involved with the UNA containing personal information about me which could only have been provided by Dafydd.

I later found out that the UNA conference was organised by someone who had been involved with the UNA for many, many years and who when she was young had been a personal friend of Megan Lloyd George. I understand that this lady may have been completely unaware of what Dafydd had been responsible for, but someone in the UNA will have known at least something about the controversy and complaint which has surrounded Dafydd for at least four decades.

By the time that Tuppence was employed by the UNA, Dafydd had his feet under the table at the North Wales Hospital and was involved in the serious abuse of vulnerable people.

In 1968 Humphry Berkeley resigned from the Conservative Party and joined the Labour Party in 1970. He joined the SDP in 1981 and in 1988 he rejoined Labour. The Govt’s of Ted Heath, Harold Wilson and Jim Callaghan all concealed the abuses at the North Wales Hospital and of children in care in north Wales and the associated criminality. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were involved.

In July 1966 Tuppence married Mary whom he met at Oxford whilst Mary was a chemistry student.

Tuppence began his career in politics at around the time he was involved with the UNA and served as a Conservative councillor on the GLC (1967–1970).

In 1969 Tuppence set up a fundraising and PR company, Arrow Enterprises. The same year he opened an art gallery in Mayfair. The gallery specialised in modern art, but lost money and Tuppence sold it two years later.

At 29, Tuppence was elected as the Tory MP for Louth in Lincolnshire, holding the seat for the Conservative Party in a  by-election in Dec 1969. The national Tory Party had concerns regarding Tuppence’s selection, specifically relating to the UNA expenses allegations made by Humphrey Berkeley. Berkeley tried to persuade Conservative Central Office that Tuppence was an unsuitable candidate. Tuppence brought a defamation action against Berkeley which kept the story out of the press, although a truncated version did appear in The Times. The case was eventually settled out of court, with Tuppence agreeing to pay the legal costs of around £30,000.

During his time as MP for Louth, Tuppence was a regular at the Immingham Conservative Club in the most working-class part of the constituency. Tuppence was on the left of the Conservative Party and rebelled against some of his party’s policies. In 1971, he employed  David Mellor, who needed money for his bar finals, to deal with his correspondence. He tipped Mellor to reach the Cabinet. David Mellor has been at the scene of many crimes. He was a junior Minister in the Home Office whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang in north Wales were allowed to break the law with impunity and their victims were stitched up for serious offences. Mellor was a junior Minister for Health, July 1988-Oct 1989, whilst the DHSS concealed serious criminality in the mental health services and children’s homes in north Wales. Mellor worked for Secretary of State Tony Newton – Newton was one of the Cabinet Ministers whom Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, contacted directly about the abuse of children in care in north Wales. Mellor is one of those who in numerous roles ignored the activities of an organised criminal gang who killed witnesses.

In July 1992 Mellor was seriously embarrassed when his mistress Antonia de Sancha flogged her story. Mellor was later framed as a victim at the Leveson Inquiry when it was revealed that parts of de Sancha’s story were not true – I think the bit about Mellor having sex whilst wearing a Chelsea FC shirt was alleged to be untrue. Never mind Mellor, at least you didn’t spend years in a high security hospital after being sexually exploited by Dafydd and his mates and branded dangerous when you complained about it. Mellor left politics after becoming a national joke but found a new life as a DJ when LBC were daft enough to employ him.

In 1974 Tuppence was stung by a fraudulent investment scheme involving a company called Aquablast. He lost his first fortune and was left almost £500,000 in debt. Fearing bankruptcy, he stood down as an MP at the Oct 1974 General Election. By this time, Tuppence and Mary were living in a large house in an exclusive street in South Kensington which they were forced to sell.

While he was a witness in the Aquablast case in Toronto in 1975, Tuppence was accused of taking three suits from a department store. He denied the accusation for years, but in the late 1990s he finally acknowledged that he had indeed taken the suits, although he claimed that at the time he had not realised he had left the shop. No charges were ever brought.

Tuppence wrote his first book in the autumn of 1974, as a means of avoiding bankruptcy. The book was picked up by the literary agent Deborah Owen – Dr Death’s wife – and was published first in the U.S., then in Britain in the autumn of 1976. Dr Death became an MP in 1974, was a junior Minister in the DHSS, 1974-76, then a junior Minister in the Foreign Office, 1976-77 and then Foreign Secretary, 1977-79. A Radio 4 adaption of Tuppence’s first book was broadcast in the early 1980s, by which time Dr Death and the gang of four had made the Limehouse Declaration and hopeful people believed that Dr Death was on the way to being PM. Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was assisting the paedophile gang and sex traffickers in north Wales, really loved Dr Death. Brown observed that Wood was aligning himself with shits in his own profession once more. A BBC TV adaptation of Tuppence’s book was broadcast in 1990, by which time Dr Death had mercifully imploded.

In 1976 Mary  started lecturing in chemistry at Newnham and Trinity Colleges, Cambridge – she remained doing until 1988. So Mary caught the tail end of Mr Tory Party Rab Butler, who was Master of Trinity College, 1965-77. From 1984 to 1991, Mary was a Director of the Fitzwilliam Museum Trust in Cambridge.

In 1977 Mary became a Lloyds ‘name’.

In 1979 Tuppence and Mary purchased the Old Vicarage, Grantchester, a house associated with Rupert Brooke. Every summer, Tuppence and Mary host a lavish garden party in the grounds to celebrate their wedding anniversary. By the early 1980s Tuppence was back in a comfortable financial position and began to hold shepherd’s pie and Krug parties for those to whom he thought it was worth ingratiating himself at his London apartment, which overlooks the Thames and Parliament.

‘Kane and Abel’ (1979) proved to be Tuppence’s best-seller. Like most of Tuppence’s early work it was edited by Richard Cohen. It was made into a TV mini-series by CBS in 1985. The following year, Granada TV screened a 10-part adaptation of another Tuppence bestseller, ‘First Among Equals’. Granada have done Dafydd and the paedophiles many a favour – over years they studiously avoided reporting anything at all about them, even on flagship investigative programmes such as ‘World In Action’.

As well as novels and short stories, Tuppence wrote three stage plays. The first opened in 1987 and ran at the Queen’s Theatre in the West End for over a year. The next one was not well received and closed after a few weeks. Tuppence’s final play opened at the Theatre Royal, Windsor in Sept 2000, before transferring to the Theatre Royal, Haymarket in the West End in Dec 2000. 

In 1988 Kathleen Burnett accused Tuppence of plagiarising a story that she’d written. Tuppence denied doing any such thing, claiming he’d simply been inspired by the idea.

In 1988 Mary Archer joined the Council of Lloyds Insurance Company, becoming Chair of the Lloyds Hardship Committee the following year.

Tuppence’s political career revived in the 1980s and he became a popular speaker among the Conservative grassroots. He was appointed Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party by Thatch in Sep 1985. Tebbit – the Party Chairman – had misgivings, as did others, including Willie Whitelaw and Ted Heath. I am wondering whether like a few other people, Tuppence had found out about the Westminster and Whitehall figures who were abusing children and the lengths to which people at the very top of every major political party were going to conceal this. By 1985, Tebbit, Whitelaw and Heath were all deeply compromised in that they knew about serious criminality. Whitelaw was in it up to his eye-balls, he had been frankly blackmailed by campaigners for a fourth Welsh language TV channel over his concealing of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see posts ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘A Bit More Paleontology ‘). Lord Wyn Roberts twisted Thatcher’s arm over exactly the same matter in order to achieve the Welsh Language Act (see post ‘The Cradle Of The Filth’). Tuppence taking a leaf out of their book would explain why he bagged the role of Deputy Chairman in the face of opposition from the grandees.

During his tenure as Deputy Chairman, Tuppence was responsible for a number of embarrassments, including claiming during a live radio interview that many young, unemployed people were simply unwilling to find work. At the time, unemployment in the UK stood at a record 3.4 million. Tuppence was later forced to apologise, saying that his words had been ‘taken out of context’.

Tuppence resigned as Deputy Chairman in Oct 1986 due to a scandal caused by an article in The News Of The World, ‘Tory boss Archer pays vice-girl’, which claimed that Tuppence had paid Monica Coghlan, a prostitute, £2,000 through an intermediary at Victoria Station to go abroad.

Two months after Tuppence was exposed in the News Of The World, I was unlawfully arrested and detained by Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see posts ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’ and ‘Behind The Scenes – At The North Wales Hospital Denbigh’).

After Tuppence resigned as Deputy Chairman of the Tory Pary, Peter Morrison took over the role. Morrison was the MP for Chester and a member of the paedophile gang which was facilitated by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and others and was operating in north Wales/Cheshire. A number of leading Tories from that era including Edwina Currie, Rod Richards and Gyles Brandreth have confirmed that Morrison’s activities were well-known, openly gossiped about and that Thatcher was explicitly warned about what he was doing.

It seems that sending victims of and witnesses to those involved with the Westminster Paedophile Ring abroad was the accepted way of doing things in the 1980s. I knew of two students at Bangor University who, like me, found out some of what was happening – one went to America after Wood’s wife, who was a lecturer in the University, arranged matters and Wood tried to coerce the other one into emigrating to Australia and even arranged a job there for her, although the thought terrified her (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Wood became very angry when this young woman became distressed and refused to be transported to the other side of the world. Down in south Wales, George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy paid a man who had been abused by him to begin a new life in Australia (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

God knows how much of this was going on if I personally knew of two students on the same degree as me at Bangor who were identified as needing to be dealt with in this way.

Shortly after The News of the World story broke, the Daily Star ran a story alleging that Tuppence had paid for sex with Coghlan, something that The News Of The World had been careful to avoid stating . Tuppence responded by suing the Daily Star. The case came to court in July 1987. Explaining the payment to Coghlan as the action of a philanthropist claiming that he had been ‘duped’ by her and set up by the News of the World, Tuppence won the case and was awarded £500,000 damages, a record amount in a libel action at the time. The action cost Express Newspapers – which owned the Daily Star – more than £1 million. Tuppence’s Counsel was Robert Alexander QC.

Now here are a few Interesting Facts about Robert Alexander. Alexander was born and died in areas with long standing paedophile rings which resulted in serious criminal activity in the 1980s – Staffordshire and Lambeth. Alexander went to Brighton College – the old school of Keith Best, a barrister and the Tory MP for Ynys Mon, 1979-87, who in his capacity as a junior Minister in the Welsh Office concealed the paedophile and sex trafficking gang operating in north Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Best was a Brighton Borough Councillor, 1976–80. John Allen, who owned and managed the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales where children were severely abused, also owned brothels in Brighton to which he trafficked children in care from north Wales. Allen is now serving yet another prison sentence for abusing children. After his election, Best was driving when his car was involved in an accident resulting in the death of his personal assistant. Best was cleared of responsibility.

In Sept 1987, Best was sentenced to four months’ imprisonment for fraud in relation to his application for BT shares and was fined £3,000. On 5 Oct 1987, the Court of Appeal released him but increased his fine.

Peter Morrison was appointed as Energy Minister with responsibility for oil in June 1987 (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’) – the month before Tuppence hit the jackpot at the libel trial. During this month, the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal was at its height. This provided a most useful distraction from the child abuse and criminal activities in north Wales at a time when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all raising concerns and producing evidence of serious criminality (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Two of the leading lights in the paedophile gang in north Wales – Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth – had previously worked in Gateshead and Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods, two colleagues of Dafydd’s, had worked in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne before they joined Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). Lord John Walton, President of the GMC, 1982-89 (whilst complaints about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd poured in but no action was taken) and the BMA 1980-82, provided an umbrella for Dafydd et al for years – John Walton was Mr Newcastle Medical School (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

In Jan 1987 Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, told Thatcher that she had witnessed children in care being abused in north Wales. In March 1987, David Gillinson was imprisoned for gross indecency against a boy in care in north Wales. Gillinson was a leading light in the Chester branch of CHE (the Campaign for Homosexual Equality). A number of people alleged that the branch was a front for paedophilia.

Whilst Tuppence was hamming it up in Court, the north Wales mental health services attempted to frame and imprison me for ‘stabbing a doctor’ – Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission colluded with this (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Shortly after, Dafydd tried to threaten and then bribe me  into dropping my complaints – Brown was listening in to the phone call and wrote to Gwynedd Health Authority about the matter. He did not receive a reply. The attempt to fit me up for trying to stab someone failed but the police did bring a public order charge against me and an ‘expert opinion’ was supplied by Dr James Earp, a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester. Earp concealed the criminal actions of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘An Expert From England’). At the time, Earp and his colleagues were concealing the abuse of children in Leicestershire, with which Frank Beck and Greville Janner were involved (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’).

In Oct 1987 DCS Gwynne Owen, who had been given responsibility for investigating the assaults on children in north Wales which Alison Taylor had reported, submitted a second report to the CPS regarding Alison, saying that ‘there is every likelihood…she will manipulate others in the future to make similar complaints’. Every mental health patient whom I knew in north Wales who complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ associates was branded ‘manipulative’. I later discovered that the same word was used to describe the kids in care who complained about being abused. Even the whistleblower was manipulative.

Those poor put-upon paedophiles and gangsters – all they had was the full force of the Gov’t and the security services in the face of these manipulative bastards who were complaining about being beaten up, sexually assaulted, fitted up and wrongfully imprisoned…

Alison was sacked from her job as a social worker with Gwynedd County Council in Dec 1987. The Director of Gwynedd Social Services was Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

Robert Alexander was Chairman of the Bar Council, 1985-86. He was given a peerage in July 1988. In July 1988 Elizabeth Butler-Sloss submitted her whitewash regarding the extent of the horror which was the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’) which was a useful distraction to complaints that there was serious criminality in north Wales involving organised child abuse.

Robert Alexander was Chairman of the NatWest Bank, 1989-99 and the President and Chair of the Marylebone Cricket Club – from which Tuppence was suspended for 7 years in 2002 in the wake of his conviction for perjury . Robert Alexander sat on the Wakeham Commission – John Wakeham had been Secretary of State for Energy whilst Peter Morrison was a Minister in that Dept.

Robert Alexander was Chancellor of Exeter University, 1998-05. Sir Steve Smith, the VC of Exeter University, was appointed in 2002. Smith had previously been Senior PVC at Aberystwyth University and whilst he was in post there was a great wailing and a gnashing of teeth. Aber had for years been churning out law graduates who provided great assistance to the paedophile gang once those law graduates had embarked on careers as lawyers and judges, but when Sir Steve started giving out the orders, Aber really hit the buffers.

In the wake of Smith being appointed VC  at Exeter, Professor Edzard Ernst became involved in a dispute with Prince Charles regarding complementary medicine. Edzard had a nasty habit of conducting rigorous research which demonstrated that homeopathy and a number of other complementary therapies were clinically ineffective. Charles’s Secretary Sir Michael Peat pressurised the University to discipline Ernst for being a competent scientist who refused to fabricate his results. Edzard was investigated by the University and cleared but was then frozen out by the University authorities. Fundraising for his unit ceased and the unit was gradually strangled. Edzard took early retirement, but he now maintains an excellent website exposing bad science.

Edzard’s book ‘A Scientist In Wonderland’ provides a full account of what Exeter University did to him when Charles got cross.

In 2012, Sir Steve Smith – together with the Vice-Chancellor of Plymouth University – announced the demerger of Peninsula College of Medicine and Dentistry and the establishment of the University of Exeter Medical School and the Plymouth University ‘Peninsula’ Schools of Medicine and Dentistry. That institution is collaborating in the research fraud that is Professor Mark Williams’s Mindfulness – Williams discovered the miracle of Mindfulness when he worked in Bangor with the paedophile gang in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Some of the leading lights in patient abuse in Gwynedd at that time such as Keith Fearns are thanked and cited in Williams’s work. Mark Williams denied a holocaust on the level of David Irving.

For details of my own experiences with Sir Steve’s Medical School, please see post ‘NHS Chief Executive Collapses In Court After Being Spared Jail’.

Meanwhile photos of Steve appeared in the Times Higher at social events with a glass of champagne in his hand accompanied by quotes from students telling the readers what a great bloke he was. It’s quite easy to get students to do this, you just select undergrads who aren’t working with people like Edzard Ernst and supply them with nibbles and booze and then you send Steve along to do his man of the people bit and sink a bit of alcohol in front of the students and they leave happy. The same sort of tactics can be employed when it’s time for the students to fill in their National Student Survey forms, you feed them pizza and chocolate brownies and then give them the forms to complete.

Brown tells me that the technique works with external inspectors as well – but it takes a little bit more skill than with the undergrads. You’ve got to give the inspectors a good lunch, but you mustn’t make it too good or it looks like you’re trying to bribe them. I’m sure that Sir Steve has it down to a fine art.

I’m happy to tell those readers who don’t work at the coal face in universities that Laurie Taylor’s Poppleton University column in the Times Higher doesn’t begin to capture the insanity which has been inflicted upon universities since Blair and Lord Adonis had a few brainwaves.

Laurie Taylor’s son Matthew was Blair’s policy advisor.

Some years ago Bangor University received a gift from Exeter University in the form of Professor Hilary Lappin-Scott, a fighter for gender equality. Hilary nearly destroyed Bangor in the short time that she was there and was such a wrecking ball that people seriously wondered if she was being paid by a rival institution to damage Bangor. Hilary left after a major disagreement with the VC whose institution probably wouldn’t have been still standing if she had remained at Bangor much longer. She then re-appeared at Swansea University. Since Hilary’s arrival, the students at Swansea have protested, senior staff have resigned and the Business School almost imploded. But Hilary has won an award for being an inspirational woman and has had her photo taken with Princess Anne. For the details of Hilary’s time at Bangor, see post ‘News Round-Up, March 16 2017’.

In 1990, the corrupt barrister George Carman – who knew about the paedophile gang in north Wales/Chesire as well as about the politicians and Whitehall mandarins who were abusing children and who was retained by Jimmy Savile (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’) – acted for businessman Rolf Schild in a libel case against Express Newspapers. Carman lost against Robert Alexander QC, who was acting for Express Newspapers. Judge Sir William Mars-Jones upheld an appeal against Carman. Despite Carman’s defeat – and Carman was a barrister whom it was alleged hated losing – Carman remained good mates with Sir John Junor, the Editor of the Sunday Express and they enjoyed a good lunch together shortly after Carman lost the appeal.

As for William Mars-Jones – he was a farmer’s son from Denbighshire who hit the big time and was President of UCNW (Bangor University), 1982-95), whilst Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr DGE Wood the corrupt GP worked in the Student Health Centre, facilitating the sex trafficking gang. Not only that, but whilst Mars-Jones was President, both the Depts of Social Work and Psychology at UCNW contained staff who had worked with the paedophile gang and trained people who then worked with the paedophile gang after they graduated. Other people in UCNW were associated with the paedophile gang as well and yet more people in the institution knew about it all and were keeping schtum. Dafydd himself exerted considerable influence over UCNW and the Principal Sir Charles Evans who had worked as a neurosurgeon in Liverpool knew what was going on but wasn’t that concerned (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

William Mars-Jones intimidated everyone in north Wales what with being based in London and spending his time troughing in the Garrick with lawyers and judges (see post ‘A Big Umbrella’). The Garrick is also very popular with thespians – Tuppence basked in the light of his success in West End theatres…

I have retold the tale of the 1990 case involving Carman, Alexander, Rolf Schild, John Junor and Express Newspapers because it illustrates something that I have become acutely aware of whilst researching for this blog – that where this bunch are concerned, deals were very obviously done behind closed doors which were not always for the benefit of the client who thought that they had purchased legal representation. If any of the parties involved had knowledge of Thatcher’s mate or any of the others who were having sex with children or of victims and witnesses who were being found dead, it was that which provided the focus for the horse-trading.

 

The Presiding judge over the libel trial, Mr Justice Caulfield, was quite taken with Tuppence’s bird. When instructing the jury, Justice Cocklecarrot commented: ‘Remember Mary Archer in the witness-box. Your vision of her probably will never disappear. Has she elegance? Has she fragrance? Would she have, without the strain of this trial, radiance? How would she appeal? Has she had a happy married life? Has she been able to enjoy, rather than endure, her husband Jeffrey?’

Cocklecarrot then went on to say of Tuppence, ‘Is he in need of cold, unloving, rubber-insulated sex in a seedy hotel round about quarter to one on a Tuesday morning after an evening at the Caprice?’.

There is evidence to suggest that Tuppence most certainly was, despite the elegant, fragrant Mary. Cocklecarrot made derogatory comments about every aspect of Monica, including her ‘green leatherette suit’. Monica was actually doing a roaring trade in London at the time – as of course was John Allen, using the boys from the children’s homes in north Wales which had ended up in his clutches thanks to Dafydd and Lucille – so there clearly was no shortage of men with money to spend who were quite keen on the idea of green leatherette suits and other things. Furthermore, as many commentators mentioned at the time, men do not use prostitutes because the missus is too fat and ugly to get a man. Like those bloody feminists.

Cocklecarrot did and said a few other strange things in that trial as well. After the jury had begun their deliberations, Cocklecarrot recalled them after admitting to 12 ‘inaccuracies and mistakes’ in his summing up, following written representation from the defence Counsel. Cocklecarrot’s conduct was described as ‘extraordinary’ by many observing lawyers. Cocklecarrot also expressed his deep gratitude to the jury after they had to endure a whole three week trial and excused them from jury service for 15 years. Which reminds me of the Peter Cook quip re the biased judge modelled on Jeremy Thorpe’s trial ie. ‘now you must retire – as must I’.

If I suggested that the jury might have discovered that their bank accounts were so flush in the wake of that trial that they’d never have to work again anyway, no doubt someone would sue me for libel.

Nearly all information about Cocklecarrot  has disappeared from the internet.

As for Monica who was roundly insulted by Cocklecarrot – she was born in Greater Manchester in 1951 and suffered a troubled childhood, leaving school at 15. After leaving home Monica was the victim of a violent sexual attack and forced to leave her flat. She was working as a prostitute at 17, and in the next 18 years was convicted of shoplifting, possession of cannabis and prostitution and served two prison terms. In 1985 she had a son, Robin, and moved into a small bungalow in Rochdale. For most of the week she cared for her son alone following the death of her partner – it was her partner’s death which prompted Monica to return to prostitution – and at weekends Robin was left with neighbours or relatives whilst Monica worked as a prostitute in London.

Monica picked Tuppence up at Shepherd Market in Mayfair in Sept 1986. Aziz Kurtha, an Indian businessman, saw them together and sold the story to the News of the World. Monica did not know who Tuppence was when she met him – she said that he told her he was a car salesman. Rather than print the unverified story, the News of the World decided to organise a ‘sting’ by getting Coghlan to ask Tuppence for money to stay silent. On 24 Oct 1986, the News Of The World filmed and audiotaped Michael Stacpoole, a representative of Tuppence, giving Coghlan £2,000 in £50 notes on Platform 3 of London’s Victoria Station to leave the country.

Coghlan received £6,000 for her part in the newspaper sting and was initially reluctant to take part at all. Many journalists who worked on that story were convinced that she was telling the truth. Monica stood by her story until her death. In court Monica was in tears, distressed at the ordeal to which she was being subjected. Accused of lying by Robert Alexander QC, Monica replied: ‘He’s the liar…. Just because he’s got power and money…I might be a prostitute, but I’ve never harmed anybody, okay, I’ve just survived all my life. He knows that it’s him, he knows it’.

Monica stopped working as a prostitute after the trial and worked as a bingo caller, but Rochdale continued to associate her with prostitution and scandal. She later said that ‘Jeffrey Archer took everything away from me, I lost my home, my dignity, my self-respect, and any hope of a future’.

Whilst Justice Cocklecarrot, Tuppence and Mary were busy in Court, I was living in Leicester with Brown. I was still trying to get some answers out of the north Wales mental health services so I wrote constantly. I had become so frustrated at the threats, the harassment, the criminality and the obvious naked corruption that a lot of my letters contained satirical comments. I had been following Tuppence’s trial and in one of my letters to Alun Davies – one of the corrupt managers of the mental health services in north Wales – which I wrote shortly after the trial ended, I made a reference to Aziz Kurtha, who had commented that if one lies with dogs one will catch fleas. Many years later after my lawyer served a High Court injunction upon the North West Wales NHS Trust to force them to release my files which they had unlawfully witheld, I found copies of all the letters that I’d written, including the letter in which I referred to Tuppence’s trial and Aziz Kurtha. Guess what? Someone had underlined my comments about Tuppence’s trial and Aziz Kurtha’s evidence…I could find no reference as to who had done this or why they had done it, but it was very obvious. I of course did not receive a reply to my letter which was dealing with serious matters, but what had really bothered someone was my interest in the adventures of Tuppence and the man who had taken the evidence against him to the tabloids.

Without knowing that this had happened, because my letters about serious criminal misconduct were going unanswered at about this time I rang the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in an attempt to speak to Dafydd himself. I was being fed what were obvious lies by his secretary – ‘he’s not here’, ‘we don’t know where he is’, ‘we don’t know when he’ll next be here’ – and I got so fed up that I said ‘well tell him I’m speaking to a tabloid newspaper tomorrow’ and I put the phone down. Twenty minutes later the phone rang and Brown answered it – Brown handed me the phone saying ‘that worked a treat, it’s Jones…’

So it was!

Poor old Jones – he still couldn’t find it in him to answer my questions and investigate my complaint, all I got were more attempts at bribery and corruption…

Tuppence – do you know anything about any of this???

Although Tuppence and er indoors claimed they were a normal, happily-married couple at the time of the trial, according to the journalist Adam Raphael they were living largely separate lives. Lloyd Turner, the editor of the Daily Star, was sacked six weeks after the trial by the paper’s Chairman David Stevens. On 27 March 1987 – two months before the trial -Stevens had been given a peerage. Stevens sat as a Tory until 2004, then defected to UKIP.  Raphael found proof that Tuppence had perjured himself at the trial, but his superiors were unwilling to take the risk of a libel case. The News of the World later settled out of court with Tuppence, acknowledging they, too, had libelled him. David Montgomery, the former Editor of the News of the World, admitted to the Star libel jury that the story ‘implied’ that Tuppence had sex with Monica. 

Rupert Murdoch owned the News of the World. By the time that Tuppence was suing people for libel and Montgomery was admitted to libelling Tuppence when he hadn’t, Montgomery had been promoted by Murdoch to the post of Director of News (UK) Limited, a subsidiary of News International.

Tuppence’s mate Thatcher and Murdoch had a symbiotic relationship – Thatch passed laws enabling Murdoch to break the print unions and in return Murdoch ensured that Thatcher carried on winning elections. When Montgomery left Murdoch’s employment Murdoch became Chief Executive of Mirror Group plc, in the wake of Cap’n Bob going overboard. (Am I really the only person who believes that Cap’n Bob was not the sort of man to kill himself, even if he had stolen the pension fund and knew that he was about to be caught?) Not only was Montgomery related to the Lloyd George clan by marriage, but he was a big mate of Amanda Platell. Platell was William Hague’s Press Officer, 1999-01 – which covered the period of the publication of the Waterhouse Report when Hague anticipated being in need of as many friends in the media as possible. For details of Montgomery, Platell and Platell’s people, see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’

Lord Stevens Chaired United Newspapers for many years – the company was founded by David Lloyd George. In 1996, United Newspapers took over MAI, the consortium which formed Meridian Broadcasting in 1991 – in 1994 the company brought Anglia Television. By 1994 Mary Archer was a Director of Anglia Television. Mary was a non-executive Director of Mid Anglia Radio plc, 1988-95, which I think was also part of Meridian.

In 1988 Mary Archer joined the Council of Lloyds Insurance Company, becoming Chair of the Lloyds Hardship Committee the following year.

When Saddam Hussein suppressed Kurdish uprisings in 1991, Tuppence, along with the Red Cross, set up the charity Simple Truth, to fund raise for the Kurds. In May 1991, Tuppence organised a charity pop concert starring Rod Stewart, Paul Simon and Gloria Estafen, who all performed for free. Tuppence claimed that his charity had raised £57,042,000, though it was later revealed that only £3 million came from the Simple Truth concert and appeal. The rest was from aid projects sponsored by the British and other governments, with significant amounts pledged before the concert. The charity would later result in further controversy.

In Feb 1991 HM Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison. I was sitting in Springfield Hospital at the time facing serious charges as a result of the perjury of those in the north Wales mental health services.

By May 1991 allegations of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Thatcher’s Ministers were flying and had appeared in the London-based press. Police investigations were underway but repeatedly failed to find any evidence.

By May 1991 I had been hounded out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School, whose staff – along with the staff of Springfield Hospital the associated mental health unit – had colluded with the criminal activities of Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…). My best friend from school who knew what had happened to me in north Wales and had wanted to make a documentary about it had been unlawfully dismissed from her job at the Royal Television Society. Her husband worked at the BBC in London and was told that they would ensure that he ‘never worked in this town again’. Shortly after, he was transferred to Manchester and was then made redundant. Another of my housemates from my days at Bangor was gradually being forced out of his job with a pharmaceutical company in Kent.

At the same time I was fighting further battles with the north Wales mental health services as they repeatedly tried to imprison me – although their own lawyers and the MDU knew that they had perjured themselves (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’). By March 1991 I was back living near Bethesda – yet cases against me were being heard in London and on one occasion in the spring of 1991 I was even summoned to the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand.

On 7 May 1991 Yorkshire Television screened ‘The Secret Of Castle Hill’, a documentary about the abuse of children in a school in Shropshire for which the headmaster Ralph Morris was imprisoned (see post ‘The Mentor’). Yorkshire Television had originally planned to make a film about the abuse of children in north Wales and even filmed Alison Taylor in Sept 1989 for the documentary. In Feb 1990 Yorkshire Television abandoned the documentary about north Wales in favour of one about Castle Hill. Between June 1987-July 1990 Peter Morrison was Minister of Energy with responsibility for oil. Unbeknown to me, even though I was working in London at the time, in April 1989 Tony Francis, Lucille Hughes et al in collaboration with the Welsh Office and the Mental Health Act Commission were carrying out a plan to have me declared dangerous and incarcerated in a secure hospital. The plan’s grand finale took place in Oct 1989 when Dr Chris Hunter, a forensic psychiatrist of whom I had never heard let alone met, held a case conference about me in north Wales, declared me ‘extremely dangerous’ and offered everyone a court report about me – not that I was under arrest or facing any charges (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

On 30 May 1991 the Report into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal was published – this Report condemned the abuse of children which had occurred but went nowhere near to admitting the extent of the criminality involved or the number of people who colluded with it (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

On 15 March 1992 dawn raids were carried out on properties in the Wrexham area and 17 people were arrested, all of whom were former or serving staff of Bryn Estyn. Everyone arrested but four was released without charge by the end of the day. Police claimed that no evidence of child porn or a paedophile ring had been discovered. Of the four charged, only three were ever convicted – some three years later.

Having previously been rejected for a peerage, Tuppence finally became Lord Tuppence on 27 July 1992. On 9 April 1992, John Major won the General Election – the nation had a choice of three potential PMs, Major, Kinnock and Paddy Pantsdown, all of whom knew about Westminster figures abusing children and the carnage in north Wales as a result of silencing witnesses. Peter Morrison stood down as an MP at that election. Days later five witnesses to the paedophile ring which didn’t exist in north Wales were killed by a firebomb which was thrown into a flat in Brighton whilst they attended a party there (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Days later the man who had allegedly confessed to starting the blaze was killed when he was hit by a lorry on a quiet country road. One party goer who survived claimed that witnesses to the wrongdoing in north Wales were being murdered. He was later found dead after giving evidence against John Allen in court, days before he was due to receive a payment from the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board.

A whole batch of people received peerages in 1992 – including John Wakeham, Peter Morrison’s former boss – and virtually all of them had played a role in concealing the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

PM John Major recommended Tuppence for a peerage because of Tuppence’s role in aid to the Kurds. Tuppence and Major had been friends for some years. Major had been a junior Health Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t when the barrel of shit in north Wales was being concealed by Ken Clarke (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Major had worked in the DHSS as a Minister whilst Trumpers was a Health Minister, when Trumpers appointed Jimmy Savile to the management team of Broadmoor – although it was actually Trumpers’s colleague Edwina Currie who took the rap for it years later. Savile’s mate Alan Franey, the former Assistant General Manager of Leeds General Infirmary, was appointed CEO of Broadmoor. Whilst Savile was in post, two female patients killed themselves as a result of his abuse of them. During Major’s time at the DHSS, Brian McGinnis was the Whitehall mandarin responsible for mental health and high security hospitals – McGinnis was later banned from working with children (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

In a speech in Oct 1993 at the Conservative conference, Tuppence urged Home Secretary Michael Howard, to ‘Stand and deliver’, saying: ‘Michael, I am sick and tired of being told by old people that they are frightened to open the door, they’re frightened to go out at night, frightened to use the parks and byways where their parents and grandparents walked with freedom … We say to you: stand and deliver!’. Tuppence then attacked violent films and urged tougher prison conditions to prevent criminals from re-offending. He criticised the role of ‘ do-gooders’ and finished off the speech by denouncing the opposition party’s law and order policies. This was a time when Tuppence was actively seeking another front-line political role.

At the same conference John Major launched his Back to Basics campaign. If any of those old maids of whom Major was so fond had been cycling to church in the mist after having witnessed the wrongdoing of Dafydd they’d have been run over and killed in yet another uninvestigated hit and run.

In 1993 I was prosecuted at Bangor Magistrates Court for staring at a social worker, Jackie Brandt, in Safeways – the original allegations were that I had yelled and sworn at her, but once in the witness box Brandt started crying and admitted that she’d told a pack of lies. Brandt attempted to have me arrested on another two occasions as well and many years later when I was leaving a dentists in Bangor, Brandt’s husband started yelling and shaking his fist at me in front of a packed waiting room. There were never any investigations into Brandt or her husband but there were a lot of investigations into me.

Mary Wynch – who had some years previously successfully sued Dafydd and the Home Office after she was unlawfully arrested, imprisoned and then detained in the North Wales Hospital for a year – was stuffed over and ruined by Michael Howard and the Home Office in 1994 (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies was appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron had previously been an education advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst that Authority failed to act on complaints of school teacher John Owen sexually abusing his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). In Oct 1998 Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after he was caught with his trousers down in the company of a male prostitute called Boogie – just as Blair was about to inflict him on Wales as First Secretary (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). After Ron was exposed – so to speak – people came crawling out of corners in south Wales saying that he was a deeply unpleasant man and that his visits to gay massage parlours from which he returned ‘looking relaxed’ were common knowledge.

It was at the time that Ron became Shadow Secretary of State for Wales – his big break – that two witnesses to child abuse and criminality condoned by the authorities in north Wales had their lives wrecked as described in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’.

On Question Time in Jan 1994, Tuppence said that 18 should be the age of consent for gay sex, as opposed to 21, which it was at the time. Tuppence though was opposed to the age of consent for gay men being 16.

It was at this time that Robert Kilroy-Silk presented a debate regarding the age of consent for gay sex on his show. The most dreadful bunch of bigots had been invited on, including a Top Doctor who told a lot of lies – he came out with the old myth of ‘ooh you don’t find homosexuality in the animal kingdom’. Oh yes you do, I spent my teenaged years in Somerset marvelling at gay animals – in particular a lesbian sheepdog who belonged to a neighbouring farmer. That dog, called Lassie no less, was notorious and the teenaged boys in the area constantly obsessed about Lesbian Lassie. All rural kids come across gay animals so where this Top Doctor had been all his life I do not know. The one person who opposed the sea of bigotry was Edwina Currie who was also a guest. I wasn’t a fan of Edwina’s, but she was pretty good on that occasion. So I wrote to her – and I received an immediate reply. Which was a very much better response than whenever I wrote to anyone about the criminal conduct of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Guess what happened within a couple of weeks of me writing to Edwina and complimenting her on her Kilroy appearance? Dafydd was invited onto Kilroy as a guest! Just as the complaints rained down from livid, damaged patients about Dafydd – complaints which were never investigated – and the demands for a Public Inquiry into the alleged paedophile ring in north Wales grew louder and louder. Then Dafydd turned up repeatedly on the TV – the Vincent Kane Debates, on BBC Wales, on S4C, all providing Dafydd with free publicity (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Dafydd was a graduate of Liverpool University Medical School and had an extensive network on Merseyside, which went back years (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Kilroy-Silk had previously been a lecturer in Liverpool University and then a Labour MP on Merseyside. When Kilroy-Silk was an MP he was mates with John Golding, the then Labour MP for Newcastle-under-Lyme, a man who knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

In Jan 1994, in her capacity as a Director of Anglia Television, Mary attended a Directors’ meeting at which an impending takeover of Anglia Television by MAI, which owned Meridian Broadcasting, was discussed. The following day, Tuppence bought 50,000 shares in Anglia Television, acting on behalf of a friend, Broosk Saib. Shortly after this, it was announced publicly that Anglia Television would be taken over by MAI. As a result, the shares jumped in value, whereupon Tuppence sold them on behalf of his friend for a profit of £77,219. The arrangements that he made with the stockbrokers meant he did not have to pay at the time of buying the shares.

An inquiry was launched by the Stock Exchange into possible insider trading. The DTI, headed by Michael Heseltine, announced that Tuppence would not be prosecuted due to insufficient evidence. His solicitors – Tuppence was represented by Lord Mischon – admitted that Tuppence had made a mistake, but Tuppence later said that he had been exonerated.

Victor Mishcon was a member of the Wolfenden Committee on homosexual law reform in the 1950s. He was a Councillor for Lambeth throughout that Council’s various incarnations, 1945-67. Investigations into the organised abusive of children in the care of Lambeth found that there was endemic sexual abuse of children in care stretching back to the late 1940s which was known about by Councillors but ignored. Mishcon was given a peerage in 1978 by Jim Callaghan. Who, along with his Gov’t, had concealed the abuse of children in care in north Wales and elsewhere. Callaghan knew that George Thomas, a south Wales Labour MP who later became the Speaker of the House, was molesting children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Mishcon was the Labour Home Affairs Spokesman in the Lords, 1983-90 and Shadow Lord Chancellor, 1990-92. Obviously a good mate of Kinnock’s then! The Kinnock who, along with his wife, knew all about the abuses in north Wales – the Kinnock who was at university with Tony Francis… (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

Lord Mishcon’s company acted for Diana during her divorce from Charles.

Tuppence and Mary were now towering figures in Cambridgeshire society. In 1993, Mary was appointed a non-executive Director of Addenbrookes Hospital NHS Trust, a role in which she remained until 1999, when she became Vice-Chairman. She remained in that role until 2002, when she then became Chairman of Cambridge University Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust (incorporating Addenbrookes and Rosie Hospitals), a role she retained until 2012.

Mary and Tuppence knew the dreadful Baroness Trumpington – Trumpers -and her husband Alan Barker. Trumpers is an aristocrat of no ability who constantly screws up on a major scale but made it into the Lords and then into Ministerial office as a result of her friendships with the rich and powerful, as well as all the shit that she had on them. Trumpers is about the only survivor of the Cliveden Set – she was a regular there along with the Russian spies, the call girls and the Royal Family (see posts ’95 Glorious Years’ and ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Trumpers began her political career in the Cambridge Tory Party and was well established there by the time that Tuppence and Mary began their social climb. Trumpers was involved with Addenbrookes alongside Mary. Trumpers’s husband had been Douglas Hurd’s tutor at Eton and Trumpers was given a Gov’t post as a result of this – a post in which Trumpers cocked up and caused offence. Trumpers herself has been honest enough to admit that she owes her whole political career to her friend Thatcher, who elevated her to the peerage although the only real job that Trumpers had previously held was that of a shop assistant in Peter Jones decades previously – from which she was sacked after colluding with someone who regularly relieved the shop of expensive goodies.

Trumpers involved herself with criminal justice and the welfare of vulnerable people including single mothers, children and psychiatric patients. It was Trumpers who as a junior Health Minister gave Jimmy Savile his job on the management Board of Broadmoor. Keith Laverack, a senior manager of Cambridgeshire Social Services, went to prison for child abuse in 1997 (see post ‘The Mentor’). Trumpers sat on Social Services Committees when she was based in Cambridge. For details of Trumpers’s background and the shameless nepotism and concealing of wrongdoing which resulted in her elevation to high office, see post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

 

In 1999 the affair that Tuppence had with actress Sally Farmiloe became public and in July 2001 the Indie published allegations that Tuppence and his wife had always had an open marriage.

In 1999 – once the Waterhouse Inquiry had finished hearing evidence from the witnesses who, if they were former kids in care in north Wales were aggressively cross-examined by barristers acting for the people who had abused them and the institutions which spent years concealing the abuse, called liars and trashed in every way possible – Tuppence had been selected by the Conservative Party as candidate for the London Mayoral Election of 2000.  Tuppence had the support of Thatcher, Major and Hague. Hague – who when he was Secretary of State for Wales had orchestrated the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry – described Tuppence as a man of ‘probity and integrity’. Eight Conservative ex-Cabinet Ministers who had been in office during the Thatcher and Major Governments wrote to The Daily Telegraph in support of Tuppence’s candidature.

However, on 21 Nov 1999 the News Of The World published allegations made by Ted Francis, a former friend of Tuppence’s, that Tuppence had committed perjury in his 1987 libel case. Tuppence withdrew his candidature the following day. After the allegations, Tuppence was disowned by his party. Conservative leader Hague explained: ‘This is the end of politics for Jeffrey Archer. I will not tolerate such behaviour in my party.’  On 4 Feb 2000, Tuppence was expelled from the party for five years.

On 9 Feb 2000 the Waterhouse Report was submitted to Paul Murphy, the Secretary of State for Wales, who told everyone that he was ever so grateful that the truth had been revealed and that no cover-up had taken place. Although one hell of a cover-up had taken place and all the witnesses knew this, just to be on the safe side Alun Michael – the First Secretary who had been imposed on Wales by Tony Blair lest anyone chose Rhodri Morgan – resigned immediately that the Report was handed in anyway.

In Sept 2000, Tuppence was charged with perjury and perverting the course of justice during the 1987 libel trial. Ted Francis was charged with perverting the course of justice. Simultaneously, Tuppence starred in a production of his own courtroom play staged at London’s Theatre Royal Haymarket.

The perjury trial began on 30 May 2001. Monica Coghlan had died on 27 April 2001. On 26 April 2001, drug addict Gary Day crashed a stolen Jaguar S-type into Coghlan’s Ford Fiesta outside Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. Day, 32, had robbed a pharmacy for drugs, then hijacked two cars using a fake pistol: first a Peugeot taxi, which he crashed into a parked Land Rover, then the Jaguar from a motorist who had stopped at the first crash scene to help. Coghlan’s car was catapulted over a wall. She lay in the wreck for an hour and had to be cut out of the wreckage through the car roof. She died from her injuries the next day in a hospital in Leeds, aged 50. Day admitted manslaughter and was sentenced to life imprisonment at Bradford Court by Judge Norman Jones on 6 July 2001. Ben Crosland was Counsel for the defence.

There had been previous allegations that Gary Day had been trying to get himself back in prison. He had convictions going back to 1980 and told police that he had never passed a driving test.

The beauty of a fatal accident caused by a ne’er do well with drug problems and a terrible criminal record is that no-one asks too many questions, even when the fatality is a key witness in a forthcoming high profile trial in which Tuppence will be in the dock and who died after the crash in a hospital in a region in which Jimmy Savile and his mates ran the NHS.

Furthermore if the fatality is someone like Monica who has had a hard life, brushes with the law and can be dismissed as ‘that type of person’, the death is just attributed to her ‘lifestyle’. This was the explanation given for every death of a former child in care or psych patient in north Wales – every one of whom had evidence of very serious wrongdoing by the professional middle classes and sometimes politicians and celebs. What people missed was that once someone fell into the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, they were fitted up for offences, hounded out of jobs and often made homeless. When I first encountered Dafydd I was a postgraduate student who had never been in trouble with the law in my life. Within three years Alun Davies referred to ‘your type’ when he spoke to me – well yes, I’d been illegally imprisoned in psychiatric hospitals twice, fitted up for crimes that I hadn’t committed, forced out of my job and someone had made a number of attempts to set fire to my house.

As a result of the activities of the paedophile gang of which Peter Morrison was a member, I gained a great deal of knowledge about my type. And I know exactly why so many of them ended up in prison or dead. And Fatty Davies might be interested to know that it was unrelated to their genes, to their intelligence, lack of formal education or indeed long term mental health problems. It was because they were being killed to stop them talking.

You Fatty were a thick as pigshit NHS clerk from George Thomas’s part of the world who ended up landing jobs that you could not do and should never have been given because you were involved in serious organised crime. I am delighted that you do not categorise me as being of your type, I’ll stick with my type thanks and I’ll carry on blogging about what you did to us.

Three people in my circle who were witness to the criminality in north Wales were killed in car crashes. The first one was my house mate at university who was killed in 1985 whilst she was driving along a country lane in Shropshire. A car travelling on Anne’s side of the road went straight into her. Anne was killed and her former boyfriend Geoff who was a passenger was left brain damaged and paralysed. The man who smashed into Anne escaped with a broken arm. He was never prosecuted and there was no investigation. Anne died after Dr DGE Wood yelled at me to leave north Wales and forget about everything that had happened there. Just before that, Wood told me that he always knew Anne’s car when he saw it because it was a white beetle with transfers of black choughs on the doors. We lived near the same village as Wood.

The second person was killed in 1995 when he was hit by a car near Bethesda when he was walking along a road one evening. This young man was witness to Gwynedd Social Services, the North Wales Police, a Gwynedd County Councillor, the mental health services, the North Wales Housing Association and the Bethesda GPs colluding to conceal a number of cases of child sexual abuse being perpetrated by different members of the same family as well as the removal of a baby from the care of his father who was another witness to the abuse – on the basis of false allegations of abuse. The full details of this story can be read in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’.

The third person was the adult son of a former neighbour of mine near Bethesda who knew the details of the same case. He crashed his lorry one evening – no other vehicles were involved, he was known to be a safe and competent driver and the accident was attributed to heavy rain. The dead man also had knowledge of a people trafficking racket which his own brother had been involved with.

Shortly after Brown’s brother accompanied me on a visit to the North Wales Hospital where as ever Dafydd wasn’t available and no-one knew when he would be, Brown’s brother was hitching outside a motorway service station when a car with young men in whom he did not recognise drove straight at him. He literally jumped into a bush next to him which saved his life. He later emigrated after another few attempts were made on his life.

Not that one has to be dispossessed to find oneself in a fatal car accident about which questions are never answered. It can even happen to a Princess who’s been staying at the Paris Ritz and whose chauffeur-driven car meets a white Fiat Uno whilst travelling through a tunnel at a high speed. The coroner who conducted the final inquest on Di and Dodi to stop all the bellyaching once and for all was Lord Thomas Scott Baker. It was the first inquest that Thomas Scott Baker had ever done – there’s nothing like beginning at the top is there. Scott Baker had spent many enjoyable years working as a judge in the family courts and in 1995 imprisoned Susan Brooke, one of Dafydd’s victims, in a case that raised so many questions that only Dafydd could have been at the centre of it (see posts ‘So Whose Path Had Susan Brooke Crossed?’,’More On The Susan Brooke Case’ and ‘Update On The Cases of Susan Brooke And Sara Thornton’).

Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary spent a lifetime at Buck House as a Lady-in-Waiting to HM Lilibet.

 

Ted Francis claimed that Tuppence had asked him to provide a false alibi for the night that Tuppence was alleged to have been with Monica Coghlan. Angela Peppiatt, Tuppence’s former personal assistant, also claimed Tuppence had fabricated an alibi in the 1987 trial. Peppiatt had kept a diary of Tuppence’s movements, which contradicted evidence given during the 1987 trial. Andrina Colquhoun, Tuppence’s former mistress, confirmed that they had been having an affair in the 1980s, thus contradicting the claim that he and Mary Archer had been ‘happily married’ at the time of the trial.

Tuppence never spoke during the trial, though his wife Mary again gave evidence as she had done during the 1987 trial. On 19 July 2001, Tuppence was found guilty of perjury and perverting the course of justice at the 1987 trial. He was sentenced to four years’ imprisonment by Mr Justice Potts. Ted Francis was found not guilty. Prominent journalists admitted to having accepted Tuppence’s hospitality after he was convicted.

Those who were named as having attended Tuppence’s parties included Thatch, Major, Tebs, Ken Clarke, Andrew Rawnsley and Simon Hoggart.  Guests were described as ‘politicians, editors, political editors’ and others including celebs and archbishops even. No-one admitted to remembering seeing Peter Morrison at Tuppence’s knees-ups, but as Morrison dined regularly with Thatch and her family, I can’t imagine that Tuppence would have forgotten to send him an invitation.

Robin Oakley, the BBC’s Political Editor, went on holiday with Tuppence.

Colquhoun’s and Peppiatt’s evidence at Tuppence’s Old Bailey trial made it quite clear that Tuppence and Mary really did not experience the sort of domestic bliss that Justice Cocklecarrot conjured up in 1987 as he spluttered about green leatherette suits.

Andrina Colquhoun was Tuppence’s mistress for eight years. Colquhoun was raised amid the aristocracy, trained as a fashion photographer, appeared in gossip columns and is said to have attended 300 parties in her debutante year. On the night that Lord Lucan disappeared, Colquhoun was waiting for him at the Clermont Club. They had been due to dine together. In police interviews she insisted they were not lovers; she said she did not want to become involved with a married man with children. This was not something with which she concerned herself when she met Tuppence in 1979, while working for Terence Conran as his PA.

According to Angela Peppiatt – who I will come to shortly – she was his ‘live-in London person’, one half of the double life that saw him in London Monday to Friday before returning to Mary at Grantchester at weekends. In 1982 Tuppence appointed Colquhoun as his PA in response to rumblings in the gossip columns.

In 1984, when promotion to Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party beckoned, Tuppence dumped Colquhoun, saying he needed to ‘tidy up his life’. He gave her his BMW and number plate, ANY 1 – and then went back on his word to Mary and Thatch by continuing to see her.

In 1999, when news broke of Ted Francis’ false alibi Colquhoun was ‘horrified’ to find herself at the centre of the storm. She was by then married to Robert Waddington whom she met in 1985 while the affair with Tuppence was in full swing.

Ted Francis said his alibi was intended to conceal a Tuppence dinner with Colquhoun from Mary. In his resignation statement Tuppence said he had been with a female friend, ‘whose identity is known to the News of the World’. Andrina was named in all the papers the next day.

At the Old Bailey Andrina said she had been in Greece with Waddington when Tuppence said he was with her.

Angela Peppiatt was Tuppence’s PA before and during the 1987 libel action against the Star. Peppiatt was deeply entwined in the conspiracy that Tuppence hatched to win the case, but for 14 years she kept silent about the lies and deceptions she had carried out on his behalf. When police investigating Ted Francis’ allegations approached her in Dec 1999 she fessed up. Peppiatt was the key prosecution witness.

 Peppiatt was hired by Tuppence in 1985. Tuppence was a busy bee with politics and novels, property and theatrical interests, a wife, a mistress and other girlfriends. Peppiatt ran Tuppence’s diary, organised other staff, paid bills from a ‘picnic basket’ of signed chequebooks, wined and dined political and business contacts, bought presents for his girlfriends and lied on his behalf to his mistress and his wife.

She helped Tuppence manufacture trial statements by researching TV schedules so he could pretend he was at home watching TV when he wasn’t, and organised payments to Stacpoole, who was banished to Paris during the 1987 libel action. Peppiatt maintained that: ‘You don’t say no to Jeffrey. You’re either part of his team, or you’re out.’ Tuppence turned to Peppiatt when he decided to forge a diary when he was under pressure to produce one. However, Tuppence was unaware that Peppiatt took copies of the forged documents and wrote a statement detailing her actions. She also kept other documents.

Peppiatt enjoyed a generous salary and expenses and wrote out a £10,000 bonus for herself six months after she forged the diary. She claimed to be ‘deeply ashamed’ in court. Tuppence and his accountants knew what she was doing and tolerated it. But in the winter of 1987 Tuppence stopped her bonus, salary and expenses cheques and accused her of spending money on gifts for herself. Peppiatt quit the job.

Following Tuppence’s conviction, a number of people asked why Mary wasn’t facing perjury charges as well. It can only have been because Justice Cocklecarrot fancied a bit of that and anyway folk like Mary don’t go to prison even if once in a blue moon their husbands do. If Mary had have gone to prison, she would have been in danger of being visited by her mate Trumpers, who was a prison visitor.

Tuppence was initially sent to Belmarsh, a Category A prison, but was moved to Wayland, a Category C prison in Norfolk on 9 Aug 2001. Despite automatically qualifying as a category  D prisoner given it was a first conviction and he did not pose serious risk of harm to the public, his status as a category D prisoner was suspended pending a police investigation into his Kurdish charity. Tuppence was transferred to  the open prison North Sea Camp in Oct 2001. From there he was let out to work at the Theatre Royal in Lincoln and allowed occasional home visits.

Media reports claimed he had been abusing this privilege by attending lunches with friends, including former Education Secretary Gillian Shephard. In September 2002 Tuppence was transferred to a Category B prison, Lincoln. After three weeks, he was moved to the Category D Hollesley Bay in Suffolk.

During his imprisonment, Tuppence was visited by a number of high-profile friends, including actor Donald Sinden and Barry Humphries aka Dame Edna. On 9 Oct 2012, Donald Sinden celebrated his 89th birthday and his retirement after 30 years as President of the Royal Theatrical Fund with a celebration lunch for 350 guests at the Park Lane Hotel, London. Tuppence conducted the charity auction and a tribute letter from HM Queen Lilibet was read out. Julian Fellowes delivered a speech. Sinden’s funeral in 2014 was attended by Judi Dench, who is Patron of the St James’s Singers, the choir of which Robert Bluglass and his wife are members. Tuppence read the eulogy. Sinden had been a member of the Garrick since 1960.

In Oct 2002, Tuppence repaid the Daily Star the £500,000 damages he had received in 1987, as well as legal costs and interest of £1.3 million. 

On 21 July 2003, Tuppence was released on licence from Hollesley Bay after serving half of his sentence. He remained a peer, there being no legal provision through which his title or indeed he could be removed. Tuppence also retained membership of the Lords, which did not then have the power to expel members.

When Tuppence was released on licence, I was on bail for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ after I’d told his secretary that he was a fat idiot. Davies told anyone who would listen that I would be receiving a 7 year prison sentence. It all kicked off in 2002 and the case circulated around the north Wales courts for nearly two years and resulted from numerous mental health staff in north Wales lying in police statements. The case collapsed on the first day of the trial when the prosecution withdrew the allegations and accepted that I had indeed simply told Davies’s secretary that he was a fat idiot. There was no investigation into anyone for conspiracy to pervert the course of justice. I was told later that the prosecution changed their mind about putting me on trial after a member of staff at the Hergest Unit came forward with evidence that they had witnessed the plan to frame me and stated that if the trial went ahead they would go public on the abuse of patients at the Hergest Unit.

Huw Daniel, the Presiding judge, was clearly livid when the threats to kill charge was dropped and roared and bellowed his way through the rest of the hearing. Daniel sentenced me to more than 100 hours of community service and issued a legally invalid court order banning me from NHS premises in Gwynedd. He also claimed that Alun Davies and his family were ‘victims’ of mine. I only even knew that Davies had a family because of allegations circulating around north Wales that Davies was securing his relatives positions in the regional NHS through nepotism. For details see posts ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’ and ‘Behind The Scenes Regarding Those Legal Happenings’.

Whilst on community service I met a few more people who had been fitted up and heard much about the wrongdoing of Huw Daniel, as well as about a solicitor in Caernarfon whom it was alleged was abusing children with the full knowledge of the police and the rest of the legal profession (see post ‘Discussions On The Minibus – And A Revealing Letter’).

Years later, I discovered that after the court case, someone had unlawfully amended the PNC and recorded a conviction of ‘violent disorder’ against me. A certificate of indictment had also been forged by someone in Chester Court stating that I had pleaded guilty to this offence. I wrote to the North Wales Police legal services division more than a year ago about this but nothing has been resolved. Although I had no idea that my criminal record had been forged, Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust knew all about it years ago, but Martin hasn’t told me HOW he knew about it.

In March 1997 there was a trial of a paedophile ring underway at Chester Crown Court. One of those later imprisoned was Keith Laverack, a senior manager for Cambridgeshire Social Services. The Presiding Judge lifted reporting restrictions despite police concerns that this would threaten the rest of the investigation (see post ‘The Mentor’). That judge was Huw Daniel.

As Samantha Fox might have said in 1984, ‘ere what is it with Huw Daniel ‘elping paedophiles?’

Would you like to tell us Huw?

Huw Daniel was the prosecuting Counsel in the 1985 case of the Rev Emyr Owen – a Minister from Tywyn, who was both gay and a bit more honest than this bunch of shites – when Emyr was framed and imprisoned for a series of offences involving the penises of corpses for which there was absolutely no evidence and which would have been a physiological impossibility anyway (see posts ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’ and ‘Updates, Common Themes And News, May 5 2017′).

After a lifetime of service on the endemically corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, Huw Daniel was appointed Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd! In this capacity, Huw Daniel organised a lunch for HM Lilibet when she visited Gwynedd a few years ago. Daniel booked the Management Centre at Bangor University for the occasion and one of my friends was working there at the time. He told me that Daniel was the most ridiculous bully and boar and that he was constantly on the phone blustering at them all. Huw – not only did I hear all about it, but you were a source of entertainment because whilst you were organising HM Lilibet’s lunch, my office in a neighbouring building was decorated with newspaper headlines, satirical photos etc of YOU!!!

After Lilibet’s visit, a number of ignoramuses of that parish complained bitterly that the University authorities had not made more of Lilibet parking her bum in the Management Centre for 60 mins whilst she was on her way  to the main event in Llandudno and how disgusting it was that the VC had not participated in the ritual photocall. I wondered if it was at all related to the fact that Gwynedd’s biggest paedophiles’ friend was accompanying her whilst dressed up like General Pinochet. You fucking fool Daniel, half of Bangor University knew about you trying to fit me up on behalf of a paedophile gang.

Let’s hear it for the British judiciary!

Huw Daniel’s father was J.E. Daniel, theologian and preacher, a legend in his own lunchtime, or at least that lunchtime which his son shared with Lilibet. J.E. Daniel became Chairman of Plaid Cymru 1939, holding the position until 1943. In 1946, Daniel was appointed as an inspector of schools, with special responsibility for classics and religious education. Now that would have been an interesting job at a time when a whole host of religious leaders were concealing child abuse in a region with one hell of a problem in that sphere. J.E. Daniel died as the result of a road accident in Flintshire in Feb 1962.

CRASH! Although how that was managed I don’t know, J. E. Daniel would have been about the only man with a car on the road at that time…

J. E. Daniel was an academic at the Bala Theological College. The father of Alun Ffred – former AM for Caernarfon (later renamed Arfon) and at present Chairman of Plaid – and Dafydd Iwan was associated with Bala Theological College. Dafydd Iwan is the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and was President of Plaid, 2003-08. Dafydd Iwan is famed for his folk songs. Offerings include ‘Carlo’, a derogatory ditty about Prince Charles written to celebrate the Investiture in 1969, ‘Saesneg yn Esensial’, a satire on the English language being prioritised above Welsh and ‘Ciosg Talysarn’, a number about the phone box in Talysarn which was reputed to be bugged by MI5. Ever the freedom fighter, Dafydd Iwan also wrote a tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones!

I have explained in previous posts how it has now been admitted that the security services were concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well as Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s part in it. All phone boxes were being bugged in north Wales – including the one at Rachub, which was used by me to keep Brown etc updated on what was happening to me and by another resident of that village to repeatedly make representation to Gwynedd Health Authority, to the North Wales Police and to Crimestoppers, about the criminal activities of Dafydd Alun Jones but whose pleas for help were ignored.

On one of the many occasions that I found myself in the cells at Bangor Police Station after having been arrested upon the demands of the paedophile gang, the cells were packed after a near riot had occurred in Bangor. The aggro was because a folk singer had been arrested after the police planted an incendiary device on his property. Initial rumours named Dafydd Iwan as being the man who was fitted up by the British state. It was actually Bryn Fon.

Why would the British state have ever wanted Dafydd Iwan taken out of action?

 

While in prison, Tuppence wrote a three volume memoir. His prison term also served as inspiration for nine short stories.

In July 2001, shortly after Tuppence was jailed for perjury, Scotland Yard began investigating allegations that millions of pounds had disappeared from his Kurdish charity. In 1991, Tuppence had claimed to have raised £57,042,000. In 1992, the Kurdish Disaster Fund had written to Tuppence complaining: ‘You must be concerned that the Kurdish refugees have seen hardly any of the huge sums raised in the west in their name’. Kurdish groups claimed little more than £250,000 had been received by groups in Iraq.

The British Red Cross commissioned  a KPMG audit which showed that no donations were handled by Tuppence and any misappropriation was ‘unlikely’. Thank God for that, or Tuppence and the Red Cross could have been in trouble there. Nonetheless KPMG could find no evidence to support Tuppence’s claims to have raised £31.5 million from overseas governments. The police said that they would launch a ‘preliminary assessment of the facts’ from the audit but were not investigating the Simple Truth fund.

In 2004, the Gov’t of Equatorial Guinea alleged that Tuppence was one of the financiers of the failed 2004 coup against it, citing bank details and telephone records as evidence. In 2009, Tuppence said: ‘I am completely relaxed about it. Mr Mann [Simon Mann, the English mercenary leader of the coup] has made clear that it’s nothing to do with me.’ In 2011, Mann, who was jailed in Equatorial Guinea for his role in leading the failed 2004 coup but was released on humanitarian grounds in 2009, told The Daily Telegraph that his forthcoming book, ‘Cry Havoc’, would reveal ‘the financial involvement of a controversial and internationally famous member of the British House of Lords in the plot, backed up by banking records.’ Mann claimed that documents from the bank accounts in Guernsey of two companies Mann used as vehicles for organising the coup, showed a ‘J H Archer’ paying $135,000 into one of the firms.

Mann was forced to remove some of the text from his book by his publisher, but he did speak to the Guardian about the coup attempt in 2013. Another person involved with that attempted coup was a man known to his friends as Stinker – Sir Mark Thatcher. Stinker had financed the helicopters that were to be used in the overthrow attempt – he was convicted in a South African court, fined $500,000 and given a 4 year suspended prison sentence. Simon Mann maintained that not only did Stinker play a much bigger part in the attempted coup than Stinker ever admitted but Stinker’s mother was right behind the plan. Mann maintains that he went to visit Thatch at her house in Belgravia and she likened the planned coup to the development of the Docklands in the 1980s – everything and everyone had to go. Mann also claimed that Thatch was trying to persuade he and Stinker to support a plan to overthrow Hugo Chavez.

 

In Feb 2006, on Andrew Marr’s Sunday AM TV programme, Tuppence said that he had no interest in returning to front-line politics and would pursue his writing instead.

Since 2010 Tuppence has written the first draft of each new book at his villa in Majorca.

Between 2005 and 2008, Mary led a pioneering NHS-funded initiative to create patient decision aids for patients with localised prostate cancer (or BPH). She was founder director of Cambridge University Health Partners, 2009–2012 and was Deputy Chairman of ACT (Addenbrooke’s Charitable Trust) from 1997-2015. She is currently leading a group to create an online PDA and information/advice for bladder cancer patients in Addenbrooke’s Hospital and across the Anglia Cancer Network.

Mary became Dame Mary in the 2012 Birthday Honours for services to the NHS.

In late 2013, Tuppence was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He underwent a successful operation to remove his prostate in Dec 2013 at Addenbrooke’s Hospital, Cambridge, and subsequently made a full recovery. In 2010, his wife, Mary, had been diagnosed with bladder cancer and in 2011 Mary had her bladder removed. She appears to have made a full recovery.

Mary is Chair of Imperial College Health Partners’ Expert Advisory Board, and a Trustee of the UK Stem Cell Foundation. In 2014 she joined Hydrodec Group plc as a non-executive Director. She remains a fellow of Newnham College, Cambridge and is a visiting Professor at Imperial College, London. She has been an honorary fellow at St Anne’s College, Oxford since 2013. She serves on the DTI’s energy advisory group and a Committee to ‘promote science’.

Shortly after I wrote my recent blog post about the fraud that I witnessed whilst I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign and how I recently discovered that my work has appeared with Professor Nicola Curtin’s name on it, a lady at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School of whom I had never heard until a few days ago and who most definitely was not part of the project that it is claimed that she worked with me on (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK), Tuppence and Mary appeared in the Mail Online. Tuppence explained how important it is for men to Get Tested and that he had no symptoms of prostate cancer at all but he Got Tested and bugger me, he found that his PSA levels were through the roof, so he’s had his prostate removed and he’s thankful for that.

When I read this my first thought was that Mary had wreaked a Terrible Revenge upon Tuppence – it was Mary who ordered Tuppence to Get Tested and if Tuppence has had his prostate removed he’ll be impotent and doubly incontinent. That’s worth putting up with if you really do have cancer, but Mary Archer will know that there is great concern over the PSA test, because it is throwing up a lot of false positives. It has been admitted that men with benign prostatic hypertrophy – which affects nearly all men as they get older – have been told that they had cancer when they didn’t and have been given needless surgery which has done damage.

But another thought has occurred to me.

Mary is involved with Imperial College. Those people whom I witnessed participating in research fraud and misconduct at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School/CRC are now leading lights at Imperial College and in cancer research (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ described what I believe was a major research fraud committed by the late Dame Julia Polak – who worked at Hammersmith and then at Imperial. Polak was the person with the worst reputation at Hammersmith in terms of dishonesty, ruthlessness and plagiarism. Polak subsequently became famous as a result of what I believe was a massive fraud and established a huge charity on the basis of it all.

Mary is leading prostate cancer initiatives.

Tuppence has lied and lied throughout his career – he went to prison because he lied in court. It was later demonstrated that Mary knew that Tuppence was lying when she backed him up and people were curious as to how Mary had avoided a charge of perjury herself. Tuppence and Mary will say pretty much anything if they will benefit from it.

Has Tuppence REALLY had his prostate removed? Has Mary even had her bladder removed as claimed? They both seem to have made miraculous recoveries, as did dear old Dame Julia. I think more questions should be asked about Tuppence and Mary’s miracle cures and their outstanding NHS treatment at a time when the NHS was demonstrated to be a very flawed beast – particularly as the medical miracles were such good adverts for Mary’s career.

Has she elegance? Has she fragrance? Mary might not be clad in a green leatherette suit, but it was the lady in green leatherette who was telling the truth in 1987.

CRASH! There’s one problem solved.

 

 

BBC News Online has recently reported on the Australian migrant children and how there ‘demands for justice’ for them and requests that they be paid compensation. Last century large numbers of disadvantaged kids from the UK – frequently from inner London, but from other places as well – were removed from their families and sent to Australia, often simply because they were in serious poverty. Their parents were told of the wonderful new life that their children would have in Australia – this was still happening in the 1970s, but people stress that it happened ‘in the 1950s’. Numerous kids were abused sexually and physically in their new ‘homes’ in Australia. The authorities in the UK knew that this was happening but kept a firm lid on it until very recently. Once the abusers had all died. Now what does that remind me of?

‘Justice and compensation for the victims.’ How can there be justice when the crimes have been committed and were committed with the knowledge of the British state? Compensation? Most of the folk involved are now elderly. What are they supposed to spend the compensation on – a good funeral, Kray-like with posh horses whose manes have been plaited pulling a grand coach containing the coffin?

Professor Alex Jay is determined to get to the truth. So that’s why Dame Mary is sitting on a Gov’t Committee ‘promoting science’, why my friends are dead and why I have a forged criminal record which no-one will investigate.

 

Now that I have blogged even more about the way in which people in Westminster destroyed Wales, I’ll just repeat something that Johnny Rotten said as he appeared on stage at the Brixton Academy back in the 1970s:

‘Hello London – how the fuck are you?’

Don’t even tempt me to take a leaf out of the book of Sid Vicious a la that film clip of him gunning down the crowd and leaving behind screaming chaos as he departed…

Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK

The day before yesterday Brave Tessa Jowell made an appearance in the Lords and gave ‘an emotional speech’ about her journey with ‘brain cancer’. Theresa May turned up to give Tessa a ‘warm hug’ on camera and spout on about Tessa being ‘inspirational’ (what else could Tessa possibly be?). Media reports stressed that Theresa and Tessa had sunk their political differences for the occasion. If only they had sunk their political difference decades ago when Tessa worked as a childcare officer for Lambeth Borough Council (whilst a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s homes of that Council) and then as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley, where the victims of and witnesses to the Lambeth paedophile ring were abused all over again and whilst Theresa was sitting as a Councillor in Merton, keeping quiet about the paedophile ring which was being facilitated on her patch by St George’s Hospital Medical School. The paedophile gang operating in Lambeth and the one being facilitated by St George’s were both connected to Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales.

These two inspirational women were met with a round of applause from the House! But then so was Greville Janner when he appeared in the Commons after having been arrested, questioned about abusing children in Leicestershire and then released without charge.

Theresa and Tessa have put their heads together and are Campaigning after they discovered that ‘brain cancer’ has a very low survival rate. I have stressed previously on this blog that one possible reason for this is the rampant research fraud that has existed for a very long time in cancer research – I witnessed it when I worked for the CRC (Cancer Research Campaign) in 1987 (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). ‘Breakthroughs’ are claimed which are no such thing – but if the researchers maintain that a breakthrough has been made, the purse strings of funding bodies will be loosened. Drugs are ruthlessly marketed which may not be much better than others already available and data is manipulated or sometimes just fabricated. I am not suggesting that no advances are ever made – the treatment of childhood leukaemia was revolutionised and what was once usually fatal now has a much better prognosis. But cancer research is absolutely not about dedicated geniuses selflessly working for the greater good, although no-one is told that when pink ribbons and yellow daffodils are sported or women are running races for charity wearing pink bras.

My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ discussed the misconduct and malpractice at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School evident in the mid-1980s and my post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ discussed what I believe was a major fraud perpetrated years later by Dame Julia Polak, who was the person with the worst reputation for dishonesty and ruthlessness when I was at Hammersmith. Hammersmith/RPMS was considered to be one the leading institutions for cancer research at the time and is now part of the grand and indeed grandiose Imperial College – another world leader in terms of medical research. The Dean of RPMS (Royal Postgraduate Medical School) when much skulduggery was happening was Prof Nicholas Wright. Nick Wright later became Sir Nicholas, Deputy Principal of the Imperial College School of Medicine in 1998. He was appointed as Warden of Barts and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry in 2001. He is also Head of the Histopathology Unit at CR UK (Cancer Research (UK) Ltd).

Nick Wright began his career at Durham University and Newcastle-Upon-Tyne School of Medicine – which was where some of those who joined Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales had worked previously (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). The appalling Lord John Walton who really was Mr Newcastle Medical School provided a highly effective umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophile gang for many years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

In the late 1980s there was someone working in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University – unfortunately I cannot remember his name – who was a good friend of Nick Wright’s and whose research into lung cancer was funded by the tobacco industry. This man assured me that the source of his funding would not allow him to be influenced at all, but considering what his friends at Hammersmith/RPMS were doing whilst funded by organisations with far fewer reasons to influence research outcomes, I didn’t quite believe everything that this man told me.

Four years after I left St George’s Hospital Medical School Malcolm Pearce, my former boss, was struck off for committing what is now described as the biggest medical research fraud in history. The Head of Dept Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain was involved as well and his name was on the paper but he did not face any disciplinary action at all – although the scandal was said to have cost Chamberlain a knighthood and he had to resign as President of the Royal College of Obstetrics and Gynaecologists (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). I have spent many years wondering why Pearce was thrown to the wolves whilst Chamberlain’s bacon was saved. I thought that the most likely explanation was that Malcolm had fallen out with his colleagues – that is virtually the only factor that leads to a Top Doctor being struck off. Furthermore Chamberlain was in a more powerful position and had a more powerful network.

A suggestion has been made to me however that Chamberlain may have had assistance from an unlikely quarter. There used to be someone working for Chamberlain in the fertility lab at St George’s called Deb Everard. She was massively problematic, abusive to other staff and patients and there were many demands from numerous people for her dismissal. Chamberlain protected her through thick and thin and Everard used to boast about this. There was an attempt to discipline her but she used the full force of the MSF union – which was ironic because Everard was a Tory Councillor on Edmonton Council and spent much of her time as a Councillor complaining about the unions protecting the jobs of the labouring classes in Edmonton. MSF saved her neck, although they hated her and she hated them. Everard then had a relationship with a union boss from another part of London and they had a baby together. I didn’t know this man, I only ever glimpsed him a couple of times, but I knew the MSF reps in St George’s and I knew that they were corrupt and concealing serious wrongdoing in the hospital. They will have known that the institution was colluding with serious organised crime, including child abuse and drug offences.

The Pearce-Chamberlain scandal blew up in 1993. At the same time as the allegations that a paedophile ring involving high profile politicians was operating in north Wales. John Major was in Gov’t and was busting a gut to conceal it all. There were a lot of Tory consultants at St George’s, but Chamberlain wasn’t one of them. I don’t know whether Chamberlain was a Labour supporter or one of Dr Death’s followers like David Hole – the corrupt MSF rep who worked for Chamberlain – but Chamberlain used to take the piss out of his Tory colleagues and comment that it wasn’t possible to be a gentleman and a Tory. Chamberlain was friendly with Wendy Savage who was definitely a Labour supporter.  Chamberlain was the sort of elite pinko Top Doctor that the Tories really didn’t like and there won’t have been any shortage of people wanting to throw him to the wolves along with Pearce. I’m wondering if Deb Everard repaid Chamberlain for his many years of protection and used her Tory connections to save him? It would be quite easy to do – I was screwed over whilst working at St George’s because I kept raising concerns about what was happening in north Wales. The wrongdoing that was being concealed was so serious and involved at least one Tory MP – Sir Peter Morrison – abusing children, so John Major wouldn’t have to be persuaded too hard to save Chamberlain in return for the lid being kept on that. Morrison was also a friend of Thatcher and his sister was Lady-in-Waiting to HM the Queen. A great many people pushed the boat out on many occasions to keep Morrison out of the courts.

The Secretary of State for Health in 1993 was Virginia Bottomley – a former psychiatric social worker and the mother of a junior doctor. The Secretary of State for Wales until May 1993 was David Hunt and after that John Redwood. They both knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles – Hunt had been directly involved in concealing the matter since he had been a junior Minister in the Welsh Office in the late 1980s.

Chamberlain was also very friendly with his highest profile celebrity private patient, a big name in light entertainment (she was the reason for the success of LWT in the 1990s) – this celeb was a well-known Conservative. That will have helped him.

In 2004 it was revealed in the media that after he was struck off Malcolm Pearce worked as a paralegal for medical negligence firms.

Malcolm was struck off in the second week of June 1995. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University – run by Thatcher’s favourite Vice Chancellor, Sir Frederick Crawford – in July 1995. On July 13 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his home in London. The world was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh closed down in June-July 1995. It didn’t – one ward was kept open, but information regarding this was not publicised. John Redwood stepped down as Secretary of State for Wales on June 26 1995 and was replaced by the paedophiles’ old friend David Hunt. Hunt remained in post for all of nine days and was then replaced by William Hague. One year later Hague organised the massive cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry. Nicola Davies QC had begun a review of documents regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal the month before Malcolm was struck off in order to decide whether a Public Inquiry was necessary. Nicola decided in December that it wasn’t, but Hague was happy to organise the cover-up regardless in June 1996. Presumably Hague felt on sufficiently safe ground what with Morrison dead, Malcolm Pearce disgraced and struck off and Brown and me stuffed over along with our two friends in the media who knew what had happened to me in north Wales.

Macbeth! Keep washing those hands Hague – not that the blood will ever disappear.

The President of the GMC when Malcolm was struck off was Sir Robert Kilpatrick. Kilpatrick also served as President of the BMA and was Dean of Leicester University Medical School, 1975-89. The Leicester University in which staff were concealing the paedophile ring in Leicestershire (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1987 Dr James Earp, a leading forensic psychiatrist in Leicester, concealed the wrongdoing of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X), Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

Marion Janner is going to be needing that support dog of hers soon and no doubt Rabbi Laura will be given yet more air time on the Today programme to protest her father’s innocence.

All together in Parliament now ‘He was a LOVELY man!’ Don’t forget the round of applause.

Following the Pearce-Chamberlain scandal there was a great deal of huffing and puffing about scientific fraud and much condemnation of Pearce. No-one admitted just how widespread research fraud in medicine is. It was repeatedly stressed that the dreadful Malcolm had ruined the career and reputation of Chamberlain and how shocked everyone was. Er – well when I worked for Malcolm, the malpractice in that Dept was extensive and known to absolutely everyone. Furthermore, all those deeply shocked people as well as Chamberlain MUST have known that Malcolm had not carried out the pioneering operation that he claimed to have performed. Where was the mother and indeed the baby whom Malcolm had claimed to have saved? Where were the other staff who assisted? Which operating theatre was host to the medical miracle? There were a lot more people than Malcolm Pearce in on that fraud.

Chamberlain retained his job at St George’s and in 2000 when he retired he took up a lecturing job at Swansea University, the university dominated by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Chamberlain took that job just as the Waterhouse Report was published and when Rhodri became First Minister! Paul Murphy was Secretary of State for Wales at the time. Blair was PM. Chamberlain considered himself to be Welsh – although he was the sort of proud patriot who spent most of his life living in London making jokes about Wales containing nothing but sheep – and his father had been Secretary to the Lord Mayor of Cardiff. The Dean of St George’s at the time of the research fraud was Professor William Asscher, who had spent the first part of his career at the Welsh National School of Medicine at Cardiff. Asscher had been the man who developed the renal service in Wales and was responsible for the arrival of the kidney unit at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the 1980s.

Think things can’t get much worse for you paedophiles’ friends? It can! I have more blog posts under development and there are more names to be revealed…

 

Following the performance in the Lords yesterday, Theresa announced a ‘£45 million boost’ for brain cancer research – the Gov’t will be working with CR UK! So where’s the dosh going to go then Theresa – a bit to Nick Wright and a bit to The Walton Euthanasia Centre for Those Who Have Spilt The Paedophiles’ Pints (see post ‘These Sharks Are Cap As Well’)? Remember to leave a few million for the many other charlatans who have fabricated their data and screwed over whistleblowers or little things will be hitting each other.

Tessa’s speech included a plea for patients with brain cancer to be allowed to take part in ‘adaptive trials’, whereby they try one treatment and if it doesn’t work within a short time they then change to another treatment. Tessa – cancer treatment doesn’t work like that, it’s not like taking two paracetamol for a headache. It takes quite a long time to ascertain whether a treatment for cancer is successful, which is why everything with regard to cancer outcomes are measured in years. Even if someone has been successfully treated for cancer, they are not considered to be on safe ground until a number of years – how many precisely depends upon the cancer – have passed without a tumour reappearing.

This is why it is so easy for Top Doctors to win their battles with politicians…

The present Chief Exec of CR UK is Sir Harpul Kumar. Kumar attended St John’s College, Cambridge, where he gained a Masters in Engineering and an MA. He subsequently gained an MBA at Harvard Business School where he won the Wolfe Prize. After graduation, Kumar was employed by McKinsey and Co as a healthcare consultant. In 1992 he was appointed Chief Executive of the Papworth Trust. In 1997 Kumar founded Nexan Group, a venture capital-backed medical devices company. He joined Cancer Research Technology Limited as Chief Executive in 2002, became Chief Operating Officer of CR UK in 2004 and CEO in 2007.

Kumar is a trustee of the Francis Crick Institute, the Institute for Cancer Research and Chairman of the Board of the National Cancer Research Institute. He is also chairman of the Cancer Outcomes Strategy Advisory Group in England and Co-chair of the National Awareness and Early Diagnosis Initiative.

I know that I might be underestimating Kumar here, but I can see absolutely nothing in his biography which suggests that he would have the knowledge needed to spot a major research fraud in the field of cancer research yet alone make difficult decisions regarding which research is most worthy of funding. He is an engineering graduate who worked in the financial services. Which is probably how Tessa’s scientifically illiterate suggestion in the Lords was immediately followed by an offer of £45 million quid.

Decisions regarding cancer research funding are being made on the basis of hugs and of inspirational women which is not solid ground.

When I worked at the dreadful Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University which were led by the conman Professor Robert Baldwin – whom we all knew was committing some sort of big research fraud with an American drug company (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ for details) – every member of staff in the place who was making an escape plan used to remark that they NEVER donated to the CRC because of what Baldwin was doing. This was not just one small lab in one university. Baldwin’s labs employed four ‘senior academics’ – who seemed to be doing nothing at all – and at least thirty researchers. Baldwin did not even have to bid for cash from the CRC – his labs were a permanent fixture and received core funding and a great deal of it. PhD students walked out in despair because it was clear that they were never going to get their PhDs and medical students who arrived to carry out projects thought that the ‘research’ was farcical. Baldwin’s ‘senior academics’ ordered everyone to perform routine repetitive tasks – none of it was original research and as far as we could see it was simply for the purposes of giving the pretence of activity in the labs, whilst Baldwin and his ‘partners’ in the US drug company fabricated results and pretended that it was based on the data of ground breaking research carried out in the Nottingham labs.

There was a great deal of hilarity in the CRC labs when someone found out that Baldwin had managed to have a fling with a high profile female Professor in the US, who was involved in the fraud as well.

In 1987 animal rights activists were causing a great deal of grief in medical research. The Animal Liberation Front were planting bombs and setting fire to places and not long after this time some animal rights activists began receiving very long prison sentences. The ALF might be surprised to hear this, but a lot of medical researchers who did think that animal work could be justified under some circumstances were also very uncomfortable with the gratuitous animal experimentation that was going on. The places with the  worst reputations were Porton Down – where no-one actually knew what was going on, except that researchers were paid a great deal of money to tempt them to work there – the Royal College of Surgeons who did seriously gruesome things to pigs, the Institute of Psychiatry who did seriously gruesome things to primates and the Huntingdon Institute, whose staff were still squirting things in the eyes of rabbits and dogs and carefully examining the injuries that resulted. The individual with an unrivalled reputation for unnecessary cruelty was Colin Blakemore, who in 2003 was appointed Chief Exec of the MRC.

I would be most interested to know how Nottingham University and the CRC kept Baldwin out of the firing line of the ALF, because what was going on in those labs with animals could never have been justified. There was a woman who had worked as a lab assistant in a school who was not a graduate and who had landed a very junior job at Baldwin’s lab many years previously and had stayed. She had no research knowledge and simply did what one of the ‘senior academics’ told her. He told her to spend her time transplanting tumours into mice. This was actually a very old technique and was certainly not producing any worthwhile knowledge. The school lab assistant obediently sat in the lab day after day with a constant supply of mice and carefully transplanted tumours under the skins of all of them. Then a week or so later she would kill them. Nothing would be done with the dead mice, they’d just be disposed off. There was no data being produced from this ‘research’ or even any pretence at that. I and two medical students with whom I was friendly watched this open mouthed for the whole time that I worked at Baldwin’s labs – I lasted three months before I decided to get the hell out of there.

Baldwin’s labs were not officially part of Nottingham University, it was stressed that they were the ‘Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories’, but they were sited on the Nottingham campus and Nottingham University undoubtedly knew what was going on – or not going on – in those labs. Some of Baldwin’s staff were married to Top Doctors in the Queen’s Medical Centre, others were married to pharmacologists at Boots and others to academics and researchers in Nottingham University. There were also constant complaints to the University from the medical students on placement.

Whilst I witnessed the outrage at Nottingham, the Chancellor was Sir Gordon Hobday. Hobday was Director of the Boots research team that developed ibuprofen who became Chairman of Boots in 1973 . He was Chairman of Central Independent Television, 1981-85 and whilst in post prevented the screening of a series made by Ken Loach which was critical of the trade union movement’s inadequate challenge to Thatcherism. Hobday was Lord Lieutenant of Nottinghamshire, 1983–1991.

The Vice-Chancellor at the time was Basil Weedon, an organic chemist who was a consultant to Hoffman-La Roche, Basel, Switzerland, 1955-1978.

Tessa and Theresa might not know their arses from their elbows but Gordon and Basil did and they will have known that Baldwin was not doing what he claimed to be doing. I can only presume that there was collusion with Baldwin’s wrongdoing on the part of both the CRC and Nottingham University.

Baldwin died in 2012 but he’s left one hell of a legacy. Nottingham Trent University boasts a thing called the John van Geest Cancer Centre Trust and according to the website, this glorious Centre has grown from the work of one Professor Robert Baldwin. Baldwin receives the highest praise from one of his proteges, Professor Robert Rees, who is quoted on the website as saying:

‘I spent five happy years working under Professor Robert Baldwin alongside some very talented scientists. He was he first person ever to publish in this area. I came to Nottingham in the 1970s after I had graduated with my doctorate. I became inspired by the whole subject, the working environment and the man himself. There were times I remember being at conferences and virtually all the great minds in science of the time would know him. He could be standing in the middle of a very large conference and the really eminent scientists both in and outside of this area would recognise him. You then realise how well-known this person is and how much he has contributed to world science.’

Here’s the history of the John van Geest Cancer Centre Trust, as supplied by the website:

In 1973 Baldwin was joined at his CRC lab in Nottingham by Robert Rees. In 1977 Robert Rees took up a job as a lecturer at Sheffield Medical School. In 1996 Robert Rees returned to Nottingham to become Professor of Biomedical Sciences at Nottingham Trent University. In 2008 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre was established after initial funding of £8 million from the John and Lucille Geest Foundation. This was matched by £2.3 from the Science Research Investment Fund (SRIF). It opened with 18 staff members. In 2011 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre officially opened, housing 35 staff and students. In 2012 – the year of Baldwin’s death – the John and Lucille van Geest Foundation donated a further £8 million to the centre.

Once the crooked old git was dead, the sky was the limit…

In 2013 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre Trust was established at Nottingham Trent University. This was set up to assure the financial future of the centre and the Trustees included members of NTU’s senior management team. Sue Dewey OBE was appointed as Head of Fundraising and donations from the general public towards the work began to be accepted.

John van Geest was a Dutch businessman who established a business exporting daffodils from the Netherlands to Britain and then expanded into bananas and shipping, which made him a very rich man and obviously one who was duped by Robert Baldwin and Bob Rees.

 

So Bob Rees remembered Baldwin wowing everyone at conferences and being ‘well-known’ by the world’s finest brains. That’s interesting Bob, because not only did I discover in 1987 that Baldwin was loathed by his own staff and that the shenanigans in his labs were causing much embarrassment and fears that the CRC would be brought into disrepute, but after I left Nottingham I realised that people in other areas of the UK working in cancer research knew that Baldwin was not producing the data that he claimed to be.

In March 1988 I joined another CRC funded research team in the Dept of Biochemistry at the University of Surrey, led by Professor Vincent Marks. Vincent’s brother Dr John Marks was the President of the BMA – it was John Marks with whom Ken Clarke did battle when Clarke was Health Secretary and was concealing the child molesting activities of Sir Peter Morrison and the associated criminality of the Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Ken Clarke and John Marks really hated each other, but because they were both concealing the same serious organised crime, their war ended in stalemate. John Marks was President of the BMA whilst Tony Francis (Dr X) CC’d the BMA into the letters of his in which he detailed his plans to frame me for serious offences. John Marks was a barrister as well as a Top Doctor.

Vincent Marks knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, because I had to take time off to attend the hearing into my complaint – the hearing Chaired by Professor Robert Bluglass, which resulted in Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry concealing Dafydd et al’s wrongdoing (see post ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE’). I was never intimidated by Vincent in the same way that I was at St George’s by the dreadful Cathy Wilson et al, but Vincent did offer me kindly advice regarding a referral to a psychiatrist, describing a Dr Michael Browne as being ‘very good’. Michael Browne turned out to be appalling and was the subject of much dissatisfaction in Surrey. A few years after I decided that I certainly wasn’t going to visit him again, Browne was at the centre of a medical scandal involving the death of a young man in prison from serious negligence. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

Not only did Vincent Marks know about Dafydd and the paedophiles, but Vincent’s cancer research team – and presumably Vincent himself because the senior members of the team were good mates with him – knew about Baldwin. They told me that they had been at conferences where Baldwin had presented data that he claimed had been produced by his team at Nottingham that was obviously dodgy and when they questioned him about it, he was unable to answer any questions or explain how the data had been produced. I was told that ‘everyone’ knew that Baldwin was up to something questionable and that there was a great deal of anger in the cancer research world because of the millions going into Baldwin’s labs from the CRC.

The people who discussed Baldwin’s fraud with me were Dr Wynne Aherne and Evelyn Piall. I will stress that I never witnessed Wynne, Evelyn or any other member of Vincent Marks’s team at Guildford fabricate or dishonestly manipulate any data at all. But they knew that something was terribly wrong at Baldwin’s empire and as is traditional, no-one blew the whistle. Wynne continued in cancer research for many years – although she may have retired by now – and she continued to receive funding from the CRC and the body into which it evolved, CR UK. Wynne ended up as a Team leader at the Institute of Cancer Research in Surrey and even bagged a prize from CR UK.

Evelyn was unusual for a lab scientist in that she was a sort of society figure who had undertaken a PhD in middle age but did not intend to continue in cancer research, because she was relocating to Paris with her husband Tony, who was the leading civil engineer on Eurodisney which was at the time nearly completed. If Evelyn wanted to have blown the whistle on Baldwin, she certainly could have.

Another member of the team at Guildford was Anthea Hardcastle – who was from Cricieth in north Wales. Anthea’s closest friends were the Principal Biochemist at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his wife. Anthea was never anything but friendly and pleasant to me, but I’m pretty sure that her friends from Ysbyty Gwynedd will have filled her in on matters regarding Dafydd and the paedophiles. Anthea’s friends will definitely have known all about the chaos and criminality in Gwynedd Health Authority. It seems that Anthea has died – there is a justgiving fundraising webpage in her memory. Ironically the funds raised are going to the Institute for Cancer Research.

Another colleague of mine at Guildford was Miguel Godfrey, who was doing his PhD in the same lab as me. I see from my internet search that Miguel is now a leading light in the Freemasons in Guildford, precisely the Mark Provincial Grand Lodge of Mark Master Masons of Surrey. It was Miguel who told me that Jimmy Savile was known to the police in Leeds as a paedophile – Miguel told me that many years before Esther et al swore blind that ‘we didn’t know’.

Life is full of surprises though. An even bigger surprise than Miguel’s status as Mr Big in Freemasonry in Guildford is that I have found my name on a journal article which I knew nothing about and even more mysteriously I am listed along with a co-author of whom I had never heard until I found this article a few days ago!

I remember doing the work that had been published in this article which appeared in Biochemical Society Transations, Dec 1, 1989 and I know two of the authors – Wynne and Evelyn. Wynne, Evelyn and I are all listed as being affiliated to the University of Surrey. The article was published some months after I left Surrey, but that’s not unusual, articles are in the pipeline for many months before they are published. I’m a little puzzled though as to why I was never told whilst I was at Surrey that this article had been submitted – because it will have been submitted whilst I was still working at Surrey. I was told about another article that was submitted – for the American Journal of Cancer Research – which wasn’t published until after I left Surrey, but I never heard anything about this one. Furthermore, the mystery woman whose name is on the article did not contribute anything at all to the work that has been published with her name as the fourth author. She did not work at Guildford and her name was never mentioned as a collaborator on the work that we did at Guildford. So who is this person whose name was put on a paper along with mine, although she played no part at all in the work?

Step forward Professor Nicola Curtin, Professor of Experimental Cancer Therapeutics, Northern Institute for Cancer Research, Medical School, University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne.

Professor Curtin, as you are publishing my work under your name without my knowledge, would you like to let us all know whether this was just a one-off or is this your usual practice?

Nicola’s webpage tells us that she has been Professor of Experimental Cancer Therapeutics and has worked in Newcastle since 1982. Nicloa states that she has ‘more than 30 years’ experience in the development and biological evaluation of novel drugs to treat cancer and the development of biomarkers to predict and assess effects’. The work that I did which was published under Nicola’s name concerned developing a radioimmunoassay – so my work has contributed to Nicola’s ‘more than 30 years experience’ in this field. How much experience does Nicola REALLY have??

Nicola states that her ‘major interest is in targeting the DNA damage response’. Ah yes – we’re hearing a lot about that in the media at the moment, the ‘smart drugs’ which will target your very own DNA should you develop cancer. Tell me Nicola, have I done that work as well? Or was that somebody else’s work that you shamelessly plagiarised?

Nicola’s the Team leader for DNA damage response! Can I be a Team leader too Nicola?

The only person whom I was told was involved in the work that I did at Surrey who was not based in our lab at Guildford was Adrian Harris at Oxford. I never met Adrian, but everyone spoke very highly of him, he was popular and well-respected and it was made clear from the beginning of the project that the data would be shared with Adrian. There was one reason in particular why the team at Guildford were keen to continue to work with Adrian – it was because ‘everyone knew’ that Adrian was going to be a big name one day.

Adrian is Professor Adrian Harris, who leads the Hypoxia and Angiogenesis Group at the Department of Oncology, Oxford University. Adrian’s webpage tells us that ‘the focus of the group is on tumour angiogenesis and the role of notch signalling, and hypoxia biology and its regulation’.

That will certainly impress Tessa and Theresa – although they won’t understand a word of it.

Another £45 million is needed immediately! It’s the Race For Life! The victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales were indeed running for their lives, but they were followed wherever they went…

Adrian has recently retired and his retirement was marked by the NHS with the Regional Breast Cancer Academic Day.

Adrian had such a cult following at Surrey that one of the research rabbits was named after him. No, Adrian the rabbit wasn’t the subject of pointless experiments and then slaughtered like the mice in Baldwin’s CRC laboratories were. Adrian was used for raising anti-bodies which meant that every few weeks he was vaccinated and then a small sample of his blood was taken. Adrian was a well loved rabbit, big and floppy and he received many visitors who would take him out of his hutch and cuddle him.

I mentioned previously that Baldwin’s chamber of horrors at Nottingham was never targeted by animal rights activists – however the animals at Surrey were. A load of sheep were liberated to give them a taste of freedom and ended up on the main road at Guildford and were nearly hit by the Porches travelling at high speed. On another occasion the animal house was broken into and the liberators stole a number of animals, one of which was a little yappy incontinent dog. This dog was actually the pet of one of the technicians who kept it in the shed overnight because of its incontinent ways, but the liberators thought that it was a research animal. What was so incredible was that the dog was returned in another night time raid a few days later – it was concluded that the kidnappers had discovered the incontinence problem.

 

I only lived in Surrey for a year, but when I was there something quite memorable happened. I lived near Haslemere and when I first arrived in Surrey I purchased a mountain bike with the intention of cycling to the railway station and then catching the train into Guildford. I had only had my bike three days or so when I got off the train one day to find that it had disappeared – in broad daylight, at a well-used railway station. My bike had been locked to the railings with a top of the range lock because the bike had cost me a lot of money. The lock was still attached to the railings – my bike had been removed by a very nifty piece of handiwork which had involved just one railing being sliced through most expertly. I was mortified and called the police, who took a look and said that this was a very skilled job and that they thought that my bike must have been targeted by a gang of professional thieves. I didn’t have the money to spend on another bike, but luckily some friendly people in the village gave me lifts to the station. After a few weeks of regularly commuting at set times, I then had an even bigger adventure.

One morning I was walking from Guildford Railway Station to the University via my usual route, which took me along a footpath through a little copse. I was in the middle of the copse when I saw a young man sitting on an upside down supermarket trolley, as though he was waiting for someone or something. It was about 8-30 am so a bit odd. He watched me as I came towards him and carried on watching me as I walked past. I thought that perhaps he was the sort of bloke who was going to try and get into conversation and ask me out or something, but he didn’t. However he did begin following me. He was still very obviously following me when I came out of the copse, so I deliberately took a route across an open field up the hill in full view of some houses. The man turned around and went back into the copse. About an hour later the police arrived at the University, saying that a woman had been raped at about 8-40 in the copse that morning and asked if any of us had any info.

I met with the police and it transpired that the man had followed me and had raped the woman who had come along the path immediately after me, in the copse, once he had given up pursuing me.

I was a witness and later picked the rapist out in an identity parade. The police believed that he had raped and battered another two women in Guildford within the two weeks that he had been staying in the town. The rapist stated his intention to plead not guilty and I subsequently received a letter telling me to turn up to the Old Bailey to give evidence, threatening to arrest me if I didn’t. At the last minute the rapist changed his plea to guilty so in the event I didn’t have to give evidence.

When I lived in the south east of England I gained the impression that it was a rather dangerous place for young women, because the Guildford rapist was not the first lucky escape that I had. When I went to London in Oct 1986 to begin my MSc at RPMS, I initially temporarily stayed at my friends’ flat in Bethnal Green. Then I found a shared house in Harringay, but I used to go over to see my mates at Bethnal Green every weekend. It was in the Christmas holiday of 1986-87 that I was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital by Dafydd. I have explained in previous posts how Dafydd threatened me before I was released, told me that if I ever came back to north Wales again he’d have me arrested and that he had rung Haringey Social Services to let them know that I was living in their area no less. I was then driven to a railway station by two Angels, literally put on a train to London, told to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and warned never to go to north Wales again.

I made representation about Dafydd and the paedophiles as soon as I returned to London. My weekly visits to my friends in Bethnal Green continued. But on every occasion that I left the station, I would be followed by a particularly aggressive man who would hurl abuse at me and tell me that he was going to rape me. After the fourth time that I had this experience, I decided that this man probably was quite dangerous, so I started getting off at a different station and walking a different route to my friends place. The aggressive misogynist bastard was particularly memorable because he was always dressed in a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, but the rest of his regalia was black leather – he was mixed race. Of course I told Brown all about it and Brown discovered that a man of this description from the East End had recently been released from prison after serving a hefty sentence for multiple rapes.

I detailed in a previous post how when I put my house up for sale in Bethesda in the early 1990s, I received a cash offer within days from a man in Birmingham who wanted to relocate to north Wales. I was delighted. Unfortunately, when he moved in – I was still living in the same village, so heard all about it – he began sexually harassing my former neighbour as well as other women in the village. It transpired that he was a sex offender from the West Midlands whose family had packed him off to north Wales where his history wasn’t known. He was known to the mental health services and the police in the West Midlands.

I wondered why serious sex offenders were magnetically attracted to me for a long while, until Brown and me discovered the full extent of the wrongdoing of the serious criminal with UK-wide and European connections that is Dafydd. Brown observed that Dafydd had a great deal to do with sex offenders and general nasties and that his business network spread to every place in which I had lived when I wasn’t living in north Wales. Last year when I finally acquired all the NHS documentation concerning me, there were letters in the file between Alun Davies and other senior figures in the north Wales mental health services which overtly discussed which addresses I was living at and detailed the various – illegal – ways that Davies was using to access my home addresses.  Davies even had a contact at St George’s who was intercepting and reading mail that was arriving at the hospital for me in order to find out my home address.

For years it was known that a very serious workplace bullying problem existed in the mental health services in north Wales – the worst offenders were the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. The sickness rate in that team was the highest in Wales. This was partly because Slob Ingham and Tom Harney were lazy drunks who couldn’t be bothered to make it into work even to experience the joy of abusing their patients, but it was also because unsuspecting people who joined the Arfon Team could not face going into work after a few weeks of starting their new jobs. Just before I left north Wales, I was told that one woman had dared to put in a complaint of workplace bullying against Keith Fearns. She went off sick for a long time and when the matter had supposedly been resolved, she returned. She left north Wales two days later, after phoning a friend and telling them that on returning to work, she had been sexually assaulted by a male member of the Arfon Team – whom she refused to name – who told her that this is what happens to grasses.

I am only sad that the grass didn’t grass the whole lot of them up for every serious crime with which they have undoubtedly been involved. Fearns – this sort of gangland stuff is the reason why I decided to write this blog.

Now Dafydd, do you happen to know who the lunatic in fancy dress in Bethnal Green was or indeed the man who turned up in Guildford shortly after I did and who violently raped three women? Do you not think that you owe them an apology, putting them in danger as a result of trying to show me what happens to grasses?

 

The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board is back in the news again at the moment. An inspection of the Ablett Unit carried out by HIW has resulted in a damning report. HIW has stated – among other things – that patients are being put at risk, that facilities are totally inadequate and that there were only male staff on a ward with women patients. The response of the Betsi has been to say that £750 k has been spent on the Unit and another £400 k is going to be spent.

This is a Health Board that just doesn’t get that the problem is not and never has been money. The problem is that the north Wales NHS is full of people who once facilitated a sex trafficking ring – Dr Peter Higson was one of those who did so and he’s now the Chairman of the Betsi. No-one is ever dismissed for anything except for blowing the whistle on the abuse of patients. Tawel Fan Ward was closed down after a nurse blew the whistle on the biggest mental health scandal that there has ever been in the UK. The staff who abused the patients were all either suspended on full pay or given other jobs with the Betsi. A number of them were relocated to Bryn Hesketh where they were then caught abusing patients again – and were suspended on full pay… Some patients died as a result of their ill treatment in Tawel Fan and there are a number of investigations continuing – investigations with which the staff refused to co-operate. What the staff of Tawel Fan did do after the ward was closed down was appear in the Daily Post and insult the patients whom they had abused as well as their relatives.

One person has been sacked and struck off over Tawel Fan – Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the abuse. Nicola faced a kangaroo court held by the NMC where she was deemed a disgrace and later incurred screaming newspaper headlines for ‘having sex with a patient’. No-one mentioned that the patient whom Nicola had sex with was her husband. Furthermore, he was not her patient and never had been – before they married, he was a mental health patient from England and Nicola did not meet him through her work. Before Nicola was struck off she received death threats.

The Betsi is already in special measures and at a debate in the Senedd a few weeks ago, Conservative AMs Darren Millar and Mark Isherwood both spoke about the stream of deaths and scandals which continue to emanate from the Betsi and begged the Health Minister Vaughan Gething to act. Vaughan told them to stop ‘talking down the NHS’.

Please Vaughan, be my guest – develop serious mental health problems and go for ‘help’ from those mad intimidating criminals yourself. Perhaps then you will understand that money is not the issue, serious criminality is.

Yet another casualty of the Betsi has just been imprisoned. Hannah Turtle, a young mother with mental health problems from north Wales, killed her baby and is now in prison. The Daily Post Online went to town with headlines of ‘inside the mind of evil Hannah’ and it was explained that Hannah ‘has the same diagnosis as Beverly Allitt’. Well I’m glad that Beverly’s been mentioned, because there are plenty of indications that she was framed for the murders of a number of children who died on the ward where she worked as a nurse.

The hospital where Beverly was working had been deemed unsafe before Beverly ever went near it because patients had died for unexplained reasons. The hospital was in Grantham, Thatcher’s home town and the serious problems there were kept under wraps for political reasons. Beverly was the newest, most junior person working on the ward and when unexpected deaths happened, she copped it. Beverly has now been in Rampton for many years.

It was alleged that Beverly suffered from Munchausens by Proxy and had killed a number of children by injecting them with insulin. Munchausen’s by Proxy is a psychiatric illness which was invented by Sir Roy Meadow, who isn’t even a psychiatrist. After inventing this illness, a number of women were wrongly imprisoned for killing their children who had died of SIDS. Meadow didn’t just make up an illness, he also made up a load of statistics in his capacity as an ‘expert witness’. No statisticians were called as witnesses so no-one pointed out the serious errors that Meadow had made. A number of women spent years in prison before Meadow’s fantasies were scrutinised and the women were released.

The most well-known casualty of Roy Meadow was Sally Clark, a solicitor who had lost two babies, became seriously depressed as a result and took to drink. She was portrayed in Court as a wealthy drunken slapper who was too busy downing gin with her middle class friends to want to care for her children so she bumped them off. There was not a scrap of evidence for any of the allegations made in Court about Sally. Furthermore, it was later revealed that a pathologist had actually discovered that one of Sally’s babies had died from pneumonia, but he had deliberately concealed this. He and Meadow stood up in Court, lied their arses off and an innocent bereaved mother went to prison.

Whilst in prison Sally Clark was physically attacked for being a child killer. By the time that she was released she was destroyed and she died some months later. The Top Docs had not caused Sally’s family enough suffering however. When Sally’s husband gave an interview after she was released, Professor David Southall – another paediatrician who is an expert in Munchausen’s by Proxy – rang the police and told them that he knew that Sally’s husband was the person who had killed the babies. Presumably because his eyes were a bit too close together.

Roy Meadow was eventually struck off by the GMC after the most damning evidence was presented against him. Meadow appealed to the High Court and was reinstated. He was represented by the country’s leading lawyer in medical negligence – Nicola Davies QC! Nicola is now Dame Nicola and in 2014 was appointed the Presiding judge of Wales (see post ‘Here’s What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’).

Southall also appeared in front of the GMC and fought a battle as epic as the one fought by Meadow, maxing out the very extensive appeals system. Southall was finally allowed to continue to practice and now styles himself as someone who is involved in ‘international humanitarian work’.

Another expert witness testified to Beverly Allitt’s guilt as well, an expert in diabetes who maintained beyond all reasonable doubt that Beverly had done it. That man was Professor Vincent Marks!

Can someone please urgently reinvestigate  the case of Beverly Allitt and rescue Hannah Turtle as well?

 

BBC News Wales reported a great success at the Royal Gwent Hospital – a group of patients had all been discharged from hospital and had arrived ‘safe and sound’ at home, which meant that their beds were freed up. It is poignant that in these times of elderly frail people being discharged from hospital at 3 am and dumped on their doorsteps whilst wearing their nightclothes, that it is considered newsworthy when they arrive home in one piece without their lives having been risked. The thing that the Angels were really pleased about though was that beds had been freed up. Which reminded me of a case that Brown brought to my attention in 2004 in Staffordshire, which concerned a nurse who had attempted to murder four elderly patients to free up the beds.

When such cases are actually acknowledged as opposed to being covered-up, people are usually gobsmacked and say ‘how did it ever come to this?’. Quite easily. It’s what happens in a system which conducted a 35 year long vendetta against a young woman and every one of her close friends after she complained about a gang of paedophiles led by a mad old doctor in the wilds of north Wales. In 30 years I did not meet one Top Doctor who did not collude with Dafydd and the paedophiles when they found out what was going on.

 

The Today programme got excited yesterday regarding a report that maintained that thousands of patients are dying every year as a result of prescribing errors. Janet Davies from the RCN explained that it was all a result of understaffing and what is needed is more money, lots of it. Janet stressed that the NHS must not have a blame culture, but a learning culture. It doesn’t have a blame culture Janet – unless you’re a whistleblower or of course a patient who has dared complain. The NHS does have a learning culture though – as an institution it has very effectively learnt how to never hold itself to account no matter how great the disaster and how to blame all problems on the putative lack of funding or unreasonable patients. Swathes of the NHS are understaffed – such as the Betsi – because the workplace is so toxic that no-one can bear to work there. Other hospitals are under-staffed because the Angels have all resigned and then registered with an agency so that they can be re-employed in their former jobs on their former wards at a far higher pay rate. Janet also quoted a practice in the US which had really impressed her –  using different coloured syringes for different types and quantities of medication. Janet that is neither rocket science nor news – this was being discussed in the UK at least 10 years ago and in the case of a lot of medications, there are now distinctively coloured vials for different quantities/drugs. Still serious errors are made.

Jeremy Hunt was interviewed on the Today programme about the en masse prescribing errors as well. Once he had done the obligatory – praised ‘the fantastically hard working staff’ – Jeremy fished around for all sorts of reasons to explain the prescribing errors. He was very keen on the idea of new IT systems. Jeremy – one thing that the NHS does not have a good record on is IT systems. Wasn’t there one a few years ago which cost many millions of pounds and then had to be scrapped completely? Then before that, there was the dog’s breakfast which was the website for the Modernising Medical Careers scheme. Neither of those cock-ups were the fault of the Top Doctors. They were the fault of arrogant, stupid Gov’ts which had given contracts for badly thought-out ideas to fly-by-night companies run by Minsters’ friends.

 

My posts ‘Oh,No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’ and ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ mentioned figures on the left and union leaders who ignored or concealed the organised abuse of children and psychiatric patients whilst boasting of their radicalism and commitment to the oppressed. A number of these people were actually working for the security services. Richard Littlejohn of all people wrote about this in the Mail Online today. He discussed the trade unionist Brian Nicholson who, Nicholson later admitted, had spent years passing information to MI5 – MI5 infiltrated all the unions and political parties many years ago. Nicholson was a good mate of Neil Kinnock.

MI5 infiltrated all of the UK’s national institutions years ago and from the 1960s onwards were crawling all over north Wales because of Welsh nationalist activism. The security services had UCNW (Bangor University) under surveillance, because there was Irish Republican activity in the Students’ Union. MI5 and MI6 knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles and the sex trafficking ring.

Many of those who concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had connections with the security services and I have named a number of such people on this blog. I’m sure that the security services were not established with the remit of assisting the likes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but the problem was all those people in high places who were molesting children – their needs were prioritised over the kids and witnesses who were turning up dead.

What has struck me is how many writers and journalists on the left were facilitating the abuse of vulnerable people or who were even abusing vulnerable people themselves, such as Michael Foot and his circle and of course Bertrand Russell and his associates. Just months after I first encountered Dr DGE Wood in the Student Health Centre at UCNW who was busy facilitating the sex abuse ring, Brown and I had a very unpleasant experience with someone whom we contacted through New Statesman. Brown had just graduated and had moved into the house that I shared with my friends on Anglesey. He was looking for house renovation work whilst he published a few things and wrote proposals for PhD funding and Wood knew this. Brown and me used to regularly read New Statesman in those days and Brown saw an advert from someone in Llangollen who wanted help renovating his house and in return offered board and lodging and a bit of money. It seemed ideal, so Brown used to go there during the week and come back to Anglesey at weekends. Brown spent several weeks down there and got to know the man concerned, Leslie Gore, quite well. Or so he thought. This was in 1983. Gore was 61, had owned the house in Llangollen for years and used it as a second home. Back in the 1970s and 80s there were a number of establishments in Gore’s area which were run by members of the paedophile gang and a number of them subsequently went to prison for abusing the kids in their care. Brown and me knew nothing about Dafydd and the paedophiles then, although we did know that Denbigh had a terrible reputation.

Months and months after Brown finished the work on Gore’s house, a letter for Brown arrived at our house. Brown was visiting his mum in Somerset at the time and told me over the phone to open the letter and see what it was. It was from Leslie Gore and was a vitriolic blistering personal attack on Brown, accusing him of being a ‘conman and a thief’. I think it was the nastiest letter that I had ever read. I wrote back to Gore saying that I was really sorry but Brown was away but he would be in touch as soon as he returned. By return of post I received a reply – an insulting personal attack on me with a few Top Doctor-esque comments about how much he could tell about me from my letter. I wrote back to Gore and told him that I didn’t give a stuff what his ESP told him about me, I did not appreciate these insults coming through our letter box. Our house was then bombarded. Brown gathered up the letters and returned them to Gore unopened, telling him never to come near us again. Gore then sent a postcard so it could not be returned unopened. Scrawled on the postcard was ‘Apolog (sic) – for sharing a few thoughts with you. When two planks dropped out of my door I thought that it was shoddy workmanship. I now realise it was the earthquake.’ (North Wales was clobbered by an earthquake in the summer of 1984, it was pretty good, the earth shook and buildings were damaged.)

So who was this offensive madman whose house was at the epicentre of an earthquake but he didn’t notice and instead hurled abuse at Brown and me – just as I was sitting my finals?

Leslie Gore worked as a therapist at the North Wales Hospital! With alcoholic patients – alcohol and drugs were Dafydd’s speciality (as well as sex therapy and PTSD of course). Prior to that Gore had spent many years working at Newcastle Poly. Regular readers will remember that the paedophiles of north Wales had many connections in the Newcastle area and that Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, the two paedophiles who really stoked up trade at Bryn Estyn, had previously worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead. Gore also had a diploma from Imperial College and had worked at Keele University when it was in its early days. Peter Righton, a paedophile who doubled up as a social work academic and used his academic work to justify sex between adults and children, worked at Keele.

Now that Brown and I realise how long ago it was that we were targeted by these gangsters, the lengths to which they went to attack witnesses and that they had help from the security services, I think that it is highly likely that Leslie Gore’s aggro was a present from the paedophile gang. I suspect that the advert in New Statesman may even have been placed there for the purpose – it appeared just when Brown was looking for the very opportunity that Gore was presenting. It also meant that Brown was away during the week, so I was left to deal with the disgusting Wood and Gwynne the lobotomist by myself – and then we had to deal with upsetting shite coming our way as I was sitting finals.

Thanks Wood! What a vile scumbag you are.

If any readers have any info about Leslie Gore, I’d like to hear it.

Thank goodness we didn’t read New Society – John Allen advertised for the violent paedophiles who staffed Bryn Alyn in there.

I have mentioned that Sir Charles Evans, the former Principal of UCNW (Bangor University) protected staff in the University who were facilitating the paedophile gang in north Wales. Evans was a member of the team which made the first conquest of Everest in 1983. The team was led by Lord John Hunt, who held a senior role in the security services.  (See post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ for more information about Charles Evans and John Hunt.) Another member of the Everest team was on the radio yesterday – Jan Morris. Jan Morris was James Morris when she climbed Everest with Charles Evans, John Hunt and co. Jan Morris has done a great many admirable things in her life and fought Top Doctors herself – not quite in the way that I did, but Jan Morris underwent gender realignment surgery when such a thing was virtually unheard of. Jan eventually went to I think Casablanca for surgery. Jan spent her childhood in Oxford and Somerset but as an adult settled in north west Wales near Cricieth and has now lived there for a very long time. She and her son and his family are rooted in the locality and both are very well-informed and well-read. Jan’s son Twm has won Bardic crowns at the National Eisteddfod. Some of the people whom Jan and Twm have associated with I know concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles. A few years ago, I saw a photo of Jan with Christine Evans, the now retired surgeon from Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, with an accompanying piece of text in which Jan praised Christine Evans. Christine Evans is considered to be a Top Doctor who is very sympathetic to the needs of transgender patients.

Dr Chris might be a star in that regard, but when Mary Burrows was appointed CEO of the Betsi in 2009 and challenged the paedophiles’ friends, Dr Chris manoeuvred herself into the position of head of the Betsi Cadwaladr CHC (Community Health Council). Christine Evans did that for only one reason, as was clear from a blog that she wrote at the time – her aim was to protect all those colleagues of hers who were involved in very serious wrongdoing.

Jan Morris has had a very productive life, despite the distress that she experienced as a result of gender dysphoria – she has been up Everest, has written prolifically and has travelled all over the world. In old age she has spent her years in a lovely spot at Llanystumdwy. The victims of the paedophile gang found themselves imprisoned in Dafydd’s dungeon at Denbigh and a lot of them were found dead before they were 21.

Note to MI5 and MI6: The reason why you are given carte blanche to bug, to burgle, to infiltrate, to place folk under surveillance, to place fallacious news stories in the media, to whip up intrigue, to marry people whilst pretending to be someone else and to generally perpetuate your fuckwittery with no questions asked is that you are charged with upholding national security. ‘National security’ includes the matter of Top Doctors running a sex trafficking ring and providing children to Gov’t ministers for sex and destroying the lives of and killing the witnesses. From what Brown and I alone have experienced over the last 35 years or so, you were not very successful at doing this. You saw what was happening to us and knew who was doing it, but you chose to protect Gov’ts and corrupt professional people instead of us and indeed others who were targeted. Documentation that would have enabled us to publish what I am now publishing on this blog was deliberately witheld until most of the corrupt judges and Gov’t Ministers responsible for the carnage had died. Should you wish to get in touch and explain why the nation should not simply dismantle the NHS, the social services and the security services and save on your salaries, please do – because you do not seem to be fulfilling your remit.

 

‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’

My recent blog post ‘The BMA and It’s Ethics’ took a look at the grim state of obstetrics and gynaecology over the past thirty years in north Wales and yesterday’s post ‘Updates and News Round-Up, March 22 2017’ described how one Dr Simon Leeson was party to at least some of this, yet he paints a picture of him and his colleagues as selflessly dedicated to women’s health and in a bit of PR recently released by the Betsi states that their research into cervical cancer is ‘a cause close to our hearts’.

Many years ago I encountered a lot of other people for whom cancer research was a cause close to their hearts. Years before I did a PhD in sociology, I started a career as a biomedical researcher. In 1986-87 I completed the MSc in Experimental Pathology at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School, Hammersmith Hospital. This was a highly regarded course that was designed for people who wanted a career in medical research, particularly cancer research. The course was incredibly intensive with masses packed in but it was really interesting stuff. What was just as fascinating as the course content however were the dynamics at RPMS and some of the activities of the senior staff. There were an awful lot of civil wars between the various departments and between staff, although I witnessed this as St Georges Hospital Medical School as well a few years later – I now realise that this is characteristic of medical schools and the wider culture of the NHS. I was not the only student on the course to notice this – the rivalries and bad behaviour of a number of people was openly discussed, both among the students and between the students and more junior staff, who were always in danger of being caught in the crossfire. I learnt some very interesting things. A number of students on the course had friends and relatives who were employed across London in different medical schools and hospitals and were happy to flag up senior people whom it wouldn’t be a good idea to work with if such an offer was made.

The first person whom I was ‘warned about’ was a histopathologist, Julia Polak. She had a reputation for ruthlessly stuffing people over in order to advance her own career. I was told that when she first arrived in Britain ‘all she had was an Argentinian medical qualification that was unrecognised in the UK’ and that a very decent well-respected academic had taken her under his wing, employed her as a researcher and that was how she had launched her career. However her mentor had a shock when he retired and wanted to stay on to do a bit of research in his old department – I was told that Polak, who had by then become very senior in the department, refused him the facilities that he needed to continue his work. She seemed to be loathed by everyone and there were allegations that her research was questionable. Not that it held her back – she was already Professor Polak. Years after I had been warned off having anything to do with her, Julia Polak became famous for something other than histopathology. She hit the headlines for receiving a heart and lung transplant and immediately after this transplant, changing her research interest from histopathology to organ regeneration from stem cells. Two months after her operation she set up the Julia Polak Lung Transplant Fund and subsequently founded the Imperial College Tissue Engineering and Regenerative Medicine Centre, becoming it’s Professor in 1997. (RPMS had become part of Imperial by then.) Polak had already been working with Professor Sir Magdi Yacoub on lung tissue when she became ill herself and Yacoub subsequently worked with her on tissue engineering. She died a few years ago, by which time she was Dame Julia and glowing obituaries were written about her, describing her as some sort of superhuman. I was always interested in how she managed to launch a second research career in late middle age so soon after experiencing such serious health problems – she was a very big name in histopathology and it is unusual in for someone at that level to take up a whole new line of research and one would normally have to be beavering away for years to establish oneself as a big name in a second line of research. It is of course possible that Professor Dame Julia Polak was a polymath who was able to launch herself into a stellar career so soon after receiving a heart and lung transplant from one of her colleagues, but when I read about this, all I could remember were those warnings that I was given many years previously that she was completely ruthless and there were some people questioning her research…

Another controversial figure at RPMS was one Professor Nicholas Wright, Professor of Pathology. He was certainly entertaining as a lecturer, but there were many anecdotes concerning his alleged aggression and unscrupulousness circulating around the institution. He was so unpopular that he was criticised for almost everything that he did – for example on one occasion a pharmaceutical company were hosting one of their slap-up free lunches for everyone (which happened on a regular basis) and Nicholas Wright very obviously arrived minutes before lunch was served without having bothered to attend the lecture given beforehand, enjoyed a good meal and left immediately afterwards. People were complaining about his extreme rudeness in doing this, but to be fair, they’d all gone along for the free lunch as well and had only pretended to be interested in the lecture. The pharmaceutical companies who provided the free lunches were not doing it altruistically, they were feeding people and sloshing the wine about in an attempt to flog their drugs and to persuade big names to prescribe and endorse them. So I didn’t see much wrong with Nicholas Wright exploiting the drug company in this way. However there were stories which suggested that he was capable of serious unpleasantness. It was alleged that during a staff rugby match between academics and technicians, Nicholas Wright had punched a technician – not an accident in a rough game, just a straightforward punch, because a mere technician had dared tackle him. This was also a signal to all other technicians as to what was likely to happen to them if they tackled him. This was small beer compared to one anecdote however. One student on the MSc at the same time as me was an Iraqi GP, funded by his country’s Govt. I and other students noticed that he was being subjected to a lot of overt racism from the lecturing staff and was being openly insulted in lectures. When the time came for us to pursue a short research project as part of the course, Nicholas Wright specifically requested that the Iraqi man should carry out a project with him. No-one else was invited to – or indeed wanted to – carry out a project with Nicholas Wright anyway. Once we began our projects, we students didn’t see much of each other before the final exams. We then just sat the finals and dispersed. However when the results slip was sent to me with the list of successful passes, I noticed that we were all on it – except for the Iraqi GP. A few weeks later I went back to Hammersmith to sort out references etc and asked what had happened regarding the Iraqi doctor. I was told that he had been failed and was currently appealing. He had been failed because it was discovered that he had fabricated his research results. But what had really outraged RPMS was that when challenged ‘he tried to blame Nick Wright’ – the Iraqi man had defended himself by saying that Nicholas Wright had subjected him to such pressure to produce results that he had resorted to making them up. He was summoned in front of a panel including Nicholas Wright and roasted – when he was told that he was going to be failed, the Iraqi doctor had started crying, begging for mercy, saying that he had a wife and children in Iraq. I was told by someone who had witnessed all this that it was a real laugh, because Nicholas Wright had made this man kiss his boots. At the time that all this happened someone very unpleasant ruled Iraq – one Saddam Hussein. If that Iraqi doctor, funded by his Gov’t, had returned to Iraq without an MSc, something very nasty would probably have happened to him – or to his wife and children. I don’t know what happened to the Iraqi doctor who was forced to kiss Nicholas Wright’s boots, but Nicholas Wright is now Professor Sir Nicholas Wright and ended up achieving very high office at Imperial College School of Medicine. He is also a leading light in Cancer Research UK, the body that succeeded the Cancer Research Campaign. He is currently the Lead for the Centre of Tumour Biology at Bart’s Cancer Institute. Whilst I was browsing the internet a few days ago, I came across the text of a speech that had been given when Nicholas Wright had been presented with an honour from the University of Bristol – the speech was full of tributes to him and commented on his well-known sense of humour and his abilities as a particularly ‘violent rugby player’.

As readers may have guessed, a lot of the students on the MSc decided not to apply for PhDs or jobs at RPMS. But there were some interesting routes into employment at Hammersmith if one did want to work there. During our course we were given an anatomy lecture by a woman who was held in great contempt by many of the other staff because ‘she was a secretary who had done a degree in anatomy’. This was also the explanation given as to why this woman was so pompous and so confrontational – it was alleged that she felt inadequate. I remarked that I thought that was rather sad, if you’ve started off as a secretary and then moved on to a degree and a PhD in anatomy I’d have thought that was quite an achievement. It was then spelt out to me – I was told that yes she had been a secretary, but she had also been a mistress of one of the surgeons, a Mr Bentall (Hugh Bentall was actually a very well-known surgeon) and that was how she had been given an opportunity to undertake degrees in anatomy and subsequently land a job at RPMS.

Sometime after leaving RPMS I encountered a senior member of staff from another university who had done a stint working at RPMS in the histopathology dept. This person had been sent to RPMS by the authorities at their institution with a view to setting up a partnership. They were so horrified at the practices that they had witnessed there that they told me that the partnership was never established – they described RPMS as ‘a bunch of crooks’.

There was someone else who worked at Hammersmith in 1986/87 as well. I used to walk past his office on my way to the labs. That was one Dr Karol Sikora, who was Clinical Director For Cancer Services. Karol Sikora has become very well-known in recent years. He has also been a member of the UK Health Department’s Expert Advisory Group on Cancer, as well as the Committee on the Safety of Medicines. He is currently Medical Director of Proton Partners International and Dean of the University of Buckingham’s Medical School, the only private medical school in the UK. Sikora is a vocal member of group called ‘Doctors For Reform’ whose purpose is to dismantle the NHS. I have also read articles and comments in the laypress penned by Karol Sikora maintaining that doctors should be paid more because they do such an essential job. From what I saw at RPMS those doctors were doing very well for themselves indeed and if the general public had known about some of what was going on the myth of heroes working for the greater good would have been shattered.

I encountered more people for whom cancer research was a cause close to their hearts after I left RPMS. One was a man at Newcastle Medical School who, when he heard that I’d done the MSc at RPMS, told me that Nick Wright ‘is a good mate of mine’. This man was leading a research team looking at, I think, the genetics of lung cancer. His research was funded by the tobacco industry. I didn’t work with this man or know anyone who was working with him in Newcastle so I have no idea whether the source of his funding was compromising him or not. At that time, there were still some researchers receiving funding from the tobacco industry but it was considered rather dirty money – people whose funding was from other sources maintained that their hands were rather cleaner. One of the big funders of cancer research at that time was the Cancer Research Campaign. The Cancer Research Campaign used to fund some laboratories situated on the campus of Nottingham University, just opposite the Queen’s Medical Centre. The Director of these labs was a Prof Baldwin. I worked at those labs for three months in the autumn of 1987. There was a lot of funding from the CRC going into those labs and a lot of staff there, mostly junior researchers and some PhD students. There were four people who called themselves ‘the academics’, who were senior researchers leading the teams. However something very odd was going on there and, as at RPMS, there was a real ‘spirit of the blitz’ among the junior researchers – who were actually a very friendly bunch -in the face of much mistreatment and pompousing from ‘the academics’ and Baldwin, so there used to be a lot of anecdotes circulating around and discussion regarding The Puzzle. The Puzzle was – what were ‘the academics’ and Baldwin actually doing? The junior researchers were all being given utterly meaningless tasks and short-term projects which they were bright enough to realise could not be contributing to any overall meaningful research programme. The PhD students were expressing bitter regret that they had ever gone there and were in despair concerning their own projects. And one man was supposed to have been registered for an MSc – he had been doing it for eight years and there was no sign of it emerging. The ‘academics’ and Baldwin worked in complete secrecy and held research meetings between themselves to which no-one else was ever invited. People left this place at a rate of knots – it’s why I only stayed three months – because the atmosphere was oppressive and no-one was involved in any meaningful research. Medical students on placement from Nottingham Medical School also noticed how very strange these labs were. Whilst I was there, the staff openly discussed that what was going on – or indeed not going on – was a disgrace, that people were donating money to the Cancer Research Campaign in good faith and it was not being put to good use. No-one who worked there would ever donate to the CRC themselves because of this – indeed I don’t donate to cancer research because of what I know went on, although a lot of people have just assumed that I’m uncharitable when I haven’t handed dosh over in the face of people running marathons, wearing ribbons etc. So part of The Puzzle was how Baldwin et al managed to continue to secure funding for their labs from the CRC when no-one was doing anything. There was another bit to of The Puzzle as well. Baldwin and ‘the academics’ claimed to be working in partnership with an American pharmaceutical company and executives from this company would fly in from America, make their way to Nottingham and would present seminars – to which we were all invited, unlike the meetings between ‘the academics’. These seminars were a wonder to behold – the Americans would praise our work, thank us for the fantastic results that we had all produced and pay glowing tributes to these labs, making jokes about how they were working on a certain idea, but no doubt Nottingham CRC labs would get there first. After these grateful presentations from the Americans, the conversations among the staff would always be the same – what results were they talking about? No-one knew anyone in the labs who had produced any such results. Baldwin and ‘the academics’ wouldn’t have been able to produce all these fantastic results alone, they would need researchers working in labs to do it. So presumably Baldwin and ‘the academics’ had another set of world-class labs somewhere else producing all this research that so wowed the Americans and the Americans kept turning up in Nottingham by mistake.

A few years ago my friend Brown told me that on a visit to Nottingham University he noticed that ‘those CRC labs where you used to work have been demolished’. I am of the opinion that an awful lot of the institutions that have featured on this blog could be demolished and a lot of people would be rather better off, even if the well-paid people employed in those institutions are pursuing causes that are close to their hearts.