What Time’s Chaos?

Over the last couple of days there has been a great deal of media coverage regarding the chaos and misery that has been caused by the type of gaming machines that are now found on almost every high street since the Gambling Act 2005 liberalised the legislation. Carolyn Harris, a Labour AM  and Tom Watson, Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, have been two of the loudest voices discussing the misery and bankruptcies that have resulted as gambling addicts found that the sky was the limit. What everyone has tactfully avoided mentioning was that the person who was most enthusiastic about widening the jaws of the gambling industry and who loftily dismissed all warnings that the Gambling Act 2005 would cause substantial problems was St Tessa the Inspirational Sex Trafficker who was the subject of so many sentimental tributes from so many people just days ago (see post ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’).

Having followed Tessa’s bright ideas with regard to gambling, the Gov’t has of course now taken on board her advice re the future direction of research into brain tumours and £65 million has been allocated to fund Tessa’s ill-informed and batty notions.

 

After the sad death of the Inspirational Sex Trafficker, a reader sent me a link to someone whom Tessa knew from their days together at Camden Borough Council, asking me if I was aware of this person. Yes I was and she has featured on this blog, but readers may well have missed it because the blog has become so extensive that the navigation system is now utterly inadequate. I must apologise for this, I had hoped to have taken a fortnight off by now to design a better system but I keep uncovering info that I really want to get up on the blog before those responsible disappear in a puff of smoke as they sometimes do. Having found the ‘memorandum’ written by Dafydd in 2008 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) there is yet more that I will be prioritising before I take a break. The NHS and Community Care Act 1990 could have been tailor made for Dafydd to expand his empire, it is quite extraordinary because everyone concerned with drafting that legislation and getting it through Parliament knew the enormity of Dafydd’s wrongdoing – there’ll be more about this going up on the blog soon.

Get a few more curries and pints down you Ken Clarke, before even more details of that very sordid deal that you struck with the BMA whom you loathed appear on this blog. I’m beginning to think that if anyone should be prosecuted for crimes against humanity it should be Ken Clarke…

So please readers bear with the hopeless navigation system a while longer – there is now a mass of info on the blog with the names of many criminals and accessories great and small, you will find info if you persevere – I’ll improve on it as soon as I have time.

 

Regarding Tessa’s mate at Camden Social Services who my correspondent wanted to see featured, I’ll briefly remind everyone of her now, as she has been lost in the depths of previous posts. I am talking Baroness Helene Hayman, who I am told is pretty hideous. On the basis of the Baroness’s biography I would not expect anything different.

 

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Lord Speaker
In office
4 July 2006 – 31 August 2011
Preceded by Lord Falcolner
(as Lord Chancellor)
Succeeded by Baroness de Souza
Member of the House of Lords
Assumed office
2 January 1996
Life Peerage
Nominated by John Major
Member of Parliament
for Welwyn and Hatfield
In office
10 October 1974 – 3 May 1979
Personal details
Born 26 March 1949
Political party Crossbench
Other political
affiliations
Labour (until 2006)
Spouse Martin Heathcote Hayman (m. 1974; 4 sons)

The daughter of Maurice (a dentist) and Maude Middleweek, Hayman read law at Newnham College, Cambridge. She was President of the Cambridge Union Society in 1969. She worked for Shelter, 1969–71 and for the Camden Social Services, 1971–74, when she was named Deputy Director of the National Council for One Parent Families.

So far, the biography of a middle ranking paedophiles’ friend. But look what Helene did next:

Helene was a member of the Bloomsbury Health Authority (later Bloomsbury and Islington Health Authority) from 1985–92, and its Vice-Chair from 1988 onwards.

OK Helene, you knew about that paedophile ring that operated in the children’s homes in Islington, the crimes of which spilt over into the NHS in the area. Dafydd had contacts down there in 1987 – he and his henchmen TOLD me. I was living in Harringay at that time and in Jan 1987 I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, escorted by Angels, driven to a railway station and literally put on a train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA and don’t ever come back to north Wales again’. Clwyd Health Authority even purchased my train ticket for me. Before I was taken out of the hospital under guard, Dafydd told me that he had telephoned the Social Services in Haringey to tell them that I was being sent back to their patch and that he had given them my address. This was not an official referral for any sort of care – I was told quite bluntly that it was to ensure that Dafydd’s contacts in the Islington/Haringey area could ‘keep an eye’ on me.

By the way, the documents compiled by Dafydd et al about that period of time are inaccurate. Staff at the North Wales Hospital forged discharge documents which were post-dated and signed by a junior doctor whom I had never met, who claimed to have assessed me at discharge and found that I was suffering from schizophrenia no less. On the date that this man allegedly assessed me and discharged me from Denbigh, I was sitting in a lecture theatre in Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School.

 

Helene served on the ethics committee of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1982–97.

Ah, so Helene was on that committee during 1989-91, when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School with Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and his team – who, along with many other people in the institution, were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, as well as a linked paedophile ring in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Chamberlain had been a friend and colleague of Prof Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics – who’s office was just down the other end of the corridor from Chamberlain – who was jailed in 1986 for the possession of a huge amount of child porn which he kept in his offices in the Medical School. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

Helene was still on the committee when Chamberlain and his colleague Malcolm Pearce were involved in a big research fraud which hit the media in the mid-1990s (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Malcolm was subsequently struck off, but Chamberlain wasn’t, although he did have to resign as President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists. Meanwhile, up in north Wales, the North Wales Police investigated the paedophile ring which Chamberlain et al were concealing and in 1993 the North Wales Police concluded that it did not exist.

Helene also sat on the ethics committee of the UCL and UCH, 1987–97. There were numerous links between UCL and UCH and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and elsewhere, including the link to Prof Pauline Horne of the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Pauline was the mistress and colleague of Prof Fergus Lowe, also of the School of Psychology at Bangor. Dafydd had previously dominated that School until Fergus gained the upper hand in about 1987, using his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes and the paedophile gang to do this. The School of Psychology trained clinical psychologists based at the North Wales Hospital and conducted research in collaboration with those facilitating the paedophile gang (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’). Pauline arrived at the Psychology Dept at Bangor in 1976, having completed an MPhil in biochemistry at UCL, 1974-76 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

There were a great many things happening at UCH and UCL that shouldn’t have been whilst Helene sat on their ethics committees.

From 1992–97, Helene was a member of the Council of University College, London and Chair of Whittington Hospital NHS Trust.

 

Hayman was given a peerage in Jan 1996. That was after Nicola Davies QC had stated that a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would not be in the public interest, but before William Hague changed his mind five months later and announced a public inquiry into the matter. My posts ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ and ‘Heart of Darkness ‘ detail how key figures in north Wales, as well as Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and his senior colleagues, were on manouevres from 1994 and preparing for the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’) and the subsequent public inquiry which no-one knew was going to happen.

After Blair came to power in May 1997, Hayman served as a junior Minister in the Dept for Environment and the Dept of Health before being appointed Minister of State at MAFF in July 1999. So Hayman was in the DoH whilst Sir Ronnie was gathering his thoughts after hearing evidence from the witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry and when he was putting pen to paper to compile the whitewash. Hayman was a Health Minister under Secretary of State Frank Dobson – the Dobbo who had previously been a Camden Borough Councillor and who, during his many years as MP for Holborn and St Pancras (1979-2015), completely ignored the under-aged prostitutes selling their services in that area, most of whom were kids in care. Dobbo, if I saw those kids – and even managed to talk to some of them – during my three years in London, what the fuck was wrong with you? By the way, the kids whom I spoke to had been in care in Swansea and run away.

I noticed the destitute Empowered Service Users on Dobbo’s patch as well which he had somehow missed, as no doubt did Baroness Hayman.

In 2001 Hayman left political office to become Chairman of Cancer Research UK! See posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’, ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Much Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’ for details of the years of research fraud and misconduct which pervaded CR UK. Baroness Hayman was obviously just the right person to Chair the organisation.

Hayman became Chair of the Human Tissue Authority in 2005. She was a Trustee of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew (2002–2006) and of the Tropical Health and Education Trust (2005–06).

Helene was a member of the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority in 2005-06. Despite all the noises about ethics and regulation, the fertility industry has done pretty much whatever it has felt like since the technologies were first developed (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’). Patients are misled, swindled and charged much money for procedures which the Top Doctors who are carrying them out know are highly unlikely to succeed – this has now been admitted, as more and more scandals emerge from fertility clinics.

The Baroness was a member of the Lords Select Committee on the Assisted Dying for the Terminally Ill Bill, 2004–05 and of the Lords Constitution Committee, 2005–06.

 

Doesn’t that biography just reassure one that the right people have their hands on the levers of power?

 

Helene Hayman’s husband Martin has worked for Plessey Co; ITT; Pullman Kellogg; was Secretary and Chief Legal Adviser for Cadbury Schweppes, 1978-88; and Group Secretary and Head of Group Legal Services for Standard Chartered Bank, 1988-2000.

 

I mentioned that after Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned me, in Jan 1987 the locked doors of the North Wales Hospital were opened and I was rushed out of there under guard of Angels and driven at high speed to the railway station and put on a train to London.  On that occasion it was an Angel who drove the car, which is yet another factor that suggests something highly irregular was happening. The NHS is utterly bogged down with red tape and it is usually only certain staff working in community roles who have permission (and insurance) to carry patients as passengers in their cars. If a Denbigh patient needed to be transported, it was supposed to be by ambulance, police or a hospital car. When I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to Bangor Magistrates Court – only to find that all charges against me had been dropped, but because I’d been sectioned by Dafydd the day before after being illegally detained in the first place, I was taken straight back to Denbigh – I was taken in a hospital car, as I was for the return journey.

The Angels at Denbigh obviously knew which of those drivers of hospital cars – they were local people who were volunteer drivers for the NHS – were safe hands or not. Before I got into the car to go to Bangor Magistrates Court, an Angel told me not to talk to the driver even if she tried to talk to me because she was a gossip and was always trying to ‘find out what the patients had done’. I am well used to the power of gossip and the purposes for which is used, but the lady driving the car was pleasant and friendly and asked no intrusive questions at all. Er – I was being held in that hospital illegally and those Angels knew it. Whilst I was in Denbigh I found out that nearly every other patient in that ward with me was also being held there illegally. There had been no proper procedures followed with any of us. We had all been arrested on ludicrous charges which were later dropped and were taken to Denbigh in the middle of the night by colluding police officers or ambulance staff. Some patients had been transferred in irregular ways from Risley Remand Centre or other institutions controlled by Dafydd and the paedophiles. One man had been transferred to our ward from another ward – he had been in Denbigh since he was a teenager and had not had any visitors for years. One young woman asked me to help her because she had been kept ‘in an attic’ for three days by ‘a doctor and some men’ where she had been sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’).

No wonder those Angels didn’t want me striking up a conversation with the driver of the car.

On the way back to Denbigh the Angels had no such fears about me chatting to the driver. I know why. Because his sole topic of the conversation was Nutters Whom I Have Transported and I heard many anecdotes regarding the madness of other patients. This man was particularly vexed about having transported one patient whom he claimed was ‘terrible’. She had tried to get out of the car – I wonder why?? – had fought the Angels and had insulted him. She was an Irish woman who had called him a ‘Welsh corgi’ – as he was driving her to London.

So Dafydd, who was the Irish woman whom you abducted and where in London was she taken?

Anyone fancy tracing all the residents of Denbigh who had worked as volunteer drivers for the NHS and seeing what they remember from their time transporting the abducted victims of a sex trafficking ring?

 

One MP who served the constituency of Denbigh for a very long time was Geriant Morgan, who was MP for Denbigh 1959-83. Morgan was barrister who had trained at Abersytwyth University and Trinity Hall, Cambridge. He was known to take a lot more interest in his legal practice than his work as an MP. Yet the folk of Denbigh loved him. I would expect that because he certainly asked no questions about what was going on in the North Wales Hospital where virtually the entire adult population of the town worked. However, the good burghers of Denbigh were particularly pleased when those who owned houses near the A55 received compensation when the road was upgraded. Many of them personally thanked Geraint, so they must have received quite a windfall.

Paedophiles’ friend employed in the North Wales Hospital who endures the trauma of the road nearby being upgraded? You’ll get compensation. Someone who was raped and battered in a children’s home in north Wales and trafficked into prostitution? You’re telling a pack of lies to get your criminal hands on money. Mary Wynch, illegally imprisoned for a year in Denbigh, fleeced of her property by Dafydd and who proved her case? She’s awarded compensation, but Clwyd Health Authority simply refuse to hand the dosh over and some three years later Michael Howard the Home Secretary ruins her.

So presumably the upgrading of the A55 was yet another part of the infrastructure of north Wales that was the result of a dirty deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

Geraint Morgan was a Tory. Although he was a barrister, he didn’t practice on the Chester and Wales Circuit. He practised on the Northern Circuit. As did George Carman QC, the corrupt barrister who later made it big in London. Cherie Booth worked in Carman’s Chambers and Tony Blair worked as his junior.

I have mentioned previously that Dafydd and the paedophiles’ often took me to courts many miles away from where I lived in their efforts to gain High Court injunctions against me, imprison me, etc. The injunction that Gwynedd Social Services obtained against me on the basis of the perjury of two social workers – one who had never met me and one who had met me at most three times – was issued by Sir John Kay sitting in Leeds (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Which I found puzzling because I was living in Bethesda at the time. Sir John Kay QC worked for years as a barrister – on the Northern Circuit. Indeed, he was Presiding Judge  of the Northern Circuit, 1994-99. Kay’s Chambers were in Liverpool and before he became a barrister he was a tutor in law at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and place of employment of so many paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

The Liverpool of the Beatles, who in 1967 visited Bangor Normal College for a transcendental meditation session with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Bangor Normal College was a teacher training college which hosted so many paedophiles’ friends. The Beatles were mates with Cilla, the Cilla who was a personal friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain and enjoyed a lorra lorra laffs with him. Liverpool produced another celebrity scouser as well, but because she’s not in showbiz I keep forgetting that she’s a Liver Bird – Cherie.

Sir John Kay was a member of Gray’s Inn. As was Geraint Morgan. As was Sir William Mars-Jones, the boy from Denbigh who made it big in law in London and served as Dafydd’s Big Mate and was Ronnie Waterhouse’s pupil master and friend.

John Kay’s son Ben is the English rugby international.

 

Whilst checking the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board website a few days ago I discovered that a new Chair has been appointed to the Velindre NHS Trust – Professor Donna Mead. Professor Mead trained in Merthyr School of Nursing ‘winning the Gold Medal for best student in training’. Donna’s ‘early clinical experiences sparked off a desire to work with children and she eventually became a paediatric ward sister’.

OK, so Donna will have known about the abuse of kids in care in the Rhondda which was happening, but being a gold medallist she remained as silent as everyone else on the matter.

From 1983-85 Donna studied at the University of Manchester where she obtained an MSc and successfully completed teacher training. Mead took up her first teaching post. She shortly thereafter set up and led the first Bachelor of Nursing course in the North East Wales Institute, Wrexham and became a Consultant Nurse with Clwyd Health Authority.

So Donna worked for Dafydd and the paedophiles in a leading role and established a course at the institution governed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

In 1989, Donna moved to the Nursing Research Unit at the University of Wales College of Medicine. The University of Wales College of Medicine were not only concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but they were concealing a great deal of wrongdoing in their own institution. Donna worked on an all Wales study into primary nursing, which was commissioned by the Welsh Office, Nursing Division. That was when the Welsh Office were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, under Secretaries of State Peter Walker and then David Hunt, who both excelled in refusing to investigate suspicious deaths and serious offences (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

During this time Donna began her Doctoral studies.

Donna was appointed Assistant Director of the School of Nursing and Midwifery and Health Care at the University of Wales, Swansea in 1991. That was the year that a police investigation was launched into the abuse of children on Donna’s former patch in Clwyd! Donna was Head of Research and Graduate Studies at Swansea.

In 1996, Donna was appointed Professor of Nursing and Head of the School of Care Sciences at the University of Glamorgan. A Chair three years after completing her PhD! That is pretty impressive for a paedophiles’ friend from Clwyd, even for someone who won a Gold Medal when she was at the Merthyr School of Nursing.

When the University of Glamorgan reorganised into five faculties in 2005, Professor Mead became the Dean of the newly formed Faculty of Health, Sport and Science. That same year she was also awarded the RCN Welsh Board record of achievement.

You’re going to hate me Donna, but guess what? I knew one of your students who studied on a course in your Faculty between 2005-08 and she was less than impressed. In fact she was so underwhelmed that she invited me down to meet her fellow students who all had serious complaints about their courses. I was researching for a book on HE policy at the time and I conducted interviews with a whole variety of students at different universities. The anecdotes from the students in your Faculty were the worst by far. One student was so pissed off that he said ‘this University has lied about the course and the opportunities available and I consider that I have been cheated’. I asked him if he could expand and he said ‘no, I can’t say it any more clearly than that’.

The student I knew who was studying in Donna’s Faculty was studying Sports Science. She told me that had she known what Glamorgan was going to be like, she would have gone to Bangor instead, but because she’d grown up near Caernarfon she wanted to experience the wider world so gave Glamorgan a try. After accumulating a great deal of debt she emerged with her Sports Science degree. By that time, her mum had moved down from Gwynedd to Abercynon to live near her and she had also met her future husband, so after she graduated they all rented a place in Abercynon. My friend then found that everybody in the Sports Science world was turning their noses up at her degree because it was from Glamorgan, so like many students she found that it was necessary to gain another qualification. She had no money but was able to live very cheaply with her mum and boyfriend in Abercynon, so the only option for another course was dear old Glamorgan University which was almost on their doorstep.

She decided to do a course in Sports Massage. My friend is dyslexic and this was known to Glamorgan when she was an undergrad – she received a small grant for a computer on these grounds. When she registered for the Sports Massage course, she filled in the appropriate paperwork which included the info that she was dyslexic. Nothing was said and she embarked upon the one year course. Towards the end of the course her mum rang me in desperation asking for my advice. The examiner on her daughter’s course had stated that she could not be allowed to qualify as a Sports Massager because, being dyslexic, she would ‘be a danger to clients’. My first thought was not ‘disability discrimination’ but QUE???

Further investigation revealed that the person coming out with this bollocks was not appropriately qualified to assess the students. Better than that, they were not appropriately qualified at all. Their qualification had been awarded by a ‘private college’ – which did not exist in terms of it being a building with students in. After discovering this, I did more digging and uncovered an ever increasing mountain of crap. It transpired that the Sports Massage course that my friend and her peers had all been attending would not lead to a qualification from Glamorgan University at all – although the students had been led to believe that it would. What was the qualification that they would receive – assuming that they weren’t a Dangerous Dyslexic of course? Er – exactly the same Mickey Mouse qualification – from the ‘private college’ which didn’t physically exist – possessed by the idiot who believed that people with dyslexia couldn’t be let loose as massagers.

It transpired that the University of Glamorgan had allowed the person without a qualification to use their buildings and promote their course on Glamorgan University literature.

When we discovered the scale of the deception, my friend went into battle. She managed to retrieve the fees that she had paid for the qualification that wasn’t. She was back to square one – a graduate of Glamorgan with a Sports Science degree that wasn’t respected by the world of Sports Science. My friend began working with No Fit State Circus in Cardiff – she had worked with the circus since she left school for a number years before wasting her time with Professor Donna Mead of the Gold Medal. My friend moved into teaching circus skills once she became a bit too old to perform in the circus herself. Business is booming – my friend goes into schools to supplement the kids’ PE lessons and holds various events for a range of people re fitness training, including for kids in care whom it was found were not responding too positively to the usual lame rubbish that was on offer.

Donna is probably banging on about eating five a day and empowering service users.

Professor Mead has always maintained close links with the NHS. She was the HE representative on the Welsh NMC for six years and Chair for four years. This is a statutory committee which provided ‘independent, impartial advice to the Secretary of State for Wales’.

The NMC were the body who employed the man who shouted down the phone at me after I complained about being assaulted by an Angel in the Hergest Unit that ‘the witness statements will be destroyed after she is cleared’.

Some five years ago the NMC made a public apology after it was demonstrated that they had failed to discipline Angels for misconduct and abuse in numerous cases.

The NMC took no action against any of the staff who abused the patients in Tawel Fan. A few weeks ago however, they did strike off Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Donna led the team which produced the first ever policy document to be issued from the newly formed National Assembly for Wales, ‘Realising the Potential: A Strategy for Nursing, Midwifery and Health Visiting in Wales’.

I’m still waiting for the potential to be realised Donna. The state of nursing in Wales has got sorrier and sorrier and nurses are running away as fast as they can. No it’s not the money – scores of the nurses qualifying at Bangor are taking jobs in Cheshire and Staffordshire because they will not work for the Besti Board, having witnessed such gruesome events whilst they were students.

 

Professor Mead held the post of Non-Executive Director of the North Glamorgan NHS Trust for four years and is or was a Non-Executive Director of Gwent NHS Trust.

Those two Trusts are not without their problems.

Donna has served as the Welsh representative on the UK Council of Deans for Health for several terms. Her other positions have included the Chair of Rhondda Cynon Taf and Caerphilly Teaching Local Health Board, Vice-Chair of UCEA’s Clinical Academic Staff Advisory Group; member of the Welsh Group for Modernising Nursing Careers.

There is a hospital in Rhondda Cynon Taff with maternity services that are so bad that local women are doing all they can to avoid giving birth there.

Professor Mead has remained an active researcher. She currently holds research grants of £2 million. She is a member of the Medical Research Council College of Experts.

Can Professor Mead explain why, after she has been at the helm of the NHS in south Wales for so long, the health outcomes of people in south Wales – particularly Rhondda Cynon Taff – are so bad? Or did some of the £2 million in research grants get used for what so much research money that is given to people like Donna gets used for – to blame the patients for being too fat, too lazy or too drunk?

In 2009 Professor Mead received an OBE, the standard qualification for a paedophiles’ friend after a few decades of service.

 

So did Velindre NHS Trust suddenly go a bit mad the other day when it appointed one of Dafydd’s former colleagues as Chair? Well it obviously excelled when Donna was appointed, but Velindre did have previous.

Prior to the appointment of Donna, the Chair of Velindre NHS Trust was Rosemary Kennedy. Who has a CV as incriminating as Donna’s.

Rosemary trained at St.George’s Hospital London on the ‘2+1 Experimental Scheme gaining the Gold Medal’. Obviously Velindre does not consider making an appointment as Chair unless the person concerned is in possession of a Gold Medal from a troubled NHS institution dogged by scandal and complaints of patient harm. I know the sort of people who win Gold Medals at St George’s, they are not a pretty sight.

Rosemary was Chief Nursing Officer for Wales, 1999-10 and was responsible for the publication of several key nursing strategies for Wales including ‘Free to Lead: Free to Care’.  Well that was a success Rosemary, since then there has been the Tawel Fan Scandal. The abuse at Tawel Fan began on Rosemary’s watch. It could have been avoided if in 1999 Rosemary and her then boss Jane Hutt had responded to the complaints of abuse and serious misconduct on the part of Angels in north Wales from patients. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Dr Brian Gibbons had. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Edwina Hart had. Or indeed if anyone at all had.

In addition, Rosemary gained a commission in the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Army Nursing Corps (Territorial Army) in 1984 and held all top level unit posts culminating in the appointment of Commanding Officer of a TA Field Hospital. So Rosemary will know all about Stephen Gallagher, the dangerous dishonest nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his equally dangerous dishonest colleague Andrew Parry who regularly put lives at risk (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’). They are both in the TA and after Gallagher found himself in trouble yet again for insulting and threatening patients, stories about Major Gallagher’s heroic life saving activities whilst he served in Afghanistan appeared in the London broadsheets. The stories were substantially untrue. Do you know anything about this Rosemary?

It was on Rosemary’s watch that Gallagher’s colleague senior Angel Alan Roberts threatened me. My complaint was never investigated and some years later Alan Roberts threw an elderly lady patient against a drinks machine in Ysbyty Gwynedd, injuring her. No, Roberts was still not struck off. Roberts’s wife is a senior Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd who ‘stood by him’ during that terrible ordeal of his when one of his colleagues dared blow the whistle on him for violently assaulting an elderly lady. Alan Roberts’s son is also an Angel.

After stepping down as the Chief Nursing Officer in September 2010, Rosemary was appointed Chairman of Velindre in Jan 2011. With a record like Rosemary’s what could go wrong at Velindre? Whatever did will now be well-concealed by Donna under mountains of NHS-speak about excellence and learning lessons.

 

Being of the paedophiles’ friends from the north Wales NHS, Donna Mead might well know the fearsome Professor Fiona Irvine, who’s bullying and deceit featured in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. Fiona Irvine had a partner in crime – a ‘senior nurse tutor’ called Gwerfyl Roberts. Like Fiona and Donna, before becoming a Nursing Academic, Gerfyl worked as an Angel in the highly dysfunctional NHS in north Wales. I think that Gwerfyl worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Gwerfyl was Fiona’s minion and nearly as nasty. Like Fiona, Gwerfyl’s grasp of social sciences was so shaky that her comments on students’ work were misspelt, did not make sense and occasionally contained words which did not exist, which entertained everybody.

Gwerfyl was a specialist in ‘cultural competence’ in nursing no less. Cultural competence in nursing is very important, but I am not convinced that Gwerfyl understood what ‘cultural competence’ is. Gwerfyl thought that it just meant speaking Welsh. By adhering to this notion, Gwerfyl displayed very impressive shortcomings in cultural competence. She spoke Welsh in front of staff and students of hers who did not speak any Welsh at all, including at their leaving parties, which did rather exclude them. Now that can sometimes just be thoughtlessness – if you are used to communicating most of the time in one language and most of those in your circle also communicate in that language, it is understandably very easy to forget that you might be excluding someone. However Gwerfyl went rather further than that.

The expert in cultural competence in nursing really did not like Foreigners. Particularly if they were not white. This caused problems at the School of Healthcare Sciences – they kept on accepting overseas students because they brought so much money in, but Gwerfyl continued to hate Foreigners. Gwerfyl hated Foreigners because they didn’t speak English (let alone Welsh). It was true that some of the overseas students in the School of Healthcare Sciences had very poor English, but there was a reason for that. It was because the School of Healthcare Sciences was so desperate to get its paws on the dosh which came with the Foreigners that they worked a fiddle and accepted students whom they knew did not have good enough English to register with the University. Their modus operandi was to get the Foreigners through the doors, relieve them of their fees and after a few months make life so unpleasant for the Foreigners that the Foreigners would leave.

Gwerfyl was so affronted by one Foreigner – who was actually an Iraqi Top Doctor but I don’t know that Gwerfyl ever got as far as finding that out – that she declared a state of emergency. On the grounds that ‘He Stinks’. The Smelly Foreigner was such a problem that Gwerfyl sent up the distress flare whilst she was at Anglesey Airport waiting to go to Cardiff – probably to attend a conference on cultural competence, its not as if she could drive down or go on the train, she used to like to fly, with the paedophiles’ friends who double up as politicians in north Wales. I knew the person who witnessed Gwerfyl sending an e mail to her fellow Angel tutors headed ‘It’s an emergency, he stinks and is not to be allowed into the building’. He wasn’t either, the Grand Plan was to change the entry codes on the doors and not tell the Smelly Foreigner what the new codes were.

The Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at the time was fully on board with the plan to lock the Smelly Foreigner out – that was Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone, who is now a member of the Betsi Board.

 

Like Donna, Gwerfyl Did Research. Namely research into cultural competence, for which she was funded by the Welsh Language Board, which at the time when the purse strings were loosed was Chaired by dear old Meri Huws, a paedophiles’ friend who worked as a community social worker in the 1980s for Gwynedd Social Services, in the community which included the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor, where kids were abused and trafficked to Dolphin Square and other locations (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

Gwerfyl’s research into cultural competence consisted of producing a series of ‘briefing papers’, which were short simple leaflets in which guidance for conducting a research project at the level of a Bachelor’s student was printed in Welsh. I say a series – the plan was to produce a series, but I understood that only two briefing papers were ever produced. The first briefing paper was called, imaginatively, ‘Papur Brifio Un’ (Briefing Paper One). I read of Papur Brifio Un, it was hilarious and I couldn’t fathom how Gwerfyl managed to make so little work funded by the Welsh Language Board stretch over so long to write Papur Brifio Un. The following year I was told that Gwerfyl had produced ‘Papur Brifio Dau’ (Briefing Paper Two). When I asked my informant what was in Papur Brifio Dau, I was told ‘exactly the same crap that was in Papur Brifio Un’.

Then I accessed a document in which Gwerfyl had explained her dissemination strategy for her Research Into Cultural Competence. It was to take the Papurau Brifio to the National Eisteddfod and give them out to the visitors there. That was it. I could understand Gwerfyl using the Eisteddfod to promote a volume on Welsh literature, history etc and I know some very impressive work in the field of Welsh language scholarship which has been presented at the Eisteddfod, but I don’t think that Papur Brifio Un – or indeed Dau – fell into that category. And they certainly didn’t fall into the category of research into cultural competence in healthcare, so I’m not sure what Gwerfyl thought that she was doing.

Meri at the Welsh Language Board also gave Gwerfyl the dosh for a PhD studentship in the area of cultural competence in healthcare research. A very bright first language Welsh speaker was awarded the scholarship and Meri had her photo taken with him. He did not finish his PhD. Gwerfyl didn’t have the ability to supervise a PhD student, so Fiona Irvine supervised him and basically grabbed him by the neck and shook him about until his head fell off.

Did this disaster hold Gwerfyl back? Of course it didn’t. She applied for promotion and got it – simply on the grounds of time served. Gwerfyl was determined to get that promotion – she harboured massive resentment towards Bangor University and was telling everyone that they owed her. The reason was, according to Gwerfyl, that the University had mistreated her husband. He had been, many years previously, a lecturer in the maths dept and had been made redundant. The maths dept was one of the depts at UCNW that was closed as a result of Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer’s axe in the mid 1980s. The axe that was planned to murder the whole institution, but because the place was full of people who had facilitated or concealed the paedophile gang which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison and Swinnerton-Dyer was reminded of this by PVC Prof Alwyn Roberts, only the drama, philosophy and maths depts got the chop (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

So Gwerfyl was an Angel at the time of Peak Paedophilia in north Wales when all those investigations and inquiries inexplicably drew a blank and her husband worked with so many of those who were involved in it up to their eye-balls.

Do you and your husband have anything to declare Gwerfyl?

 

Someone else who owes their career as a paedophiles’ friend to Meri Huws is Sara Ryan. Sara Ryan was for many years the leader of the Independent Advocacy Association for mental health service users in Gwynedd. This was the Independent Advocacy Association which was funded by Gwynedd Health Authority, the North West Wales NHS Trust and I think Gwynedd County Council and which refused to support people with serious complaints. Including all those deaths that took place during Sara’s term of office. Sara had a colleague in the Independent Advocacy Association, a woman called Marilyn (or it might have been Marion). Sara and Marilyn/Marion were Strong Wimmin. Marilyn/Marion’s partner was a Service User herself and committed suicide. Marilyn/Marion suffered a breakdown and then disappeared from Bangor. Because she had been given a job as an Independent Advocate at Broadmoor Hospital, where Jimmy Savile  was sexually assaulting the patients. He must have quaked in his boots when Marilyn/Marion turned up.

Sara and Marilyn ran the utterly laughable Independent Advocacy Association throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. As patients with evidence became destitute and were found dead.

Sara’s road to success had been the MA in Wimmin’s Studies that she did with Meri Huws! It was that which deemed her suitable for leading the Independent Advocacy Association which did what it was told by a gang of paedophiles.

So who got Marilyn/Marion the job at Broadmoor then?

Sara Ryan was responsible for the appointment of the volunteers who worked as advocates. Every single person appointed but one was a mental health patient who was dependent upon the ‘service’ for their benefits and what little ‘support’ there was. Furthermore Sara systematically selected patients who were passive and intimidated by the Top Doctors and the ones with no post-16 education. There were patients around with higher degrees who had been employed in professional jobs and patients who were very voluble about the appalling ‘service’, but Sara avoided them like the plague. Two volunteers who did dare speak out were dismissed.

There was one person taken on by Sara who was not a patient. That was the wife of a lecturer who had taught me when I was at UCNW, who was working there when the institution was run by paedophiles’ friends and when Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr D.G.E. Wood were sitting in the Student Health Centre assisting with the sex trafficking ring. The lecturer worked in the School of Plant Biology and was a colleague of Wood’s wife.

The wife of this man will have known much about the paedophiles’ friends and the wrongdoing of those who were employed in UCNW. She knew about another bunch of paedophiles’ friends as well – those in Anglesey County Council, because she had been a Councillor but they had treated her so badly that she stood down. Her explanation was that they were ‘sexist men’. No, they were assisting a gang of paedophiles, that was the problem. Who is this lady who conflates sexist men with a gang of paedophiles and who was of course deemed suitable for life as an Independent Advocate?

Step forward Angie Gliddon, whom I think recently joined Anglesey County Council again. After her faithful service to the paedophiles’ friends as an Independent Advocate, Angie hit the jackpot – she bagged a job in Bangor University as a clinical trials manager! Fergus Lowe ultimately oversaw such work in Bangor. So Angie was back safely in the arms of the paedophiles’ friends again…

I last saw Angie at a public lecture in Bangor given by two spokespeople for the NHS. The father of a young woman who had been a mental health patient who had died as a result of the most appalling clinical negligence had, in the questions part of the session, dared question those telling us how great the NHS is. I was so pissed off with the stream of propaganda that I didn’t dare say a word. On my way out of the lecture theatre, Angie walked past and said to me ‘ooh you can’t complain about the NHS can you, they’re so good’.

Angie you big invertebrate, in north Wales they are fucking dreadful and you know it. You sat in that Advocacy office for years knowing that patients were being seriously neglected, abused, exploited, fitted up for crimes and left to die and you didn’t say a thing. You also knew what was going on in UCNW in the 80s. You might not have liked those letters that Brown and me wrote which were published in the London based newspapers about what was happening to psychiatric patients, but don’t ever tell me that ‘they’re so good’. I am now living in hiding after being threatened by a man with a gun and attempts to run me off the road at high speed. And you were traumatised by a few ‘sexist men’…

Oh – I forgot. There’s a reason why Angie wouldn’t speak ill of the paedophiles. In the 1983 General Election, Angie stood as the Labour candidate for Anglesey.

Well you wouldn’t wanted to have screamed from the roof tops ‘Thatcher’s friend and the Tory MP for Chester is holding sex parties with kids in care in north Wales’ would you Angie? Because of all those people in the Labour Party who were involved in the cover-up as well. Like a bloody great Windbag who’s wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends from her earliest years…

On 9 June 1983 Thatcher won the election. On 13 June 1983 she appointed Sir Peter Morrison as Minister of State for Employment.

Whilst Angie and her mates whinged on about the sins of those who voted Tory, within a year Brown and me were under attack because we had dared complain about one of those who was running the paedophile gang.

God save me from Strong Wimmin Who Care.

Remember this Angie?

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I hope that you think that your silence was worth it.

 

Another one of those about whom we really mustn’t complain is Vera Wilson. For many years Vera was a leading light among the Directors of the Welsh Ambulance Service, but she resigned in 2010. When Vera was involved with the Welsh Ambulance Service, I was shown a document which Vera had written. It was very Gwerfyl-like, a sort of Papur Brifio Un, in which Vera had tried to critique some work that the NHS had commissioned. The work was of a good standard but Vera had taken umbrage because the person who had written the plan didn’t do what Vera wanted. The key problem was that Vera knew absolutely nothing about the research that had been commissioned so was in no position to start raising objections. The person who had been obstructed by Vera told me that Vera was a well-known pain in the bum who clogged up committees in north Wales. I discovered that Vera was a member of the Betsi CHC – a notorious collection of paedophiles’ friends – and was also on the Board of Dwr Cymru/Welsh Water. I was however more interested in Vera’s involvement with the Air Ambulance service in Yorkshire of all places. I never found out what hold Vera had over the Air Ambulances of the UK, but Vera is listed as being a ‘Welsh Gov’t appointment’ with regard to her membership of the CHC. So she’s got dirt on someone which she is keeping under her hat.

 

Now to return to Cedar Court (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). I have now discovered a little bit more about this establishment, which was run by two psychiatrists and one of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s ex-wives and, I am told, was quietly transferring ‘problematic patients’ to The Priory.

Cedar Court was located in Colwyn Bay and it opened in 1997. It was a Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit and replaced Gwynfa Unit when Gwynfa was closed. Gwynfa was the Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit at Colwyn Bay which starred in the Waterhouse Report. Even Waterhouse had to admit that the abuse of the young people there was dreadful. They were pushed out of windows, beaten, buggered and raped. There had been complaints but they were ignored and the ones which resulted in injury and couldn’t be ignored were explained away or concealed (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

The Angel in charge of Gwynfa was an ex-Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry. Berry lives in Colwyn Bay and is a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall. The psychiatrist attached to Gwynfa was Dr Barry Kiehn, who was employed by Gwynedd Health Authority. Most of the kids at Gwynfa were from Gwynedd rather than Clwyd.

It was realised that even Waterhouse was not going to be able to explain Gwynfa away and it was closed just after the Inquiry got underway. Cedar Court replaced it.

Guess what? Dafydd’s ex-wife and the two psychiatrists didn’t do a much better job than Nigel Berry and Dr Barry Kiehn, although for all I know, Khien might have been one of the Cedar Court psychiatrists. There was chaos and complaints, but Cedar Court remained open and young people continued to be sent there to be ‘helped’.

On 22 Dec 2005, HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales) issued a statement saying that Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services run by Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust were improving, despite the ‘pressure’ on them and that they were ‘generally good throughout’. Things were holding up as ever then, despite those bastard patients asking for services and creating ‘pressure’. Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust ran Cedar Court. The CEO of Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust was Gren Kershaw, a paedophiles’ friend with long record of service – in Yorkshire as well, before he ever got as far as north Wales (see post ‘How Much Do Staff Surveys Really Tell Us?’ and other posts).  The CEO of HIW at this time was Dr Peter Higson, who had previously been a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, then the general manager of Denbigh, then the general manager of the mental health services across north Wales after Denbigh closed down. Higson is now the Chair of the Betsi Board – it was placed in special measures a year after he became Chair, as a result of the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Cedar Court then received a glowing report  in 2007 with regard to its ‘educational services’ for the young patients. They weren’t just ‘generally good throughout’, they were very good ‘with outstanding features’. This report was compiled by Estyn (the Welsh equivalent of Ofsted), the inspector concerned being Jim Phillips.

Obviously Cedar Court was the place to be if you were a young person with difficulties.

Yet Cedar Court closed its doors just a few years ago. Why was this place of wonder shut down? Er, another inspection resulted in a truly damning report. Facilities, staffing, buildings, all not just inadequate but ‘completely inappropriate’. So inappropriate that there had nearly been a revolution caused by some of the kids who had been unfortunate enough to be sent there. The situation was so bad that dear old Cedar Court couldn’t be saved by the usual answer to north Wales’s problems, ‘a pot of money’. No, Cedar Court was such a disgrace that it was considered irretrievable. It was closed and a brand new Unit at Abergele was built. The powerpoint of the Abergele Hospital plans looked wonderful. However they must have put one of Dafydd’s relatives in charge again, because there has already been a suicide of a teenager who was discharged when she should not have been and other problems.

Give it another 15 years of serious complaints, patient harm, suicides and glowing inspection reports and someone will finally discover that Abergele Hospital is not up to scratch and it will be explained that it is because of ‘funding and resources’.

 

 

 

Finally, I was delighted to hear a victim of ‘prejudice against young women’ interviewed this morning on the ‘Today’ programme, namely Charlotte Hogg, who lost her job as Deputy Governor of the Bank of England because she ‘forgot’ to declare a conflict of interest, precisely that her brother holds one of the most senior jobs at Barclays plc. Charlotte did admit that she had ‘made a mistake’, but she has now ‘bounced back’, because her training and career has taught her ‘resilience’. Although she has obviously been a victim of discrimination, the pretty little thing.

Here is the ‘training and career’ that has taught Charlotte ‘resilience’ that has enabled her to ‘bounce back’ after her ‘mistake:

Her father is 3rd Viscount Hailsham, Douglas Hogg, a former Tory MP and Gov’t Minister, who is both a hereditary peer and a life peer. Her mother, Baroness Sarah Hogg, is a life peer in her own right and was brought up on the family estate of Kettlethorpe Hall. Her grandfather was Quintin Hogg, Lord Hailsham, the paedophiles’ friend who appointed so many other paedophiles’ friends to very senior positions (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

It was Douglas Hogg who was exposed in the Parliamentary expenses scandal in 2009 as having claimed for his moat to be cleaned on his expenses. Sarah Hogg was one of the Govt’s most senior advisers when the economy crashed on Black Monday in 1987. Ken Clarke admitted later that none of them saw it coming, knew why it had happened or had the foggiest idea what to do about it. Sarah Hogg knew what to do – she blamed the Bank of England, not herself or the Gov’t.

There’s Charlotte’s resilience for you. A result of centuries of privileged troughing and dreadful decisions blamed on anyone but a Hogg when the inevitable explosion happens.

 

 

My copy of the latest issue of the ‘London Review of Books’ arrived this morning and the main feature is a lengthy interview with Tariq Ali. Tariq does what he always does if he’s given media coverage – he bangs on at very great length about his revolutionary writing, his revolutionary thinking, his revolutionary actions and then provides a long analysis of why a revolution has not happened in the UK at any time during the last 6o years whilst Tariq has been working so hard to elicit one. Of course Tariq also mentions that his grandfather was the Prime Minister of the Punjab – but that their house was always full to the rafters with barefoot revolutionaries – and his time at Oxford, which only happened because his mum told him to go there.

Tariq drops the names of all the right people, reminisces about establishing ‘Black Dwarf’, mentions Vietnam and 1968 a few times and remembers that he knew a woman from Wales who planned to set up terrorist cells across Wales. Tariq has quite a good knowledge of north west Wales because he was a friend of Bertrand Russell, who spent the last part of his life living near Penrhyndeudraeth. Russell completely destroyed many of the members of his immediate family during his lifetime – frequently using the services of Top Doctors to do this – and was horribly sexually exploitative. Read the details in my post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’. Russell was close to many of the paedophiles’ friends of a previous era, the generation just before Dafydd. Because of the way that things work in north Wales, many of Russell’s circle are linked to the paedophiles’ friends of recent years. Tariq Ali undoubtedly knew some of what was happening in north Wales, being acquainted with Russell, figures on the left and London life in the 60s, 70s and 80s.

You could have started the revolution if you had really wanted Tariq. All you needed to have done – like Angie Gliddon – was to grass up the criminals and the enormity of the crimes that Thatcher’s Gov’t was concealing. But that would have meant landing some of your less scrupulous mates in it because they were involved as well…

I’ve named everyone involved on this blog Tariq. I don’t ask readers for payment to access the info, it’s all here, free to anyone who wants to read it. I’ll come and join you when you open the revolution. If Mike Mansfield’s going to be joint-Che with you, let me know and I’ll bring the girls and gallons of champagne that Mr Mansfield needs to sustain himself whilst he’s being all leftie and radical. I presume that the revolution will be taking place near an agreeable restaurant? And of course within spitting distance of St Tommy’s Hospital, lest the UK’s finest Top Docs are needed should anyone be taken ill with revolutionary fervour, too much champers or high living. Ah – that’s the problem isn’t it – the revolution will involve a few sacrifices and a deal thrashed out with some of the most privileged people in the UK.

I won’t hold my breath…

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News Round Up, May 12 2017

Plas Meddyg, a GP’s surgery in Ruthin, has surpassed itself – Daily Post online are reporting that staff at the surgery refused to ask one of the doctors to help an 79 year old who had fallen and injured themselves outside because the doctors were all ‘too busy’. However a passing schoolgirl assisted the OAP. (Perhaps we should simply formally enlist the nation’s school pupils to run the NHS – after all, a schoolgirl was allowed into a clinic in Ysbyty Gwynedd to observe gynaecological investigations without patients consent – please see blog post ‘The BMA and It’s Ethics’.) In the wake of this story, patients of Plas Meddyg have come from all directions with their accounts of practices there. Allegations include: discrimination against the elderly by not allowing calls from landlines to be used to make appointments – appointments have to be made by text or e mail; two people who arrived at the surgery wanting to make appointments being told to go outside and phone in on their mobile phones to make the appointments; in February scores of patients receiving a letter saying that they would no longer be accepted as patients at the surgery due to the geographical area in which they lived – although many had been registered with the surgery for years – and that their medical records would be sent to a central office within 14 days of the date of the letter. One patient has commented of the surgery that ‘there is no empathy or compassion’. But there will be salaries of 100k pa or more for the doctors who work full time there… The surgery itself has stated that they have a ‘well documented complaints and compliments process’ and it is essential that patients use this to provide feedback. Well the surgery can find out what the patients think of them by reading the Post online now. Three local councillors have stated that they have had ‘constructive’ discussions with Plas Meddyg, with a view to the surgery ‘engaging meaningfully’ with the local community. They could try treating them as human beings deserving of respect. One of the councillors named was a Bobby Feely – a member of the Betsi Board no less. For readers who know no Welsh – ‘Plas Meddyg’ translates as ‘Doctor’s Palace’.

I reported recently (please read post ‘Those Who Care Are Concerned’) that the Top Doctors seem to be gearing up for a big scrap with the Westminster Government and as usual it hinges around their demands for more money. They’re pulling out all the stops now, the neurosurgeon Henry Marsh was given air time on Radio 4 this afternoon to vent his spleen about the state of the NHS. His solution? More money of course. Lots of it. Henry Marsh has recently retired but still does a bit of teaching. Where did he/does he work? None other than Atkinson Morley, St Georges Hospital Medical School! The employer of Prof Oliver Brooke who was imprisoned for the possession of huge quantities of child porn as well as all of those psychiatrists who ‘assessed’ me – and took as ‘evidence’ of my ‘dangerousness’ the word of a number of people in north Wales who were concealing a paedophile ring, although the letters written by those psychiatrists at St Georges demonstrated that they knew that the people with whom they were communicating were sexually exploiting patients themselves. As for Henry’s passionate defence of the NHS earlier today – at least two of the psychiatrists involved in taking advice from the associates of a paedophile gang defected to work at the Priory Group. Henry Marsh may well not have been involved in the sort of malpractice that I witnessed himself, but he will not have been able to spend his career working in that establishment without having some idea of the sort of things that were happening. One of Marsh’s bestsellers is entitled ‘Do No Harm’ – perhaps the subtitle should have been ‘do not remain silent about your criminal colleagues’.

I’ve just seen a newsflash on the Guardian’s website stating that NHS England’s (as well as parts of NHS Scotland’s) IT system has been disabled by a cyber-attack and that some doctors are reporting that they are receiving ‘demands for money’. That must have been a shock for them, it is usually they who are demanding money.

I was told that this was expected and now it’s official – Bangor University have announced that redundancies are on the way. Regular readers will know that I have discussed on this blog the activities of a number of Bangor University staff who have been involved in very questionable practices indeed. Sadly I fear that these will not be the people for the chop, particularly as Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone, the PVC for Research, is one of the culprits herself. No, Jo and her network in health, psychology and mental health research who have been involved in some truly shameful scams will sit tight and the people squeezed out will be the more junior staff on short-term contracts who are doing all the teaching and the most innovative research. And no doubt a few of the best professors who are sick to the back teeth of what Rycroft-Malone et al are actually doing to the University will take a lump sum and wave Bangor a fond farewell. So the only people who will actually leave are the people whom the University really needs – the others won’t go because they know that no-one else will employ them. I saw this again and again when I worked at Bangor. The problem at that time was particularly serious because the dreadful Lyn Meadows – now a member of the Betsi Board – was Director of HR. Meadows was the most ferocious bully and had a few chums like the psychopathic Professor Fergus Lowe and the extremely dim but mouthy Professor Hilary Lappin-Scott (please see previous posts) who were also the most frightful bullies and between them these three exerted a truly toxic influence. No-one could understand why this was allowed to go on, because there were/are loads of senior staff in Bangor who are great – the Vice-Chancellor himself was reputed to have been fuming at one meeting after Bangor was actually named in the Times Higher Education Supplement as a university with a bullying problem. But something was happening that most staff were unaware of. Lyn Meadows had a very comfortable relationship with one Eileen Tilley – who was actually the UCU Union rep. I knew staff who were paid up members of the Union who went to Tilley with serious problems re bullying, harassment and unfair dismissal and Tilley blithely assured them all that there wasn’t anything that she could do about that particular problem – although in at least some of those cases the law had been very obviously broken. Tilley doing this was the reason why I didn’t join UCU – I knew that I would be stitched up by Tilley and Meadows and would be afforded no protection at all should I ever have cause for complaint. But Eileen Tilley did something else interesting as well. She registered for a PhD – entitled ‘My Brilliant Career’ no less – and wrote much about the institutional sexism that she claimed was rampant at Bangor, ignoring the fact that the main problem came from three women ie. Tilley, Meadows and Lappin-Scott, who were doing the dirty work of a particularly unscrupulous man, Fergus Lowe. This PhD seemed to contain case material from some of the staff who had consulted her in her capacity as the Union rep – which I think was ethically dodgy from all angles. Another Interesting Fact about Tilley was that she was one of many who denied the serious problems in Ysbyty Gwynedd. I’m not sure what her connections with the NHS were – but there seemed to be something there. Of course the delightful Meadows was a former manager of the Welsh Ambulance Service and had disgraced herself whilst she was a Board member of a Trust in the north west of England by getting herself named in Hansard and on Frank Field’s blog as colluding with a fraud perpetuated by some of the medical staff. One day, after a PhD student had witnessed me being threatened and harassed by Martin Jones and Elfed Roberts, the former CEO and Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust, this student made a statement for my lawyers and I was sitting with him in the library reading through it. I turned around to find Tilley standing behind us, looking over our shoulders, reading the statement. A senior member of staff whom I knew socially was also concerned about Tilley’s activities and told me that Tilley was due for retirement and, wanting a second career, was angling for a place on the National Executive of the UCU… Just the sort of person needed in such a position clearly.

Now for the latest political news. A young Plaid Councillor called Llinos Medi has been appointed to lead Anglesey County Council. Llinos will need all her ability – as well as a lot of luck – to run that show. Anglesey County Council has been dysfunctional for many, many years, it has featured regularly in Private Eye’s column ‘Rotten Boroughs’ and a few of the Councillors there managed to get themselves imprisoned. The dysfunctional old farts have already started appearing in the local media complaining about Llinos. She cannot possibly be worse than they are. The mainstream media have been hurling all the abuse that they possibly can at Jeremy Corbyn, suggesting that he is a closet ‘pacifist’. It is extraordinary to note that the term ‘pacifist’ has become like the term ‘Marxist’ – although both of these terms simply describe an ideological or political position, at one time perfectly respectable positions, they are now the equivalent of calling someone a serial killer. Meanwhile Theresa May, who refuses to debate with the other leaders, has followed up her vacuous appearance with her husband on the One Show (where she was asked mindless questions about who puts the bins out or does the cooking – in much the same way, Thatcher used to love appearing on the Jimmy Young show because she knew damn well that there’d be no awkward questions), with an appearance on LBC where she managed to shed a few tears whilst discussing her childlessness. It was about as genuine as when Bob Monkhouse used to cry when the guests won the jackpot on the 70s game shows that he used to host – as Private Eye used to quip ‘takes onion out of pocket’. Theresa is 60, her attempts at producing children – if indeed it is true that she did want children – will have been at least twenty years ago and she has found plenty of other fulfilling things to occupy herself with. Not ever having had children is not like the death of a child which is so shattering that people do cry years later when discussing it – furthermore Theresa May is every inch a female politician of today, advised and packaged on every aspect of her public façade, whether it’s being photographed on the cover of Vogue in staid naff gear or wearing her not very exciting kitten heels (those heels that landed Owen Smith in so much trouble when he stated that he wanted to smash her back on them) because that’s as radical as one can be at a Tory conference. She’ll have had the onion concealed about her person somewhere. Owen won’t be allowed to mention Theresa’s crocodile tears because he’s male and he’ll be framed as being the equivalent of a wife-beater if he does, but I’m in possession of ovaries so I’m free to state that no doubt Theresa’s LBC performance was very well-rehearsed and that it will have been her advisors who suggested possible topics for discussion to LBC. Especially after Andrea Leadsom was rude about Theresa being childless during the leadership race. Actually I remember Thatcher shedding tears in public when Mark got lost in the desert – just after she was in danger of being seen as a heartless cow in the wake of the deaths and serious injuries of British servicemen in the Falklands.

 

Future Meetings Of The Betsi Board

For some months now I have attended meetings of the Betsi Board as an observing member of the public and reported back on the idiocy prevailing on this blog. I received feedback that readers enjoyed these reports. I’m afraid that I will no longer be able to do this. I am now a very long way away from the vile ones whom I have been exposing and I will not be able to attend any further meetings, much as I enjoyed doing so. I will however continue to blog, to monitor the media and mental health matters in north Wales and beyond. I am still available to interact with readers by e mail, Skype and phone, and of course if people want to interact in public they are welcome to leave comments on the blog. So please do continue to contact me with information, particularly the readers who have recently offered me interviews regarding abuse that they suffered from named mental health professionals. The only part of my service that has stopped is the regular monitoring of the increasingly bizarre behaviour and body language of Peter, Gary, Martin, Jo, Lyn, Grace, Phil et al. I’ll just have to imagine how they’re all reacting as the ship finally sinks…

‘Not Seen Since 80s’ – Carwyn

Yesterday in the Senedd Carwyn Jones admitted that the forthcoming university cuts were not like anything that he had seen since the 80s when he was a student. The two universities under discussion were the University of South Wales and Trinity St David’s, but I am hearing from contacts at Bangor that the axe will soon be wielded there as well.

Like Carwyn, I remember the cuts of the 80s. The man who wielded the hatchet was Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, a henchman of Thatcher’s, who was alleged to have picked up his knighthood in return for his dirty deeds. Many years later I became friendly with someone who had been a student at Cambridge when Swinnerton-Dyer was still teaching there. This man told me some interesting things about Swinnerton-Dyer, particularly regarding his aggressive sexual advances towards the male undergrads and his interesting way of allocating marks for undergrad’s work. The stories that I heard bettered Harriet Harman’s recent lame anecdotes regarding her alleged experience of sexual harassment when she was an undergrad at York, mainly because Swinnerton-Dyer and his bedfellows ended up in rather more powerful positions than Harriet. The cuts of the 80s were always rumoured to have been Thatcher’s revenge on academia, after her not particularly happy time at Oxford where she was subjected to much snobbery. Thatcher also memorably abolished the Social Science Research Council at the same time, merging it with the Economic Research Council and the new body, the ESRC, was widely believed to be favouring funding the research of people like Patrick Minford who was arguing for the abolition of the welfare state. I heard allegations at the time that the SSRC was given the chop because social scientists had this irritating habit of demonstrating the link between poverty and ill health…

However, despite much wailing and gnashing of teeth, Swinnerton-Dyer wielded his axe, but the outcomes were rather odd. Some of the universities that suffered most were actually the institutions that were doing what Thatcher’s administration stated that they wanted universities to do – Salford incurred a massive hit, yet was largely a university churning out engineers. Aston, another university with an engineering and technical base, was hit so badly that it was very nearly closed down. A new Vice-Chancellor was installed, the notorious Freddie Crawford, who then squandered millions on a suite of expensive offices for him and his mates, which was known as the ‘Vice-Chancellor’s posh bit’. Indeed I was given a tour of the posh bit at one point. The social sciences dept was merged with the business school and taken over by what could only be described as a bunch of spivs who then handed out qualifications in some very questionable disciplines. (Indeed two people featured on this blog, Professor Dylan Jones-Evans and Rhian Huws-Williams, both benefited from such qualifications from Aston.)

What I remember most of course was what happened at Bangor. There were, I was told years later, threats to close Bangor down completely. That didn’t happen, but several departments did close, including philosophy, drama and I think maths. Psychology nearly had it was well, but thanks to Fergus Lowe engaging the help of B.F. Skinner (please see previous post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’), psychology subsequently thrived. No-one could work out why those particular depts. had been targeted. At the time there was a far more obvious dept that did deserve the chop on numerous grounds – the infamous Agriculture dept. The Agriculture dept was headed by a most unpleasant man called Professor J.B. Owen. Students found him very difficult to get along with and some of them observed that he didn’t seem to have the sort of academic knowledge that they expected a professor to have. If ever they asked a question in lectures they’d be met with a cold stare and usually no answer, or an answer that contradicted something that he’d said in a previous lecture. A lot of students were expressing very great dissatisfaction indeed with J.B. Owen and a number of other lecturers in the Agri dept – a delegation of students attempted to make a formal complaint but were told very firmly that their complaint would not be given the time of day. The Agri dept also housed a notorious groper, a man called Gordon Farley, who doubled up as a warden in one of the halls of residence. Female students tended to simply view him as a tosser, but there were problems with him trying to get into their rooms in hall (I heard all about it because I was living in the hall where he had been warden the year previously.) Again it was very odd that nothing was actually done about Farley – of course in those days there was not the sort of attention paid to student concerns that there is now, but Bangor was an old fashioned institution and the lecturers generally still took the view that they were in locus parentis. There had been a major row in another dept when a junior lecturer had entered into an entirely consensual relationship with a third year student – yet Farley was carrying on like this. At the end of every year, there would be an exodus of students changing course in order to escape from the horrors of the Agri dept – most of them switched over to zoology or plant biology. It was said that J. B. Owen also ran a sheep farm on Anglesey – something else that caused a lot of puzzlement. A lot of students studying in the Agri dept were the sons and daughters of farmers and were being groomed to take over the family farm. They were alleging that there was gross incompetence in the running of the university farm at Aber which was managed by the Agri dept. So J.B Owen didn’t seem to be a strong academic yet there were also problems in the day to day management of the university farm that he had responsibility for. Then the students discovered that ‘College Farm’ was a source of great entertainment among local farmers, on the grounds that the ‘experts’ from the University were making such a pig’s ear of running it. It was rumoured that the farm was effectively bankrupt. The name was then changed to ‘University Farm’ to make it sound even bigger and better – but it’s problems continued and it continued to be a source of much mirth for local farmers. There were also a few very worrying anecdotes about the mistreatment of certain students in the Agri dept – at least three students received letters asking them to leave the course after they had disagreements with lecturers there. There was widespread suspicion that students who complained were being picked off – such suspicions were confirmed when one student received such a letter asking him to leave the course on the grounds that he had insufficient practical experience of farming. This man had worked as a farm manager for several years before starting his degree. When he pointed this out, he was told that he didn’t have enough experience of dairying. Which was farcical – ‘experience of dairying’ was not stated as an entry requirement and the dept had already accepted him on the course. He received this letter at the beginning of his second year – after a row with a lecturer who did not turn up for a tutorial.  There was also very obvious tension between J.B Owen and the rest of the staff. I was told by one of the students that on a university jolly organised by ‘AgricSoc’, a group of staff and students had gone for a day out on a boat. One member of staff drank too much – he wasn’t offensive and he was a popular man, but he did get bladdered. On the return to shore, this man was physically hidden from J. B. Owen – who was waiting for the group on dry land – and smuggled back home, because the other staff alleged that if J.B. Owen discovered that this man had been drinking, this man would have been sacked. It was clear by then that Owen was running a very unpleasant regime and the students involved were all happy to keep the secret. Throughout my time as an undergrad I continued to hear worrying anecdotes from agri students, always involving low academic standards in the dept or vindictive attacks on students for petty reasons. Years and years later I was told by two retired members of staff from Bangor that the problem was indeed J.B. Owen – one described him as an ‘incompetent bully’, another simply remembered him as a ‘bastard’. But after I graduated, J.B. Owen did something that caused the whole university to become a laughing stock rather than just the Agri dept. At the time of the Chernobyl accident, the radiation cloud had drifted across north Wales during very heavy rain. I’d been out walking across Anglesey with my friends and we’d all been drenched. In the following days – it took a few days before anyone worked out what had happened – there were lots of jokes circulating around north Wales about nuclear rain and how we were all going to go green and our teeth would drop out. But these were jokes made by young people in pubs. However, little did we realise, we had our own nuclear authority tucked away in Bangor – a man called J.B. Owen. Within days of the Chernobyl incident, J.B. Owen had somehow got himself on prime time TV, billed as an ‘expert from UCNW’ (the old name for Bangor University), and he declared that thousands of people in north Wales were going to die as a result of being rained on that afternoon. He just rambled away like he used to in lecturers, presented no evidence at all, but nonetheless stated that we were all going to die. It was never explained that he was a hopeless incompetent who couldn’t run a farm even when it was bankrolled by a university and who didn’t seem to know much about agricultural science either. Everybody who watched his performance commented on the fact that he very obviously didn’t know his arse from his elbow and that this was a major embarrassment for the university. But despite all this, J.B. Owen survived. He even survived Swinnerton-Dyer. I was mystified by this for years – how did he ever get a Chair in the first place let alone hang on to it for decades? Last year I was talking to two retired lecturers from Bangor who are also farmers. They worked at Bangor in the 80s and we began reminiscing about some of the people who worked with them at that time. The topic of J.B. Owen came up – and I was told by these farmers that it was J. B. Owen’s family who had funded the establishment of the Agri dept at Bangor…

There is however one more enigma concerning the Agri dept and it’s activities in the 1980s that I think is potentially far more worrying than anything that happened to the students  during their time there. This blog has detailed the case of Mary Wynch, the lady who successfully sued Dr Dafydd Alun Jones for wrongful imprisonment after he illegally banged her up in the North Wales Hospital for a year. Mary had also endured three months in Risley Remand Centre and after winning her case against Jones was subjected to such intimidation that she went into hiding in England for years. (Please see blog post ‘Making Legal History – The Mary Wynch Case’.) Before Jones destroyed her life Mary had been employed as a secretary in the Agri dept in Bangor. I have already previously documented the influence that Jones and the dreadful Gwynne Williams the lobotomist had at the university until the late 80s. J.B. Owen was reputed to be a malicious old bastard who also seems to have had a great deal of influence in that institution – I cannot help wondering if he somehow played a role in the difficulties that Mary experienced. Newspaper reports at the time reveal that no-one at the university said anything at all about their colleague who was headline news and made legal history…

So if an axe is to fall on the Welsh universities once more, let’s hope this time it falls on the appropriate people. I have been watching what has been going on at Bangor over the last three years and something vey odd has been happening. There are still scores of really good people up there pursuing high quality research and showing a genuine commitment to the students – but they are not the ones being rewarded with promotion or whose work is featuring in the media. The institution seems to have been taken over by the most unscrupulous specimens whose ‘research’ is known to be dodgy but because these people are now in the most senior positions, no-one working there dares speak out. This blog has already detailed what could best be described as research fraud at Bangor as well as some serious conflicts of interests. If a large axe cometh I suggest that someone takes a very close look at what is happening in the Schools of Psychology and Healthcare Sciences  as well as the ‘Centre for Mental Health and Society’. And one of the biggest problems of all is the PVC for Research herself, Jo Rycroft-Malone, so I suggest that no-one leaves the decision as to who to sack down to her.

News From The Betsi

The Betsi website continues to astonish. It is now proudly boasting about ‘Uplifting Hearts’, a scheme that it claims to be operating to ensure that people with mental health problems do not face health inequalities or problems with their physical health. The nurse running this scheme is based at the Hergest Unit – the same Hergest Unit whose patients keep being found dead, the same Hergest Unit that swirls around in the centre of so many allegations of patient abuse and neglect, the same Hergest Unit to which local GPs have stopped referring patients because of the care there being so poor. Oh and the same Hergest Unit that is part of the mental health services that are currently responsible for the Betsi being in special measures. The feature on the website explains that people with severe mental illness die on average 20 years before the rest of the population – yes I know that, I watched it happened to scores of people that I knew from the Hergest Unit. The circumstances of some of these deaths are detailed in my post ‘Why So Many Die So Early’. I note that the patient interviewed to promote ‘Uplifting Hearts’ has been delighted by the encouragement that he’s had to take part in physical exercise – although he’s also quoted as saying how difficult he finds it to continue with anything because his medication just wipes him out. This blog has detailed many instances of the dreadful prescribing practices of Hergest Unit psychiatrists. Before ordering this man to take up exercise (and no doubt ‘daily fresh air’), perhaps someone should take a long hard look at the cocktail of drugs that will probably have been dished out to this man and not reviewed for ten years… Oh and furthermore, there did used to be a really good day centre at the Hergest Unit with staff whom the patients liked who actually looked after their physical health. It was closed down against the wishes of all patients (as detailed previously on this blog) and a lot of patients became destitute and died in the years after it was shut. So now the Hergest Unit are busy uplifting the hearts that they sank in the first place.

I  notice that the nurse spearheading ‘Uplifting Hearts’ is undertaking an MSc in Health Promotion at Bangor University – that will be in the School of Healthcare Sciences, aka the Good Ship Rycroft-Malone, the School in which conflict of interest and racism seems to be the order of the day. That will also be one of the Masters degrees being run by the School of Healthcare Sciences in which it was alleged that staff from Ysbyty Gwynedd were being permitted to enrol in – and indeed complete and graduate from – even if they had no qualifications and weren’t anywhere near Masters level. I was told that Martin Jones, then CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust, wanted to pretend that Trust staff were rather more competent and academic than they actually were. (I was told that the same logic was being applied to the many nurses who worked as nurse-lecturers in the School of Healthcare Sciences themselves – they were all enrolled for PhDs with their own School because the standards up there were a little embarrassing.) As Martin is now Director of Workforce and Operational Development at the Betsi and Jo is/was sitting on the Board, I suspect that arrangement continued. A reader e mailed me this morning to ask if Rycroft-Malone was still a member of the Betsi Board as he’d noticed that my reports from Board meetings had observed that she hasn’t been present recently and that her profile on the Betsi website states that her sell-by date is Feb 2017. Has the Racist in Chief and Queen of Conflict of Interests moved on to other things as the Betsi slowly but surely sinks? No doubt Jo has realised just what a horrible mess it all is and will be doing all she can to pretend that she was never a part of it – well she needs to keep Chairing that NICE committee ie. the committee that advices Government to adopt as health policy research that she has been involved in herself and of course she’ll need to keep the research account full, the research account that’s benefited from funds from the Betsi. One thing that was well-known when I worked at Bangor University was that Rycroft-Malone and her buddy Prof Chris Burton (also of the School of Healthcare Sciences) hated Bangor, hated Wales and were described to me as ‘massaging their CVs’ in order to escape – it was rumoured that they’d blotted their copybooks so badly in previous jobs at universities in England that they’d washed up in the School of Healthcare Sciences where absolutely no-one wanted to work. The previous Head of School was a loathed former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse who back in the dawn of time had done a psychology degree at Bangor. Rumours flew among the other students that he didn’t actually sit his own finals – he worked as a nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd throughout the whole course and other students on the course said that he was simply never there and no-one remembers seeing him in the exam hall either. But hey, his name was on the graduation list. This practice was not unknown in UK universities at the time, the early/mid 80s – there were a number of cases at Aston University of affluent students from the middle east who had sent their servants into the lectures and to sit the exams. Because the servants had done the whole course, the teaching staff didn’t realise that the student in front of them was not who they claimed to be. Practices at the North Wales Hospital and Bangor School of Psychology at the time were dodgy indeed and dear old Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was still exerting huge influence in the School of Psychology in Bangor (please see blog post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ for the skulduggery in Bangor Psychology).

So now that Jo and her very sharp elbows and dodgy practices have landed her one of the most senior jobs in Bangor University, might she be looking further upwards? I am hearing rumours that all is not well at Bangor, that an axe is expected to fall upon many departments very soon and there is suspicion that the Vice-Chancellor might be about to depart. So Jo is either going to try and escape the carnage – or she’ll apply for the Vice-Chancellor’s job herself…

There’s another ‘good news’ story that has been posted up on the Betsi website today, that is the opening of the ‘Butterfly Suite’ at Wrexham Maelor Hospital. This is a facility for parents who’s babies have died late in pregnancy, shortly after birth or have been stillborn. Facilities like this are valuable, but I’d be interested to see the figures for stillbirths and deaths among neonates at the Wrexham Maelor. Because about twelve years ago there was a big problem there – a high number of babies had died (and I think a mother had died as well) and no-one knew why. The midwives wanted to call in a risk management team to try to find out what was happening, but the hospital authorities wouldn’t agree (this was before the Betsi was created and Mary Burrows installed as CEO). The authorities refused the midwives’ request because they feared damage to their reputation if anyone found out how many babies had died at the Maelor. So mothers and babies continued to be put at risk – and I bet a few more died as well and no doubt that was kept quiet.

But as I’ve stated before on this blog, the slaughter of NHS patients doesn’t just happen in Wales as the Westminster Government would have us believe. My friend’s first baby died shortly after birth in Musgrove Park Hospital Taunton some 16 years ago. No-one knew why -my friend had a fantastic pregnancy and a straightforward delivery. Except the baby was virtually dead by the time that she was born. My friend is from a medical family and a friend of her mum’s, an obstetrician, told my friend to get hold of the foetal heart trace. His opinion was that the trace had shown that my friend’s baby had become stressed during the delivery and that an emergency Caesarian should have been carried out. He said that negligence was definitely involved – but told my friend that there was no point in trying to bring a claim against Musgrove Park because ‘expert witnesses’ would lie (just like they did in my case). Some years later I read in Private Eye that there had been a spate of deaths of newly delivered babies at Musgrove Park and that it had been concealed. Some of the experiences that my friend had around the time that her baby died were interesting, but in an awful way. When she returned home after her baby’s death, she rang the number that she’d been given by the hospital for the hospital counsellor assigned to bereaved parents. My friend’s mum was a clinical psychologist, her dad was a social worker and she later trained as a counsellor herself, so my friend knows how a good counsellor should be conducting themselves. She was horrified at the counsellor supplied by Musgrove Park – my friend felt rushed and not listened to and noticed that the counsellor stated that ‘most people find that one session with me is enough’. My friend certainly did, she never returned. So no chance to raise any thoughts about what might have gone wrong during the birth then…My friend and her husband were then offered an appointment with the consultant who had ‘managed’ the delivery, Robert Fox. My friend described how Robert Fox had opened the conversation by saying that he was here to answer any of her questions in an open and transparent way. My friend described how he then spent the rest of the appointment ‘talking in BBC double-speak’ being as non-transparent as he possibly could. She then received a letter from him reassuring her that if she chose to get pregnant again, he’d be delighted to care for her during the birth once more. My friend did get pregnant again but was desperate not to encounter Robert Fox and his lethal ward once more lest the next baby was for the chop as well, so arranged to have the baby in Edinburgh where her husband’s family lived. However unfortunately she went into labour early and couldn’t transfer to Edinburgh – she ended up in Musgrove Park, that being the nearest hospital. She was admitted to the same ward where her previous baby had died – and encountered the midwife who had failed to read the foetal heart trace correctly. My friend had an experience that I have been told is quite common in these circumstances – the midwives were unable to deal with their own emotions and scurried around feeling too frightened and guilty to speak to her. What my friend didn’t know however is that a lot of midwives do not know how to read the foetal heart trace. Very often no-one teaches them. Their patients are wired up and reassured that the heart monitor will show if the baby goes into distress, but unless someone is there who knows how to interpret the trace, no-one will know if the baby is in distress. I saw this myself on the delivery suite when I worked at St Georges Hospital Medical School years ago – a lot of the doctors treated the midwives with contempt (one comment that I heard was ‘the midwives are all really thick especially the black ones’) and would not share their knowledge with them. Most of the midwives were not really thick – even the black ones – but they had not been taught some of the things that the patients assumed that they knew. But one thing the midwives did know is how vulnerable they were if anything went wrong – they were usually blamed. There was a lot of ill-feeling on the delivery suite when I was there because the year before a patient had died of eclampsia. It should never have happened and St George’s knew that it shouldn’t have happened. I was told by one of the midwives that ‘Prof found a midwive to blame it on’. I don’t know whether that was true or not because I wasn’t working there when that happened – but I was working there when a junior doctor was on duty who was known to be so incompetent that if he was on duty at night, before they went off duty the other doctors would schedule things to minimise any likelihood of one of the patients needing intervention. They did this very skilfully and to their credit as far as I could see they did very effectively protect patients from a man whose clinical skills none of them felt could be relied upon. But they didn’t stop him practicing. He is almost certainly stuffing something up now somewhere in the NHS and could well have killed someone.

And Now – It’s The Gallery…

Readers of a similar vintage to me might remember the 70s BBC children’s programme ‘Vision On’, presented by the slightly weird Tony Hart. At the end of each episode there was a few minutes in which art-work that the young viewers had sent in was displayed – this was always preceded by a voice-over saying ‘And now – it’s the gallery’. A reader of this blog has suggested that I should construct a gallery featuring mugshots of some of those that have featured on this blog, in order that readers can identify them should they be unfortunate enough to have an unpleasant encounter. So here is the gallery featuring some of those that I hope have been immortalised on this blog – although it is by no means exhaustive. I’m not going to have space here to give an extended description of the activities of those who feature in the gallery, readers are invited to use the search facility on the blog to access further details…

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones (below). Described me as ‘attractive and seductive’. Just use the search facility….

Lucille Hughes (below). Dafydd’s former flibbertigibbet. Former Director of Gwynedd Social Services – named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s services but was failing to respond.

Dafydd Iwan (below). Former leader of Gwynedd County Council and folk-singer who penned and recorded a ‘tribute’ to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

Hywel Williams (below). Plaid MP for Arfon. Supporter of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. Former psychiatric social worker in north Wales. Held one of his post-election victory parties at home of nurse employed at very troubled Hergest Unit. Walked away from constituents who tried to discuss problems in mental health services.

Betty Williams (below). Former Labour MP for Conwy. One of Blair’s Babes. Ignored complaints from constituents about mental health services in north Wales.

Elfyn Llwyd (below). Former Plaid MP for Dwyfor Meirionydd – another big supporter of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. Also worked as a barrister at the same time as representing Dwyfor Merionydd.

Llyr Huws Gruffydd (below). Plaid AM for north Wales. Described mediocre boarding house run as ‘nursing home’ by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as ‘beacon of excellence’.

Gordon Anglesea (below). Former senior officer in North Wales Police, convicted of sexually abusing boys in care last year, died in prison shortly afterwards. Prior to his conviction, Anglesea won substantial damages in a libel trial against Private Eye – because they accused him of sexually abusing children.

Arfon Jones (below). North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner. Chauffered Gordon Anglesea to the building where Anglesea abused youngsters but never returned to pick up him. Was also responsible for an ‘oversight’ that resulted in Anglesea’s widow receiving 50% of his police pension after his death as a convicted sex offender.

Theodore Huckle QC (below). Barrister at Doughty Street Chambers specialising in medical negligence. Former Counsel General for Wales. Whilst Counsel General had access to twenty five years worth of medical records relating to one patient from north Wales compiled by professionals who documented their own law-breaking and wrongdoing throughout. Theo kept schtum. Tawel Fan scandal happed whilst Theo was Counsel General.

Paul Farmer CBE (below). CEO of MIND. Has known about the serious abuses of the mental health services for many years – has kept completely silent about it.

Alastair Campbell (below). MIND Ambassador. Former advisor to Tony Blair – resigned after the unfortunate death of Dr David Kelly.

Dr Peter Higson OBE (below). Former manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh; former CEO of Health Inspectorate Wales; present Chairman of Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Member of Council at Bangor University. Ignored an awful lot of complaints concerning abuses in the mental health services during his long and illustrious career.

Dr Ruth Hussey OBE (below). Sister of Dr Peter Higson. Former Chief Medical Officer for Wales. Honorary Fellow of Bangor University. Recipient of honorary degree from Swansea University.

Dr David Healy (below). Consultant psychiatrist at the Hergest Unit. Has built up an international reputation for bravely taking on Big Pharma whilst ignoring the carnage in his own Unit.

Dr Richard Tranter (below). Former consultant psychiatrist at Hergest Unit. Protégé of Dr David Healy, author of misery memoir ‘Richard’s Story’, as featured on Healy’s blog. Emigrated to New Zealand in a hurry some three or four years ago.

Professor Rob Poole (below) of the Centre For Mental Health and Society, Bangor University. First man to describe rare mental illness in patients, main symptom being ‘complaining about Rob Poole’. Outed on David Healy’s blog as an academic mediocrity.

Professor Mark Williams (below). Former colleague of Dr David Healy. Mindfulness guru – and it all started at Bangor in the 1980s…

Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone (below). Pro-Vice Chancellor for Research at Bangor University, Member of Betsi Board. A deeply compromised woman.

 

Dr Laurence Chesterman (below). Forensic psychiatrist, ‘expert witness’ with ‘expertise’ in ‘factitious illness’. Formerly of this parish, now living in England. Maintained that he ‘assessed’ me in Caernarfon Police Station (after his own colleagues had me arrested) – although I have never met him.

His Honour Judge Huw Morgan Gruffydd Daniel, formerly Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd (below left). Presided over my eventual trial after the Hergest Unit attempted to have me imprisoned for ‘threatening to kill’ Alun Davies, when I had told his secretary, over the phone, that he was a ‘fat idiot’. I was convicted of ‘behaviour likely to cause alarm, distress and harassment’ but I have recently discovered that a certificate of indictment was forged and the PNC was altered to show a conviction for ‘violent disorder’.

Dr Brian Gibbons (below). Former Health Minister in Welsh Govt and GP. Wrote me a letter stating that ‘this correspondence is over’ when I told him that I had evidence of criminal activity in the north Wales mental health services.

Alun Ffred (below). Brother of Dafydd Iwan and former AM for Arfon. Praised Elfed Roberts (see below) for his sterling work as Chairman of the disasterous North West Wales NHS Trust.

Elfed Roberts (below on the left) and Mark Drakeford (below on the right). Elfed: former senior officer with the North Wales Police, left under a cloud, then became Chair of North West Wales NHS Trust. Ignored serious staff misconduct, used his mates who were still serving in the force to assist him in harassing patients who dared complain. Member of Bangor University Council, sits on ‘fair practice’ committee. Mark Drakeford: former Health Minister in Welsh Govt. Tawel Fan scandal exploded on his watch. Drakeford knew how serious the problems were in the Betsi – a former professor of sociology who knows exactly what a dysfunctional organisation and dodgy research looks like. Recipient of my e mail regarding my fears concerning clinical trials of ‘mindfulness based cognitive therapy’. I never received a reply. Some weeks later Mark appeared in the media promoting mindfulness.  Former social worker whose appointment as Health Minister was ‘welcomed’ by the BMA.

A Review of the Performance on February 16th 2017

I attended another performance of the Betsi Board this morning, but only stayed for the first hour and a half. Peter Higson the Chair was struggling because there was building work taking place on the roof of the building in which the Board Meeting was being held and there was much hammering and banging. Eventually the racket defeated poor old Peter and he stopped the meeting until the builders had finished. It was certainly interesting to watch the Board grind to a halt in the face of some workers who were clearly really determined to achieve something in comparison with a group of over-paid utter incompetents who are presiding over lethal NHS ‘services’ and achieving very little. Anyway, when the builders stopped hammering Peter started the meeting up again.

Prior to Peter stopping the meeting, apologies were sent from Board members who were absent, most noticeably the appalling Jo Rycroft-Malone and Martin Jones. (This is the second meeting that I’ve attended at which it has been announced that Martin is indisposed.) One would like to think that Jo and Martin are now too ashamed to show their faces in public, but they were probably simply up to skulduggery elsewhere. Peter then asked for declarations of interest – there were none, but as regular readers of the blog know, people associated with the Betsi do not excel at declaring conflicts of interest. After this Peter started going through the minutes of January’s Board Meeting – the Rebel Member, Councillor Phil Edwards, kept trying to raise issues regarding these minutes, but Peter shut him up and told him that his points would have to wait ‘until the end’. (Presumably the end of the meeting, by which time I’d left.) Cheryl intercepted with concerns regarding a mental health team working in north Denbighshire – no matter how bad this mental health team are, surely they cannot be any worse than many of the other mental health teams employed by the Betsi.

Once the meeting resumed, there was a presentation regarding the maternity services at the Betsi. Now the Betsi was put into special measures because of the mental health services and maternity services, although these had both been in a very bad state for a very long time before the Welsh Govt finally stepped in. The Board were told that a Polly Ferguson, a consultant midwife from the Welsh Govt, had joined the Board to assist with improvements. Polly clearly has a very steep mountain to climb. The powerpoint presentation shown to the Board suggested that the maternity services – certainly at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd – must have been in a very ropey state indeed. I remember rumours circulating some time ago that there was a nightmare of a consultant working out there and of course Bangor University famously withdrew their student midwives from placements there – they never even did that to students on placement at the Hergest Unit despite the students trying to raise the alarm at what was happening, so goodness knows what was going on at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. There were some clues to what this might have been – as part of the ‘special measures maternity update’, it was explained that plans for improving the ‘culture’ of the services at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd included sessions addressing ‘undermining behaviour’ and even sessions on ‘promoting normality’. Clearly abnormality has been the order of the day at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. Which is interesting because one Dr Phil Banfield, ‘Chair of the BMA Welsh Council’, who frequently mouths off in both the lay media and specialist press regarding the problems of the NHS and how to remedy them, is a consultant obstetrician at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. So presumably Phil and the BMA know all about this abnormal problematic person employed there, but he’s never published anything about that. It was mentioned that one area for improvement is to ensure that women with serious mental health problems who are pregnant have a care plan in place. Now I know a young woman with serious mental health problems who recently passed through the hands of the dreadful Hergest Unit, where she had many distressing experiences and was loaded up with so many anti-psychotics that as soon as she finally escaped their clutches she took herself off to live in a remote location on Pen Llyn to wean herself off the ‘medication’ and effectively hide away from the Hergest Unit’s reach. Her friend told me a couple of weeks ago that this young woman had been pregnant but had been coerced into having an abortion by the Hergest Unit – at five months pregnant no less – on the grounds that she ‘wasn’t stable enough’ to be a mother. (But hey this young woman had also been gang-raped a few years ago, which her friend thinks fuelled her problems considerably, but the dear old Hergest Unit knew so little about her that they never took this into consideration – instead a bog-standard diagnosis of ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ was dished out along with enough tranquillisers to send a horse into a sound sleep for a month.) So there probably wasn’t much of a care plan in evidence there. It’s all OK though – the Betsi are pushing ahead with their plans for the Sub-Regional Neonatal Baby Care Unit, which I understand is to be located at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, where abnormality has ruled the roost. Of course, some years ago when Mary Burrows was CEO of the Betsi, the Vice-Chair at the time, Dr Lyndon Miles, argued at a public meeting that the best care for neonates would be provided at a specialist centre such as Liverpool, rather than in north Wales. Mary and Lyndon were faced with a baying mob at that meeting and were shortly afterwards forced to resign. Presumably Mary and Lyndon knew about the very serious problems at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd and were of the opinion that a service that troubled should not be trusted with a neonatal unit. But they were howled down and a campaign to establish a neonatal unit put so much pressure on the Welsh Govt that Carwyn Jones caved in. I was at the public meeting where Lyndon was given so much grief and two other people there at the time were Councillors Bobby Feely and Cheryl Carlisle – both now Members of the Betsi Board. A Board now in special measures. No doubt Health Inspectorate Wales also knew about the serious problems at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd but concealed them – that’s the Health Inspectorate Wales that at the time was headed by one Peter Higson.

Peter however paid tribute to the ‘amazing amount of work’ that has been done regarding the maternity services. Marian Wyn Jones sounded a note of caution when she noted that there had been ‘concern over a long period of time over the behaviour of certain staff members’ and asked what effect the improvement plan has had on the behaviour of consultants. So the maternity services at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd were brought to their knees by some rogue staff – who have not been sacked. Instead a hit squad has had to be sent in by the Welsh Govt to ‘promote normality’.

Earlier, the presentation had tackled that perennial problem for the Betsi, recruitment, specifically the recruitment of medical staff for women’s services. It was mentioned that ‘in the west’ (the euphemism for Ysbyty Gwynedd) one of the people recently appointed had stepped down. So someone told them what life at Ysbyty Gwynedd is like then. A re-advertisement is going out. Bethan mentioned that when she joined the Board two years ago, the maternity services were in a ‘dark place’ – but no-one will have admitted it or warned the local pregnant women. They will simply have told them that everything was fantastic and anyone daring to complain would have been blown out of the water. Some 12 years ago, I was told that there were such serious problems in the maternity services at Wrexham Maelor that a number of babies (and I think one mother) had died. The midwives had wanted an investigation to try to find out what was going so wrong but the hospital authorities (this was before the establishment of the Betsi) refused to hold such an investigation on the grounds that if the public found out there’d be bad publicity. Yesterday the Daily Post reported that a 14 year old boy has just been paid £3.6 million in compensation by the Betsi for injuries sustained when he was born at Wrexham Maelor. How many people were put at risk because that hospital feared bad publicity? After decades of that sort of thinking we are now left with this mess. The irony is that this morning, when discussing the maternity services, Higson observed that ‘two years ago we started some very difficult discussions’. Yes, discussions that you avoided all the time that you were CEO of HIW Higson…

After the discussion on the abnormal maternity services, Higson told the Board that HIW were now doing an inspection of the Board’s mental health services and were due to report back. (I can only imagine the horrors that may be uncovered.) Margaret stated that they were ‘in a bit of a lull’ regarding processes around special measures, but work is ‘ongoing’, although there ‘is still a lot of work to do’ (I’d never have guessed) – but ‘we’re not complacent in the least’ (perish the thought that they might ever have been complacent).

Later on in the meeting, Marian Wyn Jones commented that action was underway to improve the way that contracts are being managed – er, yes, you could stop awarding them to the likes of Dafydd Alun Jones and Lucille Hughes… Then Higson introduced Phil the Rebel Member, who is responsible for the Stakeholder Reference Group – Phil mentioned the importance of the Board considering patient experience. If the Board want to know about patient experience, all they need do is read this blog and the comments that readers are making in response to my posts. At one point during this morning’s meeting, it was mentioned that the Board had ‘awarded a contract’ for ‘Real Time Patient Experience’. I have a horrible suspicion that this contract may have been awarded to those experts in service user involvement at CAIS, Dafydd and Lucille…

For some reason best known to himself, Higson stopped the meeting half way through, demanding a ‘comfort break’ because an ‘important discussion’ was going to happen next. I left at this point – I was intrigued regarding what the ‘important discussion’ might be about, but I presumed that it wasn’t going to be Peter announcing his resignation or fessing up his part in the criminal activities that were taking place at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh when he was a manager there, which is what I really want to hear at present….

The Betsi Recruitment Crisis Continues

The Daily Post is reporting that the recruitment crisis at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board continues apace with regard to nurses and healthcare assistants, despite the recent much publicised ‘on-going’ recruitment drive http://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/north-wales-nurse-shortage-continues-12594883

It is reported that there is currently a shortage of 177 full-time registered nurses within secondary care, an increase on December’s figures. So the situation is actually getting worse, despite Gary the CEO’s description of most things as being ‘great’. There is also a shortage of 79 healthcare assistants – in a region with a shortage of employment opportunities. It is reported that there was a ‘national advertising and social media campaign’ in January. Which obviously didn’t achieve very much – but when one looks at the identity of the ‘workforce director’ (Martin Jones) that does not fill me with wonder. Presumably the home-grown nurses who trained at Bangor University’s School of Healthcare Sciences (until recently headed by Jo Rycroft-Malone, another member of the Betsi Board) are still refusing to work in the region after having witnessed the practices at the Betsi whilst they were students.

I note that from this report, the out-of-hours GP service is still missing all the Welsh Government ‘targets’ by a long way.

Oh well, there’s a Betsi Board meeting on Thursday of this week, so it will be interesting to hear how they present this latest aspect of their continuing dismal performance. No doubt we’ll hear much about the ‘challenges’ and at least one of them will want to ’embed the learning’. But Gary will state that, as ever, everything is ‘great’.

Health Board Meeting Oct 10th 2016

Yesterday (10/10/2016) I attended the joint meeting of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board and the North Wales Community Health Council as an observing member of the public. Being World Mental Health Day, I had expected that there would probably be some patronising token gesture regarding this at the meeting – particularly as there was a TV programme being screened regarding the mental health services in north Wales later that evening. Not so – the mental health services did not appear anywhere on the agenda for the meeting, although people are continuing to die.

One item on the agenda that was discussed for more than 30 mins was ‘recruitment and retention’. This discussion was a real gem for an observing sociologist. The discussion was led by Martin Jones, the Board’s Director of Workforce and Operational Development. (Martin was previously the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust which was such a disaster that the Welsh Gov’t abolished it. Despite being presented with documentary evidence regarding serious wrongdoing on Martin’s part, the Welsh Gov’t did not dispense with his services but moved him sideways into his present position in the new Health Board, on a protected salary level of course.) Many people joined in the discussion, racking their brains as to why the Health Board might have a recruitment and retention problem and how this could be overcome. Even Brexit was mentioned. It was mentioned that nurses qualifying at Bangor University were leaving the area to work in England and that doctors just wouldn’t come to north Wales no matter how much they were told about the wonderful sporting facilities in the region and the ‘lifestyle’ available. What they all forgot to mention during this discussion is that the institutional corruption and workplace bullying in the north Wales NHS is now notorious and the Health Board is at present a toxic brand. Scores of nurses training at Bangor University tried to raise concerns with their tutors regarding the abuse of patients and bullying that they had experienced on placement – and there was very little support offered to them. They’re hardly going to volunteer for more of the same after qualifying. And yet among that Health Board sat Prof Jo Rycroft-Malone, head of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University – and she didn’t utter a word. As for the Board wheeling out Martin Jones as their recruiter in chief – this is a man who led a notoriously dreadful bunch of bruisers in his capacity as CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust who were truly loathed and held in contempt by the workforce. (‘They rule by fear’ one secretary at the hospital once observed to me.) Martin was also well known for ordering the removal of microwaves from the junior doctors rooms on the grounds that they were contributing to the spread of MRSA and for removing beds from the doctors rest rooms because he wasn’t going to pay them for lying down. He was also alleged to be deliberately relying on agency staff to staff the Hergest Unit because this ensured that no-one would blow the whistle on the abuses there – if they dared mention what was going on they’d never get any more work. The treatment of the junior doctors by Martin et al was so bad that they were telling their colleagues as well as medical students not to take a job in north Wales. So I’m not sure that Martin is going to be very successful in recruiting new staff – and as he admitted in yesterdays meeting, the Health Board can’t retain staff either. But then good staff don’t want to work in a dysfunctional culture where their colleagues are bullying them, concealing serious wrongdoing and killing patients – they’re going to leave.

Before the meeting began I had a short conversation with Grace Lewis-Parry, the Board Secretary. I reminded her that patients who complained were subjected to harassment and intimidation. She looked at me and remarked ‘strong words’. Which was exactly what a student nurse at Bangor University was told by one of her tutors when she mentioned the abuse and bullying that she was witnessing on placement. Presumably nurses in north Wales are trained in the use of this asinine phrase in the event of them being promoted – they can then trot it out when abusive behaviour is brought to their attention and thus fail to deal with the serious problems being mentioned. As well as encountering Grace before the meeting, I encountered Dr Peter Higson, the Chairman. I asked him if he was yet ready to reply to the letter that I had sent him eight years ago in his capacity as CEO of Health Inspectorate Wales regarding the serious abuses in the north Wales mental health services. He told me that he had ‘no recollection’ of my letter at all. Presumably he also has ‘no recollection’ of the sexual, physical and financial abuse of patients in the North Wales Hospital that was alleged to be rampant when he worked there and ‘no recollection’ of the many complaints that he failed to deal with when he worked as a manager in the north Wales mental health services. With a memory this bad one wonders how he functions. It has clearly escaped the attention of Grace and Peter that their Health Board now being a scandal ridden train wreck is the legacy of them and their colleagues spending years dismissing patients accounts of serious abuse as being merely ‘strong words’ or indeed not being able to recollect being told about it at all.

The impression one gained observing this meeting was that of a Health Board and Community Health Council beyond embarrassment, completely out of their depth, floundering around in the face of some truly terrible problems. But then the situation in the north Wales NHS is now so dire that I don’t think anyone on the planet could sort it out easily.

Whilst this meeting was taking place, Wales’s Health Minister Vaughan Gething was launching a Mental Health Strategy for Wales. But then the Welsh Gov’t have launched mental health strategies before with no effect – because staff, managers and Board members who abuse their positions and indeed abuse patients are never removed no matter what evidence is produced and no-one else wants to come here and work with them.