An Appalling Vista

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

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

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

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

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

Lord Denning

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

F and his new partner were visited by Jo Bott, a former police officer with the North Wales Police, who was employed as a child protection officer. She was friendly and charm itself. She took details and was given the names of the only two other people outside of the family concerned who knew about the indecent assaults as potential witnesses. Some two weeks late Jo Bott returned. She told F that there were no concerns about the family, that there would be no investigation and as she left the house she threatened F’s new partner with action if she ‘didn’t leave [F’s former partner] alone’. F’s partner had not seen or communicated with his former partner since she had visited the new baby before the couple had split up.

F had not had been allowed access to his baby by his former partner since he had left the family home. He had seen his baby – because the baby’s mother gloried in pushing the baby around the village in which F and his new partner lived.

F then received a solicitor’s letter from his former partner requesting money. The solicitor concerned was Elwyn Jones, a paedophiles’ friend who had a practice in Bangor. David Jones, the paedophiles’ friend and now Tory MP for Clwyd West, worked in the same practice. Elwyn Jones was the son of Sir Elwyn Jones, the former MP for Conwy, another paedophiles’ friend. For details of Elwyn Jones, his dad Sir Elwyn and David Jones, see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’.

By this time, F’s former partner had been given a new (rented) house with the North Wales Housing Association in Bethesda. She furnished it with the gear that F had purchased whilst he lived with the family. Her teenaged daughter, M, – who was pregnant – and M’s boyfriend Martin were given a NWHA house next door. There was very nearly a revolution in Bethesda because at that time the housing list was a mile long and across the area there were young parents with one or even two children who were living with relatives after having been told that no accommodation was available.

One day on the bus to Bangor a neighbour of F’s former partner remarked to someone that she had some very expensive stuff in her house considering that she was a single mother on benefits. F was on the bus at the time and another passenger responded by saying ‘yes and there’s the man who paid for it all’.

It was then discovered that F’s former partner had ‘done a deal’ with Gwynedd Social Services – if she agreed to deny F access to his baby on the grounds that he ‘presented a danger’ to the baby, she and her daughter would be housed in the village of their choice, next door to each other. Jo Bott was involved with this deal, as was Gwynedd County Councillor Dafydd Orwig, who was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which later merged with Bangor University.

F was then told by five different people that his former partner’s eldest son had moved into a flat in Bethesda with another young man, that they had offered their services as babysitters to a family with young children and allegations of sexual assault had been made against them.

F contacted the Hergest Unit staff and Bethesda surgery once more concerning the welfare of his son, to whom who he still had no access. He was told to stop worrying about his former partner and to ‘move on with his life’. He still had no access to his son.

The young man who had been accused of sexual assault moved out of the flat in Bethesda but no charges were ever brought against him or his friend.

M then gave birth to her baby girl. By the time that the baby was four weeks old, bruises were found on the baby which M admitted inflicting. M then left Martin and baby and began a relationship with another (married) man. F’s former partner stated that she would look after her granddaughter. Martin applied for custody. Gwynedd Social Services opposed him and told M daughter that if she would agree to attend the court hearing, she and F’s former partner would be given custody of the baby.  Fortunately for the baby girl, M did not bother to attend the hearing and custody was awarded to Martin, who lived with his parents in Tregarth – Martin’s family were very much more stable than M’s family.

Meanwhile F was charged with threatening a social worker – the case collapsed after the social worker admitted during the court hearing that she’d lied in her statement to the police. There was no investigation into the social worker.

M gave birth to another baby and injured that baby as well. I understand that the baby was taken into care.

F’s former partner and her family moved then away from Bethesda and I was told that she’d gone to live ‘with a friend and her family’ in Colwyn Bay.

The birth of F’s baby and the great stuffing over of F happened during the first police investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales.

When M and Martin’s baby was about 2-3 yrs old – so in approx 1995-96, as the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales grew louder and louder – Martin was found dead in the road near Bethesda. He had been hit by a lorry and killed. His death received coverage in the local paper and Martin’s devotion to his daughter was discussed in the article. It was explained that Martin’s little girl would now be brought up by Martin’s parents. There was no mention of the struggle that Martin had endured in order to gain custody of his daughter when she was a baby.

There was no investigation into Martin’s death. He was a witness to the way in which F had been stitched up as well as to other matters involving M’s family.

 

The following people – and many more as well – are still alive and knew the full details behind the fleecing of F and the theft of his son and some of them colluded with it:

Jo Bott; Drs Heinersdorff, Mithan, Nickson, Gareth Jones; Slob Ingham; Jan Ingham; Keith Fearns; Tom Harney; Jackie Brandt; Dr Sadie Francis; Dr Bob Tresman; Dr Neil Cheshire; Ella Fisk; Jeff Crowther; Penny Phillips; Gareth Phillips.

A number of other people knew as well but are now dead. All the above knew that F did not ‘abandon his son’ and ‘refuse to support him’. F had been taken to the cleaners and had to spend two years living a mile down the road from where his son had been housed with a bunch of child molesters, whilst F’s new partner cleared the utility of bills of his former partner and her family (nearly £1000) because F’s former partner had kept them in F’s name after she kicked him out. F’s new partner and F then received threats and demands for yet more money. When that didn’t work, they received offers of photos of F’s baby because he was a lovely baby and if only they could see what he looked like…

If that wasn’t enough, someone then killed Martin.

F’s former partner’s first husband Dai is now married to Katherine Jones, who has stood in recent elections as the Arfon candidate for Arthur Scargill’s Socialist Party.

Now perhaps Operation Pallial would like to interview all these people about some very serious crimes committed between 1992-1996.

Furthermore invertebrates, F might have been a ‘known schizophrenic’ but he had a bloody site more guts than you lot as he ran the gauntlet of paedophiles’ friends every time he left his house – paedophiles’ friends who even found a problem with him because of his hat and coloured waistcoats of all things. As he breezily said on so many occasions ‘I’m going to make a lot of people angry today by wearing my hat’.

 

I have mentioned that the Hergest staff were oblivious to the details of F’s life as a young man, those details had just been lost in the clouds of known schizophrenia, untoward hats and other stupid obsessions of the Top Doctors – they didn’t actually listen to much of what most of the patients told them anyway. So they missed a great deal.

 

What I knew was that F had a firm belief that Jimi Hendrix had been killed by criminal medical negligence on the grounds that certain establishment figures ‘hated Hendrix’. I spent a lot of time telling F that I knew well the appalling attitudes of Top Doctors towards certain cohorts and I also knew that Top Docs were not above not looking after certain people too well in the belief that they wouldn’t last too long – it was clear that this rationale had been applied to me and a number of other people I know, including F himself – but I wasn’t sure that the same had happened to Hendrix. F maintained that not only had Hendrix been helped along his way after he’d been admitted to hospital following an overdose, but that a former girlfriend of Hendrix was concealing what had happened and another former girlfriend knew ‘the truth’ and was being slowly destroyed.

F maintained that whilst he had been in Risley after the fire, a detective from London arrived and said that he had come to interview him about Hendrix’s death. F never wavered from this story – a detective had arrived and after F had refused to discuss anything with him the detective had lost his temper, said ‘you’re bloody nuts anyway’ and he had been thrown back into his cell. Brown and I always took the view that a detective did go to see F – Risley was ridden with corruption and there were no rules there, nothing will have been documented – but it was probably someone trying to extract information about the drug scene in north Wales. Then I wondered if it was someone who was trying to ensure that the violence in the police station and the fitting up of F was kept under wraps.

But after reading a bit more about Hendrix’s death I’m now wondering whether, as F always claimed, that detective was something to do with matters Hendrix.

It is taken as a given that Jimi Hendrix died on 18 Sep 1970 after an overdose. What I didn’t realise was that there was indeed a lot of confusion surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death and that two of his former girlfriends were indeed at each others throats, because one of them, Monika, alleged medical negligence so serious that it killed Hendrix. The other former girlfriend, Kathy, married a Top Doctor after Hendrix’s death and maintained that this was an outrageous allegation, outrageous enough for Mrs Top Doctor to at one point attempt to have Monika imprisoned.

Kathy has fared rather better than Monika – Monika was trashed by the media and killed herself years ago.

 

Kathy Etchingham was born 1946 in Derby, the daughter of an Irishman from Dublin. Her mother deserted the family when Kathy was ten years old, and Kathy was sent to the Holy Faith convent boarding school in Dublin. Returning to England, having been ‘snatched from the convent’ by her mother, she made her way to London when she was 16.

In London, Kathy became a DJ at the Cromwellian Club in Kensington and later at the Scotch of St James nightclub, in addition to working as a hairdresser. She knew musicians of the period including ‘The Animals’, ‘The Who’, ‘The Kinks’, ‘The Moody Blues’, ‘The Move’ and many others. 

Kathy met Hendrix when she was 20 in the Scotch of St James, on the night of his arrival in London in Sept 1966 and they became a couple. In 1969, she and Hendrix parted.

Monika Dannemann was a German figure skater and the last girlfriend of Hendrix. After Hendrix died, Monika married the guitarist Uli John Roth of the ‘Scorpions’.

Monika was first introduced to Jimi on 12 Jan 1969 in Dusseldorf where he was playing a concert. She spent the night with him and part of the next day and accompanied him to Cologne, where he was playing another concert. Monika returned to Dusseldorf – Hendrix spent the last night of the tour with model Uschi Obermaier. On 25 March 1969, Hendrix wrote to Monika inviting her to visit him in New York City. Monika claimed that she next saw Hendrix on 25 April 1969 at the Speakeasy Club in London, where she bumped into him. Monika stated that they spent time together over the next nine days but that she only spent one night with him.

After his Sept 1970 European tour, Hendrix began a relationship with model Kirsten Nefer. Nefer left London due to work and Hendrix took up with Monika on 15 Sept 1970 and spent the next four nights with her at the Samarkand Hotel in Notting Hill Gate, where he fell into a coma.

It is accepted that Monika was the last person to see Hendrix alive. On the evening of 17 Sept 1970, Hendrix took at least one amphetamine pill at a party. He returned to Monika’s flat and took nine of Monika’s Vesparax sleeping tablets – the recommended dose was half to one tablet. Monika claimed that one the morning of 18 Sept, she found Hendrix in a coma at her flat. She called for an ambulance which arrived at 11:27 am. Hendrix was declared dead at St Mary Abbot’s Hospital at 12:45 pm. The cause of death was ‘asphyxiation through aspiration of vomit due to a barbiturate overdose’.

Monika seemed to have great difficulty getting over Hendrix’s death, although she did marry Roth. She spent the rest of her life selling her paintings of Hendrix and enjoyed dressing up as a rock chick years after Hendrix and many of those who associated with her had died. Monika’s claim that Hendrix was her real love didn’t concern Roth – he was a massive Hendrix fan himself and accepted Monika’s loyalty to her dead boyfriend.

The one person who was seriously pissed off by Monika living on her memories of Hendrix was Kathy Etchingham. Their spat brewed away for many years without people outside the circle of Hendrix devotees – such as F – really noticing, but in April 1996 it hit the media as a result of Kathy taking legal action against Monika for contempt of court and requesting her imprisonment.

Kathy seemed to place herself in a contradictory position. She dripped with contempt for Monika on the grounds that Monika was a sad old bag who had spent decades dining out on her relationship with Hendrix and that she ought to bloody well get over it and indeed ‘move on’. Much was made in the media of Kathy’s status as a ‘middle aged Surrey doctor’s wife’ who was a great deal more sane than the deranged Monika. Yet the Surrey doctor’s wife, like Monika, made damn sure that everyone knew that she had been Hendrix’s girlfriend. Furthermore, Kathy had been Hendrix’s REAL girlfriend, as opposed to Monika the flibbertigibit who had only known Hendrix for a few days of casual sex at the end of his life.

In April 1996 Monika was found guilty of contempt of court by Mr Justice French, for repeating ‘false allegations’ against Kathy, precisely that Kathy was an ‘inveterate liar’ about her relationship with Hendrix. Monika’s 1995 book ‘The Inner Life Of Jimi Hendrix’ had quoted Hendrix as saying that Kathy was someone who would ‘cheat and lie for money’. Kathy claimed that the book was libellous and took Monika to court where Monika gave the undertaking which she later breached and saw her before Justice French in April 1996.

Kathy had asked Mr Justice French to imprison Monika. He declined to do so, but did award costs of £30,000 against Monika.

 

The matter was reported by the Indie on 3 April, 1996, who stated that Kathy had ‘claimed victory yesterday over her Sixties rival who was found guilty of contempt by a High Court judge’.

Kathy stated that ‘This is a victory for common sense and I am absolutely delighted. This has been an ongoing problem for me but I hope this is an end to it now. I was fed up that someone who only had a relationship with Jimi for three days claims she was engaged to him. It is absolutely bizarre that this has been going on for 26 years’.

The Indie continued: ‘The battle between the two women goes back to the Seventies. In a series of ‘News of the World’ articles, Miss Etchingham claimed that Miss Danneman did not do enough to save Hendrix after he died from an overdose of sleeping tablets. Miss Danneman wrote her libellous book in 1995 in which she quoted Hendrix as saying that Mrs Etchingham was a girl ‘who will cheat and lie for money’.

Matters moved up to a whole new level two days later when Monika was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes Benz near her home in Seaford, East Sussex. The verdict was one of suicide.

 

The media’s reaction after Monika’s death were extraordinary. Was there any sympathy shown towards Monika? Not at all – a load more abuse was heaped upon her.

On 6 April 6, 1996, the ‘Daily Mail’ published a deeply unpleasant article by Edward Verity:

‘The death of 50-year-old Monika Danneman, the guitar hero’s `fiancee’, in a fume-filled car brings to an end half a lifetime of pointless fretting and grieving over a man who, if the truth be told, she hardly knew. For Kathy Etchingham, another former Hendrix girlfriend and Monika’s rival in this week’s High Court case, it means the painful reopening of old wounds at a time when she should have been celebrating her legal victory. The story of Jimi, Monika and Kathy is an extraordinary saga of obsession, jealousy, love, Swinging Sixties excess and wasted life…Monika’s version of events – long disputed by Kathy and many Hendrix fans – was given…at the inquest…The German-born blonde told how Hendrix, to whom she had been engaged for two years, came to stay at her West London flat four days before his death.

On their last day together, they took photographs and went shopping before she cooked spaghetti bolognese for dinner and opened a bottle of white wine.`There was no arguing or stress. We were talking and listening to music,’ she said. After helping with the washing up and writing his last song, Hendrix decided he wanted to go to a party on his own. Monika dutifully drove him, returning at 2.30 am to collect him. The following day she woke at 10.20 am and wanted some cigarettes. `But as Jimi did not like me going out without me telling him, I looked to see if he was awake. He was sleeping normally. Just before I was about to go out I glanced at him again and realised he was ill. I tried to wake up but I couldn’t. Then I saw he had been taking some of my sleeping tablets. He must have taken them shortly after I started to fall asleep.’

Verity continues:

‘Monika’s story is that Hendrix died at 12.45 pm that day, shortly after being admitted to hospital. She told the inquest she had never known the guitarist take hard drugs, although he had admitted trying them. `He was never sad or depressed when he was with me,’ she concluded. A verdict of accidental death was recorded and Monika stuck rigidly to her story ever afterwards, even hiring her own private investigator at one stage to prove she did all she could to save him. `What I said at the inquest is exactly what happened,’ she told the Mail in December 1993 after we revealed Scotland Yard was reopening its investigation into Hendrix’s death. `The police will find that out. There are some people who are trying to reinvent Jimi’s death. But the fact is he died accidentally. Naturally I will never forget that night, but I have nothing to hide. What certain people are saying about Jimi’s death and about me is not nice.’

 

So Monika seems to have been defending herself from accusations that she had been responsible for Hendrix’s death – she felt such pressure that she had even resorted to hiring a private detective to defend her position. Her comments to the Mail in 1993 seem to be quite restrained in view of the allegations that were levelled at her (some people alleged that she poisoned Hendrix). The harshest that Monika gets is to state that what some people were saying about her ‘is not nice’. If someone accused me of murder, I’d be a lot ruder about them than that.

Yet the Mail took this as a declaration of war: ‘The latter was, of course, an implicit attack on Kathy, now 49 and married to Dr Nicholas Page and living in a £400,000 detached house in Surrey surrounded by woodland. This mutual enmity is hardly surprising. For the two leading women in Hendrix’s life were as different as their contrasting versions of his death.’

We’re on familiar ‘Daily Mail’ territory here – the middle aged and middle class, the alleged value of the house provided (in Surrey as well) along with the info that it’s next to a nice woods. Probably with Tufty resident among the trees.

Whereas the deceased Monika was ‘pinched and fragile with a hippy fringe and a cascade of Born Unblonde curls’ who ‘lived like a recluse in a thatched cottage on the South Coast which she turned into a shrine to her lost love. Her paintings of Hendrix, depicted as a young god come to earth, stared down from every wall.’

But by ‘Daily Mail’ standards, doesn’t a thatched cottage on the south coast usually win hands down over a Surrey house next to someone else’s woodland? Perhaps not, if there are paintings of Hendrix inside the thatched cottage and the owner of the cottage uses the wrong brand of hair-dye.

Even the more liberal Indie couldn’t resist putting the boot into the dead Monika. An article by Mary Braid on 30 April 1996 told readers that:

‘…most press reports concluded that [Monika’s] death brought to an end a 26-year catfight. Dannemann, 50, was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes after being found guilty of contempt of court for repeating a libel against a 49-year- old Surrey doctor’s wife…the story is more than a lifetime of eye-scratching. It is the tale of the creation of a rock ‘n’ roll myth and of the woman who built her life upon it and felt compelled to bow out when the elaborate, artificial edifice began to crumble around her….To Dannemann, [Hendrix] was not just the world’s most gifted guitarist. She considered him a prophet…She claims she soon left Germany and her job as an ice-skating teacher to follow Jimi to London. She has always claimed – despite contrary evidence – that an 18-month relationship and engagement followed. What no one can deny is that she was with him the night he choked to death on his own vomit’.

Braid geared up even more:

‘she was for ever the focus for suspicions surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death. Some said she delayed calling an ambulance; a few even claimed she poisoned him. After Jimi died, Dannemann made a career of being Hendrix’s fiancee. Endless newspaper, documentary and book interviews followed with spreads in Hello! magazine at her home in Seaford, Sussex (a veritable shrine to Hendrix), and with Hendrix’s family in Seattle, as well as guest appearances at Hendrix conventions’.

Mary Braid then let’s us know who the real partner of Hendrix was and it wasn’t the deluded old slapper who, interestingly, was obviously accepted by Hendrix’s family and fans:

‘In Dannemann’s lifelong homage to Hendrix, Etchingham was always the party-pooper. Hendrix had lived with Etchingham in the late Sixties. Their relationship lasted for almost three years. He was still involved with her when Dannemann claims their love affair began. Etchingham’s mere existence was annoyance enough. But her very different view of Hendrix – troubled booze and drug-abusing man rather than serene, spiritual, drug- free demi-God – no doubt irked Dannemann more…the contrast between the women was stark – Dannemann with her Marianne Faithful fringe, a grotesque superannuated hippy chick versus Etchingham with the sleek Nineties bob and the executive suit. While Dannemann’s life seemed to freeze on the day Hendrix died, Kathy, a mother of two, had had the sense to let the Sixties go.’

Monika’s fringe obviously caused as much trouble as F’s hat. Why ever would one attribute sanity or credibility to a woman with a fringe if she was pitched against a woman with ‘a sleek Nineties bob’ and an ‘executive suit’?

I hope that the ‘Daily Mail’ don’t ever write an article about me, they’re going to find me seriously wanting.

Mary Braidy does realise that Monika’s husband was seriously pissed off with the media coverage of his late wife: ‘Uli John Roth, who lived with Dannemann for 17 years, seethes at how the newspapers depicted Dannemann as timewarp woman. “I’m speaking up for Monika because she was never very good at speaking up for herself,” he says.

Well she wasn’t a Top Doctor’s wife mouthing off to the ‘Daily Mail’ and demanding that people should be imprisoned – people who of course are sad and mad and can’t be believed but nonetheless need to be imprisoned.

Where have I encountered such logic before?

Uli Roth took the view that Monika was in a rather better position that the Top Doc’s wife in possession of the sleek Nineties bob where having knowledge of Hendrix before he died was concerned: ‘She was involved with him during the last 18 months when he went through a lot of emotional and spiritual changes…There was no one that he told as much to as he told Dannemann. And that made some people very, very jealous. He was not the psychedelic bubblehead guitar player as portrayed’.

Uli had also stated that he believed that foul play may well have been involved in Monika’s death, despite the verdict of suicide.

We are not provided with a description of Uli’s hairstyle or clothes, so we don’t know how believable he is.

 

It gets better. Not only is the dead nearly-imprisoned Monika nuts, but Kathy is the real victim. Mary Braid explains:

‘At her luxury home in the Surrey countryside, Kathy Etchingham answers her front door accompanied by a huge dog. She peeps out as if looking for trouble. Someone has phoned that morning accusing her of murdering Dannemann. Her large homely kitchen seems a world away from Jimi Hendrix and the far-out, blow your mind, psychedelic Sixties. There are no portraits of Jimi. Today, she is trying to rescue her 18-year-old son from Japan where he has run out of money and she is waiting for her husband, Nick, to get home from work.’

So Kathy is holed up in her country house, equipped with a drug dealer’s dog (Dafydd had a Doberman) and no doubt other security measures. Although Kathy was ‘delighted’ to have won the High Court case against the mad, sad Monika, she’s not gloating:

‘Etchingham has said little since the suicide out of respect for Dannemann’s family. But she says she does not blame herself. She could not allow Dannemann to go on repeating the libel that she was a liar and that she stole from Jimi. The Hendrix scene, she says, has its share of crazies. Dannemann’s accusations were putting her life at risk.’

 

How Monika’s accusations were putting Kathy’s life at risk was not explained. If I knew that someone who had had a relationship with the same man as me 26 yrs ago was preserved in aspic and enjoyed chatting about old times and flogging pictures of the former partner and I prided myself on my luxury house, my sleek Nineties bob and having ‘moved on’, I’m not sure that I’d bother to try to have her imprisoned even if she had published a book calling me a liar. I don’t think I’d be that concerned, especially if I was dismissing everyone from those times as ‘crazies’.

 

Once again, readers were reminded of Kathy’s superior qualities: ‘Etchingham is still remarkably girlish; with cheekbones to kill for’.

If readers seek out a photo of Kathy from this time, they will see a middle-aged woman with a boring hairstyle, not evidence of cheekbones capable of incitement to murder.

Kathy ‘was a 23-year-old hairdresser when she dated Jimi. She was another person in another time and she seldom thinks of Jimi these days, she claims. But you wonder. Because even here the past still has its pull. She cared enough to spend three years in the early Nineties investigating the circumstances surrounding Jimi Hendrix’s death. She criticised Dannemann’s account of Jimi’s death for its “inconsistencies”. And her 34-page dossier resulted in Scotland Yard reopening the case, although it was subsequently dropped.’

 

For someone who in no way thinks of herself and her value in terms of her status as Hendrix’s former girlfriend, Kathy certainly pushed the boat out. She even got Scotland Yard to re-investigate his death. So who was Kathy accusing of what?

Kathy retained a healthy interest in Hendrix after Monika’s death. She led a campaign to persuade English Heritage to place a Blue Plaque on the Mayfair flat which she and Hendrix shared – the Plaque was erected in 1997. Because, of course ‘she cared’.

In 1998 Kathy published a book about her life with Hendrix.

Er – this is a woman who has ‘moved on?’

 

After Monika’s death, Kathy told the media that ‘she only got involved in the whole Hendrix business in the early Nineties’.

So what was all that about a 26 yr long spat with Monika, who was such a pain in the bum that she needed jailing?

Kathy explained: ‘I don’t like history being altered’…it’s not right that anyone should change the character and essence of a person. Jimi was a really nice bloke but he was not a prophet…At the end he was a man who had lost his way. If you look at the footage of the final concerts you can see what LSD and cocaine do.’ Kathy believed that ‘the court case was the final blow to Dannemann’s lifelong deception’. ‘The court case established once and for all that she was not Jimi’s girlfriend’, Kathy was quoted as saying, ‘Everything was beginning to catch up with her’.

 

I’m not sure how a court case can establish whether someone had been in a relationship with someone else or not – was Mr Justice French resident in Hendrix’s bedroom at the time? I think that it might have been the non-stop denigration from the world’s media, the accusations that Monika was a murderer and Kathy’s attempt to imprison her that might have caught up with Monika.

 

Monika had received quite a kicking by the time that she was found dead. In Feb 1996, an American music magazine ‘cast doubt’ on her version of events on the night that Hendrix died and on her claims to have had a relationship with him. A hour-long documentary on Radio 4 broadcast at about the same time ‘was just as sceptical’ and a new film was ‘expected to add to the doubt’. To Steve Rodham, editor of ‘Jimpress’, a Hendrix fanzine, Monika’s life was a life wasted: ‘I think she really did believe she was Jimi’s girlfriend although there was no real evidence… Jimi was just a guitar player. If he was alive, he would have laughed his socks off about all this. He liked women, but the music always came first’.

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

I have discussed in detail in previous posts how the most distressing things happening to kids in care or psych patients were ignored by the professional classes or simply dismissed out of hand if anyone made a formal complaint. It was as a result of this that Dafydd and the paedophiles were able to commit such serious offences. An excellent example of professional attitudes was illustrated by an anecdote that a man who was friends with F told me.
This man lived in Bethesda but he wasn’t local. He had moved to Bethesda in about 1988 from London – he lived in a street near F. This man was, like F, ‘a known schizophrenic’ who was neglected appallingly by the Bethesda GPs. The bus that used to run between Bethesda and Bangor in the 1980s and 1990s was a very friendly bus and I heard many interesting things on that bus. One day the neighbour of F’s told me how they had become such good mates. They had both been into Bangor for groceries and as they got off the bus in Bethesda and were walking up the hill, F’s neighbour from London – who had never spoken to F before – said to F ‘God this hill will be the death of me’. So F put on a pirate’s voice – which he was regularly doing at that time – and said for a laugh ‘I’ll tell you what’ll be the death of you. It won’t be this hill, it’ll be when I slit your gizzards’. F then went into his house, completely oblivious that the man from London was terrified.
No residents of Bethesda knew at the time, but the man from London had been violently attacked in London and seriously injured and had also experienced very serious abuse at the hands of a psychiatric hospital in London, so he was a wary man. The Bethesda police however did know about this. The man from London told me that he sat in his house after the pirate incident thinking ‘bloody hell, what if he does it? He could come over and kill me’. The man from London got so worried that he went down to Bethesda Police Station and told them. The Bethesda police then went to see F and F explained that it was a joke, of course he wasn’t going to slit anyone’s gizzards and F did a demo of the pirate’s voice for the policeman.
According to the man from London, the Bethesda police then went to see him, said that they’d spoken to F and told the man from London ‘he’s completely mad and there’s nothing that we can do about him’.
The man from London spent the next few days in a state of terror. Another neighbour found out what was going on and told F. So when F saw the man from London sitting on a chair out the front on the next sunny day, F went up to the man from London, gave him a flower and related anecdotes about peace protesting hippies sticking flowers in the barrels of guns and reassured him that he really was not about to be murdered.
This story caused a certain amount of entertainment, but it was attitudes like this that enabled a people trafficking gang run by local Top Doctors to rip through north Wales for years and to even kill witnesses.
It was a PC from Bethesda Police Station who knew that F had been thumped by a Sergeant in the loo when he was arrested and framed as I described above. In spite of all that had happened to him, F was very extrovert and friendly and I witnessed him cheerily chatting to a PC from Bethesda and saying ‘you remember that Sergeant hitting me don’t you, you were the one who was there’. The PC looked a bit embarrassed and shuffled about uncomfortably. One wonders what else that PC had witnessed.
Vulnerable people were regularly harassed, threatened, assaulted, robbed, molested, made homeless and it was very often employees of the ‘services’ who did this. It was all just completely ignored. What happened to kids in care and psych patients just did not matter, even when they were found dead.

 

In about 1996, as the staff of the Hergest Unit was sinking amongst the chaos and dysfunction yet were maintaining their delusion that the mental health services in Gwynedd were ‘among the best in Europe’, a man from outside of the area heard many personal accounts of the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles. An Angel who was doing a PhD with Manchester University arrived to conduct research with Hergest patients regarding treating severe mental illness ‘by talking interventions’. A number of ‘schizophrenics’ were asked if they would like to ‘talk’ to this Angel. That Angel must have had quite a surprise, because at least three of the nutters who had been selected for ‘taking treatment’ had been victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles and they will have said something about this to him.

It was a real laugh because F was selected for talking treatment. Interestingly enough F was asked by Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) if he’d like to talk about Hendrix to the Angel. F of course said yes, because he loved talking about Hendrix. However, when F met the Angel F asked him what his research was about. The Angel told F that he would interview F, then F would be given ‘therapy’ and then he would re-interview F in a couple of months time and if F’s beliefs had changed, then the Angel knew that the therapy had worked. Whereupon F told the Angel ‘well you are therefore assuming that I am wrong and you are right so I’m not going to bother to talk to you’ and left the room.

F later said to me ‘I’m fucking sick of this lot telling me that Hendrix wasn’t murdered when I know that he was’.

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit, later became very irked when F told him that he would never speak to anyone about Hendrix again. Then Dr Bob Tresman had a go and said to F ‘are you really telling us that people’s lives are at risk if you talk about Hendrix?’, to which F replied ‘yes’.

 

Before he relocated to north Wales, Tony Francis worked at Manchester alongside Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson, who had been concealing Dafydd’s wrongdoing for years (see post ‘The Mentor’). Whilst at Manchester, Francis worked with Professor Ian Brockington’s team – Brockington then took up a Chair alongside Robert Bluglass and the other paedophiles’ friends at Birmingham University (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

 

One of the defences of Dafydd mounted by the drips at the Hergest Unit was that as well as ‘helping drug addicts’, Dafydd was ‘good at getting people Army pensions’. I described in my post ‘A Very Bad PR Man’ how I found out that Dafydd was somehow securing Army pensions for people who had been thrown out of the Army in disgrace. I only gained documentary evidence of this recently, but I knew that Dafydd was doing some rather strange things in relation to Army pensions years ago in the 1990s, as a result of a jolly little joke that F played on Dafydd.

F had also become suspicious of Dafydd’s ability to secure Army pensions for the most unlikely of people. So one evening F rang Dafydd, claiming to be a Brigadier with a brother who was a Colonel, who were both in need of Army pensions. Furthermore to add to the fun, the Col suffered from Tourette’s syndrome, the particular symptoms of which were that the Col burst into loud laughter every time that Dafydd actually said anything. Dafydd had been so highly recommended to the Brigadier and the Col by an unidentified person who had heard about Dafydd’s unrivalled clinical skills, that the Brigadier and the Col had come straight up from Aldershot to seek him out. They were staying in a B&B in Holyhead and ringing Dafydd from a public phone box.

The Col rang first. Dafydd answered and of course the Col pissed himself laughing. Dafydd slammed the phone down. So then the Brigadier rang. The Brigadier explained to Dafydd about his brother’s Tourette’s and apologised to Dafydd – the Brigadier had told his brother not to ring Dafydd, but the Col had rushed out of the room, down to the phone box and had rung Dafydd. Then the Col had returned in tears because Dafydd had hung up on him. The Brigadier told Dafydd that the Col had developed Tourette’s after serving in the Falklands – the Col was suffering from PTSD and had not been the same since Goose Green. Dafydd replied ‘interesting, interesting’. The Brigadier told Dafydd that they were desperate for help, that ‘money was no object’ and that what they really wanted was Army pensions. Dafydd responded that would be no problem at all and ‘I’m here for you and your brother’.

However the wicked old bugger Dafydd never apologised for making the Col cry.

There was a lot of background racket whilst the Brigadier was on the phone to Dafydd and Dafydd apologised and explained that he had an S4C film crew there, but he really did want to help the Brigadier and the Col. Dafydd then asked the Brigadier for his phone number so that he could ring him back once S4C had finished. F of course was in the phone box at Rachub and couldn’t give Dafydd a number, so F made a number up and the conversation continued. Then Dafydd asked for the Brigadier’s number again – on the grounds that ‘I’ve had nuisance phone calls rather similar to this one’. At which point F observed that no he hadn’t, the others were completely different and rung off.

To quote Tom Jones when he sung ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there, laughing’. Actually I was in hysterics, I could not believe what I was hearing.

Since F’s bit of fun that evening, I have wondered and wondered who on earth was rubber stamping all those Army pensions on the basis of Dafydd’s ‘assessments’.

I think that I might have found out who it was.

From 1996-2005 Professor Sir Mansel Aylward was Chief Medical Adviser, Medical Director and Chief Scientist of the DWP and Chief Medical Adviser and Head of Profession at the Veteran’s Agency, MoD. He was on the board of the Benefits Agency Medical Service in the 1990s.

So Mansel, why did you ever take the word of a complete idiot involved in serious crime whilst you were dishing out the Army pensions? An idiot who clearly knew nothing about Tourette’s, PTSD, Goose Green or indeed anything else, but who was ready and willing as soon as he heard the magic words ‘money is no object’?

And whilst you’re about it Mansel, the Col still wants an apology after Dafydd made him cry.

Mansel assumed responsibility for Army pensions in 1996, which was the year after Dafydd ‘retired’ and the North Wales Hospital ‘closed down’, although neither of those things happened.

 

Professor Sir Mansel Aylward is now Director of the Centre for Psychosocial Research, Occupational and Physician Health at Cardiff University School of Medicine. He bagged his K in the 2010 New Year Honours and was made a Freeman of the Borough of Merthyr Tydfil in 2013.

Mansel is Chair of Public Health Wales, which as explained in my post ‘The International Language of Screaming’, is a receptacle for paedophiles’ friends who have been kicked out of everywhere but whom no-one dares turn loose because of the dirt that they have on everyone else.

 

So how did Meri Huws manage to land so many senior jobs when she was a drunken harpie who didn’t know her arse from her elbow?

 

Aylward’s wife Angela was involved in setting up a company called Mediprobe, trading under the name Nationwide Medical Examination Advisory Service Ltd., which arranged for the agency’s doctors to work for insurance companies. Mansel was involved in the establishment of the Work Capability Assessment test. When he left the DWP, he headed the UnumProvident Centre for Psychosocial and Disability Research, at Cardiff University.

Aylward has been criticized for giving academic credibility to the biopsychosocial model, which was said to be the basis of the Cameron’s Gov’ts disability benefits crackdown.

I think that Angel from Manchester University who heard so much about a gang of sex offenders from the Hergest patients more than 20 years ago was working on the assumption of a ‘biopsychosocial model’. It was certainly easier than admitting that gangsters were running the public services.

Mansel is Chair of the Advisory Board of HCML, a ‘provider of rehabilitation and case management services to insurance companies and the corporate sector’ and Chair of the Bevan Commission, a group of international experts who advise the Welsh Gov’t Minister for Health and Social Services.

 

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Yesterday a promotional e mail arrived in my inbox concerning a book that the University of Wales Press thinks that I might like to purchase. I don’t think that I’ll bother, because it was my idea that was plagiarised in order to write this book – I met the author when I was still working at Bangor University and I have not forgotten her.

At the time I was interested in publishing on the role of Nonconformism on the identity of women in Wales in the 19th and 20th centuries. I was building up a reputation for publishing on new analyses of gendered identity in the recent history of Wales at the time and Brown and me were the only people doing anything like this. I had recently had a bad experience when someone else at Bangor University plagiarised my work, successfully submitted it to a grant funding body and gave the dosh to her PhD student – who had failed his PhD as a result of her appalling supervision, was having to resubmit and needed a salary whilst he rewrote – and friendlier colleagues had told me not to discuss any of my work within this woman’s earshot again.

So I was a little cautious when I received a phone call from a vicar who was trying to build an academic career as well telling me that she was working on the gendered identity of Welsh women with an emphasis on the role played by Nonconformism. Because that was exactly what I was just developing and I knew that there was bugger all published about it. However she asked if she could meet me so I sad yes. It was an interesting meeting.

This vicar claimed to have a PhD in gender theory but she didn’t seem to know anything about gender theory. Neither did she know anything about previous work on gendered identity. She was a female vicar whose idea of an interest in gender theory was, well, being a female vicar. I am sure that it would be possible to publish some very interesting work on the experience of female vicars in the Church in Wales, but I don’t think that she was going to. She then asked if she could read my data – after having asked me for elementary advice on how to collect such data. By now alarm bells were ringing loudly. Then she dropped the bomb – she was a friend of Delyth Morris.

The dreadful Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula was a legend at Bangor University. She lied, she cheated, she plagiarised, she bullied. It was Duckula who had plagiarised my previous idea and used the resulting funding to pay the salary of the PhD student whom she had let down so badly whilst he rewrote and resubmitted.

At this point I told the ignoramus of a vicar that I would not be releasing any of my data, particularly to someone who had been sent in my direction by Duckula.

The vicar has now – YEARS later – written the book that Duckula was obviously told that I was planning, because that is the book that UWP are offering to sell me ie. ‘Women, Identity and Religion in Wales’ by Manon Ceridwen James.

Manon: after you paid me a visit with the intention of stealing my data as well as my idea, I spoke to a friend who is a sociologist of religion who knows you. He told me that you are a bloody nightmare and that I really should give you a very wide berth if you ever contacted me again.

 

This is not the first time that I have seen an idea of mine and Brown’s on sale by UWP. Just before I left Bangor, I e mailed a number of literature scholars in Swansea and Aberystwyth Universities and invited them to join the Madness and Literature Network which Brown established, explaining that we were interested in publishing some work in this field about women in Wales because there was no Welsh scholarship in this area. I heard nothing from any of them. So imagine my surprise when three years ago I was walking through Aberystwyth and there staring at me out of a bookshop window was a book written by one of those whom I e mailed with a remarkably similar title to the sort of suggestions that I made in my e mail. I had a quick look through the book and it was not that impressive. I told a former senior colleague from Bangor about my discovery and I observed that it wasn’t even a very good book, I don’t know why they bothered. To which my former colleague replied ‘well SHE won’t know that her book’s no good’.

No, she won’t. Like Duckula and Manon, she’s not very bright, she doesn’t know her stuff but she did hear that Brown and Baker had some good ideas so she stole them.

 

Manon Ceridwen James is certainly networked with the best. The book comes highly recommended by one Emeritus Professor Densil Morgan of the University of Wales Trinity St David. Densil and his toadies were ejected from the Bangor University School of Theology some years ago as a parting gift for the Oppressed from the VC just before he retired. How thankful so many people were for that after the Great Terror of Densil and his partner in crime Catrin Haf, a Great Terror that had persisted for years and ruined the life of many a colleague and student. Densil and Catrin sought sanctuary at Trinity St David’s and since their arrival most of the originals at the Theology Dept at Trinity St David’s have found jobs elsewhere. See my post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ for the story of Densil and Catrin Haf, their many victims and Densil’s admiration for the forefathers of the paedophiles’ friends.

The flyer for Manon’s book tells me that Manon is the Director of Ministry for the diocese of St Asaph, Church in Wales and Honorary Canon of St Asaph Cathedral.

Manon will have learnt a few things if she’s working at St Asaph Cathedral. Such as the activities of Hugh Davies, the choirmaster and organist at St Asaph Cathedral, 1985-98, who was later imprisoned for the possession of child porn. One of Davies’s former pupils killed himself after alleging that Davies had sexually abused him. Perhaps Manon also knows the prodigious son of Geoff, the former landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. I can’t remember the name of  Geoff’s son, but he won a scholarship to Eton on the basis of his musical talents – playing the organ no less – and was featured on TV. It was in the mid-1990s, at the time of the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales, at the same time as all those other talented youngsters were discovered whose families were facilitating the paedophile ring which everybody maintained did not exist.

Geoff knew a lot about corruption among professional people in north Wales. Geoff was a magistrate and a corrupt copper who arrested me in London in 1991 after the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had perjured themselves, told me that he used to be stationed in north Wales and that he and his mates enjoyed themselves chucking local Bethesda boys in Llyn Ogwen after giving them a kicking and ‘if Geoff was on the bench we knew that we’d be OK’. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

What that copper didn’t know as he did his Life On Mars bit to impress a Bird, was that this particular bird knew that his crimes were rather more serious than just chucking the local teenagers into the lake for a dip to wash away the blood. I remember local young men being found dead in Llyn Ogwen after having ‘drowned whilst midnight swimming when drunk’. Local boys didn’t go swimming in Llyn Ogwen – the outdoor crowd did, but not those young men from Bethesda. Llyn Ogwen is several miles up the valley, it is cold and wet in winter and not many of the young working class men in Bethesda who were being beaten up by Geoff’s mates in the police took part in outdoor pursuits.

 

One of Geoff’s regulars who could be seen in the Douglas virtually every evening was Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at the Hergest Unit.

 

When my friend warned me about Manon Ceridwen, I am fairly sure that he told me that she had previously been the curate or vicar in Llanllechid. There was a curate or vicar in Llanllechid back in the 1990s called Manon, because I knew someone who had an encounter with her who was seriously unimpressed. Someone I knew in Rachub found Satanic graffiti on the inside of a building in the village and became very concerned. I took the view that it was probably teenagers messing around but this person maintained that there are some odd people on this earth and that it would be worth finding out what had been going on. The building with the Satanic graffiti was just three doors down from a man who was not only dealing in class A drugs but was also sexually exploiting local women on a very big scale and had a keen interest in Black Magic and Aleister Crowley, although that particular man was capable of causing quite enough damage without summoning up assistance from Satan.

The resident of Rachub who found the Satanic graffiti decided to contact the local vicar – a new female vicar called Manon. He told her of his concerns and she didn’t share them. He then explained that just doors away from the Satanic graffiti lived a man with highly problematic behaviour who also dealt in class A drugs. Manon told the caller that she really wasn’t interested in hearing about Satanic graffiti because she wasn’t a painter and decorator. No, but she was a member of the clergy of the Church in Wales and some of her colleagues had been involved with perpetrating and concealing child sexual abuse.

I am not entirely sure if the Manon who came to steal my data was the same Manon who wasn’t a painter and decorater, but Manon Ceridwen James’s mate Duckula the Plagiarist knows a great deal about the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales, because before Duckula was an academic who didn’t understand or take an interest in academic work (Duckula memorably told me that ‘Althussar was just a load of old rubbish really’ – OK Duckula, we’ll forget about him then), Duckula was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council…

Duckula was certainly a woman of contradictions. Duckula particularly hated the English owners of second homes in north Wales and was delighted when her daughter Gillian – Daughter of Duckula – struck up a romantic relationship with one of the few people in north Wales who did serve a prison sentence for offences involving bombs. So Duckula was keeping it very quiet indeed that she owned a second home in France. Duckula had much previous which impacted upon her role as a magistrate in Holyhead, particularly the bribery and corruption previous…

 

It might be worth me breaking my silence here regarding the man who benefited from the salary that Duckula raised by plagiarising my idea. I was told by another PhD student that the young man concerned knew that Duckula had nicked my work to raise a salary for him and was worried lest I found out. I had found out, but I took the view that it was Duckula who had plagiarised my work not him and I wasn’t going to blame a PhD student who was having to rewrite his thesis because of Duckula’s gross incompetence. In fact it was the English speaking sociologists in Bangor – including me – who helped Duckula’s victim rewrite and resubmit his thesis, whilst he lived on the salary raised by the theft of my idea. The young man subsequently obtained his PhD and then landed a full-time well-paid Welsh medium lecturing post at Bangor, on a special scheme which reserved jobs for Welsh speakers. I don’t have a problem with such schemes because there is a shortage of Welsh speaking academics in many subjects and I believe that minority languages are worth keeping alive.

What I did have a problem with was hearing that some months after I and the other English speaking academics had saved this young man’s career, he had told an outstanding young Polish academic that she shouldn’t be in her job because jobs at Bangor should be reserved for Welsh people.

Dr Cynog Prys needs to remember – before he leads a rendering of ‘Tomorrow Belongs To Me’ – that it was thanks to one of the leading lights in Welsh medium education at Bangor that he failed his fucking PhD and it was only the Englishers who offered to help him after that disaster.

Cynog’s uncle was Chief Exec of the Welsh Language Board and his dad is a retired social worker…

Should Cynog or Manon or anyone else who has to plagiarise other people’s ideas to get by wish to steal anymore of my work, they should feel free to publish extracts from this blog wherever they feel like. How about sharing it with your dad’s former colleagues then Cynog?

 

The bumph that was sent to me promoting Manon Ceridwen’s volume was accompanied by some free PR for the R.S. Thomas Centre at Bangor University. I always marvel at the irony of Bangor University housing the R.S. Thomas Centre, because although R.S. Thomas was a UCNW graduate, his diaries show that he had a very low opinion of his fellow students at UCNW and made notes about them being a bunch of Welsh plebs. As an older man, R.S. Thomas reinvented himself as a ‘Welsh nationalist’ who took a Cynog world view that the English should not be settling in Wales. R.S. Thomas was a very bad tempered vicar who spent his later years living at Rhiw and who revelled in pretending not to be able to speak English when he met English tourists who had got lost. He did not speak Welsh when he was young, he spoke English with a very plummy accent and for a long while was a vicar in I think Shropshire, but reinvented himself as Welsh later in life. He had one son who emigrated to the Far East and who didn’t seem to like his father very much.

The man in charge of the R.S. Thomas Centre is Professor Tony Brown, a retired member of staff from the School of English. Tony Brown is one of the dwindling number of former members of staff still alive who worked at UCNW when it was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends and for their own benefit, when a major branch of the trafficking gang was working via the Student Health Centre.

Tony Brown was a colleague of Dave Nunn, the lecturer who became a Hergest patient in the 1990s after he had a breakdown. The Dave Nunn who disappeared after he told some Top Doctors who had intentions of sectioning him that he had read the farcical High Court injunction that Dafydd had served on me…

Would Tony Brown like to tell us all why the paedophiles’ friends targeted Dave Nunn?

 

The Welsh media are reporting that Tawel Fan, the ward at the centre of the scandal involving the serious abuse of EMI patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd may be demolished and many millions are to be spent on a new building. So the Betsi have identified the usual source of blame after yet another scandal involving the abuse of vulnerable people – it was the fault of the building. The abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was going to stop when the patients were moved into a new building. The abuse of patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd was going to stop when the brand new up-to-the-minute Hergest Unit was built. For the last few years the abuse, neglect and deaths of the patients at Hergest have been blamed on that terrible building that was never any good from the day one. Which is weird, Cos I Was There and the staff were really proud of that building – the patients were given tours of it before it officially opened.

I’m not sure how many times I need to repeat this. It is not buildings that neglect and abuse patients. It is not buildings that forge documents, perjure themselves in order to secure convictions against patients who have complained or throw firebombs into other buildings to kill witnesses. It is criminals and as long as the ‘services’ are run by the remnants of a sex trafficking gang and their friends, relatives and descendants, people will continue to be abused.

 

Meanwhile, the Guardian is reporting once more on the thousands of Angels who have been attacked by Dangerous Psychiatric Patients. Oh well, people in the NHS unions are obviously reading this blog, so I should take it as a compliment.

More blog posts coming soon BMA, RCN, UNISON, UNITE et al…

 

 

 

The Bloody State We’re In

I continue to research the backgrounds of those colleagues of Rhodri Morgan’s whom he named approvingly in his biography.

Rhodri Morgan was of course unsuccessful in his first attempt at getting himself elected as the leader of the Welsh Labour Party in 1999 and thus as Wales’s first FM. Rhodri writes about this campaign in which he stood – unsuccessfully – against Alun Michael.

Rhodri’s campaign was given £2 k by Mike McCarthy of Rightacres Properties. Rhodri mentions that McCarthy’s solicitor was David Seligman, who was also Rhodri’s solicitor. David Seligman has been a big name in the Labour Party in south Wales for decades, he is one of the many who ‘couldn’t believe’ that George Thomas was a child molester, one of the many who couldn’t believe/didn’t know whilst being close friends with the people who bribed and threatened the victims of George Thomas into silence (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Rhodri also received, rather inexplicably, £100 for his campaign from Jilly Cooper. I wouldn’t have thought that a woman who keeps dogs with ridiculous names (satirised by ‘Private Eye’ as ‘my labrador Parker Bowles’) and who has made millions writing books about imaginary upper-class people having extra-marital sex whilst dressed in hunting gear would have much fellow feeling with Rhodri’s ambitions to be FM of Wales. Furthermore Jilly Cooper supports the Conservative Party. £100 isn’t a great deal of money for Jilly Cooper, but it’s still a bit odd that Rhodri Morgan ever even came to her attention.

I haven’t ever actually read any of Jilly Cooper’s books, not even that one that is on sale everywhere with the front cover featuring a picture of some jodhpur-clad buttocks being groped, but I’ve read about them. From what I understand, the only thing Welsh in Jilly’s writing is a character called Gareth Llewellyn, who is a ‘Welsh firebrand’. I expect that he has sex with someone posh, a la Mellors. Who could Jilly have possibly modelled that character on?

Rhodri based the north Wales branch of his leadership campaign in ‘the Labour house owned jointly by John Marek and the MEP for north Wales, Joe Wilson’. So Rhodri’s north Wales arm was situated at the heart of Paedophilia Central in Wrexham. In the midst of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Rhodri and his Mrs Julie didn’t think of popping over to Ewloe to have a word with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse then, even though Julie was a former social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s and some of the Barnardo’s staff had been involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

John Marek was the famously peculiar Labour MP, 1983-01 and AM for Wrexham, 1999-07, who ended up forming his own party consisting only of himself. Marek’s previous can be read in my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifliarious’. Marek was also associated with Forward Wales, a damp squib which evolved from a John Marek initiative. The other leading light in Forward Wales was Ron Davies – Ron joined up once he’d burnt his boats with the Labour Party after the business with Boogie on Clapham Common (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Marek worked as hard as the rest of them not to know about the paedophile gang causing havoc in his constituency.

Joe Wilson was a Labour MEP for north Wales, 1989-99, and was Vice-Chair, Delegation for relations with Canada, 1992-1994. There is very little information available about Joe Wilson – other than that he was born in Birkenhead and is 80 years of age. So he could well be part of the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

During his campaign, Rhodri won the votes of UNISON and MSF. Two unions who faithfully provided free legal advice and protection for the paedophiles and their friends when they had been caught abusing their positions or indeed their patients/clients (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). The corrupt reps of MSF used their knowledge of the criminal activity and misconduct at St George’s Hospital Medical School for their own gain, not to protect patients.

Rhodri had a cousin in Beddgelert, Nia, who was his hotline to north Wales. So Nia will know about the two Hergest patients who lived in Beddgelert, one who lived in squalor and chaos and who very obviously had been abandoned by the ‘services’. The local Church put considerable effort into trying to support him, but such were his difficulties that the havoc and disturbances to the peace of Beddgelert continued and he was eventually forced out of the village by vigilante action. Whilst Julie and Rhodri spouted crap about empowering service users.

The other patient who lived in Beddgelert killed himself by jumping in front of the train after walking out of the Hergest Unit. This man had been a professional football coach in his 20s and was friendly with a friend of mine. My friend watched the mental health services load this man up with anti-psychotics which left him incapable of doing anything other than sleeping for 18 hours a day. He kept telling my friend that the ‘medication’ had destroyed his life and that he couldn’t carry on like this. He made the mistake of expressing this view to the Angels so they gave him even more. The other thing that this man insisted on doing which really upset the Top Doctors and Angels was to tell people how when he was a teenager living in Birmingham he knew about a paedophile gang in the area who were targeting boys. Thus a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia was made.

Before he died, this man was hospitalised in the Hergest Unit at the same time as my friend. One morning my friend noticed that the man from Beddgelert was in a dreadful state, having just been forcibly dosed up to an even greater extent – he was frothing at the mouth and was in physical pain. He told my friend that he could not live like this any longer. A few hours later he was found dead on the railway track having been hit by a train. When an Angel broke the news of his death to my friend she told him that the trouble with the dead man was that ‘he just wanted to die really’. I wonder why.

There was a great deal of trouble after that young man died. He was a popular figure – the police were furious and neighbours were seething at what they maintained was the serious neglect of a very nice man. His family were distraught and gave an interview to the ‘Daily Post’. They did investigate the possibility of legal action against the North West Wales NHS Trust, but as ever they encountered problems when they tried to do this. A complaint to the GMC was made and a Hergest psychiatrist, a Dr Oberholzer, was I think reprimanded.

The deaths of Hergest patients continued and Oberholzer was also the subject of another serious complaint (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). He continued to practice.

 

Rhodri Morgan was beaten in the 1999 leadership campaign by Alun Michael. It was nearly universally agreed upon in Wales that Blair rigged the election because he was so desperate for Alun Michael to be installed as FM. I don’t know WHY Blair was desperate to see Michael as FM rather than Rhodri. Alun Michael was a paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s puppet, but Rhodri was just as much of a paedophiles’ friend. Rhodri was such a wally that he could hardly have led serious opposition to Blair’s New Labour regime in Westminster no matter how much he would have liked to.

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that during the first elections to the National Assembly in May 1999, Richard Edwards won for Labour in Preseli Pembrokeshire. So Edwards joined the many other paedophiles’ friends as the sun rose on a new dawn for Wales. It was Ron Davies who memorably said on TV after the ‘yes’ campaign won the devolution vote in Sept 1997, ‘Good morning – and it is a very good morning for Wales’. I quite agreed with Ron at the time because I was fed up with Wales being stuffed over by Westminster, but then I didn’t realise that the National Assembly was going to function as yet another home for the paedophiles’ friends.

So who do you want governing you Wales? A bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd with their noses in the trough who have more money and goodies than the rest of you? Or a bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in Westminster with their noses in an even bigger trough who have even more money than the rest of you as well as even more money than the greedy spineless hypocrital paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd?

 

Richard Edwards was born in Llanelli. He was educated at Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Carmarthen, the University of Swansea and the  University of Birmingham. Edwards is a member of the Institute of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators and a of dear old UNISON.

Richard Edwards was a Local Government Officer in Hounslow, 1979-81; Lecturer and Researcher, Institute of Local Gov’t Studies, 1981-85; a Freelance Political Researcher, 1985-87; Agent and Researcher to Alan Williams MP, 1987-95; Freelance Political Researcher and Lecturer, 1995-99. Before he was elected as an AM, Edwards was a Councillor on Carmarthen Town Council and was Mayor of Carmarthen,  1997-98. He stood down at the 2003 election.

No wonder Richard Edwards was snapped up as an AM. He grew up in west Wales whilst a paedophile gang operated there – a gang which had links to the gang in north Wales. He went to Swansea University, an institution run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). After finishing his PhD, Edwards worked for Hounslow – which borders on Richmond-Upon-Thames, the location of another major paedophile gang which operated through the Council’s Social Services at the time (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…). After returning to west Wales, Edwards worked for Alan Williams – a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and in his later years a shameless toady to Blair (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Edwards was a local Gov’t specialist, a Councillor and a Mayor in west Wales. He will have known about the organised abuse of children which had taken place – and continued to take place –  in every place in which Edwards had lived and worked and he probably knew that the gangs doing it were linked and involved Westminster and Whitehall figures.

Whilst in the Assembly, Edwards was Chair of the Local Government and Environment Committee, then the Environment, Planning and Transport Committee from March 2000.

So Richard, why were the teenaged twins June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire banged up in Broadmoor by the paedophiles’ friends after a few years during the 1970s and early 80s at the hands of the special education and child psychology services in west Wales when they did no more than commit petty crime and tell people that they were prostitutes? Can you also tell us anything about Jennifer’s death ‘from her medication’ days before she was due to be released from Broadmoor? And why did Marjorie Wallace never tell the truth about who had done what to those girls – or breathe a word about Jimmy Savile, until after he died when of course Marjorie told everyone that she knew how unsuitable he was to be running Broadmoor (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). The two patients who committed suicide after Savile abused them must have clean slipped Marjorie’s mind for all those years…

I have wondered for years which high profile friend of Marjorie’s bedfellow Lord Snowdon everybody feared that the Gibbons twins might name or even write about, what with those girls sending off manuscripts to publishers…

The Gibbons twins stopped writing after they’d been imprisoned in Broadmoor because their ‘medication’ for their ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ damaged their eyesight so severely. They did tell Marjorie about this, but a Top Doctor explained to Marj that the Gibbons girls were ‘using their knowledge of medication to manipulate her’.

I was an evil cow as well, Robert Bluglass was horrified to learn, during his cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’), that I read psychiatry journals. I was a medical researcher with access to university libraries so it was hardly bloody surprising was it Bluglass. One thing that I did find out from my subversive academic reading was some of the influential names of those in Bluglass’s network which went back as far as his student days at St Andrews.

OOH wicked bitch – and I’d discovered that Dafydd was involved in serious crime to boot…

Richard Edwards will also have known that other longstanding paedophiles’ friend, Nia Griffith, MP for Llanelli (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’).

I don’t know why Edwards stood down in 2003, but it might have been because he had not been a good enough friend to the paedophiles – he was replaced by Tamsin Dunwoody, who excelled as a paedophiles’ friend and also had the advantage of coming from a whole dynasty of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

Someone else mentioned in Rhodri’s book was Christine Gwyther. Gwyther was AM for Carmarthenshire West and South Pembrokeshire, 1999-07. Gwyther achieved notoriety whilst she was the Agriculture Minister under FM Alun Michael. The farmers of Wales – who are nearly all livestock farmers, it being rather difficult to do the arable bit on the slopes of mountains with high rainfall  – did not feel that Christine had their interests at heart when it was discovered that Gwyther was a vegetarian. I can imagine circumstances in which a veggie could fight for Wales’s farmers but it was noticeable that neither Christine Gwyther or Alun Michael managed to win the farmers over.

The farmers have got paedophiles’ friend Lesley Griffiths on their side now. In her role as Agriculture Minister Lesley gave them all a bollocking recently and told them that they didn’t know how to run their own businesses. As a former medical secretary in one of the most dangerous hospitals in Wales – Wrexham Maelor – who spent years in this capacity as well as in her capacity as a Wrexham Councillor ignoring the paedophile gang on her doorstep (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’), Lesley is obviously just the person to tell other people that they are not showing enough ‘entrepreneurship’. Unlike John Allen who in 1968 invested in an old building near Wrexham and filled it with youngsters who were in local authority care whilst charging local authorities a great deal of money. The youngsters were then battered and abused by staff and visitors and in their mid-teens were trafficked to gay brothels owned by Allen in London and Brighton. John Allen became a millionaire. If only the hill farmers would show that sort of initiative.

Christine came from west Wales and before she became an AM, she was a Pembrokeshire County Council Development Officer. So like Richard Edwards, Christine Gwyther will know about the paedophiles of west Wales and the rationale behind the destruction of the Gibbons twins. Gwyther will also be able to give us all the lowdown on the corruption in Pembrokeshire County Council, the huge quantities of money and perks enjoyed by the Chief Executive and the subsequent police investigation which did not result in any prosecutions. But then a leading light in Pembrokeshire County Council had for many years sat on the Police Authority (see post ‘ A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’).

Gwyther was one of two candidates to be nominated for the 2012 election for the Police and Crime Commissioner for the Dyfed Powys Police Region, but mercifully was unsuccessful.

 

Richard Edwards and Christine Gwyther might also like to tell everyone how Keith Thomson managed to get himself appointed as Chief Executive of the NHS Trust which served west Wales after he resigned as CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust in 2005, following my lawyer summoning Keith before the High Court in Cardiff where he was told to hand over all my medical records – which he was unlawfully witholding – or face a possible prison sentence for contempt of court (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

After a series of NHS disasters in west Wales, Keith resigned again. Except that he quietly stayed on as an ‘advisor’ to the Board. This was a man, who whilst he was CEO in the NW Wales NHS Trust, presided over a regime which boasted the second highest suicide rate among female patients of any region of England and Wales and who also saw a number of his own staff commit suicide. Then there was Keith’s purchase of a Trust dinner set, made of the finest china and embossed with the Trust’s logo, to be used by members of the Trust Board only – a snip at over £12k. Meanwhile a young epileptic patient ended up in a persistent vegetative state after being admitted to Ysbyty Gwynedd on a Bank Holiday when there were no senior doctors on call and no-one knew how to treat her – she was given the wrong medication. Thomson had refused to waste money employing senior doctors on call at weekends and Bank Holidays. Whilst this happened, the Trust notepaper upon which Thomson wrote insulting letters to me and other patients with serious complaints branding us ‘vexatious complainants’ and announcing that he would not reply to any more of our correspondence, carried the ‘Positive About Disabled People’ logo. Yes, Mr Thomson was so positive about disabled people that he created them. There wasn’t just the epileptic girl, there was also the Hergest patient who had a leg amputated after contracting a hospital acquired infection – no-one had warned him that the ward was infected, he was a self-harmer with open wounds and whoops, bang went that leg of his…

I am still waiting for a clue as to why this madman was ever given the job as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust in the first place, yet alone allowed to remain there and then be smuggled off down to run the NHS in west Wales after he nearly ended up in prison. I suspect that the words ‘Dafydd and the paedophiles’ will be relevant to the explanation.

Perhaps paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt would like to explain – Hutt was Health Minister whilst Thomson maimed and killed patients in north west Wales. Dr Brian Gibbons could follow up by telling us why Thomson was then given the opportunity to wreak further death and destruction in west Wales  – he was Health Minister when Thomson sneaked off down there. By the time that happened, I had written to Gibbons telling him that I had evidence of criminal activity in the North West Wales NHS Trust. Gibbons wrote back to tell me that this correspondence was now at an end.

You revolting stupid old git Gibbons, they were running a crime syndicate and people died because of it.

 

Here’s another name who was in the know – Margaret McDonagh. She was the General Secretary of the Labour Party, 1998-2001, whilst Blair, Alun Michael and Rhodri et al kept the lid on the assaults, crimes and deaths that continued throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry which was of course happening alongside the stupidities of Jane Hutt, Christine Gwythor, Richard Edwards et al.

McDonagh was part of the New Labour leadership inner-circle for the 1997 General Election campaign and was one of the inner-core deciding the official party position on specific issues, including perhaps the NHS policy of ‘frame the witnesses to the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles and have them banged up’. Or even the killing in a hit and run of another witness whilst Blair was getting ready to be PM.

I knew that young man Maggie and the accessories to the crime as named and detailed previously…

When in 1998, McDonagh became General Secretary of the Labour Party, she had served as Deputy General Secretary for the previous year. She was not always popular with the grassroots and parts of the PLP due to her perceived ‘control-freakery’. Her ‘organisational skills’ came to the fore in the delivery of a second landslide victory at the 2001 General Election. McDonagh was criticised for accepting, without consultation, a £100,000 donation from the ‘Daily Express’ and porn publisher Richard Desmond.

 

I remember Blair being interviewed by Paxman about that. Paxo recited a list of Dirty Des’s titles – things like ‘Asian Babes’, ‘Big Ones’ etc – and asked Blair if he knew what was in those magazines. Blair winced and said ‘no I don’t’. Do you mean Blair that you have never even had a quick flick through the naughty books – particularly as some of those starring were coerced into it whilst they were kids in care and the people forcing them into the porn trade were protected by the colleagues and mates of your wife?

I don’t mind if folk like Ben Dover and his wife Linzi want to star in such material, they were consenting adults and made a good living at it. The victims of Dafydd and John Allen weren’t and didn’t. Lady Patricia Scotland was never paid a fortune to aggressively cross-examine Ben Dover and Linzi and call them lying criminals – but she did do that to those who had been brutalised and forced into crime by Dafydd and the paedophiles. And you Blair gave her a peerage and put her in the Lord Chancellor’s Dept as a reward and then Gordon appointed her Attorney General.

Dirty Des also has his Television X channel – one of the offerings on Television X is entitled ‘Fill That Crack’.

 

Another porn baron who goes under the umbrella of being a ‘businessman’ is David Sullivan. Sullivan spent the first ten years of his life in Cardiff – his dad was in the RAF. Sullivan hit the big time as a pornographer in the 1970s, making a great deal of money from porn mags and movies. I have always wondered whether there was a dreadful side to Sullivan’s empire that has been as well-concealed as what was happening in north Wales at that time. Sullivan’s girlfriend was porn star Mary Millington. Mary was found dead in Aug 1979.

After Mary’s death, Sullivan, ever the sensitive soul, continued to make money from his products starring Mary, ie. ‘Mary Millington’s True Blue Confessions’ (1980) and ‘Emmanuelle in Soho’ (1981).

In 1982 Sullivan was convicted of living off immoral earnings and after a successful appeal was released after serving 71 days in prison. Sullivan explained that he did not feel embarrassed about the initial source of his early fortunes. ‘I’ve made a lot of people happy’ he said. ‘If I was an arms manufacturer or a cigarette manufacturer, and my products killed millions of my clients, I’d have a bit of doubt about the whole thing. I was a freedom fighter. I believe in the right of adults to make their own decisions.’

But Sullivan – Mary was dead. And whilst some of your stars and clients were adults making their own decisions, some of them were kids in care who’d been snared by Dafydd and his gang and absolutely no-one would help them at all, no matter how much evidence they had, no matter how many witnesses there were and no matter how many of the victims and witnesses were found dead.

Sullivan owned Birmingham City and West Ham Football Clubs.

Sullivan’s investment company, Conegate, owns property in London including Russell & Bromley’s flagship shopbuildings in Oxford Street.

Sullivan has been a Patron of Prostate Cancer UK for over 15 years. He is an active supporter of the Teenage Cancer Trust along with several other charities nationwide. Sullivan celebrated West Ham’s promotion to the Premier League in May 2012 by donating a five figure sum to a charity for children with autism.

Bechod!

As well as being a porn star, Mary Millington worked as a call girl and in Sullivan’s sex shop in Norbury. She then opened her own shop in Tooting. The shop was raided by the police on numerous occasions and Mary claimed the police threatened her and forced her to pay protection money. In the past she had publicly criticised police raids on sex shops and published the addresses and telephone numbers of Scotland Yard, the DPP and MPs in her magazines. Was Mary perhaps sick of the hypocrisy of these people and did she know rather more about them than was made public?

The accounts of Mary’s final years could have been written by Dafydd. She had always been prone to ‘neurosis and depression’, which was ‘exacerbated by her cocaine habit’. Her mother’s death in 1976 also ‘affected her deeply and her behaviour became unpredictable’, which led to her breaking up with Sullivan.

Mary encountered serious problems following the police raids on her shop. A few months prior to her death, she had received a large tax bill which she was unable to pay. Her ‘kleptomania’ became more pronounced in the last year of her life, with arrests for shoplifting in June 1979 and again for stealing a necklace the day before her death.

Millington committed suicide at the age of 33, by taking an overdose of the tricyclic antidepressant anafranil, along with paracetamol and alcohol, at her home in Surrey. Her husband found her dead in her bed on 19 Aug 1979. She left four suicide notes which were found near her body. In one of them she had written, ‘The police have framed me yet again. They frighten me so much. I can’t face the thought of prison… The Nazi tax man has finished me as well’. In another note, to her solicitor Michael Kaye, Millington wrote ‘the police have killed me with their threats…the police have made my life a misery with frame ups. The tax man has hounded me so much- I will be made bankrupt, he mustn’t get anything of his £200,000 demands. He is a religious maniac’. In another note, to David Sullivan, she wrote: ‘please print in your magazines how much I want porn to be legalised, but the police have beaten me.’

Mary Millington might as well have been living in Bethesda…

The anti-depressant which killed Mary was dispensed to suicidal patients in north Wales. Tricylic anti-depressants are toxic in overdose and you don’t have to take many of them to kill you. So Dafydd and Tony Francis (Dr X) ensured that suicidal patients were given plenty of them but no other meaningful help. The patients were then harassed, threatened, assaulted, framed by the police, made homeless etc. All Dafydd and Francis had to do was to stand back and wait for the inevitable. As Tony Francis wrote on my records as he also busied himself trying to have me locked up on the basis of his perjury- along with the MDU, Hempsons, the BMA and the Welsh Office – ‘this case can only end in tragedy’.

All together now, to quote Brown – ‘it has – for them’.

Dafydd and David Sullivan are still alive and very rich.

There was no evidence found of a criminal conspiracy to conceal widespread sexual abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales. The people who maintained that they were abused could not be believed because they had criminal convictions, drug problems and were mental health patients.

People who knew Mary Millington spoke of what a nice person she was. Just like Jane the porn star who lived in Bethesda and who died of breast cancer during the Waterhouse Inquiry, when the Top Docs were managing to save the lives of so many other women with the same condition.

One of Mary’s films was called ‘Oh, Nurse!’.

Mary Millington starred in the film the Great Rock N Roll Swindle along with the Sex Pistols. Readers of my vintage will remember Sid Vicious killing himself after murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon. Or at least that’s what it was presumed happened. Sid and Nancy both had mental health problems as well as serious drug habits and there seems to have been a great deal of confusion about who did what when. A number of people at the time blamed Malcolm McClaren for the disaster. It was alleged that McClaren was fully aware that he had two unhappy volatile young people on his hands and everything that McClaren did aggravated the situation. McClaren himself freely admitted that the bad publicity surrounding the Sex Pistols and the violence at their gigs did wonders for the marketing and profits. McClaren remained remarkably unconcerned even after Sid and Nancy’s deaths.

McClaren is dead but his partner Dame Viv is still with us. Dame Viv is interested in Saving the Planet and Poor People but Dame Viv is not the sharpest knife in the drawer so doesn’t sound very convincing when she discusses such matters. ‘Private Eye’ have run a number of articles detailing Dame Viv’s tax dodges and her exploitation of unpaid interns.

Malcolm and Dame Viv’s son used to boast of being a pornographer, but latterly he’s repackaged his activities as something more arty.

Sid, Nancy and Mary Millington might not be with us any more, but one person who knew much of what was going on around them before they died was Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant. Adam Ant hasn’t done as well out of it all as Dame Viv. In fact poor old Adam Ant developed serious mental health problems, was arrested and prosecuted and ended up in the hands of the Top Doctors in a secure unit. Adam found the whole process very distressing, alleged that false allegations had been made about him and tried to tell John Humphrys on the ‘Today’ programme about what had happened to him in the secure unit. When Adam began a sentence with ‘no-one would believe what happens in those places, just let me tell you…’, John Humphrys silenced him.

John – invite Adam/Stuart back on and let him tell us WHAT was going on. Those places do not ‘help’ people, they are run by Top Doctors who are complicit with serious crime and part of the rationale for banging people up in secure units is to ensure that people like you will dismiss anything that they say.

My suspicions that someone wanted to silence Stuart Goddard were reinforced when I read that a Top Doctor involved in Stuart’s ‘care’ had obtained legal powers over him to stop him embarking on a tour or indeed even talking to the media. This was because Stuart didn’t know his own mind and should he be allowed to mouth off to the media he would become so distressed that he would be at risk of suicide. Stuart Goddard has not appeared in the media since.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, let’s just sort this out then, let your Uncle Jimmy who is friends with the Royals and Thatcher, corrupt police officers, corrupt lawyers, Top Doctors and God knows who else just fix it for everyone…

Stuart’s friends were so horrified at what passed for NHS care that they got him into a private unit. That unit will still have been run by crooks, but the physical environment will have been more pleasant.

 

 

Mary Millington died young and in despair, but another colleague of David Sullivan’s did very well out of her association with him – Baroness Karen Brady, Cameron’s Ambassador for Small Businesses, role model to women everywhere, all round superstar and game show host who raises one eyebrow. Karen began her career with Saatchi & Saatchi and progressed to selling advertising in Sullivan’s publications. Karen, being one who breaks glass ceilings, is known as the First Lady of Football.

In 2008, David Sullivan and Karen Brady were arrested by the City of London Police, interviewed and released on bail as part of an investigation into corruption in English football. Karen’s male business partners were furious that Karen had been arrested – according to them it was sexism wot was behind it, the police couldn’t bear to see a successful woman…

Karen is Patron of the Life After Stroke Awards and an Ambassador for Well Being for Women. She has also been Cosmopolitan’s Woman of the Year, was named in the category of Woman Who Has Changed The World, was awarded Britain’s Most Inspirational Women by the Breakthrough for Breast Cancer Inspiration Awards and has attended The Queen’s lunch for Women Achievers and Business Leaders.

What would we do without you to show us the way Karen?

I’d love to know who wanted Mary Millington dead.

Karen is a Conservative and now that she is in the Lords she is thinking of a career in politics. She has already hobnobbed with George Osborne and Cameron.

Karen’s buddy on the gameshow on which she raises one eyebrow is dear old Lord Alan Sugar. Lord Alan gave a great deal of money to the Labour Party and Gordon gave him a peerage. A few years later Lord Alan left the Labour Party. Alan is of course a business champion and an entrepreneur. I do not know whether, like Karen, Alan built his success on a porn business which killed the person who underpinned its success, but I do know that when Lord Sugar has tried to run real businesses, those businesses have gone tits up. What Lord Sugar is very good at is things like property speculation and various other methods of accumulating money which aren’t actually predicated on running a business – and of course at blagging away in a Cockney accent, being filmed getting in and out of expensive cars and walking into shiny skyscrapers, telling people why he doesn’t like them and pointing at people whilst saying ‘you’re fired’.

Why does the UK have so many more problems building a successful business culture than many other countries? Probably because we’ve encouraged a whole generation to view Karen Brady and Alan Sugar as ‘role models’.

 

To return to the lady who took a donation from a pornographer to swell the Labour Party’s coffers. After stepping down from the position of General Secretary following the 2001 General Election, Margaret McDonagh undertook a Harvard University business course and became General Manager of Express Newspapers, which I presume were still owned by Dirty Des.

Margaret is Chair of the Standard Life Charitable Trust. She has been a non-executive director of Standard Life, TBI plc and CareCapital Group plc. 

CareCapital plc describes itself as ‘an investor in and developer of healthcare property in the UK and Germany. It develops healthcare properties, and then lets them to tenants on long term leases providing a cost effective solution to practitioners that is uniquely tailored to their needs. In so doing it captures both the development profit and the long term revenue stream deriving from leasing what then becomes an investment property. CareCapital buys completed properties occasionally in circumstances where there are development opportunities but its main focus is development and then investment. The group’s properties are primarily health centres let to GP practices, dental surgeries, and pharmacies. Most of these properties are intended for the broad NHS sector. In Germany the group has created multi-occupancy neighbourhood clinics providing a variety of care facilities. The group is also seeking opportunities to develop intermediate care facilities, such as community hospitals, within the primary care sector’.

Which sounds suspiciously like a con.

In 2004, McDonagh was given a peerage.

In 2013 McDonagh was appointed Chair of the Smart Meter Central Delivery Body, which then became Smart Energy GB, ‘an independent organisation that aims to inform consumers about smart meters and their national rollout across Great Britain’.

No, I wouldn’t buy a used car from Margaret either.

 

Margaret’s sister is Siobhain McDonagh, MP for Mitcham and Morden – she and Margaret share a house together in Siobhain’s constituency. If readers are marvelling at how filthy Margaret’s hands are, just take in a few facts about Siobhain:

Siobhain (and Margaret) live in Colliers Wood, just down the road from the Sodom and Gomorrah which is St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s covers their patch. Siobhain has lived in the area for a long time and lived there whilst I worked at St George’s, 1989-91 and witnessed their collusion with serious crime (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Siobhain was a clerical officer for the DHSS, 1981–83, a receptionist at the Wandworth Homeless Persons Unit, 1984–86 and a housing adviser from 1986–88. Prior to being elected to Parliament she worked as a Development Manager for Battersea Churches Housing Trust, 1988–97. She served as a councillor on the London Borough of Merton for Colliers Wood, 1982-98, chairing the Housing Committee, 1990-95.

Whilst Siobhan was working for Wandsworth, Wandsworth Social Services – in collaboration with St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital – were colluding with child abuse, the abuse of mental health patients and with serious drug offences (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were directly involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – although they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. Wandsworth had direct contact with Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress and Director of Gwynedd Social Services – who was facilitating the paedophile gang.

St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were not only concealing child abuse in north Wales. They were concealing an organised gang in south London as well, one member of which was their Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Oliver was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring and was imprisoned for the possession of child porn in 1986 – whilst Siobhain was sitting on the local Council. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was also named as being an active participant in a paedophile gang (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends… ‘).

Siobhain will have definitely have known about all this. There were high profile police raids, arrests and convictions and as an insider, Siobhain will have known damn well that only a few of the guilty were prosecuted. Not only were many people left to conduct business as before, but St George’s, Springfield and Wandsworth Council were heaving with their colleagues and mates who had covered up for everyone who hadn’t been charged.

Siobhan’s fellow Merton Councillor at the time, Theresa May, will have known as much as Siobhain about the cesspool.

 

I am a bit baffled by the McDonaghs living in Colliers Wood. Of course it may have changed since I lived nearby, but I remember Collier’s Wood very well. Partly because there was a truly lovely, good-humoured GP who was based there, who I think must have been the only Top Doc in the area who gave a stuff about his patients. Then I ventured into Colliers Wood myself when I was looking for somewhere to live after responding to an advert and it really blew even my mind in terms of socio-economic disadvantage. Collier’s Wood was not a place where St George’s staff would ever choose to live. I spent about an hour chatting to the man who had advertised the ‘shared house’ – not because I had any intention of living there, but because I wanted to find out what was going on.

The man who placed the advert was a man who was probably in his late 20s. The house was a very run down – to the extent of having a number of missing windows – but sizeable house, but was virtually uninhabitable. The young man was entertaining a number of girls of about 12-14 yrs old there. The girls were charging around the house yelling and screaming and when the noise became too much, the young man would stick his head through the door and try and yell louder than them and tell them to shut up. It transpired that the girls had ‘run away from home’ and the young man explained to me that he ‘looked after them’. Then there were the drugs being openly consumed…

I was gobsmacked by the scene, I had never encountered anything like it. I did my ‘News Of The World’ reporter bit and made my excuses and left. I presumed that the kindly GP whom I had encountered in my work at St George’s was the only GP saintly enough to remain in Collier’s Wood – there didn’t seem to be any others and he worked in a one-doctor practice.

The next day I told my colleagues at St George’s of the extraordinary arrangement that I had witnessed. None of them gave a stuff and cheerily told me that ‘no-one’ lived in Colliers Wood.

A friendly but odd adult man living in a half derelict house with a group of 12 year old runaway girls and feeding them recreational chemicals? Why on earth would the Top Docs at the ‘leading London medical school’ next door ever concern themselves with that? That’s the leading medical school with it’s world class Academic Dept of Psychiatry specialising in young people’s problems.

Would you happen to remember the domestic set-up that I inadvertently stumbled upon Siobhain and Margaret?

 

Siobhain is now Patron of Leap Forward Employment  – a community interest company that finds work for adults with mental health issues.

Should Jeremy Corbyn become PM, surely Siobhain will be a dead cert for the job as Secretary of State for Health.

 

After Margaret McDonagh accepted Dirty Des’s dosh, the Labour Party tried to distance themselves and collectively indulged in I Know Nuzzing…. It was stressed by the next General Secretary that even Lord Levy didn’t know that the Party had accepted filthy lucre from a porn baron. Lord Levy is best remembered for having been arrested as part of the Cash for Honours police investigation, so poor old Des must have felt rejected. Whom did Blair appoint as the next General Secretary in Sept 2001 in order to pick up the pieces of Labour’s shattered reputation? A man called David Triesman.

 

David Triesman was educated at Stationers’ Company School, London; the University of Essex – as was Siobhain McDonagh – and King’s College, Cambridge.

Triesman worked as a Research Officer in Addiction at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1970-74. So Triesman worked at that farcical centre of ‘expertise in addiction’ that was based on laughable research and was run by people who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and many others. When Triesman worked at the Institute of Psychiatry, it was still part of the Maudsley. Dafydd’s many protectors were working there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and his mate Bob Hobson was still there as well, having not yet relocated to Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’). Tony Francis passed through the Institute of Psychiatry at some point during the early-mid 1970s and Triesman may well have been working there whilst Francis was. Triesman undoubtedly will have been very well-acquainted with Dafydd’s network in south London.

Blair most definitely did not make these appointments of paedophiles’ friends accidentally.

Triesman was then a Senior Lecturer at the Polytechnic of South Bank, 1975-84. It was during those years that some of those involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal studied at the South Bank Poly. Triesman was Deputy General Secretary, National Association of Teachers in Further and Higher Education 1984-93; General Secretary, Association of University Teachers, 1993-2001.

By the time that Triesman was leading unions representing lecturers in FE and HE, not only were the problems that colleges and universities were having dealing with the abuse and horror of what their social work students were witnessing on placement well-known, but a number of lecturing staff were colluding with the abuse of clients by removing or bullying students who were raising concerns. Triesman was Gen Sec of the AUT whilst Blair launched his ‘widening participation’ policy without consulting any of the sociologists who knew about the subject and who could have told Blair how to implement it in a way which would have resulted in the policy working. Triesman will have known that the universities were buckling under the strain of a marketized mass HE system without the infrastructure needed and he will also have known of the sheer number of troubled students with quite serious mental health problems who had been coerced into ‘going on a course’ by mental health professionals who could then tick a box marked ‘recovered, in education or employment’. That box remained ticked even if the students could not cope, developed even greater problems and then withdrew from their course feeling very bad about themselves. Meanwhile university lecturers struggled to support distressed students with personal difficulties and very little money, who had been completely abandoned by the statutory services.

I did part of my PhD on this subject and I witnessed the mess on the ground whilst Blair, Bill Rammell and other grinning wallies reassured the general public that ‘Education, Education, Education’ was an unmitigated success and that the nation’s universities were full of shiny, happy students from disadvantaged backgrounds who were embarking upon careers as barristers or merchant bankers. Lord Adonis – one of the architects of Blair’s HE policy – is now U turning like there is no tomorrow, as the results of Blair’s badly thought out nonsense have come home to roost. Nonsense which was only ever designed to pull the wool over the eyes of the nation and disguise the lack of real opportunities for many young people and the gross failures of the welfare services.

Triesman was a member of the Communist Party before he joined Labour. He is a member of the Reform Club.

 

After the 1997 General Election Rhodri and Julie Morgan lunched with Chris Blackhurst of the Indie. Blackhurst moved on to become Editor of the Indie, 2011-13. Since 2013 Blackhurst has been Group Content Director of the four titles overseen by Evgeny Lebedev – so Blackhurst now works for the same man as George Osborne. Chris Blackhurst is a law graduate who studied at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. During the 1990s he worked for the ‘Sunday Express’, The Indie on Sunday and was also the Westminster correspondent for the Indie, which was probably how he ended up having lunch with Rhodri and Julie. So Chris Blackhurst will know the enormity of the crimes that Rhodri and Julie were concealing whilst he noshed with them. Blackhurst seems to be a Conservative and supports various initiatives that are close to the Tories hearts, such as grammar schools. But he still never published anything about all those paedophiles’ friends whom Blair appointed to high office.

Rhodri states in his autobiography that the Parliamentary lobby correspondent Michael White of ‘The Guardian’ was ‘more interested’ in Wales than other journos. Michael White also wrote a regular column for Health Service Journal, 1977-17. White, when discussing media self-censorship in March 2011, said, ‘I have always sensed liberal, middle class ill-ease in going after stories about immigration, legal or otherwise, about welfare fraud or the less attractive tribal habits of the working class, which is more easily ignored altogether…’ 

So Michael, what kept you from publishing the best scoop that ‘The Guardian’ would ever have had – a scoop which involved sex, prostitution, drugs and murder among the ‘tribal’ ‘working classes’ as part of the biggest welfare fraud that could be imagined? Or did you keep quiet because the beneficiaries of the welfare fraud were the affluent middle classes who were the readers of Health Service Journal?

There is a nice photo of Michael White on his wiki entry, of White ‘Chairing a session for the Health Hotel in 2009’. My first response to the photo was ‘what the hell is the Health Hotel?’, my second was to notice that Michael White looks just like Elfed Roberts, the former Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust, who had me arrested for having pink hair and calling his car a penismobile (see post ‘And Now – It’s The Gallery…’).

 

 

Another person who gets a mention in Rhodri’s book is the paedophiles’ friends’ associate Rhodri Williams. Rhodri Williams is a former AM, who resigned from the Welsh Gov’t after entering a pub smoking a fag, after the Welsh Gov’t had outlawed smoking in such places. Rhodri’s faux pas caused an impressive row and I always thought that the reaction to his lit cigarette was out of all proportion to the crime committed. The Senedd was choc full of people who had assisted a gang of paedophiles and the extermination of psychiatric patients yet WW III broke out over someone forgetting a newly passed bit of health and safety legislation. In the way that I have always wondered why the BBC hung Frank Bough and his beige cardigan out to dry over the parties with the call girls and coke, yet continued to embrace Jimmy Savile and his funny little ways,  I have always wondered what the real reason was for Rhodri Williams being ousted.

Sadly I cannot draw any conclusions at the moment – virtually every reference to Rhodri Williams has disappeared from the internet, as have references to other people who have been at the centre of the shenanigans detailed on this blog. I can remember that Rhodri was a Plaid AM and that he was something in the Welsh Language Board whilst dear old Meri Huws was involved with that organisation. I seem to remember that he also had links to I think the Methodist Church. I do know that Rhodri is at present Director of Ofcom in Wales…

There is however another Rhodri Williams who is advertising his services online who is of as much interest to me as the people mentioned in Rhodri’s Morgan’s autobiography. That is Rhodri Williams QC of Henderson Chambers, Temple, London.

Rhodri Williams QC specialises in European Union law and local government and administrative law. He is recommended in the areas of local government law (Chambers & Partners), public procurement (Chambers UK) and public and administrative law (Legal 500).

Rhodri specialises in the law of the internal market as it affects the public sector, and, in particular, the EU public procurement regime, but also deals with a wide range of local government issues, including judicial review of post office closures, school re-organisation plans and school transport decisions. He deals with cases involving both local and regional government, including advising the Welsh Assembly Government and other Government Departments and local authorities, in England, Wales and in Northern Ireland. In 2000, he was appointed to the Attorney General’s list of approved Counsel and to the list of the Counsel General to the National Assembly for Wales and has represented the United Kingdom Government on several occasions before the Court of Justice of the European Union in Luxemburg. He was called to the Bar in Northern Ireland in 2009.

So Mr Williams, on what tricky matters have you been advising the Welsh Gov’t? Anything related to the legacy of a vicious paedophile ring which has left huge swathes of the Assembly and Wales’s public sector compromised and in a permanent state of terror that a survivor of the carnage in north Wales might one day pop up with the evidence of the serious crime which Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Justice Julia Macur maintained did not exist?

For God’s sake, just get into your thick skulls that there are so many skeletons in so many cupboards after decades of Dafydd and Lucille, that you were never going to be able to keep it quiet for ever.

 

Now begin the excavations at the North Wales Hospital and fess up.

 

The inclusive and diversifying Victoria Winckler is someone else who has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and who probably knew that there was something nasty in the (Dr DGE) Wood shed for many years. Victoria is the Director of the Bevan Foundation. I joined the Bevan Foundation myself a few years ago under the delusion that this left-leaning think tank might lead thoughtful discussions regarding how our stale, abusive, endemically corrupt ‘services’ might be restructured to effectively assist people. I was disappointed. I have never seen in any Bevan Foundation material any discussion of why the state’s infrastructure is failing so badly and certainly never a whisper of the abuse of the people at the receiving end. The solution proposed by the Bevan Foundation to the problems of a rotten state is always the same – it is of course for Carwyn to hand over more dosh.

The key to the lack of intelligent policy suggestions from the Bevan Foundation might be found by looking at Victoria Winckler’s CV – like nearly everybody who works in the health and welfare sector, Victoria has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and she is not one to rock a boat with Dafydd et al in it.

Victoria went to Aberystwyth University – she studied geography – 1975-78. She then did an MSc and PhD in town planning at Cardiff University, 1980-85. Victoria began her foray into the world of work as the Head of Policy, Research and European Affairs at Mid-Glamorgan County Council, 1987-96. So Victoria worked there throughout the heady years whilst Mid-Glamorgan County Council ignored the numerous very serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen molesting his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards). Victoria knew whose fortunes to hitch her own cart up to and it wasn’t the kids who became suicidal because of John Owen. It was Mid-Glamorgan County Council – after all, their former education advisor Ron Davies was now the MP for Caerphilly and whilst Winckler was working for Mid-Glamorgan Ron became Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Victoria will have been told that one day Ron would be First Minister when a successful ‘yes’ vote to devolution was delivered, only like Ron himself Victoria didn’t count on Ron actually getting caught and outed during the course of one of his sexual adventures (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Well Victoria and absolutely everybody else had kept quiet about Ron for years and that strategy had been so successful.

Victoria will of course have also known about George Thomas sexually molesting teenagers and on occasions even younger boys, but by the time that Victoria had finished her PhD Thomas had been given a peerage, so obviously it was worth keeping on the right side of him and his mates, who included Thatcher (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

In 1996 after all those years of keeping schtum, as it was announced that there would be a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales – by a gang with links to the people in south Wales about whom Victoria had so loyally kept quiet – Victoria was rewarded with the position of the Head of Economic and Environmental Affairs at the WLGA (Welsh Local Gov’t Association).

The WLGA is an organisation whose members robustly asserted for years that there was no serious problem with organised child abuse either in north Wales or elsewhere (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’). The signature of a leading light of the WLGA can be seen on every lame strategy document which has heralded a plan to ‘turn the services around’ – following yet another disaster resulting in a high profile scandal – alongside the signatures of other leading paedophiles’ friends.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography informs us that the WLGA caused considerable problems for the Welsh Gov’t – even the Gov’t led by the paedophiles’ friend which was Rhodri – because the WLGA took the view that they were the real Gov’t of Wales and instructed the Welsh Gov’t. Tom Middlehurst was Chairman of the WLGA, 1997-99 – whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took evidence.

Middlehurst was leader of Flintshire County Council, 1995-99. Flintshire County Council was been created after Clwyd County Council had been dissolved to ensure that no-one could sue in the aftermath of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Tom had worked for Clwyd County Council since 1971. Flintshire County Council had as many of Dafydd’s mates sitting on it as did Gwynedd County Council – Dafydd’s mates on Gwynedd County Council supported Plaid, whilst the paedophiles’ friends of Flintshire County Council supported Labour. All of them had kept quiet whilst Dafydd supplied children to Thatcher’s Ministers – and others – for sex.

Tom Middlehurst was the saviour of the paedophiles’ folly which was Theatre Clwyd (see post ‘Workers Play Time’) and became the Labour AM for Alyn and Deeside (see post ‘1999-03’).

 

Winckler was at the WLGA when John Jevons – who had presided over the horrors in Clwyd as Director of Social Services (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’) – was welcomed with open arms by Julie Morgan, Sue Essex et al on Cardiff City Council as Director of Social Services for Cardiff after the shit bomb exploded in Clwyd in the summer of 1996 (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

So Victoria Winckler arrived at the WLGA just in time for the Waterhouse Inquiry! She dutifully remained there until the Waterhouse Report had been published and all the anguished cries of ‘Christ what a fucking cover-up, what about all the kids who died?’ had been extinguished.

What else could now happen but for Victoria to be appointed as Director of the Bevan Foundation? Victoria had arrived – particularly with the ale-loving fool Rhodri in place as FM in Wales and Blair as PM in Westminster. Although Victoria had to carefully tread the tightrope between the Old Labour paedophiles’ friends in Cardiff and the New Labour paedophiles’ friends in Westminster. Victoria’s socialism is a bit wishy washy, so presumably she knew that the real power lay with Blair and Mandy no matter how loathed they were in Cardiff Bay.

Victoria has clocked up a few sidelines since she has been Director of the Bevan Foundation. She was a non-exec Director of the Cwm Taf NHS Trust, Oct 2004-Sept 09. Cwm Taf NHS Trust – later known as Cwm Taf Health Board – provides NHS services for the Methyr Tydfil and Rhondda Cynon Taff area. I have friends who live down there and when one of them became pregnant a few years ago there was much discussion of the necessity of her avoiding one particularly lethal hospital. The area served by Cwm Taf Health Board has some of the worst health outcomes in Wales but Victoria will know how to deal with that – you berate the plebs who are living in the profoundly disadvantaged south Wales Valleys on limited incomes for not Getting Screened or eating enough quinoa.

Victoria arrived on the Cwm Taf NHS Trust after the major police investigation into sexual abuse at the by then closed Taff Vale children’s home (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). The investigation was launched upon John Jevons’ arrival in Cardiff and the abuse had happened during those years in which Victoria had been employed just down the road from the Taff Vale children’s home at Mid-Glamorgan County Council.

In 2007 Victoria became a Board Member of the WCVA. She remained a Board member until 2011. The WCVA is yet another honey-pot for paedophiles’ friends.
In 2013 Victoria was appointed a Commissioner at the Living Wage Commission, a post she still holds. In 2014 Victoria became a Board Member of  Traveline Cymru, 2014, where she remains.
Richard Card, a regular correspondent to this blog, recently reminded me to take an interest in the University of Buckingham. Richard has knowledge of some very questionable researchers and theorists associated with the University of Buckingham who I am currently following up.
Max Beloff played a key role in the founding of the University of Buckingham. Max Beloff gave a glowing endorsement to a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was considered to be one of Europe’s leading authorities on local gov’t. Which is staggering really, because Ioan Bowen Rees was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council for years and before that was County Secretary – whilst Dafydd and Lucille Hughes (Ioan’s Director of Social Services) ran a paedophile ring via the children’s homes in Gwynedd.  Prior to running Gwynedd, Ioan was County Secretary for Dyfed County Council – whilst a paedophile operated on his territory. Ioan undoubtedly knew something about the organised abuse and trafficking of children in care. Furthermore, Ioan knew how terrible the ‘services’ provided by his Council were – because he used to live in the same village as me and could hardly have missed some of the near destitute people in the village who were being grossly neglected by Ioan’s Social Services (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
Max’s son Michael Beloff QC reared his head in 1996, after the compilation of the Jillings Report, following a major investigation into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd. No-one ever read the Jillings Report in full apart from the Council’s insurers and legal advisors. The Report was heavily redacted anyway and on the orders of the insurers was then pulped. The legal advisor for Clwyd’s insurers, Municipal Mutual, had advised Clwyd that if the Jillings Report was made available, Municipal Mutual would withdraw the Council’s cover and the Councillors would be personally liable for damages (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). That legal advisor was Michael Beloff QC.

Michael’s dad Max Beloff was an historian and Conservative peer. From 1974 to 1979, Beloff was Principal of the University College of Buckingham – now the University of Buckingham.

Beloff was born in Islington, was educated at St Paul’s School and then went to Corpus Christi College, Oxford. In 1957 Beloff was appointed Professor of Government and Public Administration at the University of Oxford.

Beloff was a member of the Liberal Party until 1972 but joined the Conservative Party in 1979 after being attracted by the style of conservatism promoted by Margaret Thatcher and Keith Joseph.

In 1974 Beloff gave up his Oxford Chair in favour of the position of Principal at the new University College at Buckingham, with the founding of which he had been closely concerned.

His dedication to his work in the Lords continued right to the end, even though in the past few years it must have been a great strain for him to come up to London from Brighton every week, to spend two or three nights at the Reform Club.

Max Beloff died in 1999, just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ioan Bowen Rees, the author of the book which had received such high praise from Max and Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, also died in 1999, in May. So anyone who might have been worrying that Ioan might drop a few people in it when Waterhouse blamed everything on the cave-dwellers of north Wales could rest easy once more.

Max was not the only high achiever in his family. His siblings – Michael’s aunts and uncles – all ended up in very influential positions as well.

 

Max’s sister Norah Beloff was a journalist and political writer who worked for ‘The Observer’, 1948-78.

After graduating from Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford in 1940, Beloff worked for the British Foreign Office’s political intelligence department. She moved to Paris in 1944 to work for the British Embassy, staying in Paris after WW II to work for Reuters. Beloff worked for ‘The Economist’, 1946–48 and then ‘The Observer’ as a Paris-based correspondent. She left Paris to cover the Cold War for ‘The Observer’ from Washington, D.C. 1949–51 and Moscow. 

In 1964 Norah Beloff returned to London following her appointment as a political correspondent for ‘The Observer’In this role, she often wrote critical pieces about the Labour Party and Labour Prime Minister Harold Wilson unsuccessfully petitioned ‘The Observer’ to dismiss her. Beloff remained in post until 1976 and then worked as a special correspondent. Beloff left ‘The Observer’ in 1978 because of disagreements with its new editor, Donald Trelford. 

Norah Beloff travelled extensively across Europe in her later career and was arrested in Georgia and expelled from Yugoslavia. She was lampooned in ‘Private Eye’ and fought two legal actions against the magazine; she won libel damages of £3,000 but lost a breach of copyright action.

Norah Beloff’s 1997 Independent obituary mentioned that Beloff was supported by David Astor, the owner and editor of ‘The Observer’ because she exposed the extreme left of the Labour Party. ‘The Observer’ was perceived as a left leaning newspaper but supported Ted Heath in his battle against the unions. David Astor had a reputation as a liberal man and a supporter of worthy causes, but accounts of his conduct during the Profumo Affair – which involved his immediate family – suggest that David Astor was capable of some dreadful things if reputations needed to be preserved (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Norah Beloff’s obituary observed that she was ‘at heart a Conservative’.

In 1977 when she was in her late 50s, Norah Beloff married Clifford Makins, the sports Editor of ‘The Observer’. It was noted that Norah was remembered as a ‘marvellous aunt’ who ‘kept various branches of family together’.

Michael Beloff having a close relationship with his aunt with excellent media connections could be yet another reason why the media showed so little interest in the bizarre and macabre happenings in north Wales.

My post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’  details the aggression, misconduct, lies and danger to patients posed by Stephen Gallagher, a senior nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd. After witness accounts once more demonstrated the danger that Gallagher and two of his colleagues represented to the general public, an extraordinary story featuring Stephen Gallagher found its way into literally the world’s media, not just the ‘Daily Post’. The story portrayed Gallagher as a life-saving war hero regarding his service with the TA in Afghanistan. It was substantially inaccurate, breached confidence and placed people in danger.

I was used to reading nonsense about the heroes employed in the local NHS in the provincial press, but I was a little surprised that the fairy tale about Gallagher when he was in deep doo doo found its way across the globe. Of course, if someone with links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had an aunt who had been a very well known journalist on an international level, that could provide an explanation.

It might also explain why there was so little media coverage of the numerous serious NHS ‘adverse incidents’ in north Wales, not even during the pre-election debates  which provide such wonderful opportunities for journalists, as pioneered by the Jennifer’s Ear story in 1992. North Wales can beat Jennifer’s Ear hands down. There was the old lady who haemorrhaged to death in a hospital bed in Yysby Gwynedd whilst two Top Doctors refused to treat her because they hated each other so much that they wouldn’t speak to each other; the three patients who had participated in a clinical trial at Ysbyty Gwynedd who were taken very seriously ill and then one of them died; there was the patient in A&E in Wrexham Maelor who died whilst waiting to be seen and when his corpse fell onto the floor, the security man on duty picked it up and put it back onto the chair. It was another 20 mins before someone had the heart to tell him that the patient was dead. The response of the security man was to rage at the patients for not helping the man who died. Where the A&E staff were, no-one managed to explain.

No-one gave those stories to Reuters.

 

Another of Max’s siblings was John Beloff, who served in the British Army in WWII. He worked in an architect’s office, then studied at London University, graduating in 1952. After a year at the University of Illinois he did a doctorate at Queen’s University Belfast, finishing in 1956. He started work at Edinburgh University in 1962 and stayed there until his retirement. Beloff had been interested in parapsychology from an early age and served as president of the Society for Psychical Research, 1974-76. He was an executor of Arthur Koestler’s will in 1983 and was instrumental in setting up the first UK Chair of parapsychology, the Koestler Parasychology Unit at Edinburgh in 1985.

A number of universities rejected the offer of the funding from Koestler’s will to establish a Chair. By the time that Koestler had died, there had been a number of accounts of his sexual violence towards women – Kostler had violently raped Jill Craigie, Michael Foot’s wife, when she was young – and there was also concern that Koestler had coerced his wife Cynthia into committing suicide with him. Cynthia was much younger than Koestler and was in good health, but was completely dominated by him. For further details of Arthur Koestler, see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’.

 

Max’s sister Renee Soskin went to the Royal College of Music and trained for the stage. She married Moses G. Soskin and worked as a speech and drama teacher and as a teacher of drama at the Royal Academy of Music. Renee was MD of a City of London finance house and became a Director of two companies. In 1970 she became the new proprietor of Bury Lawn Independent Day School, a coeducational school in Milton Keynes. The school is now called the Webber Independent School.

Renee was a County of London Magistrate and was Chairman of the Hampstead Liberal Association for four years. In 1958 she was first elected a Member of the Liberal Party Council. Renee was Liberal candidate for the Bedfordshire South division at the 1959 General Election. During the 1959 General Election campaign she featured in a televised Liberal Party Election Broadcast. In 1961 Renee was elected Vice-President of the Women’s Liberal Federation, serving until 1963 and in 1964 was Vice-Chairman of the Women’s Liberal Federation. She was Liberal candidate for the Hampstead division at the 1964 General Election and Liberal candidate again for Hampstead at the 1966 General Election. 

Being active in the Liberal Party in the 1960s, Renee almost certainly knew about the activities of Jeremy Thorpe. She probably knew about the activities of a few other people as well, Hampstead was stuffed to the rafters with affluent politicians, Top Docs, analysts, writers and celebs who were all colluding with a great deal of wrongdoing in high places.

 

Another one of Max’s siblings was Anne Beloff-Chain, a British biochemist. Anne graduated from University College London in 1942 and then completed a PhD with at Oxford University. She worked at Harvard Medical School, 1946-48. In 1948 Anne married Ernst Boris Chain, another biochemist who had won a Nobel Prize in 1945. She worked at Imperial College, London, 1964–86 and the University of Buckingham, 1986–1991.

In 1964, Beloff-Chain and her husband were recruited by Imperial. She was given a Chair at Imperial in 1983, but left for the University of Buckingham, along with her research team, in 1985. A £250,000 new laboratory was built and in 1986 she was given a Chair at Buckingham.

At Buckingham, Beloff-Chain received funding from the Clore Foundation to establish and head the Department of Biochemistry, where she worked until her death in Dec 1991 at Camden Town.

Sir Ernst Chain was a lifelong friend of Prof Albert Neuberger, who was the father of Lord David Neuberger, President of the Supreme Court, 2012-17.

 

All three of David Neuberger’s brothers are or were Professors: James Neuberger, Professor of Medicine at the Birmingham University; Michael Neuberger, Professor of Molecular Immunology at Cambridge University; Anthony Neuberger, Professor in Finance at Warwick Business School. 

David Neuberger was educated at Westminster School and studied at Christ Church, Oxford. After graduation, Neuberger worked at the N.M. Rothschild & Sons, 1970-73. Neuberger then trained as a barrister in 1974 and became a QC in 1987. He was a Recorder, 1990-96. Neuberger was then appointed a High Court Judge in the Chancery Division. 

In 2001, David Neuberger was made Supervisory Chancery Judge of Midland, Wales and Chester and of the Western Circuits. He held the post until 12 Jan 2004, when he was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal and a Privy Councillor.

So David Neuberger was Supervisory Chancery Judge whilst I was being framed and was experiencing the excesses of Judge Huw Daniel, 2002-04, (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Since 2005, Neuberger has been Co-chair (with Richard Susskind) of ITAC (Lord Chancellor’s Information Technology and Courts Committee).

On 11 Jan 2007, David Neuberger succeeded Lord Nicholls as a Lord of Appeal in Ordinary. He was given a peerage in 2007. 

In Oct 2009 Neuberger became Master of the Rolls.

Between 2006-07, Neuberger led an investigation for the Bar Council into widening access to the Bar. He also served on the Panel on Fair Access to the Professions, led by paedophiles’ friend, former Health Secretary Alan Milburn (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’), which reported in July 2009. Other Panel members included Trevor Phillips, head of the Commission for Equalities and Human Rights (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’), Michael Grade, then the Chairman of ITV – a toady to the brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who concealed the organised abuse of children and a great deal of other crime as well – and Martin Rees, Astronomer Royal.

David Neuberger became President of the Supreme Court in Oct 2012 – he retired in 2017.

 

David Neuberger’s sister-in-law is Rabbi Julia Neuberger. Julia has a CV which in terms of being a Top Doctors’ and paedophiles’ friend would be difficult to beat.

Julia Neuberger was Chair of Camden and Islington Community Health Services NHS Trust, 1992-97, the site of much carnage and wilful denial of the carnage. The Islington paedophile ring was still very much in business when Julia Chaired that NHS Trust.

From 1997-2004, Julia occupied one of the favourite posts of the apologists for the excesses of the Top Doctors, Chief Executive of the King’s Fund.

Julia’s volumes ‘The Moral State We’re Inwas published in 2005 and is a study of morality and public policy in modern Britain. As someone who Chaired the NHS Trust which not only covered the site of the Islington Child Abuse Scandal but which also had the honour of presiding over the area with the highest suicide rate among women in England and Wales, Julia will know a great deal about ‘morality and public policy’, but I’m not convinced that she has published all that she knows on this matter. Whilst Camden boasted the highest suicide rate for women in England and Wales, second prize was awarded to north west Wales.

Perhaps in her capacity as an expert on morality and public policy, Julia might like to suggest why so many women in Camden and Gwynedd were and probably still are killing themselves. Julia knew that Top Doctor who had personal connections to some of those responsible for the slaughter in north Wales, Dr Death. Julia was such a fan of Dr Death that she stood as the SDP candidate for Tooting in 1983. St George’s Hospital Medical School is located in Tooting and David Hole, the corrupt MSF rep who concealed much wrongdoing at St George’s and used his knowledge for his own advantage, was active in the SDP.

Like Margaret Hodge who was leader of Islington Council whilst the Council’s children’s homes had been infiltrated by paedophiles (see post ‘The London Connection’), Julia is both a Dame and a Baroness.

Julia served as a Liberal Democrat Health spokesperson from 2004-07. In June 2007, Baroness Julia was appointed by the incoming PM Gordon Brown as the Gov’t champion of volunteering. She resigned from the Liberal Democrats upon becoming Senior Rabbi of the West London Synagogue.

In Jan 2013, Julia Neuberger was appointed Chair of an Independent Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway, which after being misunderstood and misused, had resulted in scandal after a number of terminally ill patients had been dosed up and denied water to hasten them on their way. The impartiality of Neuberger’s appointment was questioned by some of the bereaved families, because of her previous endorsement of the Liverpool Care Pathway and her support of the Marie Curie Institute – it was John Ellershaw, the Medical Director of the Marie Curie Palliative Care Institute in Liverpool, who developed the LCP. Ellershaw’s Institute is a partnership between Marie Curie Hospice Liverpool and the University of Liverpool, with a satellite unit at the Royal Liverpool University Hospitals.

Prof John Ellershaw has a CV which suggests that he too is an associate of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ellershaw graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff in 1984; completed an MA (Wales) 1992; was appointed as the Clinical Director of Palliative Care at Royal Liverpool University Hospital in 1994.

The horrors of the LCP were such that even Top Doctors were involved in the campaign to bring it to an end. I am not suggesting that John Ellershaw ever intended the LCP to be used to wipe out elderly or terminally ill people, but Top Docs themselves alleged that this was happening. Professor Mark Glaser – who was Mo Mowlam’s Top Doc – stated that the LCP ‘was the most corrupt practice in British medicine’ (I’m sorry to tell Prof Glaser that I can think of a few more practices which are as equally corrupt).

Dr Richard Lamerton, a retired Top Doctor who was a pioneer of the Hospice Movement, was a friend of Ellershaw’s and a supporter of the LCP until he saw how it was being used. Richard Homerton observed that ‘To use our knowledge and methods to kill off patients because the doctor doesn’t know how to care for them properly or because the hospital administrator wants the bed cleared is inexcusable. And criminal. I can’t help being reminded that Hitler called these patients ‘useless eaters’.

Perhaps Dr Homerton’s comment could be emblazoned above the entrance of every psych unit in the UK.

In 2013 the results of Neurberger’s Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway was submitted to Gov’t. The Gov’t advised the NHS to no longer use the LCP.

Neurberger was Vice-President of Attend, a charity which ‘supports and expands the roles that volunteers play in creating healthy communities’, 2006-11.

Neuberger was appointed to the board of Irish health insurers Vhi Healthcare for a five-year period from 2005 by Mary Harney, the Tanaiste and Minister for Health and Children.

 

 

Recent posts have described in detail some of the serious wrongdoing in the mental health services in north Wales – the abuse and mistreatment of patients by some truly dreadful doctors, the refusal to investigate serious complaints, the forging of documents to conceal wrongdoing or negligence and the framing for criminal offences of patients who had complained or witnessed wrongdoing.

There were two other Angels employed at Ysbyty Gwynedd who knew that this was how business was conducted whom I have not yet mentioned. They worked on the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd in 1991-93 before the Hergest Unit was built – whilst the mental health services were subjected to a damning report.

One of these Angels was called Sharon. I can’t remember her surname but she wasn’t local, she was from Manchester. Sharon pioneered something which later became a distinguishing feature of the mental health services – that of the staff ministering to each other in the face of serious patient neglect. This reached its zenith with the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team, many of whose members took days off at a time to practice Mindfulness – whilst their patch had one of the highest suicide rates among patients in the UK.

Sharon wasn’t just your usual common or garden Angel, Sharon had an added extra – she had trained as a hypnotherapist. A lot of Angels these days have trained in complementary therapies and many of them offer to use these techniques with their patients for very genuine reasons and indeed many patients really appreciate it. However Sharon didn’t offer hypnotherapy to patients, Sharon offered it to the other Angels.

Sharon was in great demand as a hypnotherapist for Angels for one main reason – the Angels were nearly all very heavy smokers and were constantly trying to Give Up. Of course if Sharon wished to help her workmates in this, that in itself would not have been a problem. But Sharon was conducting business on the wards, during work hours. Sharon, as the nurse on duty, would sit in the corner of the ward and be visited by various Angels who would have their consultation and hypnotherapy. Whilst patients were ignored. Not just for five minutes, or now and then, but as a matter of routine. Sharon ignored all patients at all times no matter how distressed they were.

It was on Sharon’s ward that I witnessed a man – whom I think was one of Dafydd’s drug patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who was acutely ill and had been sectioned and punch her in the face with no provocation. She cried for hours afterwards and one of the better male nurses went and sat by her to keep her company. The assault wan’t reported to the police and the girl’s parents were not told what had happened either. The man who had hit her was not transferred anywhere else, he remained on the ward and continued to intimidate other patients, although I didn’t see him actually punch anyone else again.

Whilst Sharon worked on that ward, a number of patients were detained illegally and Dafydd tried to persuade a teenage boy to have sex change surgery because the boy was gay. Another young female patient was pregnant by a junior gynaecologist who had arranged for her to have a termination that she did not want but was being coerced into – one of his mates who was also a junior gynaecologist then made her pregnant again and once more she was coerced into an abortion. All the staff knew about this and only one nurse spent time with the young woman to tell her that she did not have to have terminations if she did not want them. I got to know this young woman well and she was literally being passed around the junior doctors. After the second termination, Tony Francis discharged her on the grounds that she was not ‘really’ ill. She continued to experience serious problems and her GP referred her back again. The next excuse was that because she was a student who had graduated she was no longer a resident of Bangor and was therefore not entitled to use the local services. I was shown the letters that this young woman had been sent by Francis. One letter recommended that she should return to live with her father in England and seek help there.

This young woman’s father had severe chronic mental health problems himself and Francis knew about that. She had a mother who lived apart from her father, because her parents were divorced. Where did her mum live? Anglesey. So much for being ‘out of area’.

Someone else knew about this young woman as well – Tony Francis’s wife, Dr Sadie Francis. Because for three weeks or so, the young woman was bounced back and forth between Tony and Sadie Francis, as both of them found excuses not to treat her.

Last year I received an e mail from someone who had lived in Bangor in the early 1990s who told me that gay doctors from Ysbyty Gwynedd were paying local teenaged boys in care for sex.

Another patient on the ward on which Sharon worked was a teenaged boy from Holyhead who was about 14. He was on a ward with adult patients with whom he had nothing in common, he was very isolated and was in Ysbyty Gwynedd for a very long time. This boy told me that Sadie Francis had kept him on a section for 6 months. The Angels were very hostile and aggressive towards him on the grounds that he had a criminal record – he had been done for theft and burglary. He was also in the care of Gwynedd County Council.

Another patient on this ward had been sectioned after ‘causing a lot of trouble’ with his neighbour. This man was furious when he arrived on the ward and was explaining to people quite clearly that he did not understand why he had been taken there by the police. It later transpired that he was a really nice friendly person. Furthermore he was definitely not mentally ill and should never have been sectioned. How did I know? Because I overheard a conversation between two Angels who were discussing how they were going to explain why a perfectly sane man had been arrested and sectioned on the say-so of his neighbour. The solution to the problem was to give him some benign medication – valium – for a couple of days and then tell him that he was ‘better’ and could go. That was what was done – he was a chatty friendly man but not well educated, so didn’t realise that he had been given a near-placebo.

No doubt some medical notes had to be forged to explain it all away.

Some of the horrors described in earlier posts re the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd (see posts ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’ and ‘Hospital Hoppers And People Who Are Not Really Ill’) detail incidents that took place on the watch of Sharon the Hypnotherapist.

 

Another Angel who worked on the same ward as Sharon was called Pam. Pam didn’t ignore the patients in the way that Sharon did, but Pam seemed to be frequently left alone to run the ward single-handedly and would be very obviously rushed off her feet. I didn’t ever see another Angel so much as speak to Pam. The only member of staff whom I ever saw even acknowledge her was Tony Francis. He arrived on the ward one day, when as usual Pam was working her arse off and there was no-one else to be seen and Francis just said ‘all on your own again?’ and walked off.

I am wondering if Pam had been targeted by the paedophiles’ friends for not toeing the party line. Just before I was admitted to Pam and Sharon’s ward – Seiriol Ward – Pam told me that she had been ‘stabbed by a patient’. I was horrified but then Pam explained that she hadn’t been stabbed with a knife, she had been stabbed by a female patient with a pair of scissors. Pam did not need hospital treatment and was not injured. She had been asked by her senior colleagues to press charges against the patient, but had refused. Whilst telling me about it, Pam mysteriously said ‘I wish I had prosecuted her now’, but didn’t explain why. I asked Pam what had happened to the patient who had stabbed her and Pam told me that she had been sent to Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital. Bryn Golau was Dafydd’s prison for the victims of the paedophiles.

I can only imagine what the truth behind that stabbing of an Angel was and the crap that was being flung at Pam for refusing to perjure herself and frame a patient.

Pam left Ysbyty Gwynedd before the Hergest Unit opened, as did Sharon.

There was one Angel who worked on the neighbouring Dwynwen Ward – who really was very good, a Scottish nurse who lived near me in Llanllechid. She left Ysbyty Gwynedd as well – to work abroad. Before she left north Wales I heard that she had been subjected to a campaign of harassment at home and had been so worried that she had called the police in. I was told that the Bethesda police had stressed to her that she was not being targeted because she wasn’t Welsh.

No, like most of the aggro in north Wales, it will have been the paedophiles’ friends at work, bugger all to do with ‘Welsh extremists’.

It was at this time that Heidi Humphreys, one of the nurses on Seiriol Ward, was killed in a car crash on her way home to Pwllheli one evening (see post ‘The Sad Story Of The Heidi Humphreys Unit’).

 

Whilst I was on the ward staffed by Sharon the Hypnotherapist and many others who generally ignored the patients and chatted among themselves I heard a number of interesting things. A common theme was the terrible way in which staff were treated by the Top Docs, particularly by Tony Francis. Patients and staff claimed to have witnessed Francis losing his temper and going absolutely beserk, swearing at them and chucking furniture around. A group of the oppressed entertained each other with the story of a very meek and polite overseas junior doctor whom they alleged had been terrorised by Francis for months. The doctor had arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd as an SHO and had been promoted. One day Francis was witnessed shouting and swearing at everyone and yelled out ‘where’s that fucking SHO?’, to which a polite meek voice behind him replied ‘I have been a registrar for three months now…’

 

How much more did I witness then paedophiles’ friends?? You had no idea that I was gathering the evidence did you…You’ll just have to keep following the blog…

 

Whilst searching for something else recently I came across the 1994 New Year Honours list. There were a number of honours given to people who were closely associated with those we known and love.

A Phyllis Ford who was a fundraiser for the St David’s Hospice Appeal Fund was honoured. St David’s Hospice is in Llandudno and for years has been run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The CEOs Of St David’s Hospice’). Phyllis appeared on the episode of ‘This Is Your Life’ when the subject of the programme was Ken Dodd and revealed that Ken Dodd had raised a great deal of money for St David’s Hospice and that Ken’s target was to raise £2 million for them. Ken got a round of applause. The audience will have had no idea that St David’s Hospice is run by the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. I did suspect that Ken Dodd might have had a link to the paedophiles’ friends when I was researching for my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’.  Now it has been confirmed. Which makes the banging up in a secure hospital of Ruth Tagg, Ken’s alleged ‘stalker’, even more worrying than I thought it was.

The paedophiles’ friends of St David’s Hospice are certainly well connected. A comment after one of my previous posts mentioned how Paul Merton, Marcus Brigstocke and Phil Jupitus all rolled up in north Wales to put on a fundraising comedy gig to raise money for St David’s Hospice when the appalling Alun Davies was the CEO, but I didn’t mention that Ken Roache aka Ken Barlow of Coronation Street fame was the Patron of St David’s Hospice whilst Davies was CEO.

So how did a thick, corrupt, document forging, lying git like Alun Davies (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) gain access to so many high profile celebs?

 

One of the guests on Ken Dodd’s ‘This Is Your Life’ was Jimmy Tarbuck. When Tarby was the subject of ‘This Is Your Life’, his bessie mates Cilla Black and her husband and manager Bobby Willis appeared. Cilla was a personal friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who was my head of dept when I worked at St George’s. Chamberlain knew about the paedophile ring operating in south London of which his colleague Professor Oliver Brooke was a member and he knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Two years after I left St George’s, Chamberlain was involved in a major research fraud but unlike his colleague Malcolm Pearce, Chamberlain wasn’t struck off although Chamberlain’s name was on the research paper (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). When Chamberlain retired from St George’s, he took up a post lecturing at Swansea University.

After Bobby Willis died, Cilla became a very big mate of Paul O’Grady aka Lily Savage. Cilla went on holiday with Paul O’Grady, as she did with Tarby. Paul O’Grady’s autobiography mentions that he was a social worker in Lambeth before he became famous and among other things, he failed to report the death of a client and squatted in her flat and left other vulnerable clients alone at night when he was on duty whilst he got pissed and had knees-ups with rent boys at local gay clubs.

One of Tarby’s mates was Cliff Richard. Who, like Tarby, was accused of historic sex offences.

Someone who was investigated for historic sex offences as part of Operation Yewtree and who professed his innocence and subsequently wrote a book about it, ‘Under The Yewtree’, was Paul Gambaccini. I read Gambaccini’s book and like Gambaccini’s radio broadcasts it was utter drivel. There was nothing at all about the investigation in there, it wasn’t even an account of My Hell. It was literally a list of all the celebs and posh restaurants that Gambaccini had hung out with or in whilst he was under investigation, accompanied by commentary about his many talents and achievements. Such as knowing what Number 6 was in the Billboard chart in 1967, having learned such useful info by rote.

Gambaccini’s book was so vain and vacuous that I read bits of it out to one of my friends. One memorable sentence in the book was ‘she might not know it, but Joan Collins has been in the same room as me on at least two occasions’. We had a good laugh at Gambaccini’s name-dropping and I didn’t think any more about it until I researched for my post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’. It was only then that I found out that Prof Linford Rees, the lecherous old Top Doctor who protected Dafydd et al for decades, was the father-in-law of Christopher Cazenove – who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was a good friend of Joan Collins….

I have not found any links at all between Cliff and Dafydd and the paedophiles. I watched a clip of Cliff on TV explaining that he had forgiven the person who had accused him and goodness me for all Cliff knew the person might need psychiatric treatment. I think that you’ll find Cliff that the ‘psychiatric treatment’ came first – it was how so many vulnerable young people from north Wales ended up being coerced into having sex with so many not very attractive but rich people.

I am currently doing a bit of research on many of the celebs who squealed furiously when the police pointed the finger at them not so long ago. Apart from Cliff, so far I’ve found out that all of them had a link with associates of Dafydd. Might the police have noticed that as well?

 

The appearance of so many people on past episodes of ‘This Is Your Life’ who might have been in the same room as mates of Dafydd brought to my mind the unlikely subject of a ‘This Is Your Life’ episode in the mid-late 1990s. I was amazed, because someone I knew appeared on there. It was someone who had taught me when I was an undergrad at Bangor – a man called Tony Jones.

I could not fathom why or indeed how on earth Tony Jones turned up on ‘This Is Your Life’. He was an earth scientist, not someone who performed at the London Palladium and no-one who was not an earth scientist, a climber or associated with Bangor University would ever have known who he was. Tony Jones was also a very controversial man because he was nakedly racist and was not above referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He had grown up in apartheid South Africa and was proud of it. I watched the programme because I wanted to see whether Tony Jones could actually restrain himself in front of Aspel and the cameras for 30 mins without causing a major diplomatic incident. Tony Jones managed not to hurl racist insults, but one could see that Aspel felt a little out of his depth.

I always got on OK with Tony Jones, but a lot of people did not. He was the warden of one of the male halls and whereas some of the students maintained that he was great and really liked having him around, others hated him. I know of at least one perfectly nice student who was subjected to a hate campaign by Tony Jones and just ended up moving out of hall despite having paid his fees because there was no way of resolving the situation.

The most worrying Tony Jones anecdote that I ever heard was from another student who maintained that Tony Jones was friends with a number of corrupt police officers and that after falling out with a student, for a laugh Tony Jones had got his corrupt mates to arrest the student and keep him in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight. The cells in Bangor Police Station were a place where anything could and did happen, particularly as Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ruled the roost there.

Tony Jones was the subject of a certain amount of speculation because he was constantly surrounded by a clique of young men who pursued rather butch activities with him and he very obviously couldn’t cope with women who were not sporty/robust. In about 1998 I was friendly with one of the cleaners in the hall of residence who used to clean Tony Jones’s flat. One day she remarked ‘he’s a bit weird – he likes boys doesn’t he’. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret this, but nothing more overt was said so I didn’t pursue the matter.

In about 2004 Tony Jones clashed big time with longstanding paedophiles’ friend Fran Tate and she tried to force him out of his job as warden. I was completely on Tony Jones’s side with regard to that particular battle because Fran Tate had already come gunning for me and had gone after a few other people as well. Fran Tate was responsible for the shambles that was ‘disability support’ in the Students Union (see post ‘Disability Support’). Fran mercifully retired and has now made her allegiances clear by joining Lucille Hughes in the management tier of the CAB.

Tony Jones died a few months ago, so he is not able to tell us why he was constructed as a luvvie at about the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched.

 

Another person who joined Phyllis Ford in bagging a gong in the 1994 New Years Honours list was Dr John Edward Arthur Kenrick, the Chairman of Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority – someone else who has disappeared without trace. However I have found out that the Kenricks are a Welsh family who are descendants of Hywel Dda, the Prince of South Wales. Although some Kenricks lived in other regions of Wales and occasionally married people from England, the family were from Denbighshire. A lot of them were Top Doctors or Ministers of religion. At least one was a Magistrate in Denbigh and another Kenrick lived just down the road from Wrexham, near Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn. It’ll be the old story – Dr John Kenrick’s family will have been involved with the abuse and criminality even if he wasn’t and they’ll have been clinging together like limpets lest the whole lot of them and the reputations of their noble ancestors sink together.

In 1988 when I first began to uncover the seriousness of Dafydd’s wrongdoing and I realised that no-one would grass him up although they all loathed him, one of my friends who I’d been at Bangor University with observed that it will be a case of Dafydd saying ‘if I go down I’ll take the rest of you down with me’. At the time I just thought that Dafydd was shagging the female patients and breaking the law in his attempts to silence them. I didn’t realise that he was the key player in a paedophile ring supplying kids to Westminster paedophiles and which had links to Europe.

So there’ll be a lot more people going down with Dafydd than just a few Top Docs and social workers in north Wales.

 

Jean Evans of the Kidney Patients Association of North Wales was awarded an MBE in the 2004 New Years Honours. The Kidney Patient’s Association of North Wales evolved from the Kidney Wales organisations that were founded by Professor Sir William Asscher, a paedophiles’ friend who served Cardiff loyally for years and then relocated to St George’s Hospital Medical School, became Dean and then Principal and continued colluding with paedophiles’ friends and serious crime at an even higher level (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). Jean is still loyally serving the paedophiles’ friends, she is Chairperson of Friends of Renal Care at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd.

 

Stuart Errington, Chairman, National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, was awarded a CBE. Lucille Hughes has for many years been involved with the senior management of the CAB.

Stuart Grant Errington was born on 23 June 1929.He was the son of Sir Eric Errington and Marjorie Bennett and married Anne Baedeker in June 1954.  Stuart Errington died on 16 Nov 2017 at age 88.

Stuart Errington was educated at Rugby and then went to Trinity College, Oxford. He gained the rank of 2nd Lieutenant in the Royal Artillery. Errington was with Ellerman Lines, 1952-59 and was with Astley Industrial Trust between 1959-70. Errington was a JP for Berkshire in 1970. In 1977 he became MD of Mercantile Credit. Errington was a Director of Barclays Merchant Bank, Barclays Bank UK , Kleinwort Overseas Investment Trust, Northern Electric 1989–96, Nationwide Building Society 1989–97; Errington was Chairman and Chief Executive of Mercantile Group, 1988-89.  He held the office of Deputy Lieutenant of Berkshire in 2000. He lived at Earleywood Lodge in Ascot.

Stuart Errington was also a Director of Municipal Mutual Insurance from 1989. Munipal Mutual Insurance were of course the insurers of Clwyd County Council and employed Michael Beloff QC as their legal advisor – who advised everyone not to make the contents of the Jillings Report available to anyone…Municipal Mutual told Clwyd that if they didn’t follow this advice, the Councillors themselves would be personally liable for paying damages if any of the former kids in the care of Clwyd sued. Municipal Mutual also demanded that Councillor Malcolm King – who had been asking questions about the abuse of children for a long while –  be sacked if he got hold of the Jillings Report and disclosed the contents. Municipal Mutual were also the insurers of the North Wales Police who refused to co-operate with the first investigation into the abuse of children in north Wales. Please see my post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ for the full story.

So Dafydd and Lucille, why was Stuart Errington prepared to stick his neck out so far to save your skins then?

Stuart Errington had three children – David, Elizabeth and Charles. David went to Rugby. Elizabeth married Jamie Corke and lives in Dorset. Charles went to Rugby, Goldsmith’s and Oxford. He is a derivatives dealer, a designer of a risk analytics software package and a writer. He married Nicole Cauverian, who is a graduate of King’s College and is a TV producer.

Gladys Broomfield, Morris Markowe Unit of the League of Friends, Springfield Hospital, Wandsworth, was also honoured in the New Years Honours of 1994. I can’t find any trace of Gladys, but the Morris Markowe Unit was an annexe to Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit associated with St George’s and was named after the Medical Administrator of Springfield. At the beginning of the 1990s the Wandsworth District Health Authority had the largest deficit in any English Health District and needed to save £9m.  It decided on the early closure of the Unit, which by now had only 54 beds.  The patients were transferred to Springfield Hospital in 1991.

A number of questions come to mind. How did Wandsworth Health Authority end up with the largest deficit of any HA in England in the early 1990s? There was certainly no money being spent on patient care. As with Gwynedd Health Authority and Clwyd County Council – and at present the Betsi Board – care was appalling and the organisation was being used to facilitate organised crime rather than look after patients/clients. So where did the dosh go? What was Gladys doing with the money that she raised? More importantly, why was Gladys honoured when the organisation was in such an appalling mess?

 

But then why were ANY of these people – who were all involved with facilitating a paedophile ring – honoured at all? The announcement of the honours to be picked up by this bunch was made at the very end of 1993. The police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring with links to ‘VIPs’ operating in north Wales took place between 1991-1993. It was stated that no evidence of a paedophile ring had been found and the investigation was closed.

Ah – I think that I understand the flurry of honours for people who worked with the associates of the paedophile ring which did not exist.

 

In 1994 a ‘reclusive British bachelor’,  Alan Angus – a water rates collector who died at the age of 65 from a heart attack – bequeathed almost £1 m to the Morris Marlowe Unit, which had treated one of his relatives ten years previously. ‘Living in squalor’, Mr Angus was unaware that the Unit had closed in 1991.
So what was the truth behind Mr Angus’s enormous donation to a gang of white-collar criminals? £1 million quid was a great deal of money in 1994 and by 1994 the publicity regarding Springfield Hospital was nothing short of dreadful. There had been a number of murders of staff and patients and a string of sexual assaults on women patients. It was all this that led to a public inquiry a few years later where Springfield was absolutely damned and deemed to be dangerous. Even if they had treated his relative well 10 years previously – which I doubt, Springfield had been run by and for gangsters for years – Mr Angus will probably have known how bloody awful the place was even if he was a recluse. He’d have needed a very kind heart indeed to part with £1 m for the benefit of that bunch of crooks whilst he ‘lived in squalor’. Is it possible that Mr Angus himself was vulnerable and not coping and perhaps a little birdy from Springfield had been in contact with him and persuaded him to write that will leaving such a generous donation?

 

Dr Donald Irvine, GMC. Donald bagged an knighthood in the New Year’s honours of 1994 and it must have been something to do with successfully ensuring that Dafydd and the paedophiles didn’t all end up in the clink. Not that the Top Doctors were particularly grateful. Irvine was forced out of his role as President of the GMC in May 2001. The other Top Docs were spitting blood that Irvine had tried to implement reforms for the regulation of the Top Doctors as the Gov’t had asked him to. Irvine’s colleagues were adamant that he could fuck off because no-one was going to regulate them. Why the sudden urgency on behalf of Blair and his Health Secretary Alan Milburn to hold the Top Docs to account? It followed the Bristol Heart Surgery Scandal and the Alder Hey Scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) – and then the icing on the cake was a man called Harold Shipman. Alan Milburn could take no more and told the Top Docs that they had to sort themselves out or the Gov’t would. So the Top Docs held a revolution. The Gov’t collectively wet themselves and thus Dafydd is still Chairing his charity CAIS  today.

Donald Irvine had been faced with attempts to oust him previously. In May 1999 GMC member Wendy Savage challenged Sir Donald’s leadership. Savage led the charge against Sir Donald, stating that he had too readily bowed to Gov’t in pushing ahead with the reforms. This was the first time in the history of the GMC that anyone had challenged an incumbent President.

In May 1999 Ronnie Waterhouse was in the process of writing up his Report. Wendy Savage was a good friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain – who at that time was still sitting in the middle of the cesspit that was St George’s… Wendy Savage’s life might have been touched by Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Wendy Savage became famous in the 1980s when she was suspended after a high profile ding dong with her head of dept. Journalists who knew sod all about what was going on told the world that it was because Wendy Savage was a woman, a feminist, a Top Doctor who promoted natural childbirth, a member of the Labour Party and was married to a black man. People who had personal knowledge of the parties involved knew that it was because Wendy Savage and her boss just really hated each other.

Wendy Savage spent her career working at the London Hospital in Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was one of the boroughs sending kids into the arms of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). Wendy Savage was someone who took time to talk and listen to patients who were living in poverty and getting kicked in the teeth. I bet she had found out what Dafydd et al were up to. Wendy was politically active. So as well as having the reputation of the Top Doctors to preserve, she’ll also have been mindful that an exposure of Dafydd would lead to the exposure of all those Labour boroughs in London who were knowingly sending kids into the embrace of a paedophile gang in north Wales – and of course those Labour politicians who were abusing kids themselves.

Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party at the time – and we know that the Windbag really thought that he was in with a chance of becoming PM as long as he could keep that barrel of crap in north Wales nailed firmly shut. The Windbag even headhunted the noxious Sam Galbraith and begged him to join the Labour Party, so desperate was he to have the Top Docs on side (see post ‘I Warn You…’).

 

I have previously blogged about John Smith’s unfortunate and unexpected death in May 1994, one month before the head of Bryn Estyn Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. Four days after Arnold’s death the trial of Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson began, two members of staff of Bryn Estyn who were charged with sexual and physical assaults on boys (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). John Smith died when Barts Hospital could not revive him, after he had a heart attack in his flat at the Barbican (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). John Smith had his first heart attack  on 9 Oct 1988 and was forced to spend three months away from Westminster to recover. On that occasion, he had complained of chest pains the night before and had to be persuaded to cancel a flight to London so that he could go to hospital for a check-up. He was examined at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary  where an EEG was performed. The Top Doctor who examined him told Smith ‘Whatever it is, we don’t think it is your heart’. Then Smith suddenly collapsed and was briefly unconscious before coming around. He spent three days in intensive care before leaving hospital on 20 Oct 1988 and made a full recovery.

Smith made modifications to his lifestyle by going on a 1,000-calories per day diet, cutting down on rich foods and fine wines, giving up smoking and taking up climbing Munros. His weight dropped from 15 stone 5 pounds at the time of the first heart attack, to 12 stone 10 pounds when he returned to Parliament on 23 Jan 1989.

Edinburgh Royal Infirmary, who absolutely reassured Smith that he did not have heart problems days before he keeled over with a heart attack and ended up in intensive care, employed some questionable people. In 1993 Edinburgh Royal Infirmary gave the former Bay City Roller Derek Longmuir a job as a nurse. Longmuir had begun nurse training in 1990 after carrying out voluntary work at the Sick Children’s Hospital in Edinburgh.

In 2000, Longmuir, 49, was sentenced to 300 hours of community service at Edinburgh Sheriff’s Court for possessing child pornography. Longmuir was suspended from his job at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary and refused to comment when he left court.

Longmuir had pleaded guilty to having indecent films, videos and photos of children at his Edinburgh home. He also admitted making indecent photos of children at his home in March 1998. Yet his lawyer, Robbie Burnett, told Edinburgh Sheriff Court that Longmuir was ‘not a paedophile and was not someone who engages in child sex nor somebody terribly interested in child porn’. Burnett concluded that ‘he deplores and disapproves of the exploitation of children for any of these purposes’.

Lothian and Borders Police serious crime squad officers found the material after a raid on Derek Longmuir’s home in Sept 1998 following a tip-off. Police seized computers, videos and floppy disks from the house, which were pointed out to the officers by Longmuir. Twenty-two videos and six projector reels were seized which contained child porn. 1,000 images were recovered from the 73 floppy disks confiscated – some of those showed sex involving children. Which is a great deal of child porn to be found in the possession of someone who is not terribly interested in it.

Sheriff Isobel Poole only sentenced Longmuir after receiving psychiatric, social inquiry and community service reports.

Longmuir did have to leave his nursing job after he was convicted, but only because of the fuss that the media made. He was later allowed to continue working as a nurse.

 

Robbie Burnett, the lawyer who mounted a valiant defence of Derek and his child porn, was educated at George Heriot’s School in Edinburgh and studied law at Edinburgh University. After leaving University, Robbie became an apprentice at Drummond & Co/Drummond Miller, later becoming assistant and then partner in 1978. Robbie left Drummond Miller in 1993 to establish Burnett Christie, which expanded by taking in McCourts in 2003 to become Burnett Christie Knowles McCourts (BKCM).

Robbie Burnett is a former President of the Edinburgh Bar Association and a member of both the Law Society Criminal Committee and the Scottish Criminal Rules Council. He became a Senior Solicitor Advocate in 2009.

The very understanding Sheriff, Isobel Poole, was awarded an OBE in the 2013 New Year Honours List. The award was for services to justice in Scotland and to the community in Edinburgh. Isobel was admitted to the Faculty of Advocates in 1964 and appointed a Sheriff of Lothian & Borders in 1979. She served full time, principally in Edinburgh, until 2007. After that she continued as a part time Sheriff. Isobel Poole is a member of the Scottish Lawyers’ European Group and has also served on the Sheriffs’ Council.

 

As for John Smith’s widow Elizabeth, she was educated at Hutchesons’ Girls Grammar School and Glasgow University. She is president of Scottish Opera and served as Chairman of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, 1995-12. She is also a Governor of the English-Speaking Union and a Board member of the Centre for European Reform.

Elizabeth was given a peerage in Feb 1995. The Baroness has claimed more than £600,000 in expenses since 2002, when she asked a written question to the Ministers.

Presumably Elizabeth knows nearly as much as her late husband did about figures in the Labour Party – including the Party’s leaders – concealing the organised abuse of children and the associated criminality. Elizabeth’s daughter Sarah Smith is a Scottish TV journalist, which might be another reason why we have heard so little about it.

 

I was listening to the play for voices, ‘Under Milk Wood’, earlier. Dylan Thomas was inspired to write it after he stayed at New Quay in west Wales, but some of the names and phrases in the poem brought back memories of the everyday story of service user folk in north Wales, so here’s a little tribute to Dafydd:

To begin at the beginning…
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers,
the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher,
postman and publican, the undertaker and Lucille the fancy woman,
Slob Ingham the drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, Elfed the corrupt policeman, the webfoot
cocklewomen and the tidy wives…

Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the
Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of
Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed;
tumbling by the Sailors Arms*

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the
slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you
can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms and petticoats
over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth,
Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the
eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes
and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes
and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.

FIRST DEAD

Remember me, Dafydd?

I’m Mavis – found dead after I walked out of the Hergest Unit and no-one noticed that I’d gone until they found my body…

Remember me Dafydd?

SECOND DEAD

I’m Simon – I was a witness to your wrongdoing who developed meningitis and the Top Docs told me that I had flu…I died in Ysbyty Gwynedd at 17 years old…

Dafydd, Dafydd, remember me?

THIRD DEAD

I’m Wayne – I told a friend that the mental health services had ruined my life and I threw myself under a train… after my death an Angel told a friend that I’d wanted to die and that was that…

I’m rattling my chains as well Dafydd…

FOURTH DEAD

It’s Delyth Dafydd – I died shortly after the day centre in the Hergest Unit was closed down when I was sent to a mediocore ‘care home’ miles away…

The skull at your ear Dafydd is…

FIFTH DEAD

Foxy – found dead after choking to death in another ‘care home’ where I was observed every twenty minutes but my body wasn’t found for more than an hour…

SIXTH DEAD

I’m Ann, killed in a head-on car crash which left my former boyfriend brain damaged, after I witnessed what happened to Sally…

SEVENTH DEAD

Dr Antonio – stabbed myself to death in the heart after months of ill health whilst my colleagues called me a hypochondriac…

EIGHTH DEAD

I’m Richard – killed myself whilst working as a male midwife at Ysbyty Gwynedd and left a suicide note behind saying that no-one could imagine the sort of things that were happening there…

NINTH DEAD

I’m Lil, worked for Professor Fergus Lowe and was married to a Hergest nurse – I was taken ill and could not be saved by Ysbyty Gwynedd…

TENTH DEAD

I’m Bob – a psychiatrist at Hergest who was taken ill and guess what, I died in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd as well..

ELEVENTH DEAD

My dad was framed for sex offences and I died at Ysbyty Gwynedd a few years later when they switched off my life-support. Because I was as drunk as a deacon – but actually one of my friends still has the suicide note that I left behind…

UNFORTUNATELY I’M STILL ALIVE – Remember me Dafydd, Dr Devakumar, a BMA psychiatrist and your old buddy – Does anybody want a fight???

TWELFTH DEAD

I’m Brian – another witness who was killed in a car crash which didn’t involve another vehicle and I was always such a good driver, no-one could explain it…

THIRTEENTH DEAD – AND PROBABLY INFECTED A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE BEFORE HE DIED

The son of Lord Cut-Glass, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – I was known to be sexually abusing boys in care in Wrexham but nonetheless I had one such boy arrested for ‘theft’ and sent to a detention centre – I died of AIDS in 1993…

Oh diolch yn fawr Dafydd bach, we Cut-Glasses are so grateful for all your help…none of us ever went to prison…we came to a bad end…very enjoyable…

FOURTEENTH DEAD

I’m Vince – rang the Hergest Unit late one night and explained that I was suicidal. I was found dead a few hours later.

FIFTEENTH DEAD

I’m Martin – found dead on the road near Bethesda after I’d witnessed Gwynedd Social Services denying a father access to his baby after framing him because he reported the abuse of four children and the guilty family did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

MURDER!!!

Dafydd, the no good boyo… Cross his palm with silver – and he’ll do anything..

Time passes…

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – there’s Dafydd Iwan singing a tribute to Dafydd the Brave Welsh Psychiatrist and Elinor Bennett playing her harp and Gruff Rhys and the Super Furries, Gruff Rhys who’s dad was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the children’s homes were full of paedophiles…

Then there’s Gossamer Beynon, wife of Leighton Andrews…

And we always think, before we tumble into bed, of all those patients who are dead, dead, dead…

Look mam! – Dafydd is crying, he’s got a nose like strawberries …

Oh no he’s not crying, we were mistaken…he’s pissing himself laughing whilst he counts his money

YCHAFI!

(I could write a version of the song about people giving Gwennie a penny in return for a kiss in Milk Wood, but in view of what Dafydd, Lucille and John Allen were actually doing to the kids in care, it would end up a lot more unpleasant that Thomas’s original.)

 

* There is a Sailors Arms in Beaumaris and in the late 1990s two of the barmen there were student nurses at Ysbyty Gwynedd. One was a student psychiatric nurse called Dave who was thrown off the course for reasons that he would not come clean about, but he continued to work as the manager of a truly dreadful EMI home on Anglesey owned by a business associate of Dafydd’s. When on night duty this man would make himself comfortable and sleep throughout the entire shift. I witnessed him pick up an elderly lady who had fallen out of bed and, whilst swearing at her, throw her back onto the bed. On another occasion he described a patient – in front of her – as ‘the creature from the swamp’. Dafydd’s mate who owned the ‘care home’ was under police investigation at the time and was forced to sell the business. It didn’t hinder Dave – the man who hated patients so much was offered a job as a care home manager in Coventry.

 

NB. To those Who Care, who might wish to accuse me of insensitivity and may well be gearing up for howls of ‘OOOH look what she’s said now’ – perhaps you could remind me of the occasions on which any of you raised concerns about this nightmare? Or indeed let me know who among you has had to flee Wales after a number of attempts to kill you and is now in hiding?

 

 

Gems from the ‘Daily Post’ over the last few days –

Lawrence Kenwright, the businessman who wants to turn what is left of the North Wales Hospital into a luxury hotel, has explained that he wants a Victorian asylum theme, with guests being greeted by men in white coats no less.  None of them wore white coats at Denbigh Lawrence, the Angels wore military style uniforms with pips on their shoulders and Dafydd wore filthy old Al Capone suits which didn’t fit him properly. However I am sure that if a VIP had turned up, white coats would have been donned to give the impression that this was actually a hospital.

Various local people have supported Lawrence’s idea on the grounds that it will provide jobs for local people. Lawrence may well find himself inundated with applications from staff of the Betsi, who are now forming an exodus.

Lawrence might not know this, but Dafydd’s son Deiniol ap Dafydd is a foodie who runs a bistro and deli business in Llanrwst, Blas ar Fwyd. Dafydd will no doubt be looking for opportunities to flog Deiniol’s produce, so Lawrence might soon be receiving a phone call.  Deiniol’s puddings and cakes are a bit too sugary for my taste. I met Deiniol at a food fayre once, he had no idea who I was, but he was very pleasant and friendly and fed me sausages. I spent the whole time thinking ‘you don’t know me BUT…’ What made it even more bizarre was that I was with a friend who had ended up in prison as a result of the paedophiles’ friends and who had encountered Dafydd and his ‘nursing homes’ and he was fed morsels by Deiniol as well, but he had no idea at all who Deiniol’s dad was. I had to enlighten him afterwards.

I have another story re an encounter with a different offspring of Dafydd’s – it is for a future post.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ ran a feature comparing house prices in different parts of north Wales. The most expensive house featured was a cottage in Rhosneigr. Rhosneigr is known for its second homes. In fact Duncan Orme, the Bangor University Welfare Officer in 1984, who was the first person whom I met who wet himself at the thought of challenging Gwynne the lobotomist (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), has a second home near Rhosneigr. Duncan ended up as Finance Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire! Start as you mean to go on Duncan – pursue a whole career ignoring criminality and patient harm and you too can have a second home on Anglesey that none of the locals could afford even as their main residence.

So what was the cheapest home that the Post featured? It was a flat above a shop in Victoria Place, Bethesda. In days gone by, it would have housed a young single person or a service user, but they couldn’t afford it now. The flat was next door to what used to be the Bethesda Surgery, where Drs Gareth Jones, Nicky Heinersdorff, Paul Nickson and John Mithan knew about very nearly everything that I have detailed on this blog yet remained completely silent. Whilst they lived in the best houses in the area and drove the most expensive cars. How about a plaque to the fallen a la the plaque to paedophiles’ friend Val Feld which has recently been attached to the wall of the Senedd (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’)? The Tomb of the Unknown Service User in the centre of Bethesda might be more appropriate, the retired GPs couldn’t miss that as they drive past in their expensive cars on their generous pensions whilst they ignore the local graveyards which are full of their victims.

The Post also reported on the gender pay gap in north Wales. Consistent with Theresa May’s bright idea of publishing datasets with absolutely no analysis in her battle against inequality, the ‘Daily Post’ has mentioned that Cartrefi Cymru has only a gender pay gap of 1% – in favour of women. Women who work for this company earn MORE than men. So what is this business that emerges from Theresa’s exercise smelling of roses? Cartrefi Cymru is a chain of homes for people with learning disabilities and severe autism. Some of their clients have physical disabilities as well.

I met one of their managers a couple of years ago, a former Angel from St George’s Hospital Medical School no less. She was, incredibly enough, very impressive. Her attitude was spot on and she had some very good ideas with regard as to how to provide care and support to a group of adult whose difficulties are such that most people find it very difficult – and exhausting – to care for them. However she did admit that the pay offered by Cartrefi  Cymru was pitiful, particularly in return for such a taxing job. Support workers – which make up nearly all of Cartrefi’s staff – are paid the national minimum wage. When I chatted to this lady, the Gov’t had just introduced new regulations to ensure that support workers working night shifts were paid much more. In response to this directive, the senior managers at Cartrefi had redefined everybody’s shifts and hours to ensure that no-one actually received an increase in pay.

The reason why women at Cartrefi Cymru earn more than men is that most of the home managers are Angels and are thus paid a bit more than the support workers, many of whom are male. But no-one gets very much at Cartrefi, despite the dedication and high standards of the lady whom I met.

The shite pay received by Cartrefi Cymru staff is a result of decisions made by the Directors of Cartrefi. One of whom is a Dr Peter Higson, old mate of Dafydd’s and at present Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board…

Peter Higson, although he has now retired from a lifetime of concealing crime in the NHS and is thus in receipt of a fat pension, also receives very generous remuneration for his three days a weeks or whatever Chairing the Betsi – more than most people in north Wales earn in their full time jobs.

 

The Welsh media are reporting on Rod Liddle insulting the Welsh. As well as suggesting that all sane people would wish to exit Wales as soon as humanly possible, Liddle has made the standard insult about the Welsh language not having any vowels. Paedophiles’ friend Hywel Williams sent out a tweet explaining that the English for ‘ignorant’ has three vowels, whereas the Welsh word for ‘ignorant’ is ‘anwybodus’, which has four vowels. Which is the most sensible  point that I have ever noticed Hywel Williams make – it beats conjuring up lame excuses for the lethal mental health services or begging for a prison to be built in Caernarfon to fill with the the paedophiles’ victims.

Meri Huws has announced that she is now assembling a team to deal with Rod Liddle. Meri, I’m sure that he’s quaking in his boots. I think Rod works or did work at ‘The Spectator’. In terms of a shagfest, Rod and co make Meri look like an amateur.

 

Theresa has announced another £75 million for prostate cancer research which ‘will save thousands of lives’. There has now been an admission that previous prostrate cancer research was barking up the wrong tree and that the PSI test does not identify men at risk. So Theresa’s given another £75 million to the people who persisted with that particular lie although they knew that their results had not lived up to their subsequent claims.

 

There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth over the latest outrage regarding the use of chemical weapons in Syria. Yet again western politicians are fuming impotently over the genocidal ambitions of Bashar al-Assad. Bashar is of course a Top Doctor who spent four years undertaking postgrad work at the Western Eye Hospital in London, immediately before returning to Syria in his capacity as heir apparent. The Western Eye Hospital is run by Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, who also employ so many of those cancer experts who are going to save thousands of lives with Theresa’s £75 million quid.

In 2000 Bashar received 99.7% of the vote in a democratic election. He is as popular as that other Top Doctor Dafydd. In the 1990s when I and another patient constantly challenged the Hergest Unit over the presence of Dafydd there, we were told that ‘the patients want to see him, they like him’.

 

Blair was wheeled out on the ‘Today’ programme this morning to talk about the Good Friday agreement, which people are now claiming is not quite the solution that Blair told everybody that it was. Blair still isn’t fessing up to the role played in the peace process by the deal re the Kincora Boys’ Home. There has never been a full investigation into Kincora and it was specifically excluded from the major inquiry into the abuse of children in N Ireland.

Blair’s mate Mo Mowlam was credited with much of the success of the N Ireland peace process. Mo was the MP for Redcar. Redcar is in Cleveland. Mo was elected as MP on 11 June 1987. Bang in the middle of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Mo did not say a word about any of it. Or about the paedophile ring which had been in operation in the area for years and which was working hand in glove with Dafydd.

In 2001 Mo’s seat was succeeded by that very good paedophiles’ friend, Vera Baird (see post ‘Sisters Are Indeed Doing It For Themselves’).

I will write more about Mo soon.

 

 

The Banality Of Evil

I have previously detailed how bare-faced lies were documented about me and other patients by the mental health services in north Wales and a perusal of our records demonstrated quite clearly that on numerous occasions the staff were well aware that they were documenting fallacies, just as they cheerfully perjured themselves in attempts to secure convictions against patients who had made serious complaints. My recent posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ provided accounts of how serious complaints that I made were simply never investigated yet various managers then wrote to me telling me that their investigations had not upheld my complaints; how managers either ignored correspondence from the Mental Health Act Commission or lied to Commissioners; how patients were repeatedly lied to when they attempted to follow up complaints and were told that accounts provided by third parties who had witnessed wrongdoing had not been received whilst those accounts were lying in files with instructions not to reply to the witnesses; how the solution for dealing with patients who produced evidence of serious wrongdoing was to serve them with High Court injunctions preventing them from writing repeatedly to follow up complaints and then to prosecute them and declare that representation from those patients could be ignored because they were, after all, lying criminals.

In ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ I provided details of documentation in my medical records that was fairly obviously forged, amended at a later date or at the very least not compiled on the dates given.

The staff of the mental health services in north Wales were characterised not only by their callous, brutal treatment of patients but by their callous, brutal treatment of each other – I have given previous examples of staff being unfairly dismissed, having nervous breakdowns, committing suicide and the claims of one female member of staff who worked with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team leaving the area after she was sexually assaulted by one of her male colleagues following her complaint of workplace bullying. The culture within the health and welfare sector in north Wales was – and remains -toxic.

So here are a few more gems from the records that my lawyers managed to obtain after the mental health services unlawfully witheld them for the best part of 25 years and a few more names of people who knew just how serious the criminality was and who should now be speaking to the police.

 

On 7 Jan 1991 a Debra Lewis made a note regarding me phoning Gwynedd Health Authority and telling her that I had been told by my colleagues in London that a sleazy looking person had turned up saying that he had come to serve court papers on me. I remember this well – I was working in London but had gone away for a few days and my colleagues and my house mates in London contacted me to say that a rather dodgy man in possession of a stack of papers was looking for me. I presumed that it would be something to do with Gwynedd Health Authority – the bailiffs used by the courts often looked as though they were on their uppers – so I rang in order to find out what was happening. Gwynedd Health Authority told me that they had no idea what I was talking about so I rang Hempsons, the MDU solicitors. Hempsons refused to discuss anything at all with me. Debra Lewis’s note explained that the seedy looking man was indeed in pursuit of me after Gwynedd Health Authority had ordered him to serve papers on me, but she explained in her note how everybody was to lie to me and profess complete ignorance of what was happening. So what was the outcome of this stupidity? Well the sleazy man tracked me down to where I was staying – with relatives in the west country, so I presume that once more someone had unlawfully accessed a confidential database in order to find those details, because I hadn’t given them to anyone – and the sleazebag served the papers on a relative of mine. Unlawfully. When the seedy old bailiff realised that the person to whom he’d just handed the bundle wasn’t me, he panicked…

Why everybody felt obliged to lie to me about this I do not know. I wasn’t trying to escape the country, I was trying to find out what on earth was going on. But it was business as usual – a stream of lies, the telling of which was faithfully recorded in the records that these people unlawfully refused to hand over every time that I or my lawyers requested them.

In the early months of 1991 I finally got so fed up of the threats, the harassment and being bullied out of jobs when it was discovered that I had dared take on Dafydd and the paedophiles that I sought a barrister’s opinion. I was told that I had a case against the NHS for false imprisonment and trespass to the person. What happened over the next few months was exactly what happened on the two occasions since when I have tried to begin legal action against the mental health services – crucial papers disappeared and then even the lawyers did as well. One barrister in north Wales who provided his opinion but after which everything inexplicably fizzled out – Wyn Williams – was married to a psychiatric nurse in the Ablett Unit. The senior psychiatrist in the Ablett Unit at the time was Dr Neil Davies. Who was Dafydd’s colleague at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and was involved in falsely imprisoning me….

On 22 March 1991 Alun Davies wrote to Tracey Jones, a lawyer employed by AJ Beale – the legal firm in the Welsh Office who also employed the corrupt lawyer Andrew Park who documented that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Tony Francis (Dr X) were lying about my alleged assaults on people but was happy to begin proceedings against me nonetheless – re my proposed action against Gwynedd Health Authority for false imprisonment and trespass to the person. Davies explained to Tracey Jones that Gwynedd could not be held responsible because it was Clwyd Health Authority who managed the North Wales Hospital and held Dafydd’s contract. Davies had failed to explain that although Dafydd was employed by Clwyd, he held clinics in Gwynedd and had beds at Ysbyty Gwynedd – and that I had been unlawfully detained in Ysbyty Gwynedd and told by Tony Francis that Dafydd was now my doctor. It was indeed in Ysbyty Gwynedd where I first encountered Dafydd. Furthermore, I had been unlawfully arrested in Ysbyty Gwynedd no less – on the orders of Dafydd – and then been taken to the North Wales Hospital, where I had been held illegally. The North Wales Hospital was used for patients from Gwynedd and Clwyd. So Gwynedd were pretty bloody culpable but began wriggling desperately when I mentioned legal action.

On 23 April 1991 Alun Davies wrote to Tracey Jones to confirm that Dr Neil Davies was the RMO for Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital, where I had been illegally imprisoned. Davies also admitted that Dafydd  ‘still provides a service to Gwynedd’.

On 20 May 1991 Alun Davies writes to Mrs T.L. Jones – who as far as I can work out is the Tracey Jones to whom Davies had written just days previously in AJ Beale’s firm, but who was now working for DG Lambert, Solicitor, Crown Buildings, Cathays Park. DG Lambert was obviously another legal firm working for the Welsh Office, but I don’t know why they were involved at that point, particularly as Andrew Park of AJ Beale’s company had not gone anywhere. Park continued to send me threatening letters and ‘advise’ the paedophiles’ friends as to how to secure convictions against me. Davies explained to Tracey Jones the latest problem that he had with me – that I had now written to Huw Thomas, the General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority. Tracey came up with the usual solution and wrote back to Davies telling him that she would write to me and threaten me with court action if I did not stop writing to Gwynedd Health Authority.

In spring 1991, under John Major’s NHS modelled on business principles, the idiot Davies was no longer styled as ‘Priority Services Administrator’, but was now ‘Business, Planning and Contracts Manager’. Such was the fuckwittery of every NHS reorganisation – the same old crooks and fools were left in place and given new job titles. Older readers will remember the Tories ‘internal market’ which they imposed upon the NHS. Ooh yes, GPs and managers would be able to buy services from the best provider, thereby increasing patient choice and enabling patients to ‘shop around’ for the best care. What happened in north Wales? Hilarious, Gwynedd Health Authority took out full page adverts in the local papers explaining that they would be buying mental health services from – Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital! How Brown and me laughed. Here’s your choice under the Tories’ internal market – Dafydd and the paedophiles. Again.

When I mentioned this to the fat fool Davies, he snapped at me that in north Wales there wasn’t any choice. Yes, I had noticed – I escaped to London and was still told that Dafydd was my doctor. Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School told me to go back to north Wales for ‘care’, even though Eastman had been told by his colleague Dr Robin Jacobson that Dafydd had described me as ‘attractive and seductive’, that Dafydd ‘had a soft spot for me’ and that Jacobson had noticed that Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘lost their boundaries’ (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Escaping from Dafydd trying to get his leg over? We’ll say nothing about the perjury taking place in an attempt to imprison you and when the case collapses we’ll send you back to Dafydd whilst telling everyone that you’re the dangerous one…

‘There was no evidence of any criminal conspiracy in north Wales with people outside of the region in order to conceal sexual abuse.’

The criminal conspiracy of course had begun back in 1987, when Dr James Earp of the Towers Hospital Leicester had colluded with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Gwynedd Social Services after the first time that I had been unlawfully detained and exposed to Dafydd’s highly inappropriate conduct (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

What else happened in the early months of 1991? My friend who worked at the Royal Television Society who knew what had happened to me in north Wales and who wanted to make a documentary about it was unlawfully dismissed and blacklisted – her husband who worked at the BBC was told by his boss that they would make sure that he ‘never worked in this town again’. He was transferred to Manchester and made redundant some months later. Another friend of mine from our Bangor days who was working for a pharmaceutical company in Kent found that he was driven  out of his job as well. Brown discovered that his colleagues had been told by someone that ‘he could not be trusted around children’. Then the workplace harassment of Brown at Aston University began in earnest.

The other thing that happened in early 1991 was that my solicitor – who was amazingly supportive – had done his best to secure what he thought would be an independent second opinion in the face of the constant charges brought against me by the north Wales mental health services. My solicitor found someone called David Mawson who was certainly pleasant and friendly and didn’t conduct himself in the manner of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Doctors Who Disappeared From The Medical Register’), but I have now found out that Dr Mawson knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles and like absolutely everybody else he was not going to say a word about their criminal activities. Everyone took the same view – the solution here is to stress that it is the patients who are the problem not a bunch of professionally qualified gangsters who are into serious organised crime. Documents in my possession show that Alun Davies and Tony Francis (Dr X) made it their business to contact David Mawson without my or my solicitor’s knowledge or consent and ask him what he was going to say in his report….

 

Documents in my possession show that after they feared that I was going to sue, Gwynedd and Clwyd simply sent letters back and forth to the lawyers in the Welsh Office in which everybody claimed that it wasn’t them who had been responsible for my unlawful arrest and detention. The Welsh Office’s solution? Threaten me with legal action to stop me writing to anyone. Meanwhile, crucial evidence – such as the identity of Ann Williams, the one honest social worker who was a key witness (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) and documentation – was witheld.

I suspect that it might have been at about this time that Alun Davies et al forged the documentation that I detailed in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’. Gwynedd Health Authority knew that if I began legal action against them at some point, documentation could be extracted by a High Court order – as indeed it was many years later – and all would be revealed. So a load of paperwork was compiled to make it look as though legal procedures had been followed in 1988-89 when Professor Robert Owen (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) at the Welsh Office conspired with Professor Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry to conceal the wrongdoing of Dr Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services and Dafydd (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

 

By the spring of 1991 the authorities were having great trouble convincing everyone that something terrible was not happening in north Wales. Former residents of children’s homes were being found dead at an alarming frequency and some members of staff of the children’s homes had been convicted of violent and/or sexual assaults on children. There had been many more allegations of abuse which had been dismissed as untrue. From spring 1991 matters snowballed.

In May-June 1991, the by now sacked Gwynedd social worker Alison Taylor took her allegations that children in care were being abused to Wrexham Councillor Dennis Parry. On 10th June 1991 Wrexham Labour Councillors Dennis Parry and Malcolm King held a crisis meeting with John Jevons, the Director of Social Services for Clwyd County Council. On 17th July 1991 a letter was sent to the Chief Constable of North Wales stating that there were allegations circulating that a paedophile ring was in operation in the children’s homes of north Wales. On 30th July 1991 yet another member of staff of the children’s homes in north Wales was convicted of rape and indecent assault.

On 2nd August 1991 the North Wales Police launched an investigation into Clwyd children’s homes. In Sept Wrexham Councillor Dennis Parry contacted ‘The Independent’ newspaper, alleging a North Wales Police ‘cover up’. On 19 Sept 1991 Dennis Parry met journalist Dean Nelson at a London hotel and on 26 Sept 1991 HTV screened a film outlining complaints about Nefyn Dodd, the manager of the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor. On 12 Oct Dean Nelson met Alison Taylor at her home in Bangor and on 7 Nov 1991 ‘The Independent’ newspaper formally commissioned Dean to report on the North Wales allegations.

On 14 Nov 1991 police warned Alison Taylor about ‘contacting witnesses’. On 30 Nov Frank Beck, the Leicester social worker and associate of Greville Janner, received three life sentences for the abuse of children in his care. There were links between the Leicester gang and the gang in north Wales… On 1 Dec 1991 the ‘The Independent on Sunday’ published an article about child abuse in North Wales. North Wales Police merged the Clwyd and Gwynedd child abuse inquiries on 2 Dec 1991 and on 6 Dec two former kids in care in north Wales launched a joint compensation claim against Clwyd County Council.

 

So who in high office presided over this carnage? The Secretary of State for Wales during this time was none other than this blog’s friend David Hunt who had already loyally served the paedophiles’ friends for years (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

The Secretary of State for Health was William Waldegrave and the Secretary of State for Social Security was Tony Newton. Alison Taylor had previously written to Newton on 28 Feb 1988 and described a brutal assault that she had witnessed on a child in care.

 

The havoc and concerns in north Wales continued throughout 1992. Two former residents of north Wales children’s homes Heath Kelvin Jones and Barry Williams were found dead in their bedsits/flats. In Jan and Feb Dean Nelson continued seeking evidence regarding the paedophile gang in north Wales.

On 15 March 1992 police arrested sixteen men and one woman in dawn raids in and around Wrexham. All but one of these had once worked at Bryn Estyn. ‘No child pornography’ was found and there was ‘no evidence’ of any paedophile ring. By the end of that day the police had no alternative but to release twelve of the sixteen without bringing any charges. Of the four that remained – Stephen Norris, Peter Howarth, Paul Wilson and David Birch – only Norris made any admissions.

On 9 April 1992 John Major won the General Election. Just days later, Adrian Johns died along with Mabel Roberts, Paul ‘Tony’ Jones, Tim Sharpe and Andrew Manners when a firebomb was thrown into a building where a party was taking place in Brighton. Two people – AIDS counsellor Mabel Roberts and Andrew Manners – died from multiple injuries trying to jump to safety. Seven people managed to escape by clambering down a drainpipe at the back of the building. One, Tim Sharpe, fell to his death after losing his grip. Several people were impaled on the spiked railings as they jumped to safety from the upstairs windows. Adrian Johns, 32, and another man, Paul ‘Tony’ Jones, 33, remained trapped in the flat and died of smoke inhalation. Their bodies were so badly charred that they had to be identified by dental records. A number of those caught in the fire had been in care in north Wales. Days later the man who allegedly confessed to starting the fire was found dead. One survivor claimed that witnesses to the abuse of children in north Wales were being murdered. This man was later found dead after giving evidence at one of the trials of John Allen. For full details of the fire and its aftermath, see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’.

On 13 Sept 1992 a story about the abuse of kids in care in north Wales was published by ‘The Observer’. On 17 Sept Mark Humphreys and Steven Messham appeared on TV and accused Gordon Anglesea of abusing them whilst they had been in care in north Wales. Carl Holden watched them at home on television and then telephoned the BBC. During Oct-Nov 1992 Carl Holden was visited by BBC journos and on 30 Nov the BBC filmed Carl Holden accusing Gordon Anglesea of abuse.

Anglesea subsequently sued HTV, ‘Private Eye’, ‘The Observer’ and the Indie on Sunday for libel and in 1994 was awarded nearly £400k damages (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). Shortly after giving evidence at the trial, Mark Humphreys was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in which he lived in Wrexham. In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of children in care in north Wales.

 

So I was interested to discover from my medical files that on 12 Nov 1992 Alun Davies wrote to Rob Evans, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services, demanding that an approved social worker should be allocated for the specific purpose of being on hand to ‘assess’ me, because they never knew when I might require sectioning under the Mental Health Act. Who did Davies ask to perform this service? A Terence James, as recommended by Tony Francis.

Terence James was one of Dafydd’s mates. Whilst I was in the North Wales Hospital being unlawfully imprisoned and threatened, Dafydd called upon the services of Terence James to section me – after I had been unlawfully arrested and held for three weeks. So why did Dafydd need to do this? Because the next day I was due to appear at Bangor Magistrates Court on a charge of assaulting a junior doctor. I was pleading not guilty because I hadn’t assaulted him – unbeknown to me, the doctor himself had admitted this and the charges were going to be formally withdrawn but no-one told me that. Dafydd and the paedophiles’ knew though and thus sectioned me the day before I was due to appear in court. So I was taken in the clutches of Angels across to Bangor Magistrates Court, told when I arrived that the charges had been dropped – and was taken straight back to the North Wales Hospital because Terence James had sectioned me the night before. James had sectioned me on the grounds that I was suicidal – he agreed with the charge nurse Mike Williams that the atmosphere on Bryn Golau Ward was ‘difficult and oppressive’ and that was why I had become suicidal. So there was only one answer – I had to stay in the ‘oppressive’ atmosphere which had made me suicidal….Just to emphasise how important it was for me to stay banged up, Dafydd contributed his ha’porth – I was ‘excitable and potentially dangerous’. Which is hardly consistent with being depressed and suicidal, but when did coherent thought ever have a role to play with this lot? For details of the conflicting evidence, the lies and the fuckwittery, see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE ‘.

When I was in Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital, because the paedophiles’ friends were indulging in their usual practice of refusing to identify themselves, every time that I found out who one of them actually was, I made a note of it. I had a list of the guilty parties on a sheet of paper on my pillow. One day it disappeared. Just like that. However, I’ve found it! It turned up in my medical files! So a helpful Angel must have swiped that when they realised that I was identifying the culprits. One of the names on my list was ‘Terence James, social worker’.

I had no idea in Nov 1992 that Davies and Francis were trying to persuade one of the paedophiles’ friends to be on stand by until they gave him the signal to bang me up again. However I note from my records that Terence James was ‘unwilling to make himself available’. I wonder if Terence was a bit shaken by the police investigations and newspaper exposes regarding matters in north Wales?

Terence would have good reason to be. I have discovered that Terence was a member of the Aberconwy social work team. The Aberconwy team were rather heavily implicated in the abuse of children. From 1987, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services – whilst the paedophile gang carried out business unhindered – responsible for the Children’s Section was Rob Evans, who had been the Area Officer for Aberconwy since November 1984. Rob Evans had graduated in Social Sciences from Leicester University and obtained his CQSW in 1976. Whilst Evans was in Leicester, the paedophile gang involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner were busy and were being concealed by a number of people in Leicester University (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1992 Rob Evans was appointed Assistant Director (Mental Health) in Gwynedd.

No wonder Terence didn’t introduce himself when he imprisoned me in Bryn Golau Ward – and no wonder my piece of paper with Terence’s name on disappeared.

‘We didn’t know.’

‘There was no evidence of any criminal conspiracy.’

Some witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry were not considered credible because they consistently misidentified staff whom they claimed had assaulted them.

It was all a pack of lies to claim compensation!!!!

 

In April 1992 Virginia Bottomley took over as Secretary of State for Health and Peter Lilley took over as Secretary of State for Social Security. Anyone remember Peter Lilley’s ‘little list’ of all the social security scroungers whom he wanted to eliminate? You bloody idiot Lilley, just look at what was happening to the ‘scroungers’ at the hands of a bunch of white collar serious criminals.

 

Now here’s the name of someone else who has info for the police – Bethan Jones, who was working as Dafydd’s secretary in March 1993. Dafydd’s secretaries didn’t hang around for long because he used to do things like ask them to dress up and come to work wearing ‘a brief mini skirt and smokey grey stockings because that’s my favourite’.

#ME TOO!!

Except in wasn’t a case of #Me Too, these snivelling invertebrates freely admitted to each other that they were leaving because they couldn’t bear Dafydd propositioning them – and worse – but on every occasion that a patient described similarly offensive conduct from Dafydd, the same invertebrates were happy to do as they were told and complain about these dangerous patients making ‘wild allegations’ about Dr DA Jones and oooh they were ever so frightened and they thought that the deranged patient in question was probably going to ‘attack’ them. If any patient ever attacked a member of staff it will have been in self-defence.

Another man who might have been up to no good with the patients at the North Wales Hospital was Frank Riley. He was some sort of occupational therapist. I didn’t have the pleasure of the Frank Riley Experience myself, but I did hear about him. From female patients. I was told by a male Angel that Frank Riley was ‘a sex symbol for the over 60s’ in Denbigh. Frank could have been innocent – Dr David Healy used to have a following when he was younger and I don’t think that he was indulging in Dafydd-like pursuits – but in my experience, much of the ‘harassment’ that staff in north Wales were alleged to be receiving from patients was actually sparked off by the conduct of the staff themselves.  If Frank Riley wasn’t sexually exploiting patients himself he knew people who were.

 

Previous posts have mentioned Bob Ingham, a thug of a CPN employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. In 1988 Slob Ingham dragged me along a corridor and injured me. Whilst telling me that he was Keith Fearns. I only found out that Slob had misidentified himself after I tried to make a complaint about him assaulting me. I told Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, that Keith Fearns had just assaulted me and Jeff told me that I was lying because ‘Keith Fearns isn’t in work today’. I later found out that my assailant had been Slob.

My medical records reveal exactly why Keith Fearns wasn’t in work that day – he was on strike. Along with the rest of the social workers in Gwynedd. Whilst it is tempting to observe that for once the patients would have been safe if the paedophiles and their friends were on strike, they weren’t because Slob assaulted them instead.

The notes that Slob made on that day refer to a Mrs Nancy Jones and a Mrs Crowley being the only other people in the building. Perhaps Mrs Nancy Jones and Mrs Crowley would like to make a statement re Slob assaulting me, they could hardly have missed it. I don’t know Mrs Crowley, but I do remember Nancy. Nancy was an utter incompetent who for a long while worked as Tony Francis’s receptionist in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Nancy was rude to patients and she kept screwing up the appointments – so people wouldn’t receive their appointment through the post until after the salient date had come and gone. Francis knew that Nancy was doing this because so many people complained about her. So he did what he seemed to have done a great deal of – he was charm itself to the patients and their relatives, told them that it would never happen again and then fumed and planned revenge. The first bit of ‘evidence’ that Francis sent to the MDU solicitors Hempsons regarding my irrationality and dangerousness was a complaint that I had made about Nancy – after the fouth time that I received a little yellow card through the post telling me that my appointment had been the day before the card arrived.

Being dragged along a corridor was not my only encounter with Slob Ingham. Following that incident, I was partaking of my usual habit ie. reading the newspapers in the supermarket – namely Safeways in Bangor – when I felt a drunken thuggish presence next to me. Then the presence elbowed me and I realised that it was Slob. I asked him what he thought that he was doing and Slob insulted me and walked off. So unsurprisingly I followed him. Slob then told me that he would be calling the police to report me for ‘harassment’. It got better. Slob then supplied a statement to the police explaining that he knew that I was in Safeways (how?? ESP???) and he also knew that his colleague Jackie Brandt was shopping in Safeways at the same time. So in order to stop me ‘attacking Mrs Brandt’, he ‘distracted me’. How I was supposed to have even known that Brandt was shopping in Safeways let alone be getting ready to attack her whilst I was reading ‘The Guardian’ I cannot fathom. Furthermore, if danger was really imminent the most sensible course would have been for Brandt to do her shopping somewhere else. This incident was faithfully logged as yet another occasion on which a paedophiles’ friend narrowly escaped with their lives after a chance encounter with me.

Brandt appeared in court on several occasions and perjured herself in an attempt to secure convictions against me, on one occasion with Slob, Keith Fearns and their partner in crime Maggie Fookes, on another with Keith Fearns and in 1993 by herself (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). On one occasion Brandt started crying after my solicitor demonstrated that I had not – as she alleged – screamed and yelled at her, indeed I hadn’t even spoken to her. I was fined £60 quid for looking at her. Yes, honestly – Gwynfor Evans, the Chairman of Bangor Magistrates Bench, claimed that by looking at Brandt I had caused her to feel fear and distress as defined under the Public Order Act. Gwynfor was a retired bank manager from Holyhead. God knows what sort of decisions Gwynfor was making when he managed the bank. He also deported an overseas student at Bangor University who nicked a credit card from another student. Gwynfor was quoted in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ as saying ‘this is what we call organised crime and we will not tolerate that in Bangor’. I showed the article to Brown’s brother and he pissed himself laughing and said ‘organised crime, that’s the Mafia isn’t it?’

Well Gwynfor, I’ve got news for you – there was organised crime in Bangor, Dafydd and his mistress Lucille Hughes were running a paedophile ring with interests in drug dealing and child porn. But Gwynfor almost certainly knew that at the time, which was why he was fining the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles £60 for looking at them in Safeways. I don’t know whether Gwynfor simply just worked in Holyhead or whether he lived there as well, but the children in the children’s home in Holyhead were being abused.

In May 1993 John Redwood took over as Secretary of State for Wales.

In the summer of 1993 an exceptional cousin of mine who had a place to do a PhD with Stephen Hawking found that his career was unexpectedly derailed (see comments following my post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies – of moments of madness and looking for badgers fame (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) – was appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Wales.

 

Just weeks after I was find £60 for looking at Jackie Brandt, I had yet another encounter with Slob Ingham. I was standing in a corridor at Ysbyty Gwynedd chatting to an Angel, when Slob advanced towards us and stood right next to me glowering at me. He didn’t move until I finished the conversation and I had walked away. I – and other patients – had by then had such a bellyful of the constant aggro from Slob and the gang that we agreed that if we could be fined for looking at them whilst they continued to conduct themselves like this, it left us in a very vulnerable position. So I made representation about Slob and two other patients backed me up, having witnessed his intimidation.

My medical records contain a fascinating account of what happened behind the scenes after we complained about Slob. On 30 Nov 1993 Alun Davies wrote a letter about it all. Davies’s letter explained that ‘a member of staff, Mrs Penny Phillips’ witnessed everything and that Penny barely noticed Slob’s presence let alone any silent intimidation.

Penny Phillips was married to another Hergest Unit nurse, Gareth. Gareth Phillips developed back problems a few years later and was unable to continue working as an Angel. I was told by a former member of staff that the North West Wales NHS Trust had ‘looked after Gareth’. This looking after of Gareth consisted of the Trust giving Gareth a job as the RCN rep and in this capacity Gareth obediently gave interviews to the local papers explaining how many psychiatric patients were carrying out violent attacks on Angels after every allegation that there was abuse of patients happening in the Hergest Unit. I never saw Gareth or Penny abuse patients themselves but they certainly knew that some of their colleagues were doing so.

But then Gareth and Penny had an idyllic existence on their smallholding on Ynys Mon with their horses and horses don’t come cheap. What would have happened if the Phillips’s had to live in poverty like the patients?

Alun Davies had certainly prepared for all eventualities after he received representation about Slob. Before he even asked the tame Angel Penny for her opinion, Davies had written to Tony Francis – for his opinion on my ‘mental state’ no less, immediately after Davies received my complaint about Slob. I could see the logic in such a course of action if, for example, an acutely ill patient had complained that there was a spaceship parked in the hospital grounds and he wanted someone to remove it. Even so, the opinion about someone’s ‘mental state’ should be sought with the complainant’s knowledge and consent and in tandem with – or following – an appropriate investigation.

Well if Davies was hoping that Francis was simply going to declare me insane and he could therefore ignore my complaint as the rantings of a lunatic, he was to be disappointed. Francis – for a man, who without my knowledge spent much time and energy sending letters to the BMA, Hempsons and the MDU demanding that I be prosecuted and locked up on the grounds of the enormous imminent danger that I presented to the world – had an interesting response.

On 25 Nov 1993 Francis replied to Davies, but Francis refused to comment on my ‘mental state’. Because it would have been thoroughly unethical? Er, no. Because Francis noted that a member of staff had witnessed the incident – so Francis knew that Penny was on hand to lie – and that it was important ‘therapeutically’ for people to view this situation sensitively and ‘through [my] eyes’.

I suspect that the reason why Francis had not done the usual – put on his jackboots and told Davies that I should be ignored because I was nuts – was because they had already been stung after using this approach. After I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist’s lechery at the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University), the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood had tried the ‘you’re mad and we’re right’ approach and it backfired. Brown was livid and wrote to them as well, we gained evidence of complaints by other students against Gwynne the lobotomist, we contacted the Students Union so they all began crapping themselves up there (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’) and eventually we wrote to the Vice-Chancellor.

So obviously a different approach had to be adopted – particularly, as with the students at Bangor University a few years before, there was no shortage of people ready to testify as to Slob’s previous.

 

The police investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales ended in 1993. The North Wales Police claimed to have found ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring, just a ‘few evil men’. Which is odd because I found absolutely scores of evil men and as many evil women as well, so obviously the North Wales Police weren’t looking in the right places. They obviously were just searching behind the cushions instead of in the NHS, the BMA, the GMC, the MDU, Hempsons, the social services, MIND, the Samaritans, the County Councils, the Houses of Parliament, the Magistrates Courts, the Crown Courts, the High Courts and their own police stations. Easy to miss I suppose.

 

My records show that on 20 Jan 1994, Alun Davies sent a memo to Rob Evans, Slob, Ella Fisk (the nurse who ran the very popular day centre), Jeff Crowther (a nurse manager), Keith Fearns (the thug who was leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team), Jackie Brandt and Bruce Napier (a clinical psychologist who had a much nicer manner with the patients than did most of his colleagues and who for a while had a management role at the Hergest Unit). The memo purports to have been sent by Alun Davies but it is signed D. Parsons. The memo states that there is a ‘need to discuss the issues’ raised in Jackie Brandt’s letter to Bruce Napier of 23 Dec 1993 and Brandt’s solicitor’s letter to me.

There is no copy of any letter from Brandt to Bruce Napier in my files, but Brandt did send me a solicitor’s letter at about this time. I had been in Bangor on a Saturday morning and had walked past her and her husband in Bangor High Street, near the clock which is in the main thoroughfare through Bangor town centre. About 30 mins later I passed them again in the shopping centre. Brandt’s solicitor accused me of following her – although it was Brandt’s husband who breached the peace by shaking his fist at me and shouting. Bangor is a small town and if one is in town at the same time as someone else, it is highly likely that you’ll see that person – particularly near the clock where you have to pass to get from one end of the town to the other or in the shopping centre. There is only one shopping centre and it doesn’t have that many shops in it.  It would be possible to miss someone if one of you was visiting the cathedral because that’s at the other end of town, but go to Bangor on a Saturday morning in a car or on the bus to do some shopping and you’ll all end up in pretty much the same place. As my solicitor explained to Brandt when she threw a hissy fit and her husband shook his fist at me.

As for Brandt’s letter to Bruce Napier, I never saw it, but I was told that Brandt hit the roof because I walked past her in a corridor in the Hergest Unit. Brandt explained to Bruce that she had been with ‘a reluctant paranoid client’ – yes, that was Jackie Brandt being nice about a client – and just the sight of me could have had a deleterious effect on this ‘reluctant paranoid client’. As opposed to her mate Slob dragging them down a corridor or Brandt illegally detaining them in Ysbyty Gwynedd where Dafydd then shuts himself in a room with them and talks about sex with no prompting. After seeing me in the corridor, Jackie Brandt declared that she would no longer be prepared to attend Ysbyty Gwynedd lest she see me there again.

Brandt clearly pushed the boat out on this occasion. Not only had she sent me a solicitor’s letter and banged on to Bruce Napier about a reluctant paranoid client, but Brandt had also made contact with Gwynedd County Council’s legal dept – the legal dept that employed the crooked lawyer Ron Evans, who’s assistance not only kept a lot of people out of prison after the Jillings Report caused everything to hit the fan and was then followed by the Waterhouse Inquiry, but who was also involved in the rigged court case in Chester in July 1990 when Lucille, Fearns, Brandt, Slob and Maggie Fookes tried to have me imprisoned by perjury par excellence (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

 

Brandt ‘advised’ Ron Evans and Gwynedd’s legal dept that Slob was ‘subject to a spurious complaint’ from me and referred to my ‘abusive behaviour’  which, according to Brandt, was interfering with Slob’s ‘clinical work’ no less.

The correspondence regarding the terrible threat that I presented to Jackie and Slob and the need to have a meeting to discuss it – on Jan 24 1994 – was CC’d to Mrs J. Hughes, legal dept and to Rob Evans, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services.

I presume that Mrs J Hughes was Janet Hughes, of Gwynedd County Council’s legal dept. Although Gwynedd County Council was a separate body from the various incarnations that the NHS in north Wales passed through, they were always happy to put their heads together in their efforts to shaft patients. Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer employed by the Welsh Office – who’s lawyers the NHS used – wrote to Gwynedd County Council and asked them to ‘share information’ with him because he thought that the injunction which Gwynedd County Council obtained against me was ‘more favourable in its terms’ than the injunction that Gwynedd Health Authority obtained.

It certainly was – the reason why I was a punchbag for Fearns and Brandt was that after my second letter of complaint to Gwynedd Social Services about Brandt unlawfully detaining me, Lucille Hughes asked Ron Evans to obtain an injunction against me preventing me from writing to anyone in Gwynedd Social Services or visiting any of their properties. Park wanted to know how they obtained such a wonderful and far reaching injunction. Easy. Brandt and Fearns lied their arses off on oath and Ron Evans took the request before a judge in Leeds, a paedophiles’ friend called Sir John Kay (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). So Brandt and Fearns did whatever they wanted and I could not even make written representation, unless I splashed out for a lawyer and paid them to write to Gwynedd Social Services on my behalf.

Ron Evans seems to have been on tap quite regularly. Ron had a trademark signature, a distinctive R which was underlined – it appears on a number of NHS documents concerning me to which Ron should had not have had access. Ron was also on hand to advise when Alun Davies and Tony Francis tried to entrap me over the phone – Ron was advising them on which recording equipment to invest in.

It was Ron’s wife who told me that Ron kept the paedophile gang out of prison – I worked with her at Bangor University. She had no idea that he had tried to have me imprisoned and it was a while before I realised that her husband was the Ron who had caused me such problems.  She told me that Ron was the best and they all used to go to him for advice. Well he was not as daft as the rest of them, I’ll give him that. I’ve got documents that were forged by Ron and they are far superior to Alun Davies’s efforts at forgery (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Ron remembered to sign them, he was careful to get the date right when he pre or post dated them AND he forged the Gwynedd Health Authority stamp with the appropriate date on. So how do I know that Ron forged them? Because unlike Ron, the silly fuckers who were finally forced to hand my records over to my lawyer in 2005 or see Keith Thomson – the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust – go to prison for contempt of court, handed the whole lot over without sifting through them when my lawyer sent the bailiffs in to search all the Trust buildings and seize everything relating to me. So all the documents that Ron would have had the brains to remove were handed over as well – the original copies, the plans and the instructions to people to lie in court.

I’ve got the lot Ron!

 

Following Penny Phillips’ bearing false witness and Alun Davies writing to me telling me that Slob Ingham had not tried to hassle me in any way whatever, I and another patient decided to take this further in the light of the number of patients who had told us about the naked abuse and aggression that they had experienced from Slob. One family told us how on a ‘home visit’ Slob threatened to hit a member of the family, his ‘client’. The family were so frightened of Slob that they were locking themselves in their house. We had all had years of getting absolutely nowhere with the mental health services no matter what had happened to us, so I suggested that we should go outside of the mental health services, above their heads. I discovered that there was a Director of Nursing for the Gwynedd Community Health Trust, a Nerys Owen, who was probably not a psychiatric nurse and I wrote to her.

Nerys wrote back and met both I and another patient. She actually seemed to take the matter very seriously and we noticed that none of the Hergest Unit staff tried their usual fuckwittery in front of Nerys. They were incredibly polite to her, even Slob Ingham kept a civil tongue in his head which I had never seen before or saw since. We had a private meeting with Nerys and told her just how serious some of the allegations against Slob were. She gave us a supply of her business cards and virtually begged the other people who had been threatened and hassled by Slob to get in touch with her. (They wouldn’t – they simply pointed out to us that he knew where they lived, he knew confidential information about them and that he or Fearns and/or another member of the gang could turn up at any point and section them and that would be it. Which is a fair point – someone said to me two years ago ‘you complained about them and look what happened to you’.)

Although our meeting with Nerys left both I and the other patient with the firm impression that Nerys really was doing her best, the truce was short-lived, as I shall explain.

When I obtained my records, I found a copy of the letter that Nerys wrote to Slob after I and the other patient contacted her. On 16 Feb 1994 Nerys wrote to Slob ordering him to a meeting with her on 21 Feb 1994, ‘to discuss in detail comments and complaints that [my name] has made in relation to your behaviour…the areas to discuss with you will be limited to your attitude and behaviour in a professional capacity…my intention is to address issues raised by [my name] and then to move forward endeavouring to create an atmosphere of understanding rather than confrontation which the current situation appears to be’. The letter was CC’d to Alun Davies.

My perception is that Nerys’s letter was excellent. Slob was rude, aggressive and threatening and this was well-known. His attitude towards patients was dreadful and he was also very unpleasant and confrontational with a lot of other staff. Slob, Fearns and the alcoholic alcohol counsellor Tom Harney –  who was another totally abusive member of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – could be seen every day in Safeways in Bangor between 9-30 am and 11-30 am enjoying a cooked breakfast in the cafe. They were supposed to be in their office on duty and incredulous patients who had been told that the Arfon Team were ‘too busy’ to fulfil various simple basic functions would watch this every morning. Then other people would see Slob enjoying a round of golf on the golf course in Bangor on many a weekday afternoon.

The Hergest patients gained the impression that Slob backed off after Nerys intervened. Then came the backlash. Slob did back off, but the other paedophiles’ friends advanced fully armed.

Meanwhile, on 12 May 1994 Labour leader John Smith died unexpectedly after the Top Doctors at Barts just could not revive him after a heart attack. When Smith had his first heart attack, he was absolutely reassured by Top Doctors that the problem was not his heart. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ for details of how the Top Doctors just didn’t seem to get it right with John Smith.

Tony Francis was most interested when he heard me telling everyone at Hergest that I’d just heard on the radio that John Smith had died.

 

Dafydd led the post-Slob charge. He was making constant representations about my very presence in the day centre – where I used to go to meet my friends and for appointments with my key worker, who was by then the Hergest whistleblower and was always very, very helpful. Dafydd made constant demands that I should be legally prevented from going to the Hergest Unit. He put in a complaint literally every time he saw me. Even on the occasion when Dafydd walked through the front door and was traumatised because he saw me sitting on a chair talking to an Angel. Not even Penny Phillips’ witness testimony managed to cause any problems on that occasion.

At about this time the Mental Health Act Commission paid a visit to the Hergest Unit. I and another patient made an appointment to see them. We told them of the suicides, the constant aggression from certain members of staff, the fact that complaints were never investigated – and we also told them about Dafydd’s conduct towards female patients. One of the Commissioners laughed. We asked him what he was laughing at and he told us that he was laughing in despair because he’d heard this so many times.  Jeff Crowther, the nursing manager, sat in on the meeting. He told us later that the second Commissioner, an older lady, had spoken to him after our meeting and had commented that she had been involved in inspections of North Wales Hospital in the 1960s ‘and it was exactly the same story then’.

To remind readers of just a bit of Dafydd’s previous in relation to patients: in 1987 a worker for MIND had collected statements from five female patients all independently stating that they had had a sexual relationship with Dafydd. He cohabited with a number of female patients, at one time with two at once. Dafydd’s conduct towards women, including patients, was the subject of jokes among the staff and many years later I was told by a former social worker who had given up with Gwynedd and walked away that it was an ‘open secret’ that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. In 1991 Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital documented that Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘lost their boundaries’ after Dafydd told Jacobson that I was ‘attractive and seductive’ (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Jacobson did not tell me that Dafydd had made these comments. In the mid 1990s Alun Davies received a series of anonymous letters about Dafydd and after what was said to me (Davies thought that I was behind the letters) I suspect that Dafydd’s sexual relationships with patients were the topic.

Any comment or a complaint from patients about such matters resulted in it being diligently recorded but not as a complaint. My post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ mentions how even documenting the numerous complaints about Dafydd’s sexual misconduct was said to be ‘publishing libellous material’. Instead comments from patients were recorded and used to demonstrate how mad the patients were.

One the first occasion on which I mentioned Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients Tony Francis was so livid that he documented that I was a ‘very disturbed individual’ and whoever had given me information about Dafydd’s ‘private life’ should be hunted down and sacked. After I raised the subject of Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients with two different members of admin staff at the North Wales Hospital, they passed on my comments ‘behind the scenes’ and Andrew Park made a written note that I was making a nuisance of myself again and that I had to be stopped. My files reveal that on 23 July 1990 Lilian Roberts, a temporary secretary to Dafydd, wrote to Alun Davies after I mentioned Dafydd’s conduct with female patients; that on 23 July 1990 an A. Howells, another secretary or administrator, took a phone call from me about the matter and that on 29 July 1990 a Dr Fear, ‘registrar, psychiatry’, made a note that I had mentioned it to him as well.

What did not happen at any time was any sort of investigation. Finally in about 1995 after I dared raise the subject of Dafydd again, Alun Davies bellowed at me that I should ‘put up and shut up’.

 

The situation was so widely known that it was the subject of piss-taking among patients. One person quipped that when the first female patient tried to report Dafydd they probably refused to document the complaint because she didn’t know the Welsh for ‘rape’. It wouldn’t actually surprise me if someone really had used that excuse.

English immigrants to north Wales who have learnt Welsh will be very familiar with the conversational Welsh course which is taught absolutely everywhere, WLPAN. WLPAN comes highly recommended and is good fun, but you don’t always get the vocabulary that you need to deal with Dafydd. So here’s a quick guide to learning Welsh the Dafydd way. Vocabulary which could be needed includes –

paedophile – pedoffilydd

rape – trais rhywiol

hooker – putain (plural = puteindra)

brothel – putaindy

testicles – carreg gwr (this is a nice one, it translates as ‘men’s stones’)

People who live in Caernarfon will be familiar with ‘Wenglish’, the slang Welsh which contains many English words which many younger people speak. Hence the reference to the need to ‘kick him in the carregs’ as explained to me by one of the bar staff in Wetherspoons one day.

Should pigs ever fly and Dafydd ends up under investigation but tries the Max Clifford excuse as to why he cannot possibly be a sexual predator, the Welsh for ‘small penis’ is ‘pidyn bach’. Just so that everyone understands Dafydd’s excuse of last resort.

Sadly there is a catch for anyone who even learns the appropriate vocab in an attempt to make a complaint about Dafydd. Welsh grammar is complex and difficult (but not as complex and difficult as English grammar) and no doubt if someone arrives at the office of Andrew Park/Alun Davies/Ian Rickard or indeed anyone else and makes their complaint in Welsh, they’ll be told that they haven’t mutated properly and dear oh dear we cannot possibly take down this complaint.

 

I did not hear any more from the Mental Health Act Commissioners, so I presumed that once more complaints about the most serious misconduct had been ignored.

 

On 9 June 1994 the head of Bryn Estyn, Matt Arnold, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June the trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s colleague and long time friend – and Paul Wilson on sexual abuse charges began. Howarth was found guilty at Chester Crown Court on 8 July 1994 and was sentenced to 10 years imprisonment. Paul Wilson was acquitted of all charges, although on 28 Nov 1994 Wilson pleaded guilty to three counts of physical assault.

My files show that on 13 June 1994, Ian Rickard replied to a letter from Dafydd re Dafydd’s ‘extreme concern’ regarding the safety of him (Dafydd), his colleagues and patients ‘in relation to the above woman’ (ie. me). This letter was rather different in tone to the letter from Francis a few months earlier, regarding the need to see things through my eyes and show sensitivity to patients’ anxieties. Rickard finished the letter by offering to discuss me with Dafydd any time at Dafydd’s convenience…

On 4 July 1994 Ian Rickard wrote to Francis regarding me bothering Dafydd and the possibility of banning me from the hospital, although here were no examples given of whatever I was supposed to be doing that was causing such distress. Rickard also asks Francis if I should be assessed by a forensic psychiatrist. At this time Rickard’s job description was that of a ‘mental health advisor’ for Gwynedd Community Health Trust.

 

My files contain a copy of a letter from Mrs Joyce Kaye of the Mental Health Act Commission (Maid Marian House, Nottingham) written to Alun Davies on 7 July 1994, reminding Davies that on a visit to Ysbyty Gwynedd the Commissioners had spoken to him about me and asking Davies for an update re his investigation of my concerns.

On 4 Aug 1994, Joyce Kaye from the MHAC wrote to Alun Davies again. This letter was from Joyce on behalf of the Chief Exec of the MHAC and mentioned that it was further to her letters of 7 July 1994 and 12 July 1994 wanting an update on Davies’s investigation of my concerns.

 

In the wider world, on 21 July 1994 Tony Blair became leader of the Opposition. The Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who is married to a lawyer who was mates with and indeed mentor to so many of those ‘radical lawyers’ who ignored the plight of kids in care and psych patients who were being so seriously abused. Tony and Cherie know many lawyers who are personal injury specialists – who undoubtedly know folk who have worked for the MDU and/or Hempsons.

 

On 26 Aug 1994 Alun Davies wrote a memo which was circulated to Rob Evans, Tony Francis, Keith Fearns, Ella Fisk and Jackie Brandt confirming a meeting on the same day to discuss my ‘present needs’ and to formulate a response to the Mental Health Act Commission.

The one really helpful person – my keyworker, the Hergest whistleblower – was not invited to the meeting to discuss my ‘needs’. Yet Fearns and Brandt – who had made it crystal clear that they hated me and had even lied on oath a few times in their attempts to have me imprisoned – had been invited to discuss my ‘needs’.  Fearns and Brandt had no part in my ‘care’ – although they were invited to nearly every meeting and CC’d into confidential letters about me.

On 1 Sept 1994 Alun Davies wrote to Joyce Kaye, giving details of my ‘care’ – presumably on a separate sheet, because I do not have those details. Alun Davies also told Mrs Kaye that Rob Evans – the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services – would meet with me.

Rob Evans had graduated in Social Sciences from Leicester University and obtained his CQSW in 1976. Whilst Evans was in Leicester, the paedophile gang involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner was concealed by a number of people at Leicester University (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1992 Rob Evans was appointed Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services (Mental Health).

I was told that my meeting with Rob Evans was to discuss the constant aggro between Brandt, Fearns and me. However Rob didn’t discuss that. Instead Rob gave me a tutorial on ‘changing social work practice’. He explained that what was once acceptable is not any more. As an example, Rob Evans explained that when he used to take children into care, he would take their shoes away because if he didn’t they would run off. (People who had been in care in north Wales explained when they were adults that they had tried to run away from the beatings and the buggery but social workers took their shoes away so they couldn’t escape.) Rob told me that he knew some people in north Wales hated him but he didn’t care because he knew that he had done the right thing by taking their kids into care because they didn’t know how to look after them. I spent a long while wondering whether Rob Evans was just stupid, but I have come to the conclusion that he is pure bloody evil.

I last saw Rob Evans just before I left Bangor, in Tesco no less. When he saw me he told me that if ‘arrassed him he’d call the police.

Rob Evans made a record of his meeting with me and what happened afterwards. After meeting me, Evans held a meeting with Keith Fearns and asked Fearns what he wanted him (Evans) to do with me. Fearns replied ‘lock her up’. Evans documented that he told Fearns that wasn’t possible. Fearns repeated ‘lock her up’. Evans recorded that there was no solution to this situation and because he was being transferred to a new role the following day the matter would no longer be his responsibility.

When Rob Evans gave evidence to the Waterhouse Inquiry he explained that after running the children’s services in Gwynedd, he transferred to mental health. Rob told Waterhouse that the mental health services in north west Wales had been recognised as being among the best in Europe. But then Dafydd kept appearing in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ describing himself as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’.

For the details on Rob and his child molesting colleagues, see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’.

 

In the autumn of 1994 Dafydd was writing to the MDU making ludicrous allegations, such as that I had thrown a rock through the glass door of his house at 3 am one morning, for which he did not have a shred of evidence (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). When Dafydd described events that had actually taken place as opposed to those events he described which had simply never happened at all, it was the actions of people other than me that Dafydd detailed. But nonetheless, Dafydd knew that I was the wicked genius behind it all. It was certainly true that Dafydd was the subject of much piss-taking and the butt of many jokes, but I didn’t need to encourage anyone to do that, Dafydd himself was quite sufficient. One example of ‘criminal damage’ to Dafydd’s Range Rover with which the MDU was supplied occurred when a Hergest patient drew a cartoon and carefully tucked it under one of the windscreen wipers. The incident had arisen because a group of patients had watched Dafydd arrive at the hospital, park illegally, ignore the pleas of the parking attendant – who was actually one of the patients, a man called Emlyn (one of those who died shortly after the day centre was shut and scores of patients became destitute) – and had started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One woman said ‘well he says the most dreadful things to you, but I think he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Whereupon someone else said ‘what do you think he is, a Zen master??’ and drew a cartoon of a Buddha with Dafydd’s face under the slogan ‘prepare for Nirvana’ and placed it under Dafydd’s wiper. Not only did Dafydd attribute the incident to me – no I wasn’t responsible, but I did think that it was quite entertaining – but Dafydd maintained that his windscreen wiper had been wrenched back, buckled and needed repairing at the garage.

The MDU did not ask Dafydd to produce any evidence for any of his allegations. They presented them all in court as uncontested matters of fact.

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to John Mullen, the CEO of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, telling Mullen that he’d ordered the MDU to raise an injunction against me. Dafydd CC’d this letter to Keith Thomson. I don’t know what Thomson’s job title was at the time, but Keith Thomson eventually became the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust. Thomson refused to investigate serious complaints and also refused to co-operate with external NHS investigations. He declared me and a number of other people to be ‘vexatious complainants’ and on those grounds refused to answer our correspondence. On Keith Thomson’s watch, north west Wales had the second highest suicide rate among women of any area in England and Wales. It was Thomson who was summoned before the High Court in Cardiff in 2005 and ordered to hand over all documentation relating to me or face imprisonment for contempt of court. Hours later Thomson resigned. An article subsequently appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ entitled ‘Ten Years At The Top For Keith’ waxing lyrical about Thomson’s glorious career and how he was now retiring. Thomson was then awarded an OBE. He didn’t retire. Thomson went down to Pembrokeshire and became CEO of the NHS Trust there. Where there was havoc in the NHS and a paedophile ring in operation.

Rhodri Morgan was FM when Thomson was let loose on the NHS in west Wales. There was a paedophile gang in operation in west Wales which had links to the one in north Wales – Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who was in post whilst the paedophile gang in were busy on his turf, had previously been County Secretary of Dyfed County Council, whilst a paedophile gang were busy there (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Rhodri’s wife Julie is a former social worker who was Assistant Director of Barnardo’s. Some Barnardo’s staff were involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

 

More recently I heard that Barry Shingles had always expected to become CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, but Thomson knifed him and usurped. Shingles committed suicide.

 

On 3 Nov 1994 Dafydd obtained a High Court injunction against me on the basis of a truly extraordinary affidavit in which he discussed his anus of all things (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). The official who served the injunction on me had read it and was laughing, I was later told that the Bangor police heard about the contents and were having a good laugh and I took it into the Hergest Unit to show everyone. Tony Francis was attempting to section one patient on that day for unclear reasons and interestingly enough when this man recited the contents of the injunction and told the assessing ‘second opinions’ that it had been passed around the day centre to great amusement, all talk of sectioning him was quietly dropped. This man was yet another person who disappeared without trace after the day centre closed. He was a lecturer from Bangor University who had experienced a breakdown. Bright, well-read and someone who would have been in a position to witness just how outrageous and crazy Dafydd’s conduct was if there was ever any sort of inquiry into the abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales.

So is Dave Nunn now dead along with all the rest of the witnesses then Dafydd?

 

Someone who will be in a position to give the police information concerning the mistreatment of patients during this time is Sharon Thomas  who worked as Tony Francis’s secretary in 1994.

 

An injunction wasn’t enough for Dafydd. He also demanded that an alarm system be installed in the Hergest Unit – because of the danger that I represented to him. On 1 Nov 1994 Alun Davies wrote a letter to John Mullen regarding the alarm system as required by Dafydd. Alun Davies estimated the cost at 25k and told Mullen in his letter that he wanted to discuss the funding with Mullen.

Meanwhile, I had made representation about Dafydd’s injunction. Not about the fact that Dafydd had discussed his anus in the affidavit or the crazed allegations that another patient losing his temper with Dafydd and telling Dafydd that he was going to stick a hand-grenade up Dafydd’s bum was evidence that I was about to murder Dafydd using a rectal method. I had made representation because among the gossip, speculation and mad fantasy in Dafydd’s injunction, he had breached confidence. He had provided clinical details of a matter involving me many years previously which had no relevance to the injunction or to any of Dafydd’s claims re the danger that I presented to him. I remembered how many times people had told me that they wouldn’t complain about Dafydd ‘because he knows things about me and he’ll tell people’. I knew enough to know that Dafydd was not on sound ground including some of the comments that he had in his affidavit. So I wrote to the NHS authorities in north Wales making it clear that Dafydd had now done what he was constantly alleged to do in the face of challenge – he had breached confidence and this time in the High Court in Liverpool.

On 11 Nov 1994 John Mullen wrote to the Medical Director of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, Jeremy Corson, asking him to investigate my complaint re Dafydd and the breach of confidence.

On 16 Jan 1995 Ian Rickard, now styled as the ‘Head of Mental Health Services and Project Manager’, wrote to me concerning my complaint re Dafydd’s injunction. Rickard stated that ‘any personal information about you was likely only to have been read out in open court in Liverpool, I feel that this is sufficiently far enough away to offer you anonymity…I conclude therefore that in this case confidence has not been breached’.

However Ian Rickard didn’t actually send the letter to me.

On the same day –  16 Jan 1995 – Rickard also wrote to Tony Francis saying ‘perhaps you will be kind enough to show my letter to Dr DA Jones when you next see him. I am not sure of the appropriateness of sending him a copy.’ Rickard also stated that I ‘may become quite upset by the outcome of my deliberations’ and thus he had sent the letter to me to Ella – the nurse who ran the day centre – ‘to discuss with me’.

So Ian Rickard didn’t actually carry out an investigation – his response was a result of his ‘deliberations’. He had sought no advice at all, let alone legal advice and had just written back telling me that because Dafydd only breached confidence in OPEN COURT in Liverpool and I lived near Bethesda, that wasn’t really breaching confidence. Furthermore Ian Rickard knew that he shouldn’t have sent a copy of his letter to me to Jones – so he sent a copy of it to Tony Francis, so that Francis could give a copy to Jones. Rickard also knew that I was likely to be highly unsatisfied with his response – so he was sending the letter to Ella. Perhaps to stop me from picking up a phone and calling a lawyer?

Ian Rickard, soon after doing all this, was appointed Head of Mental Health for Gwynedd Community Health Trust. Is it surprising that the Hergest Unit was in crisis and the suicide rate in north west Wales was one of the highest in the UK?

 

Dafydd, Rickard and Francis had their arses fully covered. On 24 Jan 1995  Tony Francis wrote to Dr Chris Jones, consultant forensic psychiatrist for the North Wales Forensic Service, Unit 2, Clwydian House, Wrexham Technology Park, asking for a forensic opinion regarding the danger that I posed to Dafydd. Francis told Chris Jones that there are ‘extensive notes available about her…which I refer you to’. These were of course the notes that Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends had written about me. Detailing assaults on Top Doctors and Angels that I had not carried out, rocks that I had not thrown through Dafydd’s door, Top Doctors that I had not tried to stab or throttle and people whom I had not tried to kill. Except that Dafydd, Francis et al forgot to mention that although they had lovingly documented all of these crimes there was absolutely no evidence at all that the crimes had even been committed let alone that it was me who had committed them.  Francis CC’d his letter to Jeremy Corson and to Dr Madelin Osborn.

 

Madelin Osborn – her name is spelt thus on my documents, although it is probable that the correct spelling is different, this lot did not know how to spell the names of their own colleagues or their patients – is someone else who needs to make a police statement. Madelin Osborn was a Top Doctor at the Hergest Unit who joined the exodus as the publication of the Waterhouse Report drew near. Madelin Osborn was the doctor of the female patient who was unlawfully sectioned by Jackie Brandt and kept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for three days with no clothes or access to her relatives. When the young woman’s parents complained, they claimed to have been told ‘lie after lie after lie’. Then the young woman was evicted from her rented house after she locked the door to try to stop Brandt coming in – Brandt called the police who broke the door down and Brandt then sectioned the young woman. This young woman used to appear to make a good recovery on a number of occasions and would begin new jobs and undertake postgrad courses – whereupon Tony Francis would state that she was becoming ill, alter her medication and within a month she’d be sectioned again. Before this patient ended up in the Hergest Unit she’d been leading a rather yuppyish life in London working for Marco Pierre White when a number of things happened to her that she found very upsetting. She was ‘sent home’ (she came from Gwynedd) by a Top Doctor in London and ended up in Ysbyty Gwynedd after her encounter with Brandt. Her only wish was to recover and resume her life in London but she kept being told by mental health staff in north Wales that ‘people in London don’t want to see you again’. I wonder why that was? Then there was the occasion on which she was sectioned in Ysbyty Gwynedd and she swore blind that Tony Francis had tried to get into her room and had exposed himself to her. Well she was completely bonkers, how could anyone ever believe such a thing. Her complaint was not upheld.

Step forward Madelin Osborn, you are needed in north Wales – to tell the truth for once in your life.

 

I’m not sure what a forensic psychiatry service was doing on a technology park in Wrexham, such services are usually in hospitals. However the two children homes where very serious abuse of children was happening in north Wales – Bryn Alyn and Bryn Estyn – were located close to Wrexham and forensic psychiatrists were constantly being called upon to assess the kids. Whilst Chris Jones was in business on the Wrexham Technology Park, a full police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales had been undertaken, the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was well underway and Nicola Davies QC was conducting a review of the documentation concerning child abuse in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was justified. Dead former kids in care and psych patients were turning up everywhere.

Not that the police had found any evidence at all of a paedophile ring, despite a number of ‘care’ staff and teachers going to prison for abusing the children in their care. The month before Francis wrote to Chris Jones asking for a ‘forensic opinion’ on me, Gordon Anglesea won his libel case…

 

On 9 Feb 1995 John Allen, the owner and manager of the Bryn Alyn Community, was convicted of indecent assault against six former residents and received six years imprisonment.

 

On 13 Feb 1995 Gwynedd Community Health Trust’s solicitor Tony Lane wrote to John Mullen re Dafydd’s breach of confidence in Court in Liverpool. Lane mentioned that Hempsons – the MDU solicitors – had acted for Dafydd.

On 27 Feb 1995 Hefin Davies, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust wrote to Tony Lane requesting his advice. Was Hefin’s letter seeking legal guidance re Dafydd and the breach of confidence? No. Hefin was asking Tony Lane if there was any more that they could do to have me prosecuted.

On 9 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to me maintaining that Dafydd’s affidavit was not read out in open court, it was presented to a judge ‘in High Court chambers in a private hearing’. Mullen knew that Rickard had previously written to me stating that there was no breach of confidence because the case had only been heard in open court in Liverpool because Mullin mentioned Rickard’s letter.

So either Ian Rickard was lying or John Mullen was.

On 16 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to Dafydd. Mullen refers to Dafydd sharing my complaint regarding the breach of confidence with Jeremy Corson and makes a reference to the MDU’s ‘latest letter’. Mullen asks Dafydd to ask the solicitors who dealt with the injunction – Hempsons – whether they considered a breach of confidence likely to occur.

I suppose that is an advance on Ian Rickard spouting lies as he thought of them, telling Ella to break the bad news to me and then giving Francis a copy of a letter to give to Dafydd when he knew damn well that Dafydd should not have been given access to the letter, but nonetheless I doubt that John Mullen made much headway asking Hempsons – who had breached confidence – whether they thought that they had breached confidence.

The issue of the breach of confidence on the part of Dafydd was never resolved. Neither did anyone ever explain why so many lies were told about the ‘investigation’ of the complaint.

The merry go round continued after this date – there were further attempts to have me declared dangerous and to prosecute me…

As for Chris Jones, the forensic psychiatrist most conveniently placed near to Wrexham. Well he came up trumps amazingly enough – Chris Jones effectively told Francis that he thought that he was making a fuss about nothing and that the chance of me launching a murderous attack on Dafydd was really rather low. So Francis just made another referral for me to see Chris Jones after a decent interval had passed, stressing to Chris Jones that I really was potentially very dangerous.

The one thing that I remember discussing with Dr Chris Jones was the abuse of vulnerable people in institutional care. Chris Jones agreed that it was a substantial problem – he commented that the abuse of elderly people in care homes was a major problem and he thought that it would soon break as a major scandal.

I heard years later that Chris Jones was one of the mental health professionals from north Wales who had a nervous breakdown and left the area. Chris Jones didn’t seem to be quite so mad and sadistic as many of his colleagues, which was probably why he didn’t survive working with that bunch of lunatics. Take it as a compliment Dr Jones, you weren’t barking mad and you wouldn’t lie about me. At least you’re not looking at a prison sentence for being an accessory.

Not being mad and abusive certainly took a high toll on mental health staff in north Wales. My post ‘The Blog Post Which Was Hacked Can Now Be Read’ detailed Dafydd’s missile that he fired at Don Campbell the Assistant Director of Nursing Services (Psych), in July 1988 after Campbell refused to break the law and lock me in a room. Dafydd went absolutely wild and wrote to Huw Thomas, the General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority, accusing Campbell of ‘gross impertinence’ and demanding his head on a plate.

Bruce Napier, the very pleasant clinical psychologist who didn’t hate the patients, left Hergest and took up a mental health research job at Bangor University. I was told that before long Bruce Napier announced his desire to ‘get out of the NHS’ and he went to England to live on a canal boat. I don’t know for sure but I suspect that Bruce Napier was hounded out. He crossed the path of Dafydd. When Gwynedd Health Authority were not doing a very good job of trying to persuade Dafydd to retire, it was left to Bruce Napier to tell Dafydd that Dafydd didn’t have an office in the Hergest Unit. Dafydd did of course have a room in which to work for the one day a week that he spent at the Hergest, but it didn’t have a brass name plate on the door and Dafydd was fuming. The others were too frightened to tell Dafydd, so they got Bruce Napier to do it. Then Bruce Napier had to go on Welsh news and defend the Gwynedd Community Health Trust when Dafydd was making guest appearances on Kilroy, the Kane Debates, Welsh news, S4C and telling everyone that in making him retire the Trust was ensuring a certain death for the many patients whom depended upon Dafydd. The matter would have been settled had anyone just gone on tele and said ‘look he’s sexually exploiting the patients, running a paedophile gang, flogging drugs and dishonest expert witness reports and what’s more he’s got a load of people shut in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital’. But no-one did, not even Bruce Napier, even later on from the safety of his barge. He probably feared being torpedoed.

I also wondered if Nerys Owen might have been ‘dealt with’ after challenging Slob Ingham. On our last meeting with Nerys, Nerys told me and the other patient who complained about Slob with me that if ever we needed her again we should not hesitate to get in touch because she would not tolerate the mistreatment of patients. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ described how in 1997 I and another person – the same person who made representation with me about Slob Ingham – were arrested and prosecuted after Bridget Lloyd, one of Slob’s colleagues, told a pack of lies about us threatening her. The case collapsed – but not until after we had both been banned from the hospital and yes, referred to Dr Chris Jones and the forensic team again as dangerous nutters – and there was a flat refusal to apologise to us. We contacted Nerys but only received a weak frosty letter saying that the law had taken its course. There is a document in my collection signed by Nerys during that period of time which demonstrates that she obediently went along with the general insanity of the paedophiles’ friends, signing off records of meetings as ‘fair and accurate’ when the meetings were held by people who never made fair and accurate records of anything.

I presume that Nerys Owen was probably a wolf in sheep’s clothing all along. She reached a senior position in a totally corrupt organisation and was in that position between 1994-1999 and possibly for much longer. It’s unlikely that she’ll have been able to do that without being complicit with some dreadful things. I don’t think that she was a psych nurse, so she’ll have been a general nurse or a midwife and someone knew about those psych patients at the North Wales Hospital being sterilised in order to stop them becoming pregnant because the staff were having sex with them, the theft of the babies of the female patients who had not been sterilised, the disappearance of the girls in the children’s homes who had become pregnant after being raped by the ‘care staff’ and the horrors of the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

Nerys Owen must also have been complicit with the running down and then the closing of the day centre at the Hergest Unit during the duration of the Waterhouse Inquiry, which ensured that a considerable number of psych patients became destitute and died.

Let’s have a chorus of that old favourite by The Jam, ‘A Town Called Malice’…

 

In May 1995 it was announced that the Welsh Office had appointed Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the documentary evidence related to the abuse of children in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was warranted. Nicola subsequently discovered that all the paperwork from 1989 onwards was missing!

On 26 June David Hunt returned as Secretary of State for Wales until 5 July 1995. Just for a few days – whilst the deal to pretend that Dafydd was being retired off was completed (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’) and the public were told that the North Wales Hospital had been shut (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). It hadn’t. Gwynfryn Ward remained open and there are allegations that it remained open until 2000. But no-one can be sure, because no-one will come clean about when the hospital did eventually close, why so many lies were told about it and what happened to the patients whom were imprisoned out there illegally when it closed. Or failed to close.

So what was Gwynfryn Ward? It was a mother and baby unit. A mother and baby unit is usually a cause for ‘ah’, but it bloody well wasn’t at Denbigh. If anyone knows why an institution which was notorious for brutally warehousing women – often under-aged girls – whose pregnancies were inconvenient to other people, continued to provide that service after the rest of the building was literally falling down, please do let me know.

On 5 July 1995 Stephen Dorrell was appointed as Secretary of State for Health, succeeding Virginia Bottomley. William Hague became Secretary of State for Wales on the same day.

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his house. Brown was sacked from his job at Aston University in the same month.

Hansard records that in April 1995, Julia Lomas of the Lord Chancellor’s Department replied by letter to a question from Alex Carlile confirming that at some point in 1994 Mary Wynch had been paid a paltry sum of money in full and final settlement regarding her litigation against the Public Trustee (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Mary had been unlawfully arrested by Dafydd, had been illegally imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year. She had won her case against Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority et al but they then simply refused to pay Mary her compensation unless Mary returned to court to enforce payment. Mary continued with the case, as well as with the case against the crooked cartel of lawyers and the Public Trustee who had, in collaboration with Dafydd, fleeced her of her money and property in the first place. The Home Office under Michael Howard dealt the final blow in 1994 – without any public announcement – and ruined Mary. Mary was by then an old lady who had been screwed by a bunch of rural gangsters who had enjoyed the full backing of every Gov’t since she had been unlawfully arrested in 1979 by Dafydd. But the real problem went back to the early 1970s – when Mary’s mother died in the ‘care’ of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes. Mary told me that she was convinced that her mother had been killed. But Mary was nuts wasn’t she. Ooh – except that no, she wasn’t, as was admitted when she won her case against Dafydd.

The patients in the Hergest Unit used to openly talk about how Dafydd had killed Mary Wynch’s mother. It was just a standard topic of conversation, in much the same way that everybody else’s other extraordinary Dafydd-related anecdotes were. Mary always maintained that her mother had been killed by an overdose of barbiturates. One Hergest patient had the measure of Dafydd’s bare-faced lies and used to do a Dafydd voice and rant on about how he only told the nurses to give Mary Wynch’s mother half a Kalm before bedtime and of course that was nothing like an overdose of barbiturates. In fact the patients got so used to the staff just closing their ears to terrible Dafydd-horrors that dares would be undertaken to see if staff could be moved. One such dare involved one patient carrying a rubber plant and walking up to a senior nurse in Ysbyty Gwynedd and saying ‘I did not murder Mary Wynch’s mother and this plant was not the murder weapon. It was Dr DA Jones wot dun it and he used an overdose of barbiturates’. And the nurse said ‘yes dear’ and walked off, leaving a gang of Hergest patients rolling around laughing.

‘We didn’t know’.

The same patient was accused by Dafydd of lying on one occasion, so he responded by saying ‘I lied, you murdered’.

DAVID HUNT WAS SECRETARY OF STATE FOR WALES WHILST MUCH OF THIS WAS HAPPENING. THE MAN IS A FUCKING LAWYER.

In Dec 1995 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that Nicola Davies QC’s review had concluded that a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales was not justified. William changed his mind a few months later and orchestrated the Waterhouse cover-up.

Nicola is now Dame Nicola and has been the Presiding judge of the Wales Circuit.

In Feb 1996 the Jillings Report regarding the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was completed. I can’t say that it was published because it wasn’t. It was heavily redacted and the only people who saw the Report were the insurers and legal advisors of Clwyd County Council – even the Council officers and Councillors were forbidden from reading it. The legal advisor to the Council’s insurers Michael Beloff QC advised that if any Councillor did get their paws on a copy the Council’s insurance should be withdrawn and the Councillors should be held personally responsible for the damages claims that would inevitable follow from former children in care suing. Beloff admitted that this would be a consequence because the abuse of children had been so serious and so well organised over decades that the Council had no defence. Beloff also advised that if Malcolm King, the one Councillor who would not stop asking questions about the abuse of children in the care of the Council, ever found out what was in the Report and publicised it he should be sacked (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Michael Beloff is a colleague and a friend of Cherie Booth. Michael’s dad Max had some years previously helpfully plugged a book on local gov’t and democracy written by Ioan Bowen Rees. Bowen Rees was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst Dafydd’s mistress Lucille was Director of Gwynedd Social Services and the paedophile gang flourished on their watch (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Alison Taylor was sacked by Lucille after raising concerns about the abuse of children in care.

Just to be on the safe side, on 1 April 1996 Clwyd County Council was dissolved as a result of a local authority reorganisation days after the Jillings Report was completed. So even if someone did get hold of a copy of the Report there was no-one to sue. I haven’t been able to find out who makes decisions regarding local authority reorganisations but the disappearance of Clwyd days after that Report was finished really was far too convenient to have been an accident.

The Report was pulped, although in 2013 somebody actually found a copy that had escaped the pulping machine and at last the world was allowed to see what was within. It was so heavily redacted that it was virtually meaningless. All that was known was that something dreadful had gone on in Clwyd for decades and that a great many people had colluded with it.

After Clwyd County Council was dissolved, John Jevons, the Director of Social Services for Clwyd who had worked so successfully with the paedophiles and their friends for so many years (see posts ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’), found himself in need of a job. Director of the Social Services which played host to the biggest child abuse scandal in the UK? No problem. Cardiff City Council snapped him up and Jevons took up the post as Director of Social Services for them almost immediately.

Two of those with a sense of humour who were sitting on Cardiff City Council at the time that Jevons was given a warm welcome were Julie Morgan and Sue Essex. Julie, the social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s – the Barnardo’s who’s staff abused kids in north Wales. Sue Essex – who later became Minister for Finance, Local Gov’t and Public Services in Julie’s husband Rhodri’s Gov’t – was Deputy Leader and then Leader of the Labour Group of Cardiff City Council, 1995-99. Sue had previously graced Leicester University with her presence. I presume that it was Julie and Sue who head-hunted Jevons then. For more Julie n Sue fun, see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’.

In Sept 1996 – virtually as soon as Jevons touched down in Cardiff City Council – the South Wales Police announced a major investigation into the physical and sexual abuse of children at the Taff Vale children’s home in Whitchurch, Cardiff, which had been run by Cardiff City Council. It was feared that hundreds of children had possibly been abused before the home had closed. The police were particularly interested in investigating what had gone in between 1985-91 – there was a belief that a paedophile ring had infiltrated Taff Vale.

Before Alun Michael became an MP he was the Labour Group Whip on Cardiff City Council. Alun Michael was imposed as FM of Wales by Blair and resigned as soon as the Waterhouse Report was submitted, whilst his mates caused a distraction (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’).

Of course Rhodri himself and the paedophiles’ friends went back a long way. In 1966 Rhodri began work in the endemically corrupt Welsh Office with George Thomas et al and in 1974 Rhodri found himself working in City Hall Cardiff.

On 17 June 1996 Welsh Secretary William Hague announced the North Wales Child Abuse Inquiry  aka the Waterhouse Inquiry. On 25th Oct eighteen families were left homeless after a fire at a warehouse engulfed their houses. Eight people were taken to hospital and more than 100 residents of Lightfoot Road, Chester, were evacuated as the blaze destroyed a Pickfords storage depot on the neighbouring Hoole Bridge industrial estate. ‘The houses spontaneously combusted because of the intense heat’, said a Cheshire Fire Service spokeswoman. The warehouse held the care records of children from the Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn homes.

On 21 Jan 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry began at Ewloe, Flintshire.

On 2 May 1997 Tony Blair became Prime Minister.

Peter Howarth died of a heart attack at HMP Wakefield on 24 April 1997, so if anyone was worried about him naming a few people involved in abusing kids in care who were rather grander than bottom feeding social care workers they didn’t have to worry any longer. Particularly as Ioan Bowen Rees had died suddenly in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report, so as the man who ran Gwynedd County Council for years whilst the paedophile ring’s business boomed under his steady hands, Ioan wouldn’t be dropping any clangers either. Ioan was considered an expert on local gov’t and had advised Dafydd Wigley as well as the working party who set up the infrastructure of the National Assembly for Wales under Ron Davies whilst Ron was Secretary of State for Wales.

The Waterhouse Inquiry held its last hearing on 7 May 1998 and on 30 Sept 2000 the Waterhouse Report was handed to the Secretary of State for Wales, Paul Murphy. Murphy stated that he was delighted that a full and transparent investigation had taken place, that there had been no cover-up and that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring outside of north Wales, let alone the involvement of Westminster or Whitehall figures.

For details of the well-planned co-ordinated attempt during 1997-98 on the part of the north Wales mental health services to have me banged up, please see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’.

 

 

A website that is well worth a visit is the site of the North Wales Hospital Historical Society. It is not an historical society, it is a forum for the former staff of the North Wales Hospital and what a source of entertainment it is. Staff leave messages reminiscing about the old days and breaching patients’ confidence, just as they did when they were employed as Angels there. There are messages which are alleged to be from former patients who remember the kindness and the wonderful treatment and who have now become Angels themselves, which I do find a little unbelievable. I suspect that like the positive feedback left on the patient feedback websites about the awful Dr Giles Harborne, a former Denbigh psychiatrist, the messages from grateful former patients have actually been written by former staff.

The North Wales Historical Society website has an observation that no patients from Avallon, the adolescent unit, have left any messages. Avallon was the unit in which Mary Wynch told me that Dafydd encouraged the teenagers to have sex with each other and then the staff would gather around and watch the action. The same correspondent to the website asks if Dafydd is still alive. Yes he’s Chairing his drugs charity CAIS. It is not a surprise that no former patients of Avallon have left messages, they were introduced to a life of street prostitution and hard drugs whilst they were teenagers and most of them died before they were 30.

 

On 31 July 2013 John Allen was charged with 22 indecent assaults and one offence of gross indecency, alleged to have taken place between 1968 and 1989 at Bryn Alyn. The second trial of John Allen on charges of historic sexual and physical abuse took place at Mold Crown Court and on 1 Dec 2014 Allen was sentenced to life imprisonment, with the recommendation that he serves at least 11 years.

 

There has been a great deal written about the collusion of the North Wales Police with Dafydd and the paedophiles. I and other people certainly noticed that when allegations of sexual misconduct/exploitation – or indeed more serious offences – were made against certain people, there was a flat refusal to investigate on the part of absolutely everybody. It didn’t matter how many first hand accounts there were, how many corroborating witnesses, how much supporting documentation, the allegations were simply ignored and if the complainants did not go away they found themselves being charged by the police.

However I do know that this immunity was only enjoyed by certain people. The North Wales Police were certainly not afraid to investigate complaints about other people even if the evidence was extremely shaky. I knew of a case in 1983 involving a teenaged girl from Anglesey who made a complaint of rape against a young man whom she met in a pub in Bangor. The girl was fairly notorious – she felt the need to tell tall stories, really ridiculous ones which even the most trusting person would in the end conclude could not be true. She was also capable of lying through her teeth under all circumstances if she thought that she would benefit from that. She went out boozing in Bangor one night, met a young man and they went up onto Bangor mountain with the intention of consummating the relationship which they had established about 60 mins previously. The young man was too drunk to do very much and he wandered off. Another young man found the girl crying and asked what was wrong. She replied ‘I’ve been raped’. This sort of comment from her wasn’t that unusual – she had told me some really worrying things and it was only when I and my friends had pitched in to help that we discovered that the various dramas hadn’t happened. The young man immediately rang the police and the police did conduct a full scale investigation.

I was involved in the investigation and I remember the detectives visiting me and a female police officer saying ‘I cannot help but be on the side of the girl in rape cases, but she’s told us so many lies that I can’t take that view here’. I hadn’t encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles at the time and I actually gained a very positive view of the detectives working on the case. They were stereotypical coppers – calling women ‘birds’ and wearing macs with the collars turned up – but unlike the drug squad whom I had heard about by then, they didn’t seem to be endemically corrupt. The investigation into the alleged rape took months. It transpired that no rape had occurred or indeed even an attempt at a rape. I wondered if the girl involved would be charged with wasting police time but she wasn’t. I presume that the police did get it right – the girl was alleged to have admitted to a number of people that she hadn’t been raped, she’d told a dramatic story and it had got out of control.

Like many other mental health patients in north Wales, with the exception of a few police officers whom I knew were corrupt, I generally found the police very much more helpful than the mental health services and they undoubtedly protected me and other people from the excesses of the mental health services on a number of occasions.

The problem will have been Westminster, the Attorney Generals – such as Sir Patrick Mayhew – and Whitehall, who were protecting Dafydd and the paedophile gang. A great many police officers would have dearly loved to have dealt with Dafydd et al but they couldn’t. They were being told what to do by organised criminals in high office.

 

What is very clear to me with regard to the documents that I have drawn on to write this post and some others such as ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’, is the key role that the MDU played in protecting a number of Top Doctors whom they knew were abusing patients and perjuring themselves to silence and indeed destroy patients who complained. The MDU and Hempsons were probably more responsible than anyone else for the serious criminality which pervaded north Wales for decades.

There will be a post coming soon naming the movers and shakers in the MDU during those years whilst the MDU ensured that Dafydd and the paedophiles remained in business.

 

Then I’ll be naming a few more of Rhodri Morgan’s circle who knew about it all…

 

One other person who disappeared along with others whom I have previously named on this blog. Nellie. An old lady who was in Bryn Golau Ward the night that I arrived. She was there the next morning and then like the girl who had been abducted, kept in an attic and sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the young man from Wrexham who vanished when another patient who had been in care recognised him, Nellie disappeared. No-one let her out of the front door which was a double door and locked – I last saw her in the kitchen with Angel Iola Edwards. Just near to the back door which was always heavily guarded and was only ever used ‘to bring the catering supplies in and out’. And patients who needed to be disposed of discreetly.

 

There is someone else who is worthy of a mention here. A man who was lurking in the Welsh Office throughout everything detailed in this post – Sir Jon Shortridge. Shortridge joined the Welsh Office in 1984 and  was Private Secretary to both Nicholas Edwards (see post ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’) and Peter Walker (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). In 1995 Shortridge conducted the Senior Management Review of the Welsh Office and in 1997 he was Director of Economic Affairs, responsible for establishing the National Assembly for Wales. Shortridge became Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office in March 1999, then for the newly established National Assembly in May 1999 and then for the Welsh Gov’t, 2007-08. In 2009 Shortridge was appointed interim Permanent Secretary at the Dept of Innovation, Universities and Skills – the Dept led by Mandelson. One of Mandelson’s most senior aides was the daughter of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who did Dafydd and the paedophiles’ as many favours as the MDU. Sir John topped off his long record of public service with a stint as Chancellor of Glyndwr University, an institution run entirely by paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

 

 

The news over the past few days has been very topical with regard to recent posts on this blog. The Welsh Language Commissioner Meri Huws – who has featured on a number of recent posts as a paedophiles’ friend and a bedfellow of other paedophiles’ friends who doubled up as Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t – has crawled out of hiding and tried to convince everyone that she has some sort of plan. Meri has been talking about everyone going on a journey. Meri isn’t very bright, so when she opens her mouth she tends to trot out whatever cliche she has recently heard bandied around in the media. When Meri worked at Bangor University at one point she was banging on about capturing ‘hearts and minds’. One academic with a great deal of knowledge with regard to Meri and her bedfellows observed that with Meri, ‘shock and awe’ was far more likely to be the order of the day. If Meri had known how much entertainment she had provided for the oppressed of Bangor University I think that she’d have probably resigned on the spot.

Cancer is absolutely everywhere in the media, with George Alighaia and Andrew Lansley both announcing that they have advanced bowel cancer and if only they’d ‘got screened’. It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to these two men, I can imagine they must be feeling quite dreadful, but the chances are that a screening programme would not have made much difference. Huge quantities of the research upon which the screening is based is fraudulent and many of the much publicised screening programmes are in chaos. At the same time other headlines screamed that there is now a new joined up cancer programme to be launched that will make care ‘excellent’. Which is weird, because we’ve been told for years that care is already excellent, indeed that the whole NHS is the envy of the world and that UK hospitals are bursting at the seams with Nigerian women who are pregnant with quins who just Come Over Here To Use Our NHS. More sober reflections on the rather poor clinical outcomes of the UK NHS when compared to other European healthcare systems are strangely absent.

Meanwhile amidst the constant PR, people in north Wales who have dared cross the paths of the paedophiles’ friends are refused care, refused pain relief for conditions such as kidney stones which send the Angels and Top Doctors straight for the opiates when they are afflicted and told to go ahead and do it then if they become suicidal. On the occasions when the paedophiles’ friends have been faced with relatives or the odd patient confronting them with their dreadful conduct the response is usually ‘we didn’t know you felt like that’. Well they bloody well know exactly how I feel about them now that this blog has gathered a readership.

BBC News Wales is trumpeting the new proton beam centre in Newport and how this is going to revolutionise cancer care and Save Lives. Only if you’ve got a lot of money – that centre is a private concern but that doesn’t seem to have received much media coverage.

Winnie Mandela has died and amongst all the tributes people are doing their best to play down the unfortunate business of the necklace killings and the murder of Stompie McKenzie. It is stressed that Winnie suffered at the hands of the South African police under apartheid. I’m sure that she did, the South African police were deeply unpleasant, but it wasn’t the South African police who were targeted in the necklace killings and I don’t think that Stompie McKenzie was a white South African policeman under apartheid either. I seem to remember that he was a 14 year old black boy…

The Mail Online had a Rolf Harris exclusive in which they revealed that Rolf has held a birthday party attended by friends at which he played the didgeridoo. It was a bit of a non-story but I did notice that according to the Mail, one of Rolf’s guests was his ‘old friend’ Timmy Mallett. Most people know Timmy Mallett as a rather over the top children’s entertainer from the 1980s, but I was gobsmacked a few years ago to discover that there is a Timmy Mallett suite at the Gladstone Library in Hawarden. The Gladstone Library – it was called St Deiniol’s Library until quite recently – is a residential library in north Wales. It’s got fantastic collections and you can just go and stay there for a few days and bury yourself in interesting reading matter. It has a strong theological side and is a favourite place for clergy and theologians to hang out. I was completely confused by Timmy Mallett’s association with the Gladstone Library until someone told me that Timmy Mallett’s dad was a clergyman with links there and Timmy Mallett, having made a great deal of money, is a benefactor of the institution. I have found out that the Rev Michael Mallett studied for ordination at St Deiniol’s – as it was then – in the mid 1960s. I’m sorry to go on about it all the time, but Flintshire – the location of the Gladstone Library – was at the heart of the powerbase of the paedophiles’ friends in the 1960s. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and co came from Flintshire and many of them had connections with the Church. Timmy Mallett was born in Cheshire. Just down the road from Chester – where the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring which later numbered Sir Peter Morrison operated. A former Bishop of Chester has been recently named as having been involved.

 

The Mail Online also published a furious article by Daniel Janner, the late Greville’s son. Daniel was hurling venom in the direction of Alison Saunders, who has just announced that she will be standing down as DPP. Daniel maintains that it was Alison Saunders who cruelly put Greville through hell after demanding that there be a trial of the facts with regard to the allegations against Greville. Most people believe that Alison Saunders did Greville a very big favour – she did all she could not to prosecute Greville despite considerable evidence against him and she only announced a trial of the facts after public fury. The announcement came so late that Greville died before a trial of the facts could take place.

Daniel is furious that he was interviewed by the police himself and asked if Greville had ever abused him. I can understand that Daniel may not have been very impressed with that line of questioning, but presumably, Daniel was able to say no – Daniel is a barrister, he is not going to feel intimidated by the police. Daniel fumed about his father being degraded in public, as a doubly incontinent elderly man being accused. Well I didn’t know that Greville was doubly incontinent and I don’t expect that many other people did either, so Daniel seems to have been responsible for inflicting that particular bit of lack of dignity upon his father himself.

Daniel maintains that the CPS was great until Alison Saunders became DPP. Not only was the CPS deeply flawed and notably failed to prosecute certain people for serious offences – including some politicians – despite files of evidence being submitted, but the CPS prosecuted people like me for ludicrous trivial offences. In 1993 Daniel I was prosecuted for ‘staring at a social worker’. In 2002 I was prosecuted because I had told an NHS secretary over the phone that her boss was a fat idiot. The social worker whom I looked at and the fat idiot were both involved in facilitating a paedophile gang. Furthermore Alison Saunders was the first DPP to be appointed from within the CPS. She had worked for them for years.

 

 

 

 

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

My post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ discussed Rhodri Morgan’s long-standing friendship with Ron Davies, as well as some other people in that very tight south Wales Labour Party network and how they ‘didn’t know’ about Ron’s cottaging activities. In spite of much evidence that they did know and they also knew a great deal more about Ron and a few other people which didn’t ever hit the media, even after Ron’s moment of madness with Boogie on Clapham Common and his subsequent adventure when he was looking for badgers.

A few other people knew about Ron – and more importantly knew about the serious abuse of vulnerable people by the health and welfare services in north Wales and elsewhere, which was being kept quiet by all political parties.

 

One of those was Lawrence Conway, the civil servant who was Director of Rhodri’s private office (Director of the Dept of FM, ie. Cabinet Secretary). In his memoir Rhodri describes Lawrence as ‘a Welsh Office lifer’ with ‘sensitive political antennae’ and ‘eyes in the back of his head to know what was going on’. Not only had Lawrence spent his career in the rotten-to-the-core Welsh Office – with its many officials, Ministers and Secretaries of State who had concealed the criminal activities of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles in north Wales for decades (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’), but had also kept the lid on George Thomas and his sexual assaults on children and young men – but Lawrence Conway was at the heart of the most rotten part of the rotten apple. According to Rhodri, Lawrence ‘did child protection’.

So Lawrence knew that the children’s homes in north Wales were not being inspected regularly even when complaints of abuse were being made and a number of staff of those homes were appearing in court charged with sexual and physical assaults on children (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Lawrence knew that some of those employed as social workers/social work managers in homes and areas where there was a massive problem with the abuse of children in care were given jobs as inspectors with the SSI (Social Services Inspectorate) in the Welsh Office (see post ‘The Reality Is That There Is No Problem’).

Lawrence Conway knew that there were also serious complaints about the abuse and illegal imprisonment of patients in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and that many of those patients were former residents of the children’s homes of north Wales.

 

After the publication of the massive cover-up that was the Waterhouse Report – organised by William Hague and the Welsh Office whilst Hague was Secretary of State for Wales – the ritual hand-wringing and chanting of the mantra ‘never again’ reached new levels. One of Ronald Waterhouse’s most publicised recommendations – which it was claimed would ensure that no-one would ever have to do the ‘never again’ bit in the future – was the establishment of the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales. My God, Wales was proud of having a Children’s Commissioner. Wales was leading the way! My post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’ discusses the backgrounds of the people that have held that post. They have all been former social workers who were employed by and networked with organisations and institutions where children were abused. Anyone familiar with Wales will know that there is a great deal of truth in the caricature that everyone in Wales knows each other and each other’s business. Every one of the Children’s Commissioners will have been party to details of the abuse of children that they have not disclosed.

One social worker who was employed in the Children’s Commissioner’s team whilst Keith Towler was Commissioner came from Denbigh. She knew all about the abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital because her father worked as a nurse there. He didn’t just work as a nurse at Denbigh for a few weeks – he was one of the long term key staff who was employed there for many years and his name is frequently mentioned by the former staff of that hospital when they are reminiscing about the Good Old Days. I don’t know this man’s real name because he was simply universally known as ‘Davey Crockett’ because of the nature of a hat that he wore. Davey Crockett knew Dafydd, was mates with him and Davey Crockett’s family used to call upon Dafydd when they needed a favour. Davey Crockett knew about the dungeon in which the victims of the paedophile gang were imprisoned, he knew about the paedophile gang that Dafydd was facilitating and he knew that the North Wales Hospital was stuffed full of people who were being held there unlawfully.

Davey Crockett’s daughter knew Keith Fearns, the grossly abusive leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and had absolutely no problem with him. She also knew that Dafydd’s own family – as well as everybody else – were terrified of Dafydd. She knew that Dafydd terrorised and stalked members of his own family. She described Dafydd as ‘evil’ and stated that no-one would ever get away from him once they had crossed his path.

I know for a fact that this social worker had knowledge of at least one school in Gwynedd where the kids were being sexually abused and she has never said a word. Probably because she knows that she’d never work again if she did.

Well Dafydd, you might have convinced Davey Crockett’s family that being mates with you was a better option than challenging you, but you shouldn’t have tried the same game with me, because there’s this blog now…

 

Lawrence Conway retired from the civil service in 2009. So he is of the right vintage to have been ‘doing’ child protection when Dafydd and the paedophiles were running that extensive business of theirs back in the 1970s and 80s. Lawrence will have been sitting in his office in Cathays Park when Tony Francis (Dr X) snapped at me ‘you can even complain to the Secretary of State if you want’ and when other people were telling me to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and to get out of north Wales and never come back. The Cathays Park in which those worked who were responsible for receiving and writing the incriminating documents – some of which seem to have been forged – that are now in my possession.

What did Lawrence Conway do when he retired? He joined Carwyn’s team of First Minister’s special advisors. Lawrence advised Carwyn on public service delivery! Well Carwyn, if you’ve ever wondered what is going so wrong, there’s your clue…

Entertainingly, the appointment of Lawrence Conway as Carwyn’s Spad left one person seething, so seething that they raised concerns with Whitehall and the civil service heads of the Welsh Gov’t. Who was this person who didn’t think that paedophiles’ friend Lawrence Conway should be cluttering the Welsh Gov’t up after his retirement? It was none other than another paedophiles’ friend Dame Gillian Morgan, the Top Doctor who was Permanent Secretary to the Welsh Assembly, 2008-12. Dame Gillian knows a great deal about the abuse of anyone who has spilt the paedophiles’ pints, as I discussed in my post ‘A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’

Paedophiles’ friends at war!

 

Before he worked for Rhodri, Lawrence Conway worked for another person who knows a good deal more about Dafydd and the paedophiles and George Thomas et al than he ever lets on- Alun Michael, who resigned as First Secretary at the same time as the Waterhouse Report was submitted to Gov’t (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Lawrence was appointed Alun Michael’s Principal Private Secretary in May 1999 when Michael became First Secretary of the new Welsh Assembly.

Although Rhodri and Alun Michael were famously pitched against each other in terms of who would be First Secretary once the Welsh Assembly was established – everybody presumed that it would be Ron Davies until Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate) – they went back a long way.

When Rhodri was first elected as MP for Cardiff West in 1987, he shared an office with Alun Michael and Paul Murphy. The Paul Murphy who took delivery of the Waterhouse Report in his capacity as Secretary of State for Wales and who expressed his relief that the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had now been subject to a full and transparent investigation and that there was no links with organised paedophile rings outside north Wales, no evidence of any politicians involved and it was definitely nothing to do with the Freemasons. Furthermore Paul was delighted to be able to say that there had been no cover-up.

‘We didn’t know.’

I wonder who told the daughter of one of Dafydd’s mates that there would be a job coming up in the Children’s Commissioner’s office? Perhaps it was the same person who told Alun Michael’s son Tal that the job of Chief Exec of the Gwynedd CAB was going begging – the CAB which boasts the involvement of Dafydd’s former mistress Lucille Hughes at a senior level. Or the same person who told Tal about the vacancy for the Top Job in the North Wales Police Authority. Or perhaps the person who suggested that Tal would make a good North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner. Or even a good Labour MP for Ynys Mon!

 

After Alun Michael was elected as the Labour MP for Cardiff South and Penarth in 1987, Lorraine Barrett was his office manager. Lorraine became the Labour AM for Cardiff South and Penarth in 1999! Lorraine – a former Angel – is married to Paul Barrett who was of all things the manager of 80s pop favourite Shakin’ Stevens (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Shaky found himself the centre of bad publicity after he hit fame and fortune when the press revealed that his manager had told everyone to keep it quiet that Shaky was married with children and much older than everyone had been told because Shaky and his manager wanted to promote Shaky as a suitable heart-throb for pre-teen girls. Cardiff’s answer to Donny Osmond. Donny was a drip but at least he was 14 not 40 and his mum and dad didn’t let him go out boozing – in fact from what I remember even Coca-Cola was not considered acceptable by famille Osmond, which will have been the key to those perfect teeth which they all possessed. Presumably Shaky was not similarly constrained.

 

Before Alun Michael was elected as an MP he was the Labour Group Whip on Cardiff City Council. So he sat on Cardiff City Council with Julie Morgan and the other ne’er do wells, as the Council was hit by repeated scandals (see posts ‘Corruption Bay Special’, ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’ and ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’).

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that Alun Michael had four very loyal Spads who had been appointed by Michael – Gareth Williams (political), Andrew Bold (policy), Delyth Evans (speech writing) and Julie Crowley (press, PR, spin doctor).

 

Gareth Williams was a Spad to Alun Michael as Secretary of State for Wales and First Secretary of the National Assembly, Dec 1998-Feb 2000. Gareth began his career as a civil servant first in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, working in London and Sweden (1982-88) and subsequently in the Welsh Office (1988-90).

So Gareth was one of the civil servants in Sodom and Gomorrah in Cathays Park along with Lawrence Conway and the rest of them. Including Ffion Hague.

From 1990-1993, Gareth Williams worked in the European Parliament as a Policy Advisor to the Socialist Group, before joining Birmingham City Council, where Williams spent three years as Head of European and International Affairs. He was an Associate Director at ECOTEC Research and Consulting Ltd (1996-98). Gareth Williams runs his own economic development consultancy based in Shropshire. He has undertaken a wide range of work in Wales, with an emphasis on the European Structural Funds.

 

In Jan 2006 the BBC reported that WAG (Welsh Assembly Government) was failing to meet its key targets to regenerate some of Wales’ poorest areas – according to a report produced by Gareth Williams. Gareth said that WAG was not likely to reach two out of the three targets set for Objective One European funding, the shortfalls being in job and wealth creation.

Yet Economic Development Minister Andrew Davies said 85,000 people in Wales had been helped by the money. The seven-year programme, which ended in 2006, saw £1.26 billion spent on hundreds of projects in west Wales and the Valleys. ‘We’ve set ambitious targets because the scale of the task we inherited from the Conservatives was huge’ Davies claimed. ‘The impact isn’t necessarily on jobs created – it’s also on the number of people who have been helped.’ Andrew Davies said it had made a ‘major impact’ on west Wales and the Valleys, with skills training. ‘Clearly we’ve closed the unemployment gap with the rest of the UK. The next challenge is to get higher paid, higher quality jobs.’

It is now 12 years since Andrew Davies claimed that the EU funding given to west Wales and the Valleys had worked wonders. West Wales and the Valleys are still on their knees. One major area of growth in those regions is in Third sector organisations receiving dosh from the Welsh Gov’t to provide ‘services’ for homeless people or other people having a hard time – it has become clear that these organisations are excellent at maintaining their own existence and growth but they are not helping those that they claim to be.

Whilst Wales did build bridges and roads with EU funding and I can remember huge swathes of very poor housing in Bethesda being transformed by EU funding back in the 1990s, after those in Cardiff Bay went into shock when a majority in Wales voted to leave the EU in 2016 it was admitted that far too much of the EU funding had been spent on ‘projects’ from which people in Wales saw no benefits.

Those projects followed the standard model in Wales. A load of people were employed for a short length of time – for the duration of the ‘project’ – on minimum wages. They were supervised by a smaller number of team leaders, who were people with a professional qualification or a level of education (often former teachers or social workers). At the top of the pyramid there were a very small number of people on very generous salaries who were mates with politicians or civil servants in the Welsh Gov’t. This was the business model for Gov’t funded ‘projects’ for the 30 odd years that I lived in Wales. I first observed it in the 1980s and I presumed that it was a consequence of Thatcher’s ‘job creation schemes’ to fiddle the unemployment figures – although Thatcher eventually mercifully went, the ‘projects’ in Wales remained and were run in exactly the same way. One could entertain oneself by watching the lucky few with the jobs at the top circulate from one waste of money which achieved nothing to another. These are the same folk who ‘lead’ the Health Boards in Wales, the Third sector organisations and the quangos. They often leave a great deal of blood on the carpet behind them, but they are never taken out of circulation.

A prime example of the cadre is Meri Huws, who was formerly the Chair of the Welsh Language Board. There was the most enormous row when Meri was appointed to the post of Chair of the Welsh Language Board because she failed to declare that she was in a relationship with a Welsh Gov’t Minister. Who was Meri’s bedfellow at that time? None other than Andrew Davies. The allegations that Andrew had bagged Meri the job were made just a few months before Andrew Davies made the comments above as reported by the BBC. So Andrew stated that what was needed were ‘higher paid, higher quality jobs’. All these years later, west Wales and the Valleys are still in poverty – but Meri does of course have a higher paid, higher quality job. She is the Welsh Language Commissioner. There was blood on the carpet left behind her at the Welsh Language Board and much discord. Furthermore the number of people speaking Welsh continued to decline whilst Meri was Chair of the Board. So it was only sensible after that track record Meri should then have been given the job of Welsh Language Commissioner rather than someone who would have been effective.

However, as I explained in my post ‘People With Energy’, the one advantage that Meri always has over other candidates is that she used to work as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services on the patch where the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located. The social workers running Ty’r Felin were trafficking kids down to Dolphin Square – among other places – for sex work (see post ‘Are You Local?’). Any civil servant or politician looking at Meri’s CV will get the message loud and clear – she knows where the bodies are buried.

 

The clients of Gareth Williams’s consultancy included Wales’s education and training quango ELWa. ELWa was nearly as notorious as the WDA for cronyism and the inexplicable spending of huge sums of money. ELWa’s reputation finally ended over the business of the Pop Factory in which £2 million quid was inexplicably given to a company called Avanti who ran something called the Pop Factory to organise something else which they had no hope of organising, which never got off the ground and ended in chaos. It was Jane Davidson – the AM for Pontypridd and Minister for Lifelong Learning – who had countersigned for the cheque to be released. It was revealed that Gov’t accounting procedures had not been followed and that ELWa had refused to disclose other alleged irregularities when requested.

The Chair of ELWa was Enid Rowlands who was based in north Wales. Enid flatly refused to move to south Wales – although nearly all the staff of ELWa were based in south Wales and Rowlands was keen to accept the job. So an arrangement was made that ELWa would have a ‘virtual’ head office. Is it surprising that the whole set up imploded?

Enid featured in a Wales Online report in 2003, when she was at the centre of a grade A row for refusing to resign as the Chair of ELWa in the wake of the £2 million scandal and the laying off of nearly 100 ELWa staff. Enid stated her intention to remain as Chair for another four months until her contract ended.

Did Enid’s career suffer from the ELWa scandal? Of course not. Enid is now the Chair of the Solicitors Regulation Authority! Enid was previously the UK Chair of Victim Support. She has ‘held roles’ with the Information Commissioner’s Office, NEST Corporation Consumer Focus, North Wales Police Authority, North Wales Health Authority and the S4C Authority. Enid was and might still be a member of the BUPA council.

Enid ‘began her career working with unemployed and disadvantaged young people and became Chair of Education and Skills Wales, responsible for all post-16 education and training in Wales outside the Higher Education sector’. She has also been a Trustee in the voluntary sector including positions with the Royal National Institute for the Deaf and The Prince’s Trust.

I note that Enid ‘studied psychology’. Rhodri’s memoir claims that Enid is a patriotic north Waleian and would never move from north Wales. So did Enid perhaps study psychology in north Wales? Which could have involved a placement with Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital…

Enid’s biography on the Solicitors Regulation Authority website doesn’t mention this, but Enid is married to the former Auditor General for Wales, Huw Vaughan Thomas. Huw was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96. Whilst Dafydd’s mistress Lucille was Director of Social Services for Gwynedd and the paedophile ring operating in those Social Services caused havoc and was subject to a police investigation. Huw holds even more positions of responsibility than does Enid (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

In 2010 Jeremy Colman, the Auditor General for Wales who preceded Huw Vaughan Thomas, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn.

It is incredible isn’t it.

For eight years, Enid was a member of the GMC. Enid – do you happen to know anything about the forged document that was found in the possession of the GMC, purporting to be a letter from me (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’), after I made repeated representation to the GMC about the abusive Top Doctors at the Hergest Unit?

Huw and Enid are yet two more highly placed paedophiles’ friends who live in the HQ for such folk, Colwyn Bay (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’). No wonder Enid wouldn’t move to south Wales.

 

The acting CEO of ELWa found himself in the shit along with Enid – that was none other than paedophiles’ friend and the former manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, Dr Peter Higson. Wales Online reported that Higson was appointed as acting CEO without going through normal procedures. Furthermore he was known to Enid, having been an Executive Director of North Wales Health Authority at a time when she Chaired the North Wales Health Authority.

So Higson’s career trajectory went from staffing Dafydd’s dungeon – Higson was originally a clinical psychologist at Denbigh – to managing the dungeon, to managing the whole of the north Wales mental health services when lies were told about the North Wales Hospital having been completely shut down in the summer of 1995, to being a Director of the North Wales Health Authority, to being the acting CEO of ELWa which never recovered from the business of the £2 million quid and was later dismantled. What happened to Higson in the wake of that? He was appointed CEO of the newly formed regulatory body Health Inspectorate Wales of course. After Higson had been in post for nine years it was declared that the mismanagement of HIW was so serious that it was ‘not fit for purpose’. Which must have been why Higson was then appointed Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Which was put into special measures after Higson’s feet had been under the table for about eighteen months.

As far as I know, unlike Meri, Peter Higson’s career success has been achieved without sleeping with Alan Pugh, Andrew Davies and Rhodri Morgan. Although Higson’s sister Ruth Hussey was Chief Medical Officer for Wales – a female role model! – so perhaps it was her bedfellows who were the key to Peter’s success… Although I suspect that it was Peter holding the keys to the dungeon containing the victims of a branch of the Westminster Paedophile Ring which probably brought such good fortune to the Higson clan.

 

Gareth Williams’s 2006 report re the EU Structural Funds said that Labour had not created the hoped-for 43,500 new jobs. WAG had also wanted to use the funding to raise Wales’s GDP to 78% of the UK average. The report suggested that figure had not been reached.

Mike German, the then Liberal Democrat leader in the Assembly, commenting on Gareth’s report said: ‘I don’t think it was a failure, but that we had enormous built-in problems: a slow start, a lot of squabbling at the beginning. What we need to do is learn those lessons now.’

It is the story of Wales – a slow start and a lot of squabbling. Which is entirely a result of the one built-in problem that runs through everything – that the most senior jobs in absolutely every domain are given to people who either facilitated or concealed a gang of paedophiles. The lesson has still not been learnt.

The problem that the Assembly inherited from the Conservatives which Andrew Davies mentioned in his comments to the BBC would never have happened had Meri, Davies, Enid fucking Rowlands and the rest of them not been so keen to stick their noses into the trough provided by the Bay of Plenty that they were prepared to spend their entire careers assisting a paedophile gang which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison, as well as to a few others.

 

Alun Michael’s Spad Andrew Bold was born in Newport and wrote his PhD on the WDA. So he’ll know even more about the crooks that milked it for millions than the rest of us do. Bold worked as a Welsh Labour Party research officer in the early 1990s and was the Welsh Labour’s Assistant General Secretary (policy) before becoming Michael’s Spad in 1999. In June 2000 after Rhodri had replaced Michael as FM, Andrew Bold moved to the Wales Office to replace Professor Hywel Francis as Paul Murphy’s adviser. Murphy had another advisor as well – Anthony Hunt.

 

Hunt completed a law degree and worked in the US on educational projects and for the Democrats. Hunt joined WAG’s Labour policy team in 2001. In 2002 he was recruited by Paul Murphy to manage his constituency office and communications; Murphy was appointed Secretary of State for Wales in January 2008 and a year later Hunt joined him as a Spad concentrating on press and communications.

So can Anthony Hunt shed any light on Murphy’s sudden departure as Welsh Secretary which no-one ever explained?

 

Alun Michael’s Spad Delyth Evans had been a management consultant and BBC and HTV journalist. She worked on the BBC’s ‘World at One’ and PM programmes before becoming an assistant to Gordon Brown MP in 1992 and then policy adviser and speechwriter to the then Labour leader John Smith, 1992–1994. After Alun Michael resigned, Delyth Evans was the Labour AM for Mid & West Wales, 2000-03.

Delyth actually succeeded Alun Michael’s seat when he resigned. As well as being the AM for Mid & West Wales, 1999-2000, Michael also held the Westminster seat for Cardiff South and Penarth, 1987-2012. After Michael resigned as FM, he reverted to his Westminster role. Alun Michael’s short time at the Assembly was not a happy one. He had been imposed upon Wales as First Secretary by Blair and there was much resentment all around as a result.

 

When Alun Michael resigned as First Secretary, there was much muddy water surrounding his resignation. He resigned just before a Plaid-inspired vote of no confidence in his leadership. The vote followed what Plaid regarded as the failure of Michael to secure Treasury match-funding for £1.2 billion worth of European funding for deprived areas of Wales.

Yet something odd happened when Alun Michael resigned ahead of that no-confidence vote. Janice Gregory, AM for Ogmore, 1999-2016 and Labour Group Whip in the early days of the Assembly, had a hissy fit and resigned the Whip because Alun Michael had resigned as First Minister. Janice resigned the Whip on the grounds that Andrew Davies had plotted to remove Alun Michael. Janice Gregory was the daughter of Sir Ray Powell, the MP for Ogmore, 1979-2001.

Ray Powell was a Labour Whip between 1983-95 and one of his achievements was to refuse Ken Livingstone a desk for more than a year after Ken arrived in the Commons in 1987. Although Ray Powell had a reputation as an effective and formidable Whip himself, he later denounced the Whips office as ‘the Gestapo’ after he ended up on a hit list for refusing to vote to lower the age of consent for homosexual activities. Ray might have held out against that, but he never mentioned the matter of the abuse of children in care in Wales at all – although he was in the Commons throughout the years of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, the police investigations, the Jillings Investigation, the Waterhouse Inquiry, the deaths of witnesses…Ray was also the honorary Secretary of the Welsh Parliamentary Labour Party, 1982-92.

Ray Powell could make headway in the most unlikeliest of circumstances. In 1983 the Tory Gov’ts cap on spending resulted in problems with the building of phase two of the hospital in Bridgend in Powell’s constituency. Ray Powell took up the case with the paedophiles’ friend Wyn Roberts at the Welsh Office. Wyn Roberts was obliged to make special arrangements for the funding of the hospital and Ray was delighted to be able to tell his constituents that they would be getting the first rate hospital that they deserved. But Wyn Roberts found himself doing a few other remarkable things to help Welsh causes after he or his colleagues in the Welsh Office had received a visit from someone in a position to remind them that a vicious paedophile gang was operating in north Wales and that the Welsh Office knew all about it (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

 

Janice Gregory was a damp squib as an AM, she was labelled an ‘under-performer’ and a lot of people wished that she’d bugger off. She got into politics via her father. From 1991 Janice worked as political secretary for her dad. That was the year of the Great Stuffing Over of me and a number of my friends who knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – the year in which there was an attempt to frame me for a serious crime, with which St George’s Hospital Medical School was complicit (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’), the year in which two of my friends who worked in the media had their careers ruined….

As a result of working for her dad, Janice will have been party to a great deal of information – including information about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Janice was also active in the local constituency Labour Party, was of course wimmin’s officer for the Party and Chair of Ogmore Wimmin’s Forum. Janice’s wiki mentions that ‘several other family members were active in Labour politics’. I bet that family ran fucking Ogmore.

 

One of Wales’s celebs lived at Ogmore – the well-known poet Danny Abse. Most people who have heard of Danny Abse but who didn’t actually know him have heard of him as a poet. But Danny Abse was also a Top Doctor and he practised as a Top Doctor for 30 years. Danny trained at the Welsh National School of Medicine, King’s College London and the Westminster Hospital Medical School. The Welsh National School of Medicine concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles for years. Two of the ringleaders in this were Professor Kenneth Rawnsley (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy’) and Professor Sir William Asscher who, after spending many happy years concealing a paedophile gang in Wales, then took up the post of Dean of St George’s Hospital Medical School in London, where Asscher concealed another paedophile gang as well as research fraud and serious misconduct (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Asscher did of course continue with his earlier interest in concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent  Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

Danny Abse was from a family of psychoanalysts and he and his brother Leo dabbled in analysis themselves. Psychoanalysts of Leo and Danny Abse’s generation concealed a great deal of sexual abuse.

 

Leo Abse was the Labour MP for Pontypool, 1958-83 and Torfaen, 1983-87. Abse was a very good mate of George Thomas and could be relied upon to get George Thomas out of trouble when people who had been molested by Thomas made a fuss about it (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse paid some people to keep quiet and threatened to have others imprisoned. (Abse was a lawyer and a not very pleasant one, so a threat from him was quite effective.) It was Leo Abse who provided the cover story when in 1984 George Thomas was hospitalised as the result of contracting an STD. George Thomas and the Top Doctors really loved each other – Thomas was involved with raising funds for medical charities and in return no Top Doctor ever squealed. Kenneth Rawnsley’s wife, Dr Elinor Kapp  – who was a child psychiatrist working in south Wales – was a Trustee of the City Hospice from its founding. The City Hospice was originally known as the George Thomas Hospice, but it changed its name when Thomas’s molesting activities became publicly known.

 

Paul Murphy succeeded Leo Abse as Labour MP for Torfaen. Murphy had long been associated with Torfaen, he’d been a Torfaen Councillor for years whilst Abse was the MP for the constituency.

 

The thing that I noticed which coincided with Alun Michael’s resignation as First Secretary was the submission of the Waterhouse Report to the Secretary of State for Wales, Paul Murphy. I’m fairly sure that as soon as it was handed over, Alun Michael was out of the door.

Any expose of the truth behind – and the extent of – the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would have sunk numerous politicians, from all parties, in both Westminster and the Assembly. It would have been well worth people putting their heads together and creating a distraction just as that Report was submitted. As one of the creatures said in Jungle Book, ‘You create a distraction, then I’ll rescue Mowgli’.

So as Janice accused Andrew Davies and resigned the Whip, as Plaid made a fuss about the failure to secure Treasury matched-funding, Mowgli scuttled off back to Westminster to the arms of the man who has a great deal to lose if the truth ever does emerge re the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, because his wife was mates with all the lawyers who kept it quiet by standing by in silence as witnesses and victims went to prison or died – a man called Tony Blair.

 

Perhaps Delyth Evans could tell us exactly why Mowgli decided to get the hell out of the Welsh Gov’t in Feb 2000. Delyth did well out of it though – she didn’t even need to stand in a by-election to succeed Alun Michael as AM, because Delyth was the second name on Labour’s regional list of candidates for the seat of Mid & West Wales and under the Assembly’s election rules, no by-election is necessary for the regional seat, the next candidate is automatically appointed.

Delyth won’t have just been in a position to dig up the dirt whilst she worked for Alun Michael, Delyth’s previous career was built upon having access to dirt and keeping schtum, which was why she will have ended up as Michael’s Spad and on the regional candidates list.

Delyth was working for the Labour leader John Smith when he died in circumstances in which the Top Doctors at Barts found themselves unable to save his life. Now there’s a warning to everyone.

Delyth went to Aberystwyth University when the place was run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Before going to Aber, Delyth went to Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen. Delyth was a pupil at Rhydfelen when the drama teacher John Owen taught there. The John Owen who molested his pupils for years and was protected by Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority and the WJEC (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). John Owen also wrote for children’s TV and the HTV Wales and S4C stayed loyal to him as well. He killed himself just before he was due to stand trial and Menna Richards paid her respects at his funeral – the Menna who for years was one of the most senior people employed at the BBC, Delyth’s former employer.

Delyth joined the Labour Party in 1984, when the Windbag was busy concealing organised child abuse and the associated abuses in psychiatry (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘I Warn You…’). The Windbag who was the President of the Students Union at Cardiff when Dafydd’s partner in crime Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) was a student at the Welsh National School of Medicine. After he graduated, Tony Francis worked in the Dept of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff. Of which the Head of Dept and Professor was Kenneth Rawnsley.

 

Alun Michael’s Spad Julie Crowley was the Press Officer for the Labour Party, 

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that Alun Michael is a distant relation by marriage of Blair’s big buddy, paedophiles’ friend Lord Bruce Grocott (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’).

 

As well as relying upon the paedophiles’ umbrella that was Lawrence Conway, another person upon whom Rhodri’s ship depended was Kevin Brennan. Brennan was Rhodri’s case worker, researcher, campaign manager and then Spad. Brennan sat on Cardiff City Council, 1991-01 and served as Chair of the Finance Committee, Chair of the Economic Scrutiny Committee and Vice-Chair of Economic Development.

Brennan stood down as Rhodri’s Spad to accept the nomination as the candidate for the Westminster constituency of Cardiff West, Rhodri’s old Westminster seat, after Rhodri stepped down to concentrate on his role as FM. Brennan was elected as the Labour MP for Cardiff West in 2001. Blair appointed him an Assistant Gov’t Whip in 2005 and in June 2007 Blair’s successor Gordon appointed Brennan as junior Minister for Children, Young People and Families in the new Department for Children, Schools and Families. Well who better for such a role than Kevin who kept quiet about so much organised child abuse whilst he spent all those years at Rhodri’s side?

Brennan then held the position of Parliamentary Secretary for the Cabinet Office in Gordon’s Gov’t, 2008-09; then Minister of State for Further Education, Skills, Apprenticeships and Consumer Affairs with responsibilities in both the Department of Education and the Department of Business, Innovation and Skills. Following the 2012 General Election, Brennan continued this role in a Shadow Ministerial capacity before Ed Miliband appointed him as Shadow Minister for Schools. Under Jeremy Corbyn, Brennan was Shadow Minister for Business, Innovation and Skills, 2015-16. He is at present Shadow Minister for Heritage and the Arts.

Brennan was born in Cwmbran. He went to St Alban’s RC High School in Pontypool and then Pembroke College, Oxford. Brennan graduated in 1982 and was elected President of the Oxford Union in the same year, with support from William Hague. Hague supported Brennan’s candidacy over those from the left of the Conservative faction in the Union. Brennan then returned to Wales  and completed a PGCE at University College Cardiff in 1985. Brennan also completed a Masters in Education Management at the University of Glamorgan (now the University of South Wales) in 1992.

In 1982, Brennan joined the Cwmbran Community Press as a journalist. He joined the NUT in 1984 before becoming a teacher at Radyr Comprehensive School in 1985 – Radyr was the village in which Rhodri grew up. Brennan left the school in 1994 as Head of the Economics Department. 

Brennan had a major triumph the year after he was elected to the Commons. In July 2002, the steel manufacturer Allied Steel and Wire (ASW) entered receivership and many of their employees were told they would not receive their full company pensions because of a fund shortfall. Brennan had many former workers of Allied Steel & Wire as constituents and he tabled an Early Day Motion in the Commons in Nov 2002 calling for compensation. Brennan threatened to table an amendment to the Pensions Bill if the Gov’t did not offer any help. After Brennan carried out his threat to table the amendment, The Indie reported that Tony Blair faced the ‘biggest backbench rebellion’ of his career. Ultimately, Brennan was successful. The BBC reported he was ‘instrumental in extracting the government’s commitment to establish a £400 million fund to provide compensation for workers who lost their pensions when their firms went bankrupt’.

No doubt the former steelworkers in Brennan’s constituency were most grateful, but I wonder how they would feel if they knew how their MP had twisted the arm of Tony ‘I’m a pretty straight kind of guy, but my wife is mates with God knows how many radical lawyers who ignored a vicious paedophile gang who killed some of their victims and I’ve put quite a few people in the Lords after they had done exactly the same thing’ Blair?

‘It was all a long time ago.’

Unfortunately those who built their careers upon the silence surrounding the dungeon, the rapes, the buggery, the beatings, the fatal car accidents, the bodies which were found hanging from trees, stairwells and in prison cells and the five people who were killed by the firebomb in 1992, are still with us.

Are you having a good time in Westminster Kevin? I bet it’s even better for freebies than Cardiff City Council!

In 2009, Brennan came under scrutiny during the expenses scandal for claiming various items, including a £450 television claimed for his London second home which was delivered to his family home in Cardiff. He claimed for bunk beds for his daughter while the expenses system was intended exclusively for items for the MPs use. Brennan said he bought from businesses in his constituency and the items were for use in his second home. He called the story a ‘smear with no basis in fact’. As opposed to my account of my experiences with the people whom Kevin protected for years, which is backed up by 10,000 documents…

In 2014, Brennan led a campaign with musician Billy Bragg to lift a blanket ban on prisoners having access to guitars. Brennnan held a Westminster Hall debate on the subject to try and get the Gov’t to overturn the ban, citing the importance and the efficacy of music as a means for the rehabilitation for prisoners. The Gov’t agreed and prisoners can now have access to the instruments. Does that include people still banged up because they were fitted up by the paedophiles’ friends Kev?

 

I’m thinking of Howard Hughes, who’s still languishing in prison after being convicted of the rape and murder of Sophie Hook in Llandudno in 1996 on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all except for the word of a convicted child molester (see post ‘News Round Up – And Murder Most Foul’). The North Wales Police were forced to release Howard after they initially arrested him because they could find no reason to detain him for any longer. Then one of them searched Howard’s house and very conveniently found a stack of child porn. The pathologist who gave evidence at Howard’s trial was Donald Wayte, who is married to Avril Wayte – Avril presides over the notorious shambles that is the pathology service at the Betsi Board and she’s also a Trustee of Dafydd’s charity CAIS. Howard spent time in Bryn Estyn as a boy where he claims he was abused. His application for compensation was rejected on the grounds that he was a convicted sex offender himself. When he was a young man, Howard also passed through that other prison of the paedophiles, ‘a hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’, Garth Angharad.

Howard Hughes has learning disabilities and can barely read and write. But then the North Wales Police probably wrote his statement for him anyway.

 

Our Kev fancies himself as a bit of a popster. In 2016, following Jo Cox’s murder, Brennan put together the ‘Friends of Jo Cox’ to record a charity single to raise money for the Jo Cox Foundation. The Friends of Jo Cox included the Parliamentary rock band MP4, the Commons choir, MPs from other parties and a group of famous musicians. The song was a cover of The Rolling Stones’ ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’. The Stones waiving their royalties for the Jo Cox Foundation.

Kev – a former Denbigh patient used to wander around Bethesda destitute, visibly malnourished and badly neglected by the mental health services because ‘she is very difficult and we’re not helping her’. This lady repeatedly told me that when she was young she was a groupie who had sex with Mick Jagger. As far as I was concerned the jury was out on that one, but I do know that the same lady was sexually exploited by a number of other people who pretended that they didn’t know her. And a patient who was of a similar vintage to her was sterilised on the orders of the mental health services ‘because she’ll get pregnant’. That was certainly a risk, because the staff were shagging her. So next time that you see Mick Kev, perhaps you could ask him if he remembers the lady from Bethesda. While you’re at it you could also mention the words ‘Mandy Smith’ to Mick’s mate Bill Wyman.

Kev, the reason why the Windbag et al were protecting the reputation of the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd as well as Dafydd’s empire at Denbigh was because the Windbag’s mate Tony Francis ran the empire at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Whilst I was on Tony Francis’s ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd I watched a 19 year old female patient receive a punch in the face from a adult male patient. No provocation at all from her, he just walked up and smacked her one. The matter was not reported to her parents and certainly not to the police. No-one could work out what the man who punched her was doing on the ward anyway. He was a drug user from Llandudno, didn’t seem to be distressed or ill himself and used to have stand up rows with the Angels boasting that he was homeless and was in hospital until he was housed and he ‘wasn’t going to a fucking hostel either’. He didn’t. He kipped in the hospital until a decent flat was found for him. Which was a bloody site more than anyone else got.

The drug patients were Dafydd’s responsibility. Dafydd had a few beds in Ysbyty Gwynedd…

 

Rhodri’s other Spad who hit the big time was of course Mark Drakeford, who was the Professor of Social Policy at Cardiff University. It was Drakeford who was responsible for Rhodri’s famous ‘Clear Red Water’ speech, which was used to signal that the Welsh Gov’t was not going to adopt Blair’s Third Way. Not only did Rhodri forget to use the key phrase ie. Clear Red Water, but Drakeford had previously worked as a social worker for Dyfed County Council whilst a paedophile gang with links to Dafydd et al was at work down there. Which was probably why the Welsh Gov’t had to roll over and have its tummy tickled by Blair when Blair felt like it, because none of them were actually in a position to stand up to him and tell him to take a running jump let alone put Clear Red Water between them and Westminster or indeed even implement any of the more radical ideas that Drakeford published as an academic.

When Drakeford became Health Minister in 2013 and the Top Doctors were busy causing havoc whilst still eliminating vulnerable people, Drakeford made a point of ‘sitting down and talking’ to the BMA. The BMA must have thought that Christmas had come. Drakeford obviously had a talent for sitting down and talking to people when he probably shouldn’t have. Rhodri’s book mentions how helpful it was that when Drakeford was his Spad, that Drakeford would hold regular ‘Saturday coffee meetings’ with Mike Hines, the Lib Dem Group Secretary, to ‘sound out’ the Lib Dems. I am not suggesting that Lib Dems cannot be socialised with, but something underhand must have been going on because Rhodri stressed how by Drakeford doing this there was ‘no trail’ back to Rhodri or any Ministers.

In the same way that Kevin Brennan took over Rhodri’s Westminster seat in 2001, Drakeford took over Rhodri’s Assembly seat of Cardiff West when Rhodri stepped down in 2011. Rhodri and Drakeford went back a long way. Drakeford is described by Rhodri as an ‘old friend from Cardiff West’ who was a South Glamorgan County Councillor when Rhodri was a newly elected MP in 1987. The South Glamorgan County Council that had as members of many other friends and relations of Rhodri – the South Glamorgan County Council that was involved in the scam that was the development of Cardiff Bay (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’) and was at the centre of much corruption (see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’).

Then Drakeford was Rhodri’s Parliamentary agent in the 1992 General Election. The one which the Windbag and his coterie really thought that the Windbag was going to win. The one which John Major won just a few days before that firebomb killed the five witnesses to the paedophile ring in north Wales (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). The first police investigation into the possibility of the existence of a paedophile ring operating in north Wales took place in 1991-93. The North Wales Police concluded that no paedophile ring existed. Drakeford could have told them otherwise but he didn’t.

Rhodri mentions another one of his pals, Geoff Mungham, whom Rhodri describes as a ‘sociologist from Cardiff University’ although I note that Mungham’s senior lecturing post at Cardiff was in the Centre for Journalism Studies. Mungham died in 2003 and in his tribute to Mungham, Kevin Brennan stated that Mungham, through ‘his teaching probably did more to promote Cardiff to the world than any official agency’.

 

Mungham had been with the Centre of Journalism since 1971 and was a colleague of Brennan’s on Cardiff City Council. For many years Mungham was City Councillor for Splott. He was Secretary of the ‘Cardiff Says Yes’ Campaign for the Welsh Assembly.

Splott is a disadvantaged area of Cardiff. A friend of mine who was at medical school in Cardiff during the 1980s told me that she felt that a lot of the Top Doctors working in the University Hospital at Cardiff had a rather bad attitude to people in Splott and that this attitude was passed onto medical students. In those days, in their third year at Cardiff (ie. the first clinical year) the medical students used to be allocated a patient who was attending ante-natal clinics, to follow her through her pregnancy and the months afterwards, the idea being to study the development of a family. My mate was quite angry when the other students commiserated with her that her patient was from Splott. Particularly as the lady from Splott turned out to be very nice.

Cardiff City Councillors will have known that people from Splott were putting up with this sort of bigotry but they won’t have said a word.

 

Cardiff School of Journalism is very grandiose and pompous and has become particularly so since the arrival of Richard Tait, or as Tait’s mate Michael Grade emphasises, PROFESSOR Richard Tait. That’s the Michael Grade who in the 1980s offered his ticket to the Edinburgh Festival to Leon’s Brittan’s brother Samuel, after Samuel threw a hissy fit because the fully booked and sold out Festival couldn’t provide him with a ticket and accommodation at the last minute when he demanded it. How do I know this? Because my mate was working in the box office and was the person who refused to pull strings for Samuel Brittan, Samuel Brittan then wrote to Big Mike and Big Mike wrote back to Brittan telling him how appalled he was that my friend wouldn’t work a fiddle. My friend’s head was demanded on a plate but as a consequence she was given copies of the correspondence between Samuel Brittan and Michael Grade and we all had a good laugh at Michael Grade’s shameless toadying. We realised what the purpose of the toadying was when Grade became head of Channel Four not long after.

Michael Grade is now a Tory peer and everyone bangs on about his charisma and how you can tell that he’s got leadership qualities because he wears red braces and matching socks. Which as far as I can see, anyone can do although not everyone has spent their lives toadying to people because their brother is a Home Secretary. A Home Secretary who presided over a thoroughly rotten Home Office, who is known to have covered-up very serious crime related to the organised abuse of children and who has been named as a possible abuser himself.

The climax of Richard Tait’s journalistic career was ‘Nationwide’, which featured Frank Bough and Michael Barratt as well as Richard Stilgoe playing a piano and singing little ditties. Frank Bough obviously had rather more about him because he was subsequently the centre of a scandal involving prostitutes and bingeing on drugs and the BBC kicked him out. Which was a little inconsistent with their remarkably tolerant attitude to Jimmy Savile.

Richard Tait was a BBC Governor and when the Governors were abolished because of the row over Hutton, Tait was allowed to stay on with Michael Grade as a member of the new BBC Trust. Whilst Tait was a Governor, he Chaired the Governors’ Programme Complaints Committee, which heard appeals against complaints regarding BBC programmes. One of the complaints which Tait investigated came from a viewer who had watched a BBC programme about worms which was presented by Ben Fogle. Ben Fogle had described the worms as ‘slippery little suckers’ and the outraged viewer wrote in and complained because he was convinced that Ben had called the worms ‘slippery little fuckers’. I presume that the viewer in question must have been a sort of Dafydd, someone who just experiences imaginary unacceptable goings-on all around them all the time and complains (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate). The BBC explained that the Complaints Committee had watched the programme four times and that the word used to describe the worms was definitely ‘suckers’.

So that’s what PROFESSOR Richard Tait, friend of Michael Grade, actually does with his time between the pompousing, the dinners and the meetings.

However, I’m sure that Richard Tait could prove very useful indeed to colleagues at Cardiff who might have close connections to Rhodri and would prefer that certain matters did not ever find their way into the media.

One of Geoff Mungham’s specialist areas was ‘political propaganda’.

‘Redesigning Democracy: The Making Of The Welsh Assembly’ is a volume co-authored by Geoff Mungham and Kevin Morgan. Kevin Morgan currently holds a Chair in the School of Geography and Planning at Cardiff and he is also Dean for Engagement at Cardiff. Kevin Morgan did his first degree at Leicester University in the mid 1970s. Whilst a great many people in that institution were concealing the activities of Greville Janner who was elected as a Labour MP in 1974 (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). Janner’s family came from Cardiff and Janner was born there. The Janners are a legal family and Greville Janner had many links with both the Labour Party and the legal world in south Wales. From the late 1970s until 1989 Morgan worked in Sussex University, which is located at Brighton. The kids in care in north Wales were trafficked to brothels in Brighton and London owned by John Allen. The firebomb which killed the five north Wales witnesses was thrown into a building in Brighton. I would imagine that Kevin Morgan might well have known something about sex trafficking in Brighton whilst he lived there as a result of the sort of research that he was involved with. Kevin Morgan has been a member of and Chaired numerous Welsh Gov’t committees.

 

Rhodri’s autobiography mentions another academic whom he knew, Drakeford’s friend Mike Sullivan, Professor of Social Policy at Swansea University. Mike Sullivan is also Swansea University’s Vice President (Strategic Partnerships), Director Designate of the Morgan Academy – now which Morgan would that be named after? – and the Vice Chancellor’s Adviser (External Relations). Sullivan’s Chair is in the School of Management, because Richard Davies, the VC whom Mike advises, shut down great swathes of Swansea University some years ago, including the Social Sciences bit. Richard Davies was also accused of giving jobs to his friends and there was such discord that the staff protested to the University Visitor – which was HM Queen Lilibet – in an attempt to have Davies removed.

Davies wasn’t removed, which might have been related to Swansea University being virtually run by the friends and relatives of Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). No doubt as long as there is a job for Rhodri’s brother Prys and others close to Rhodri’s heart, Richard Davies will stay. Richard Davies even gave Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain a job after Chamberlain retired from St George’s Hospital Medical School, after Chamberlain had concealed a paedophile gang of which one member was the Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke and serious misconduct, including a major research fraud which resulted in Chamberlain having to resign as President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists (see post ‘I  Don’t Believe It!’).

Richard Davies also gave a home to Professor Hilary Lappin-Scott after she departed from Bangor University against her will, having single-handedly nearly destroyed the place during her short but notable time there (see post ‘News Round-Up, March 16 2017’). Satan-Scott was given control of Swansea’s Business School – I don’t know why, because she’s a microbiologist, but then she declared herself to be a gender specialist on the grounds that she was female (Hilary – men have a gender too). After Hilary took over the management of Swansea’s Business School, allegations of workplace bullying flew, there were numerous staff resignations, people gave jobs to their wives and friends and the students held a protest because they claimed that the Business School had acquired such a dreadful reputation that their degrees had been devalued as a result.

 

Mike Sullivan’s web page explains that he has worked as an applied social scientist for the last 30 years. He is an ‘acknowledged international authority’ on the politics of social policy and has carried out research on: the Labour party and social reform, the effectiveness of educational systems; devolution and social policy and the impact of state intervention on family and kinship patterns. Mike has acted as a consultant to the Serbian, Montenegrin and Hungarian governments in developing frameworks for public policy.

Over the last decade, Mike has provided advice and developed health policy for the Welsh Government. From 2007 to 2010 he was Spad on public policy to Rhodri. Mike has worked extensively with local authorities, the NHS and the Third Sector.

So Mike knows all about the mountain of shit as well then – although it doesn’t feature in his publications. Which will be why in 2010 Mike was elected to a Fellowship of the Royal Society of Medicine ‘in recognition of his contribution to health policy development and analysis’.

Mike claims that ‘he never wished to become part of University management but somehow it happened’. Just like that! Richard Davies’s adviser – it can happen to anyone.

 

There was another high profile figure in the Labour Party who was around for most of Rhodri’s career about whom I have so far said very little on this blog. I was reminded by someone who left a comment recently that I do need to discuss him. That is Robin Cook.

Because of the way that Robin Cook died and this happening not long after he fell out with Blair over the invasion of Iraq, a number of conspiracy theories have arisen as a result of Cook’s death. I tend to think of this when I think of Robin Cook, particularly since I met people in Scotland who really did seem to think that someone had helped Robin wave a fond farewell to this world.

The other thing that I always remember about Robin Cook is that he was married to a Top Doctor, always referred to as ‘Mrs Cook’, who exacted a very effective revenge after Cook left her for his secretary Gaynor. Mrs Cook wrote a splendid book which put the boot into Robin in a very entertaining way and did him a great deal of damage. Mrs Cook’s book among other things alleged on the part of Robin Cook serial adultery, excessive drinking, contempt for his colleagues in the Labour Party and dreadful personal habits. Mrs Cook acquired a cult following and was given a job as an agony aunt in a newspaper or magazine and she also took to the airwaves in Scotland and began broadcasting. I went on holiday to The Gambia just after Mrs Cook had published her book and I was gobsmacked to find that Mrs Cook was the talk of The Gambia as well – they had heard about her on the World Service. I was really impressed when a number of people asked me if I knew Mrs Cook – well I suppose that I was from the UK, so I could have bumped into her somewhere. During the discussions that I had about Mrs Cook in The Gambia, I discovered that the reason why she’d taken The Gambia by storm was that she was being compared to the wives of African leaders and as one young man told me ‘no wife of an African leader would ever have dared do that’. Well they aren’t Mrs Cook.

When I realised the extent of the pleasing of the Top Doctors that had gone on among Labour Party figures and the wilful ignoring of the naked greed and criminal behaviour of some leading lights in the BMA, I did bear in mind that Mrs Cook was a Top Doctor – a consultant haematologist – and that she and her network will have been ruthlessly colluded with. What I had missed however was that during his time as the MP for Edinburgh Central, 1974-83 and Livingstone, 1983-05, Robin Cook served as the Shadow Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1987-89 and then as Shadow Secretary of State for Health, 1989-92, under the Windbag. That puts Cook at the scene of a great many crimes – the Windbag ignored some pretty horrific things on the part of the paedophiles’ friends during those years. The death of Michael Carr MP at the hands of Walton Hospital (see post ‘News From Sicily’) for one, as well as the excesses and serious crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘I Warn You…’).

Cook was a Scottish Labour politician so he will have known much about the people and the events discussed in my post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’,  as well as all the other dirt that everyone at Westminster picked up. Medicine is an incredibly incestuous world and Mrs Cook being a Top Doctor in Scotland married to an MP who later became a Cabinet Minister – Foreign Secretary at that – will have mixed with the best in Top Doctor Circles. Mrs Cook will have known Dr Death, as well as Sir Kenneth Calman, who served as Chief Medical Officer for Scotland as well as for England and Wales and who moved mountains in terms of concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’). Mrs Cook will have known Sam Galbraith, the Top Doctor who was begged to become a Labour MP by someone whilst the Windbag led the Party just when it looked as though all might be revealed about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘I Warn You…’). The plan to get Big Sam on side rather backfired on the Windbag and Tony Francis, because Sam Galbraith turned out to be a complete shit who didn’t have any interest in being a politician, who insulted the rest of them and who made it quite clear that they were a load of fools and that he was a neurosurgeon who was going to do what he felt like and furthermore the purpose of Gov’t chauffeurs and official cars was to take Galbraith out from Glasgow to his boat at weekends.

Rhodri states in his book that he was friends with Sam Galbraith.

Windbag – was there anyone at all whom you wouldn’t toady to in your attempts to become PM? Sam Galbraith must have been the worst recruitment decision that you ever made, you might as well have invited Dafydd to become a Minister, he’d have probably done less damage.

 

Robin Cook has to shoulder a great deal of the blame for the idiocy which reigned supreme under the Windbag – it was Cook who managed the Windbag’s leadership campaign in 1983. Cook was considered a moderniser and assisted the Windbag and Mandy in this.

Cook went back a long way, he was an MP in Wilson’s and Callaghan’s Gov’ts so he will have known about the skulduggery over which they presided and the scandals that they kept quiet – including George Thomas and Greville Janner and of course politicians from other parties doing equally unsavoury things such as Cyril Smith, Jeremy Thorpe and Sir Peter Morrison. Cook was a member of the Tribune group of the PLP and in 1988 was elected to the NEC.

Mrs Cook may have known another Top Doctor who facilitated the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles – Dr DGE Wood, the corrupt GP. Wood came from the Bristol area, went to Bristol Medical School and his parents continued to live down there after Wood moved to north Wales. Wood’s father was a Top Doctor as well. Mrs Cook came from Bristol and she and Robin were married there. Evidence in my possession shows that Wood was very pro-active in approaching people who were in a position to assist him in running the sex trafficking ring or doing me damage – I also think that Wood had some sort of connection with Dr Death.

In true Top Doctor style, Mrs Cook delivered a boot to the groin of Blair and the Gov’t in 2002. She resigned from her job as a Top Doctor, claiming that the NHS was being used by Blair’s Ministers as a ‘political football’. Of course it was Mrs Cook and the Top Doctors took maximum advantage of that. If the NHS wasn’t used as a political football, Dafydd et al would have simply been arrested and charged – instead the BMA used the desperation among politicians to conceal what was going on to negotiate high salaries for themselves. Mrs Cook’s criticisms sound very familiar – there’s not enough money for Top Doctors, there’s a recruitment crisis and she can’t bear the stress anymore. Just imagine the stress if you were illegally imprisoned in a dungeon in Denbigh Mrs Cook and everybody ignored the crimes of the person who had done it.

Mrs Cook was a haematologist. So she’d know about the ‘tainted blood’ scandal – which resulted in NHS patients knowingly being given infected blood products over many years under different Gov’ts, many of those patients subsequently dying. Mrs Cook would also know about other blood borne infections. Such as HIV. Furthermore Mrs Cook worked in a hospital in Edinburgh – in the late 80s/early 90s Edinburgh had one of the worst rates of HIV infection.

Mrs Cook will have known that the only way that Chief Medical Officer Sir Donald Acheson persuaded Thatcher and Norman Fowler to allow the ‘Don’t Die Of Ignorance’ HIV public education campaign which made references to gay sex was because Acheson had explained slowly and clearly that this was an infection which led to a terminal illness, that there was no effective treatment and that the chances of becoming infected were particularly high if people were having promiscuous gay sex. As Thatcher and Fowler knew damn well that some of their colleagues were using rent boys for this purpose and could well die, the public education campaign was given the go ahead. Mrs Cook will also have known that the young men dying of AIDS in the late 80s receiving visits from Princess Diana who ‘had been rejected by their families’ were very frequently the kids who had grown up in care and had been trafficked for sex. They died without anyone admitting what had happened (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

Someone else who knew about the gore that was being kept quiet by the DoH was David Miliband. Rhodri Morgan wrote the Health part of the 1992 Welsh Labour manifesto with the Health Advisory Group – although I don’t remember seeing any mention of the abuse and trafficking of kids in care and then keeping them in a dungeon if they complained in that manifesto. Miliband was working as an advisor at the time and argued with Rhodri over the wording of the manifesto – Miliband wanted a form of wording that the NHS unions and the Socialist Health Association would be happy with. They just mustn’t be upset must they.

Gov’t car for you and your family out to your boat on a Saturday Dr Galbraith? No problem.

 

David Miliband did of course share the same Uncle Harry who was popularised by Ed Miliband. Uncle Harry aka Professor Harry Keen who inspired and cared and was dedicated to the NHS. Uncle Harry who had a Chair at Guy’s and St Thomas’s, who’s colleagues became millionaires by abandoning their NHS patients whilst they buggered off down to Harley Street for the rest of the day – the Guys and Tommy’s where Dafydd’s mate Professor Jim Watson established his sex therapy clinic, after having slummed it over at St George’s for years where he’d concealed the paedophile gang along with everyone else there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Uncle Harry was a member of the Socialist Health Association (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). As was Dr Brian Gibbons, who was appointed Health Minister in Rhodri’s Welsh Gov’t and who wrote to me saying that ‘this correspondence is over’ when I told him that I had documentary evidence of serious criminal activity in the NHS in north Wales.

 

David Miliband will have known about the abuse of vulnerable people before 1992, because his first job after he left university in 1989 was as a political analyst at the National Council for Voluntary Organisations (NCVO). Not only were many of the organisations under that umbrella concealing the abuse of vulnerable people – such as MIND – but many of the people working in the NCVO, particularly at senior levels, had concealed abuse and wrongdoing themselves in their previous jobs in services where vulnerable people, including children, had been abused.

From 1989-94, Miliband worked as a Research Fellow and policy analyst at the  IPPR. He was appointed Secretary of the IPPR’s Commission on Social Justice upon its foundation in 1992 by the then leader of the Labour Party, John Smith.

Uncle Harry’s nephew is certainly a man who knows about social justice. He must have been good at keeping his mouth shut as well because in 1994 Blair appointed Miliband as Head of Policy and he contributed to Labour’s 1997 General Election manifesto. After Labour’s election victory, Blair made Miliband the de facto head of the PM’s Policy Unit, a position which Miliband held until 2001.

In 2001 David Miliband was elected as Labour MP for South Shields. So Miliband joined all those other mates of Blair’s in the north east who were keeping the lid on the paedophile ring up there which had operated for years and had strong links to Dafydd’s lot in north Wales.

As far as Miliband goes, the rest is history – Minister of State for the Cabinet Office, Foreign Secretary, mate of Hillary Clinton’s and now the President of the International Rescue Committee.

And it all began when Miliband ensured that the wording of the 1992 Labour manifesto was acceptable to people who were colluding with a paedophile gang…

 

Obviously with Rhodri having an interest in health policy, Rhodri was keen to contribute in any way that he could, so he supplied bad news NHS stories to the Mirror, to let everyone know just how much patients suffer under Tory Cuts. As opposed to when Tony Blair chucks money at the Top Doctors and Mrs Cook still tells everyone that it’s all dreadful and the stress has made her resign, in the same way that many GPs are now retiring in their mid to late 50s because they can’t take anymore. It does of course help that their pension pots are so big that unlike most other people – except of course the Denbigh nurses who retired at 55 to spend time on their yachts or at their second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter from North East Wales MIND’) – GPs can retire in their 50s and still enjoy a comfortable life.

 

The Wales NHS horse was mercilessly flogged again for the 1997 General Election campaign. Blair made a campaign visit to Wales on 2 Feb and he visited Ty Maeth, the HQ of the RCN in the grounds of the University Hospital of Wales. Rhodri’s wife Julie was the host MP! Julie was present at the public unveiling of the RCN’s new childcare system. As Julie Morgan was a former social worker who’s colleagues were involved in concealing child abuse and Julie had previously been the Deputy Director of Barnardo’s whilst some Barnardo’s staff abused children in their care and also had links to Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, Julie was clearly the right person to be doing that. Whilst Blair was being taken on the RCN tour of North Korea, elaborate plans were being laid in north Wales to transfer me to a secure unit after framing me for ‘threatening’ an Angel – an Angel who would, a few months after Blair met the NHS staff of Pyongyang, obligingly perjure herself (see posts ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ and ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’). Blair’s tour also included a visit to the University of Glamorgan (now known as the University of South Wales), an institution which has excelled in giving honorary degrees and fellowships to those who have protected the paedophiles and patient batterers, including the Director of the RCN in Wales, Tina Donnelly (see post ‘Oh To Be In Receipt Of Academic Honours’).

 

John Major also visited north Wales in the 1997 General Election campaign. He gave his last Welsh Conservative Party speech before the election at Kinsale Hall Hotel, Flintshire, at the heart of the paedophiles’ biggest umbrella. Kinsale Hall Hotel is near to Holywell and the other places where many former staff of the North Wales Hospital lived. Whilst Major was addressing the paedophiles’ friends, not so far away in Ewloe Sir Ronnie Waterhouse had opened the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

There are a couple of other references in Rhodri’s book to visits to Paedophilia Central by senior New Labour figures at the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Philip Gould went to Wrexham to conduct two of those focus groups which made him a laughing stock. The focus groups in question concerned people’s views on devolution. New Labour didn’t bother to dispatch anyone to make any inquiries about the paedophile gang which had its centre at Wrexham in the guise of Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn for so many years. Nearly every councillor and MP in the region was colluding with the gang, but someone could have had a word with the Labour Wrexham Councillor Malcolm King who was the one person who wasn’t (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’).

 

When the devolution campaign begun, Blair himself arrived in Wrexham. I bet he gave Councillor King a wide berth. Rhodri states that Blair was greeted as a Messiah and that there was a huge turn out. From what is now known about how Thatcher’s and Blair’s campaigns were organised, it was highly probable that there was nothing spontaneous about that huge turn out.

 

Previously on this blog I have discussed how the trade unions not only failed to blow the whistle on the abuse of children in care and psychiatric patients but actually provided abusers with protection in terms of legal advice and support even in cases where it was admitted that they had abused the people whom they were paid to care for (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People?’). David Williams, a former Angel from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh held senior roles in COHSE for decades and ended up as the General Secretary.  The corrupt MSF reps at St George’s Hospital Medical School were using their knowledge of criminal wrongdoing to simply gain more power and status for themselves.

In terms of those abusing children in care, NUPE and NALGO defended them under all circumstances. Some of those accused of abuse, including in north Wales, were shop stewards in these unions. Whistleblowers found that these unions would not respond to their concerns. Although Alison Taylor was a paid-up member of NUPE when she raised concerns about the abuse of children in north Wales and when Gwynedd County Council took disciplinary action against her, NUPE dropped their representation of Alison after being subject to ‘persuasion’ by Gwynedd County Council. One social worker in north Wales who was guilty of serious abuse of children was nonetheless represented by NALGO who negotiated an early retirement package for him. A psychiatrist’s letter was produced in support. I think that I can guess which psychiatrist might have written that letter.

There is no doubt that people at the top of the unions representing abusers knew what the score was and exactly whom they were protecting (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’ and ‘I Warn You…’).

Rhodri’s book supplies the names of some of the key figures in the union movement in Wales – Rhodri himself was associated with the TGWU. George Wright is mentioned as the Welsh T&G Area Regional Secretary. Wright became General Secretary of the TGWU and General Secretary of the Wales TUC. Wright famously stated that he knew what his members wanted and that was ‘one person, one vote: I’m the person’. Wright was a protege of the TGWU’s leader Jack Jones. These were very powerful men at one time. If they had wanted to take on Dafydd and the paedophiles they could have. Rhodri mentions that Wright’s deputy in running the Wales Region of the T&G was Jim Hancock – Hancock was Chair of the Welsh Labour Executive.

Jim Hancock became Regional Secretary of the TGWU. In Nov 2000 the TGWU was accused of ignoring local people in Bethesda at a commemoration of the centenary of the Penrhyn Quarry lock-out. The dispute was an historic one and was a key step in the development of trade unionism. The TGWU inherited the mantle of the pioneering old North Wales Quarrymen’s Union, which merged with the TGWU in the 1950s. People in Bethesda were not only not invited to the event but few of them even know about it. Tom Jones, the organiser of the TGWU in north Wales, stated that no snub had been intended.

Among the ‘VIPs’ who were invited were Rhodri; Derek Gregory, the Chairman of TUC Cymru; the actor John Ogwen (who came from Bethesda); paedophiles’ friend Glyn Owen, the Chairman of Gwynedd County Council; paedophiles’ friend Betty Williams, Labour MP for Conwy; Lord Dafydd Elis-Thomas, Presiding Officer of the National Assembly and Tom Jones, Jim Hancock and Jimmy Elsby, representing the TGWU.

I have heard Dafydd Elis-Thomas speak about the need to rescue the patients and then close down the Hergest Unit and I saw him give a paedophiles’ friend a good bollocking for giving Wales a bad name on one occasion, but I am not aware that ANY of the other ‘VIPs’ named above had ever shown any interest at all in the plight of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles – and Glyn Owen and Betty Williams were most definitely of the paedophiles’ friends themselves. Gwynedd County Council hosted the paedophile gang – Owen was Chairman and Betty Williams had sat on the Council for years whilst the paedophile gang were busy. Betty also failed to respond to Hergest patients who contacted her after they had suffered abuse at the hands of staff and had me thrown out of Tesco when she was campaigning in there after I asked her why she was ignoring what was going on in the Hergest Unit.

In 2005 a ding dong in Court revealed serious abuses of procedure at the TGWU. Hancock was named in the case as was Mr Harriet Harman aka Jack Dromey.

 

In 2010 the UCU expressed fears about the future of Coleg Harlech after Jim Hancock was commissioned by the Welsh Gov’t to report on the future of the Coleg and recommended that there should be no more investment there. Coleg Harlech has now died a death, which is a great pity because I know some people who maintain that Coleg Harlech transformed their lives and some very good historians were employed there, although sadly there was a contingent of paedophiles’ friends lurking within.

As the UCU shed tears over the future of Coleg Harlech, it reminded everyone that what ‘makes Coleg Harlech so unique is the residential provision it offers. For the most vulnerable learners, including ex-offenders, people with mental health conditions and drug addicts that have kicked their habits, this is vital.  It places them in a safe, supportive environment where they can learn and where they can begin to turn their lives around’.

So the well-paid of north Wales suddenly woke up to the fact that the scant educational provision for the people whom had been kicked in the teeth for decades whilst the well-paid remained silent was about to disappear and that the well-paid were in danger of losing their jobs. Christ, let’s have a campaign!

Whilst UCU shed crocodile years over the fate of vulnerable students, Eileen Tilley, the UCU rep at Bangor University, colluded with the paedophiles’ friends in attacks on those who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints (see post ‘News Round Up, May 12 2017′) because Eileen wanted a seat on the National Executive of UCU.

In 2001 Coleg Harlech merged with the WEA (north Wales). The north Wales WEA was/is dominated by the paedophiles’ friends. I witnessed one such leading light in the WEA -Annie Williams – give a lecture on the plight of the insane and the poor in Beaumaris in previous centuries. Annie got quite a few things wrong but luckily there was someone in the audience who actually knew about the subject and was able to advise Annie. At one point Annie pretended to cry at the knowledge of how the insane and destitute were treated in those days and she made comparisons with the Tory Cuts of today. One of Annie Williams’s colleagues at the WEA is friendly with an Angel in the Hergest Unit who is mistreating one of his kids. Annie’s colleague knows about this but is protecting the Angel and asked me to stop telling people that patients were being abused in Hergest.

When Annie Williams found out that I had an interest in Wimmins’ Studies (or as some of us would say, gender theory) and that I worked at Bangor University, Annie presumed that I worked with Meri Huws aka the Crack of Doom. I explained that I didn’t and mentioned the name of the person whom I did work with, a man who had come under serious attack for spilling the pints of the paedophiles. Annie made a contemptuous noise, wrinkled her nose, walked away and didn’t speak to me again. Well my former colleague might be in possession of testicles Annie, but he’d have never made the elementary mistakes that you made in your lecture. Neither did he collude with a gang of child molesters and those who protected them.

 

 

 

 

Other bigwigs from the TGWU in Wales with whom Rhodri was mates were Nev Taylor, Teifion Davies and John Bingham.

Liz Lewis was the north Wales TGWU organiser. I have not been able to find out anything about Liz other than that she was based among the paedophiles’ friends in Flintshire. There is a passing reference to Liz Lewis on a ‘Red Watch’ website which seems to have been created by some sort of far-right group and features photos and info about who Red Watch believes are dangerous Commie revolutionaries.

Two of my former colleagues from Bangor University are featured on the website. One of them is Julia Wardhaugh, a criminologist whom Red Watch believes is a ‘Marxist Feminist’ and an expert in ‘hate speech’. Red Watch, you really don’t need to worry about Julia – she caused much resentment at Bangor because she could barely make it into work most days. She has sat in Bangor University for years drawing a senior lecturer’s salary whilst much more junior staff – or even unpaid postgrads – do virtually all of her work for her. I never worked out whether Julia was a paedophiles’ friend because I only ever saw her about a dozen times during the years that I worked in the same academic dept as her. I used to speculate with a friend about what Julia actually DID when she wasn’t coming to work. Did she just sit at home watching TV? Or was she going on Himalayan expeditions? She could have been doing the latter because she wasn’t seen for months at a time. The occasions on which Julia did appear however were when meetings were being held to discuss plans to oppose any redundancies in the university. She made sure that she turned up to them. You have nothing to worry about Red Watch, Julia Wardhaugh will not be leading the revolution, she could never be bothered to put in the effort required.

Another Dangerous Revolutionary outed by Red Watch was Professor Charlotte Williams, formerly of Bangor University, latterly of Keele University. Charlotte Williams was a good deal more industrious than Julia and Charlotte is one of the few people who has published intelligent work on black ethnic identity and Welshness. Charlotte has thought about that a lot, because she is black, grew up in Bethesda but is not Welsh speaking and throughout her whole life has been told that she isn’t really Welsh. Charlotte Williams is well known in north Wales because she was subjected to an all out hate campaign by a group of paedophiles’ friends. God they hated Charlotte, they made her life hell. She was subjected to overt racism for daring to be black and when a leaving party was held for her at Bangor it was attended by a paedophiles’ friend who told a student ‘I am only going to make sure that she does leave’. Whatever Charlotte published was trashed by a paedophiles’ friend – usually a deeply unpleasant man called Glyn Williams aka Glyn Patagonia. She never achieved the recognition that she deserved which was why she left Bangor University – it was quite clear that Charlotte was never going to be given the Chair that she obviously should have one day. She went to Keele and was given a Chair very quickly.

However there is a huge mystery surrounding Charlotte. She absolutely must have been a paedophiles’ friend herself. She spent decades working in social work, both as a social worker, a tutor and then as Director of Social Work at Bangor University. She sat on numerous Welsh Gov’t committees advising on social work throughout the paedophile years and was awarded the standard gong of the paedophiles’ friends, an OBE. Charlotte grew up and worked for virtually her entire career in the midst of Paedophilia Central. She definitely knew what was happening but as far as I understood – and I knew a number of people who knew Charlotte well and liked her – she never, ever said one word or raised a concern about the rampant serious abuse which she knew was happening. She was also very frosty to me and avoided me like the plague although she knew that I was good friends with someone who had been very supportive to her.

I have to be fair and entertain the notion that Charlotte might have been simply scared shitless of the murdering bastards. Well you’ve retired now Charlotte, you are well away from them and I think that as a key witness to what they did, you now need to come forward and give evidence.

I don’t know where Charlotte is living now, but after a life and career spent in north Wales she upped and went to Australia for a few years, but later returned to the UK. As I remember, Charlotte felt the call of Oz just as Operation Pallial launched the re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Charlotte must have returned at some point after the Macur Review confirmed that Waterhouse was no cover-up and that the paedophile ring in north Wales was not linked with rings anywhere else and there were no Westminster figures involved. I don’t think that Lady Justice Macur interviewed witnesses though. She couldn’t, they’d buggered off to Australia after they got wind that the Review would be taking place.

 

So there were a great many people providing protection to a paedophile gang and those who facilitated it. The unions of course paid for the best legal representation. The solicitors of the GMB were a company called Leo Abse and Cohen…

 

There was a Labour MP who was also a great friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles who has so far escaped being mentioned on this blog. Gareth Thomas, the MP for Clwyd West, 1997-05.

Gareth Thomas ticks just about every box in terms of the criteria needed to be of outstanding service to Dafydd and the paedophiles. Thomas was born in Penygroes in Gwynedd, but grew up on Merseyside – however he is a fluent Welsh speaker. He graduated in law from Aberystwyth University in 1976 and worked in the insurance industry and in the West Indies. Since 1986 Thomas has been a barrister in private practice, specialising in personal injury. Thomas is a member of AMICUS. MSF, the union whose corrupt reps at St George’s concealed so much wrongdoing, became part of AMICUS after a merger.

Gareth Thomas was a member of Flintshire County Council, 1995-97 and in 2001 was appointed PPS to Paul Murphy, Secretary of State for Wales. In 2002 he moved with Murphy when Murphy was appointed Secretary of State for N Ireland.

Thomas lives near Ruthin and now works as a barrister at Atlantic Chambers Liverpool.

Blair must have been delighted to have Thomas representing that seat whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was going on and then when the cover-up was published.

 

 

 

Previous posts including ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ provided details of the insanity and corruption which prevailed (and still does prevail) in the mental health services in north Wales, as evidenced by the documents in my possession – the lies being told about and to patients, the complete failure to investigate the most serious complaints and the lies subsequently told that complaints had been properly investigated but had been found to be groundless, the constant attempts to prosecute patients who had complained, the admissions that staff were committing perjury to do this and the collusion with all this by scores of people at the highest echelons, as well as by numerous lawyers.

I mentioned that I have many documents that contain clues that documents have been forged or amended/written at a later date than claimed. This seems to be true of a number of documents which are alleged to be correspondence between Alun Davies and the Welsh Office in 1988 and 1989.

In July 1989 an inquiry was finally held into my earlier very serious complaints about Dafydd, Tony Francis and Gwynedd Social Services, regarding events in 1986-87. The hearing was organised by Professor Robert Owen the corrupt Medical Ombudsman appointed by the Welsh Office (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) and was led by Professor Robert Bluglass, who was as corrupt as the rest of them, who knew Dafydd and was a close colleague of Tony Francis’s former mentor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Most aspects of my complaint were not even investigated and evidence from an Angel that Dafydd had lied to Bluglass during the hearing was ignored as was evidence from Angels that Dafydd had entered into a corrupt deal with Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station to unlawfully arrest and imprison me (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). Bluglass concluded that Dafydd and paedophiles were ‘caring’ people who had been ‘harassed’ by me and that I was a psychopath with a ‘homicidal capacity’ who would ‘end up in Broadmoor’.

It was very, very difficult ever getting that farce of an investigation. Letters from me to NHS officials were simply ignored, which is where these allegations of me ‘harassing’ people arose from. I had to write to both Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities repeatedly, because I was either not receiving replies or when I did, barefaced lies were told. Gwynedd Social Services refused to speak to me even on the phone and after only my second letter of complaint to them they served an injunction on me preventing me from writing to them ever again – an injunction gained on the basis of the perjury of two social workers, one of whom had never met me (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). My complaint re Gwynedd Social Services was that I had been threatened by Alun Davies and then unlawfully detained in Ysbyty Gwynedd by one of their social workers. I now have documents that demonstrate that was exactly what happened. The complaint has never been investigated. Months after serving the injunction on me, Gwynedd Social Services tried to have me imprisoned for breaching it – on the basis of their staff perjuring themselves in Court in Chester (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

The letters written to other people by Mr D. Hinchliffe, the administrator at the North Wales Hospital, demonstrate that Hinchliffe repeatedly wrote to Dafydd after I complained, but Dafydd ignored Hinchliffe’s letters. Peter Higson couldn’t get a reply out of Dafydd either and Hinchliffe and Higson agreed that Dafydd wasn’t following complaints procedures. Their solution was for Hinchliffe to write to me and tell me that my complaint had been investigated and was found to be groundless. This was happening during 1987. The letters demonstrating that this was happening were written by D. Keith Jones – a senior nurse at the North Wales Hospital – David Ewart at the Mental Health Act Commission Regional Office in Liverpool and Dr Duncan Egdell of Clwyd Health Authority, as well as by Dafydd, Hinchliffe and Higson. Names mentioned on the letters – people who were colluding with this way of dealing with serious complaint – included Terence James (social worker) and Dr Ramiah Ramaiah, one of Dafydd’s corrupt Top Doctor associates who turned up to ‘assess’ me whilst I was in Denbigh and concluded that I was most wicked . All of these people were involved in a flat refusal to ensure that any investigation took place and that a series of lies were told to me and indeed about me.

On July 13 1987 Hinchliffe wrote to Dr Duncan Egdell regarding Dafydd not responding to my complaints. The letter explains that the Mental Health Act Commission were also complaining about delays in response to their complaints and that they will be writing to Clwyd Health Authority. Hinchliffe states ‘I am therefore writing to advise you of the current situation and at the request of the Members of the Health Authority attached to the Unit [North Wales Hospital] to see whether you could offer any assistance in resolving the situation’. CC Mrs Mars-Jones, Mr Drennan.

Mrs Mars-Jones – referred to on another document as Mrs D. Mars-Jones – I am fairly sure is the wife of David Mars-Jones from near Denbigh. I think that David Mars-Jones is the younger brother of Sir William Mars-Jones, corrupt judge and paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). I have been sent information alleging that Mars-Jones’s son Adam – who became a very well-known novelist – as a young man used to visit Bryn Alyn. Adam Mars-Jones is gay and wrote a biography of his father in which he claims that his father was incredibly homophobic and thought that Adam could be ‘cured’ by sex with the right sort of (female) people. I presume that Mrs Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority.

Letters written by Dafydd to Hinchliffe (dated 21 July 1987) and by David Ewart to Hinchliffe (dated 8 Aug 1987) make reference to the plan and attempt by Dafydd to have me framed and imprisoned for ‘attempting to stab a doctor with a knife’) (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Ewart himself was fully on board with this conspiracy.

A letter from Duncan Egdell to Hinchliffe dated 27 July 1987 states that ‘I enclose herewith for your information and that of Mrs Mars-Jones and Mr Drennan (to whom I am copying this), a copy of a letter I have today sent to Dr DA Jones though I have not indicated that on the top copy that I am doing so. I do hope it achieves the desired effect and shall look forward to hearing whether it does’. Copies to Mrs D. Mars-Jones and Mr R.F. Drennan.

What was going on? I can find no clues among my documents as to what Egdell was up to – but it was obviously a bit of deception involving Hinchliffe, Dafydd, Mrs Mars-Jones and Mr Drennan.

David Ewart wrote to Hinchliffe on 11 Sep 1987 pointing out that the Mental Health Act Commission still hadn’t had answers to two questions posed in their letter of 11 June. By this time Ewart had probably found out that the plan to imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a junior doctor’ had not worked. Ewart had initially been under the mistaken belief that they’d got away with it because Dafydd jumped the gun and wrote to Ewart telling him that I had been taken to Risley Remand Centre – Dafydd didn’t realise at that time that the police had protected me from further false allegations by Janice Davies the senior nurse at the North Wales Hospital and that a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd had made a statement which evidenced that it was a lie that I had tried to stab someone and so I had been released from Bangor Police Station.

On 5 Jan 1988 PM Rees (an administrator with Gwynedd Health Authority) wrote a ‘note for file’ referring to a meeting ‘this afternoon 4 Jan 1989’ between Prof Owen, Alun Davies, Sandra Phillips, PM Rees and Robyn Williams (an administrator at Gwynedd Health Authority). Rees explains that he phoned Duncan Egdell of Clwyd Health Authority to ask if my original letter to him detailed my complaints about Gwynedd Health Authority. Egdell confirmed that it did and that a letter had been received from me ‘ages ago’, but neither Egdell or anyone else addressed my complaints because ‘it was none of their business’. Rees noted that ‘it apparently did not occur to them to send us a copy so that we could look into the Gwynedd aspects of the complaint ourselves’. Rees stated that Egdell will be faxing my letter over to Gwynedd, that he ‘will communicate this information to Prof Owen’ and will instigate the first of the two stages of the clinical judgement complaints procedure ‘as quickly as possible with a view to having it dealt with (if considered still necessary) at the third stage hearing, tentatively to be held at the end of Jan’.

PM Rees dates the note as 5 Jan 1988, but refers to a meeting that day, 4 Jan 1989. If one was dealing with normal people, this could be explained as a simply typo. But we are not talking normal people here as we shall see.

This memo is extraordinary anyway. Not only because of the apparent lack of communication between Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities, who were responsible JOINTLY for providing the psychiatric services in north Wales – Gwynedd patients were regularly sent to the North Wales Hospital although it was managed by Clwyd and Dafydd had beds at Ysbyty Gwynedd and held clinics there, although his contract of employment was held by Clwyd – but also because of Gwynedd’s claims not to know the details of my complaints against them. They had received numerous letters from me detailing my complaints – Tony Francis had served a High Court injunction on me stopping me from writing any more of them to him and Gwynedd Health Authority were consulting with the crooked Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park with a view to also gaining an injunction against me stopping me writing letters of complaint. They were in no doubt at all regarding the details of my complaint. Furthermore, the Mental Health Acts Commission by then had also written to Gwynedd Health Authority asking them to respond to their own questions after I had written to the MHAC. The MHAC had told Gwynedd Health Authority that the appropriate report and documentation had not been provided by Gwynedd Social Services when I had been threatened by Davies and then detained at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the autumn of 1986 – so that detention was unlawful…

Gwynedd knew exactly where the land lay, even if Duncan Egdell couldn’t be arsed to write to them.

This memo was in my files alongside an undated ‘report’ about me written by Tony Francis. It is a substantial report in which Francis does his best to present his skills as a psychotherapist. His conclusion is simple – that I am a ‘paranoid litigant’ who’s complaints cannot be taken seriously and have no substance. Which is exactly what Dafydd said about Mary Wynch when she sued him after he had her unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year – Mary won that case (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

There is a letter to PM Rees from Duncan Egdell with a copy of my original complaint to Egdell (which was dated 2 March 1987) and letters of complaint written by me on 10 and 11 Dec 1987 because my original complaint had not been addressed. My letter of 11 Dec 1987 addressed to Mr Griffiths, the General Administrator of Clwyd Health Authority, mentioned that I am now writing to him because I have received a letter from Hempsons (the MDU solicitors) who are threatening to seek my imprisonment on the grounds that my letters of complaint to Gwynedd Health Authority broke the personal injunction that  Francis obtained against me. (I was not imprisoned because I had not broken Francis’s injunction.)

This letter from Egdell was dated 4 Jan 1989. Again, it would normally be presumed that this was just an error and it was meant to be 4 Jan 1988 – but when I looked closely at some of the other documents, it was clear that there was something highly irregular about many of them.

On 20 April 1988, Duncan Egdell, Community Physician, finally wrote to the Medical Officer for Complaints at the Welsh Office regarding my complaint about Dafydd. Egdell wites ‘please note that some of the enclosed papers are libellous [an interesting way of describing the most serious aspects of my complaint about Dafydd]. I am sending them to you under confidential cover because you have a legitimate interest in receiving them. We do have to guard ourselves against any allegations that we have ‘published’ libellous material’. Egdell mentions in his letter that he doesn’t know which Medical Officer will be handling the case. Yet in Jan 1988 PM Rees had documented a meeting to ‘discuss’ me as a result of my complaint – to which Prof Robert Owen and Uncle Tom Cobley and all had been invited. Although Rees stated that the meeting took place in Jan 1989…. QUE???

Presumably the ‘libellous material’ concern is why there do not seem to be any official records anywhere of the many complaints from patients about Dafydd’s sexual misconduct. No-one could write them down because it would libelling Dafydd! Which explains why in 1989 Bluglass stated that I described my interactions with Gwynne the lobotomist in ‘highly negative terms’. What I remember saying to Bluglass – and to a number of other people – was that Gwynne had sexually propositioned me, lied about me to discredit me, that Dr DGE Wood told me that I was ‘not allowed to complain’ when I did complain and then yelled at me to ‘drop it or you will find yourself in trouble’.

You didn’t tell me that people were going to try to murder me Wood!

 

I have a copy of an internal memorandum from Tony Francis to Alun Davies dated 29 Nov 1988. It thanks Davies for a letter from Duncan Egdell and states ‘please note that he requests copies [underlined] of the notes rather than the originals. I would be grateful if [my] notes could be kept in the hospital as I may need them for the coming High Court action’.

This memo isn’t signed by Francis, it simply has ‘pp’ and then two initials – a D and another one which looks as though it is a G, an E or a B. It it stamped as being received by Gwynedd Health Authority, 30 Nov 1988.

I have in my possession a letter purporting to be from Alun Davies to Mrs L. Canning, Welsh Office, Cathays Park, Cardiff, dated 1 Dec 1988. [Lesley Canning was Prof Robert Owen’s secretary.] It reads ‘Please find enclosed three copies of the Gwynedd case notes for this lady. will forward my correspondence when photocopying done’. Davies also stated in this letter that he was ascertaining who the Registered Medical Officer was and who the police surgeon was who saw me at Bangor Police Station when Dafydd had me arrested in Dec 1986.

This letter is not signed – despite accompanying the delivery of confidential documents crucial to an investigation.

I also have a copy of a letter purporting to be from Alun Davies to Chief Inspector Parry, Bangor Police Station, dated Dec 1988 – I can’t work out the day, the typing is blurred. Davies says in this letter that he’s been asked by the Chairman of the Inquiry Panel [ie. Prof Robert Owen] to ascertain who the police surgeon was.

The letter is not signed. Which seems a little odd for an NHS official writing to a Chief Inspector regarding an Inquiry after a patient alleged serious criminality on the part of the NHS, the social services and the police.

I have a copy of a letter to Alun Davies from ‘Superintendent for Chief Superintendent’ – signed by what looks like someone called Edwards or it might be Rowlands – dated 12 Dec 1988. it makes reference to ‘your letter of 7 December 1988 regarding the above named and her complaint to Clwyd Health Authority’. The letter informs Davies that Dr K Shah was the police surgeon who attended Bangor Police Station after Dafydd ordered that I be arrested in Dec 1986 and that Ann Williams was the social worker. The letter is signed and stamped as received by Gwynedd Health Authority, Ysbyty Gwynedd, on 18 Dec 1988. The letter bears the address of the North Wales Police Divisional HQ at Maesincla, Caernarfon and is marked with ‘ref TJE/CVD’.

I have a copy of an internal memorandum from PM Rees but signed by ‘SA Phillips for PM Rees’ [which will be Sandra Phillips, who rose to high office as a corrupt NHS manager in the mental health services in north Wales]. Alun Davies’s name appears at the top of the document., which is dated 15 Dec [no year]. It states ‘I refer to my memorandum of the 21 Nov 1988. I understand that Dr Francis has no objection to disclosure of [my] case notes to the Independent Professional Review being held in Clwyd and I should be grateful therefore if you could let me have two copies as soon as possible’. There is a reference to the ‘last letter’ that they had received from me, in which I had the temerity to dispute that Dafydd was my doctor. I did indeed do this. At no point did I ever ask to see Dafydd. In the autumn of 1986 I was unlawfully detained at Ysbyty Gwynedd and the Angel in charge of the ward Bridget Lloyd refused to let me go until I’d spent 20 mins alone in a room with Dafydd. Dafydd tried to talk to me about sex, I refused to discuss any such thing with him, asked him what the hell he thought that he was doing, whereupon Dafydd told me that he would only let me go if I agreed to leave the town of Bangor immediately and if I ever returned I’d be arrested. I thought ‘fuck you, you’re the second pervert who’s threatened me during the course of their employment as a psychiatrist, I’m not keeping quiet about this’ – although I did leave Bangor immediately because a few days later I was due to start an MSc at Hammersmith Hospital and I realised that these people were capable of anything. Thus the war began…

From then on Top Doctors constantly told me that Dafydd was my doctor and that I had to be referred back to him – even Top Docs in London. No-one could do anything without speaking to Dafydd first. Because he was ‘my doctor’ who ‘knew all about me’.

 

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter from Alun Davies to Prof Robert Owen, Medical Officer for Complaints, Medical Investigation Dept, Welsh Office, Cathays Park, Cardiff, dated 16 Dec 1988. The letter says ‘I enclose two sets of correspondence that we have received from [me]’. The letter also states that ‘Ann Williams of Gwynedd Social Services attended the police station’. This letter was not signed – despite transmitting crucial evidence with regard to an Ombudsman’s investigation.

After Dafydd demanded that I be arrested in Dec 1986, an amazingly pleasant, fair social worker was called by the police and ordered to section me ‘because Dr DA says so’. The social worker refused, had a row with the policeman and left. She was one of the few social workers whom I encountered in north Wales who had an understanding of the law, was not prepared to abuse it and was able to talk to clients. Although this lady was not prepared to break the law that night, everyone else was, which was how I ended up in Denbigh a few hours later (see post ‘Hippocratic Oaf or Hypocritic Oaf’). I spent years trying to trace this social worker. I was told by everyone – including the police and Alun Davies – that there was no record of a social worker visiting me in Bangor Police Station that night. At the hearing in July 1989 Bluglass told me that there was no social worker in the police station that night – he really didn’t know what I was talking about…

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter from Alun Davies to PM Rees (general administrator from Ysbyty Gwynedd), dated 20 Dec 1988. It reads ‘I refer to your memorandum of 15 Dec 1988. I confirm that I have already forwarded three copies of [my] case notes to Professor Owen’s office in Cardiff’.  Davies’s letter states that before I was taken to the North Wales Hospital in Dec 1986 by the police on the orders of Dafydd, that Dafydd had seen me in the police cells. He hadn’t – that’s why my detention was unlawful. No-one had provided any evidence that I was ill and sectionable. Bluglass himself in his report compiled in the summer of 1989 admitted that there was no documentary evidence anywhere that Dafydd had seen me before I was taken to Denbigh. So had Bluglass not seen this letter that Davies had sent to Rees months before? If Dafydd had seen me in the cells, where was the documentary evidence?

This letter from Davies to Rees is not signed. Which is surprising in view of the potential legal ramifications of my allegation that Dafydd unlawfully imprisoned me…

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter written by Alun Davies, dated 22 Dec 1988. It reads ‘I have been contacted by Professor Owen who has been nominated to Chair a Medical Review Enquiry Panel concerning complaints made by [me]…Professor Owen believes that it would be helpful to have an informal meeting to discuss [me] and I therefore write to invite you to a meeting on Wednesday 4 January 1989 at 2 pm in the Committee Room at Ysbyty Gwynedd. If you are not able to attend another date can be arranged.’ The letter is not signed. A ‘distribution list’ names  Tony Francis, Mrs J Evans [presumably Julie Evans, a particularly noxious social worker who has never met me but felt able to spend many years telling people that I was dangerous and she wouldn’t like to think of her kids living near me. Julie was happy to emphasise this after I began working as a school teacher], Jeff Crowther, Dr DGE Wood, Mr PM Rees.

The letter is not signed.

Wood was invited to the meeting although he was no longer my GP. This was known – on 23 June 1986 Alun Davies sent a memo to a minion of Bernard Rhodes (the General Administrator for Gwyned Health Authority) stating that I had transferred  from Wood’s practice. This memo also mentions that the MDU had become involved in  my ‘case’ – Dr Ian Sanderson was the person at the MDU whom they were communicating with. Sanderson has featured in previous posts on this blog – Sanderson did his best to assist the paedophiles’ friends in their attempts to imprison me, although he knew that they were perjuring themselves. DGE Wood had not been named as part of my complaint, so why he had been invited to the meeting I do not know.

I have a copy of a letter purporting to be from Lesley Canning, Prof Owen’s secretary, based at Crown Buildings, Cathays Park, Cardiff, dated 23 Dec 1988, to Alun Davies, thanking him for the two sets of correspondence concerning me.

I have a copy of a document purporting to be a letter from Debra Lewis, Secretary to Alun Davies, to Professor Robert Owen. It is dated 29 Dec 1988 and is addressed to Owen at his home – ‘Bryn Celyn’, Pwllycrochan Avenue, Colwyn Bay. The letter begins ‘Further to our recent telephone conversation regarding a meeting on Wed 4 Jan 1989 at 2 pm to discuss [me], Dr DGE Wood has contacted me…’ The letter offers contact between Wood and Owen.

The letter is not signed.

 

After Bluglass had given Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends the all clear, Prof Robert Owen wrote to Alun Davies on 2 Aug 1989 to thank him ‘most sincerely’ for the ‘excellent way’ in which he organised the Professional Review. The note claimed to have been dictated by Professor Owen and signed in his absence.

 

In view of the number of errors on these documents, the number of them which are unsigned, even when dealing with allegations of serious misconduct and criminality or when accompanying crucial confidential packages of evidence to the Welsh Office and the number of times that the contents of the letters contradict each other, the only conclusion that I can draw is that some of these documents – if not all of them – are forged. After Bluglass cleared Dafydd and the paedophiles of wrongdoing and declared me to be a dangerous murderous psychopath, within three months there was a serious attempt to declare me insane and have me transferred to a high security hospital – without my knowledge, whilst I was living in London (see post ‘The Night of The (Dr Chris) Hunter). The stakes were very high for Dafydd and the paedophiles at that time because Alison Taylor wouldn’t shut up and Mary Wynch had made legal history in her case against Dafydd and had gained press coverage.

I believe that at some point after the Owen/Bluglass Inquiry, Alun Davies, staff of the Welsh Office and others wrote a stack of letters and pre-dated them, giving the appearance of a paper trail demonstrating that Gwynedd Health Authority had followed all the appropriate procedures in the wake of my complaint. They hadn’t. Upon receiving my complaints, they were ignored. I persisted and was then threatened, unlawfully detained in psych wards, served with High Court injunctions and finally subjected to regular attempts to fit me up and have me sent to a high security hospital or prison.

I believe that when Owen and Bluglass organised their farcical inquiry into my complaints, the documentation from Gwynedd Health Authority had not even been sent to the Welsh Office, although I know that the records from Clwyd had. That lot conducted business entirely by having a word with each other on social occasions or off the record and by lying through their teeth when necessary. I have other documents in my possession which were definitely forged and I caught Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends red-handed amending records on a number of occasions – the first person whom I caught bang to rights doing this was Gwynne the lobotomist. The Waterhouse Report contains references to a forged letter found in the possession of Lucille Hughes heaping praise upon two abusers employed as children’s home managers – allegedly written by someone who had complained about being abused by them.  Waterhouse also refers to constant inaccuracies in the records of kids in care in north Wales. Children alleged that they stayed in certain homes and were assaulted by members of staff of which there was no record. Because Waterhouse was Waterhouse he interpreted this as witnesses lying. No they weren’t, the paedophiles’ friends lied constantly and forged documentation.

I was told that there was no record of the social worker Ann Williams visiting me in Bangor Police Station and I was told that no clinical psychologist visited me in Denbigh. He did – it was Nigel Stennet-Cox and I am in possession of a letter in which it is stated that Stennet-Cox is to be told not to speak to me if I contact him and everybody else is to tell me that they don’t know who I’m talking about. On 22 Feb 1988 an Angel called Bob Ingham told me that he was social worker Keith Fearns when he dragged me along a corridor and injured me. The lies and misrepresentation were constant and routine. Alun Davies noted in writing that he was keeping my medical records at his house and the medical records staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd admitted to removing documents from my files. Accepted practice was not followed in any way.

 

Two more anecdotes to illustrate how business was – and still is – conducted in the NHS in north Wales.

I have mentioned a number of times previously how in the late summer of 1987 Brown listened in to a number of phone calls between Dafydd and me. Dafydd tried to threaten me into dropping my complaint about him by saying that he would have me imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and when that didn’t work he tried to bribe me. Dafydd told me that if I dropped my complaint he would ensure that I was given a place at Liverpool Medical School – he maintained that he was friends with Professor Richard someone or other and all he needed to do was to have a word with the criminal with a Chair at Liverpool. I was so gobsmacked that I just stopped the conversation. Brown heard every word of what Dafydd said in all the phone calls. I made a complaint about Dafydd’s attempts to threaten and bribe me. I was ignored – as ever – so I pressed the point. I was told that I had no evidence and of course Dafydd would never do such a thing. So Brown wrote a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority, in which he stated very clearly what he had heard. We heard nothing in response.

I raised the matter of Dafydd’s bribery and corruption with Bluglass at the Inquiry – two years later. Dafydd told Bluglass that of course he had not tried to bribe me, he had ‘spoken supportively’ to me as he would have to any ‘young person overcoming health problems and hoping for a career’. So which health problems was I overcoming then? Was it the  disturbed personality disorder, the paranoid schizophrenia, the manic depressive insanity or the psychopathy with homicidal capacity? Because according to Dafydd I had the lot. At different times, depending upon what suited Dafydd. Your mate Professor Richard at Liverpool must be a very understanding man Dafydd.

As the war continued and Dafydd geared up for action again in about 1993 and further ludicrous allegations were made about me, Brown and I resurrected the matter of Dafydd’s threats and bribes – which had still never been investigated. I persisted and was told to produce evidence. So Brown wrote another letter. Ian Rickard, at that time the Head of Mental Health Services and Project Manager at the Hergest Unit, told me that he had not received Brown’s letter when I asked why we hadn’t received a response. So Brown wrote another letter.

By 19 May 1995 there had still been no investigation – although I have a letter sent by Alun Davies to Dafydd regarding the matter. Davies asks Dafydd for a response to his previous letter about it of 15 Feb 1995. Davies tells Dafydd that ‘I am sending correspondence to Dr Jeffries in order that he is aware of the complaint and time lapse in not having a response’.

Dr Jeffries was the Medical Director of the Clwydian Community Health Trust and/or Clwyd Health Authority which at that time held Dafydd’s contract.

On 6 Sep 1995 Jeremy Corson, the Medical Director of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, wrote to Dafydd regarding my complaint and Brown’s letter. Corson offered to meet Dafydd to discuss it with him…

On 19 Dec 1995 John Mullen the CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust wrote me a letter denying that Dafydd had threatened or tried to bribe me. Mullen stated that ‘he spoke to you at considerable length in a supportive way as he would have done to other young persons in a similar position hoping to recover from health problems and to proceed with a career’. Presumably Mullen had just looked back at Bluglass’s Report some seven or eight years before and repeated what Dafydd said to Bluglass because Dafydd had ignored all requests to respond to correspondence about the matter. Furthermore Dafydd ‘totally refutes the allegations’ which had been investigated by Bluglass in 1989 anyway. When Brown’s letter was ignored and Dafydd was allowed to trot out horseshit about speaking supportively to me…Silent copies of Mullen’s letter had been sent to a number of people including a Dr J Gilbonthavis or a Dr J Gilboravis of the MDU.

I did remember Dafydd speaking to me at ‘considerable length’. He was on the phone for at least half an hour trying to bribe me. I can remember exactly what Dafydd said before he made the offer of a place at Liverpool Medical School – ‘some of my colleagues would rap me on the knuckles for saying this’. No they wouldn’t Dafydd, you were involved in serious organised crime and every one of them colluded with you after I complained. As for speaking to me at length – when I next spoke to Dafydd after failing to accept the bribe, he went absolutely bananas because I had not withdrawn my complaint. He yelled at me ‘I spent a whole thirty minutes speaking to you the other night’ and then he slammed the phone down.

I wrote back to Mullen saying that there had obviously been no investigation.

On 17 Jan 1996 I received a letter from John Mullen stating that ‘The Trust has done its best to investigate the allegations about the telephone conversation with Dr DA Jones and I don’t feel we can do any more or could add anything to my previous reply’.

There is a copy of one of Brown’s letters about the phone calls – to Ian Rickard, dated 6 Feb 1995 –  in my files. A handwritten unsigned note accompanies it asking ‘What shall we do about Dr Brown’s letter?’ An unsigned handwritten message next to that one says ‘do not reply’.

 

Jeremy Corson is now listed as a Public Health Specialist in Cardiff and also as a partner in Corson Diaz Consulting Ltd, a company on Parc Menai, Bangor. The following testimonial appears on the website of Joseph Lawrence, Chartered Tax Advisors – Accountants:

 ‘I established my business as a Freelance Public Health Consultant in 2001, having completed a 22 year career in the NHS. Peter and Anthony had also decided to establish their own accountancy business in 2001 after a number of years working in North West Wales. I was therefore one of their first new clients. My self employment has involved a range of work within Wales/UK and overseas, particularly in the Caribbean, and Joseph Lawrence have been able to guide me through the requirements for VAT returns and annual accounts. In 2004 I ‘refreshed’ my GP training, and since then have spent half my time as a GP locum, mostly for the Royal Air Force, across the UK and in places like Germany, Cyprus and Naples. This brought further accounting issues that Peter and Anthony have been able to advise on. 5 years ago I moved from Bangor back to Cardiff, but having established our initial professional relationship, we have been able to conduct all our business, such as the annual self assessment tax return, by email and occasional telephone call. This has been especially useful when I have been working overseas when these deadlines have had to be met.”  Dr Jeremy Corson, MBChB FFPHM MRCGP DRCOG Freelance Public Health Consultant & General Practitioner

 

I wonder if Dafydd would like to write a recommendation for his tax advisors and accountants?

 

Another person who knew about the criminality of Dafydd et al was Dr Lyn Williams, the Chief Administrative Medical Officer of the Clwydian Community NHS Trustand/or Clwyd Health Authority. Lyn Williams ‘discussed’ Dafydd’s conduct with Dafydd after Owen and Bluglass’s cover-up. Bluglass’s Report was sent to the Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority – whoever that was, they will have been mates with Mrs Mars-Jones and the rest of the paedophiles’ friends who sat on that Health Authority.

A true insider was Dafydd’s secretary in 1989, Sharon Fraser.

 

Well Lawrence Conway and indeed everybody else – what have you got to say about all this?

 

There will be more accounts of the idiocy and dishonesty of Dafydd, the paedophiles and their friends with reference to my collection of documents after Easter when I return from holiday. I will also explain what happened when the Director of Nursing Services for Gwynedd Community Health Trust, Nerys Owen, did dare challenge one of the paedophiles’ friends regarding his abuse of patients.

I haven’t finished yet paedophiles’ friends…

I saw a newspaper headline a few days ago – ‘Do you know anyone as stupid as Trump?’ Definitely. He’s called Alun Davies. There might have been another one going under the name of Rhodri Morgan as well.

 

For readers’ entertainment, here’s a reminder of the timetable of the Friday Seminars for staff at the Psych Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for summer 1988:

24 June – Dr DA Jones was talking about the Assessment and Management of Drugs and Alcohol Abuse.

1 July – Mrs Caroline Bertalot was talking about The Effectiveness of Sex Therapy.

8 July – two videos by ‘Squibb’ were being shown courtesy of Mr Cecil Slater, ‘Observing Tardive Dyskinesia’ and ‘Sharing, Caring’.

15 July – Mr Dave McGhee was giving a talk called ‘Don’t Be Shy, Aspects of Social Anxiety’.

And that lot wondered why the patients took the piss out of them.

 

On 25 Oct 1989 Alun Davies wrote a letter to Mr Don Campbell (Deputy Director of Nursing Services (Arfon) telling Don that Dr Chris Hunter, Director of Forensic Services at Whitchurch Hospital, had agreed to provide a second opinion about me. Hunter is dead now – I never met him. I did not know until a few years ago that he had even provided a second opinion about me or that he had held a whole conference about me at which he took evidence from a number of other paedophiles’ friends who had never met me either. I was living and working in London when Hunter held his conference about me at Garth Angharad, the paedophiles’ prison in north Wales. Hunter concluded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and offered to provide a court report on me. I was not facing any charges at the time. But I was arrested within a few months…

Davies’s letter tells Don that Hunter’s meeting about me will take place 8 Nov 1989. On the same letter someone has scrawled an unsigned handwritten extra message to Davies – which suggests that the letter to Don had been sent around the houses and not sent directly from Davies to Don. The message says ‘Alun, John Alcock [or Akok?] WNB education officer is here for our approval (we hope) visit. It is appropriate that Jeff is involved’.

 

The WNB I think is the Welsh National Board. Jeff will have been Jeff Crowther, the psychiatric nursing officer who wasn’t as thick or as mad as his colleagues, but he did know how bloody awful they all were. Jeff was honest enough to admit to me that Dafydd was a ‘corrupt old bastard’. I suspect that Ysbyty Gwynedd was up for a visit to see of it could be deemed suitable to be used as a training centre for psych Angels. Angels were subsequently trained there. Yes, the WNB approved this bunch of lying, perjuring bastards who arrested patients if they complained and forged documents en masse.

‘As a trained mental health nurse I know how to use de-escalation techniques with paranoid patients.’ I kick the shit out of them and then my mates perjure themselves and secure a conviction of assault against them.

 

Cottaging At Castle Gate

Previous posts have discussed Ron Davies – the former Labour MP for Caerphilly, 1983-01, Labour AM for Caerphilly, 1999-03 and Secretary of State for Wales, 1997-98 – and how Blair was just about to confirm that Ron would be First Secretary (First Minister) in the soon to be established National Assembly for Wales when Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie and had to resign as Secretary of State (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). No-one ever quite got to the bottom of what had happened between Ron and Boogie because Alastair Campbell and Blair micromanaged what was made public about the incident. A number of versions of events were in circulation, including claims that Ron had been discovered starkers, or wearing women’s clothes. It was said that Ron had been mugged – yet Boogie the alleged mugger was interviewed by the police and not charged with any offence.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography has quite a lot to say about Ron – Rhodri was a good mate of his. Rhodri claims that Boogie ‘forced’ Ron to go to a cash machine, but kept Ron’s car because Ron forgot his PIN. Rhodri claims that the Boogie business came as a complete shock to him and questioned whether Ron really was someone who would ‘strike up a conversation with a total stranger from the margins of society on the grass verge on the edge of Clapham Common and then agree to go for a meal later that night with the man and his friends’.

Although Rhodri claimed to be completely surprised regarding the Boogie incident, he makes a number of other comments which suggest that he should not have been in the least bit surprised by it.

Rhodri admits that he had heard rumours concerning Ron’s ‘other life’, including information that Ron was frequenting a Turkish bath in Newport. There was rather very much more than a vague rumour about a Turkish bath.

Rhodri tells us that Brian Radford, a journo for ‘The People’, had heard rumours that Ron had driven in a private car up the A 470 and stopped at a public bogs known as a gay meeting place. Furthermore, ‘gay Welsh Tories’ had told Neil Wooding – ‘a prominent gay Welsh Labour figure’ – that Ron was ‘cottaging at Castle Gate’. In the same way that Dafydd Wigley claimed not to know what a paedophile was whilst spending decades as the MP for a constituency in which a paedophile gang operated which was assisted by some members of Wigley’s own party – including Ioan Bowen Rees, one of Wigley’s advisors – who occupied offices just around the corner from Wigley’s constituency office (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), Rhodri explained in his memoir that he didn’t know what cottaging was when he was first told that Ron was cottaging at Castle Gate.

So how did Rhodri discover what cottaging involved? A ‘Labour activist in Wrexham’ who worked as a medical secretary in Wrexham Maelor Hospital ‘where related issues’ were dealt with, one Lesley Griffiths, enlightened Rhodri. Lesley explained to Rhodri that cottaging was a term for casual sexual encounters between ‘predatory men’ which took place in public bogs. Lesley certainly knew all about it. Accordingly to Lesley, because the police regularly patrolled the bogs which were known to be used for cottaging purposes and shone torches under the doors in order to see if they could count two pairs of feet in a cubicle rather than just one, cottaging men busy in the cubicles would ensure that one of them stood in shopping bags placed on the floor. Thus the police would only spot two feet and some bags of shopping rather than four incriminating feet.

I am certainly impressed with Lesley Griffiths’ knowledge of cottaging. I didn’t know that about the shopping bags until I read Rhodri’s book. Neither did I realise that Lesley Griffiths’ work at Wrexham Maelor involved matters relating to cottaging men – I presumed that she just typed up letters concerning abdominal surgery or some such matter. In 2007, nearly ten years after Ron resigned over his liaison with Boogie, Lesley Griffiths was elected as the AM for Wrexham.

In 2011 Griffiths was promoted to the position of Health Minister and what a bloody wet blanket she was. My post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ describes how dismal Griffiths’ performance was and how she ignored correspondence from me regarding the harassment and threats that I was receiving from the paedophiles’ friends employed in the north Wales NHS. Griffiths was in post when I had to flee north west Wales after I received a midnight visitor – who was seen off by my dog – and after cars were driven carelessly in my direction at a high speed on a number of occasions. Then there was the incident when someone who had provided a statement about the harassment of me by senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust was threatened by a policeman with a gun. A few days later I was trailed through Cricieth and beyond by the same policeman with a gun…

None of this should surprise us. Whilst Lesley was busy being ‘a Labour activist’ she was a Wrexham Councillor. The Wrexham Councillors – with the noble exception of Malcolm King – completely ignored the activities of the paedophile gang on their doorstep. The victims of that paedophile gang were being taken to local GPs and Wrexham Maelor Hospital with non-accidental injuries that were never investigated. One boy with anal injuries was told that he had ‘piles’.

Lesley – if you knew about the intricacies of cottaging and you worked in a dept in the Maelor which dealt with ‘related matters’, presumably you would have been fully aware that teenaged boys don’t tend to have piles and that piles don’t result in anal injury. Although serious sexual assault does. How was it that you knew about the shopping bags but not about the paedophile ring, whereas I – who have never worked in Wrexham Maelor dealing with cottaging-related matters – knew about the paedophile gang on your patch, but not the shopping bags?

Lesley Griffith grew up near Wrexham and has spent her whole life there. How she missed that paedophile gang or the criminal Top Doctors and social workers who have surrounded her for her entire existence I do not know.

I’m not an aficionado like Lesley, but I knew back in 1984 that cottaging was going on in Bangor and furthermore that the particular brand of cottaging happening in the notorious Garth Road public conveniences did not involve consenting adult Ron Davies’s, but rather the propositioning of boys as young as eight by older men. The problem was so bad that a lady magistrate – I can’t remember her name – spoke about it to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’. She observed that it was outrageous that this was going on and she even gave a description of ‘the man in a flashy car’ who had been seen loitering around the bogs in question. The lady magistrate was particularly critical of the police whom she maintained were wilfully ignoring what was happening.

The reason why the business of the molesters in Garth Road public toilets being allowed to go about their business unhindered caused such uproar in Bangor was that Garth Road public toilets were situated directly opposite Bangor Police Station (the Police Station in Bangor relocated more recently). The police could have just looked out of their front window if they wanted to keep an eye on Garth Road public toilets.

Considering how serious the problem was, the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ paid remarkably little attention to it – they reported the concerns of that magistrate and then never returned to the subject. But then the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an interesting choice of articles. There was a vicious paedophile ring associated with serious organised crime operating in the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor but never a word was published about it. There was bugger all coverage of the matter even when the Waterhouse Inquiry was taking place.

What the Bangor and Anglesey did publish however was articles in praise of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – particularly in 1993-95 when Dafydd had become too embarrassing even for the NHS in north Wales and there was pressure on him to retire, pressure that he was doing all that he could to resist (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). The ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ entertained the patients of the Hergest Unit by repeatedly describing Dafydd as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’. Dafydd was not even a forensic psychiatrist let alone Europe’s leading. The Mail also waxed lyrical about the excellent forward thinking North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which according to Dafydd’s interviews with the journos was ‘unique’. Which I suppose was true, mental health care was and still is near-universally appalling in the UK but as far as I know Denbigh was the only institution with a dungeon for the unlawful imprisonment of the victims of a sex trafficking gang.

When I perused my medical files I discovered that the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an even cosier relationship with Dafydd than I realised. In 1988 a friend of mine who had experienced the joys of Dafydd’s idiocy and pomposity thought that it would be entertaining if we sent a completely mad letter to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ under Dafydd’s name, repeating his expressions and his crazy ideas to see if they would publish it. Our letter was remarkably similar to the nonsense that Dafydd came out with when he addressed the Welsh Baptist Union in 1971 and told them that learning Bible verses in Welsh when one is a child can protect against a ‘serious moral collapse’ (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). We sent the letter off to the Editor but to our disappointment it was not published.

Many years later I found a photocopy of our letter in my medical files. It was attached to a compliments slip from the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ (the larger sister paper of the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’) along with a note saying ‘The attached letter was sent to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail purporting to come from Dr DA Jones. He has asked me to pass it onto you.’ The note was signed ‘Penny Bosworth, reporter’ and Penny had helpfully provided everyone with her phone number – 362747 – should any of the paedophiles’ friends wish to get in touch.

As the comedian Mrs Merton would say, ‘so Penny Bosworth, how did you become so friendly with a man who was running a sex trafficking ring?’

Someone at the Mail obviously did believe that the letter was from Dafydd because it had been prepared for publication – the photocopy showed up the marks that newspaper editors make on pieces before the edition goes off to be printed. I have no idea who on the Mail realised that the letter was too crazy to even be from Dafydd and called in Dafydd’s mate Penny Bosworth.

Our spoof letter was not the only extract from the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ that turned up in my medical records. In 1996 the mental health services manager for north west Wales, Alun Davies, in collaboration with the paedophiles’ friends at even higher levels in the NHS than him, was well on the way to closing down the day centre at the Hergest Unit. The day centre was the only bit of the mental health services in north west Wales which actually worked and was very popular with the patients. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusive and threatened to assault patients in their own homes, the Top Doctors were all mad and constantly had patients arrested for bizarre and trivial reasons, most of the best staff had left the wards as the Unit had gone further and further downhill at the hands of Alun Davies, but the day centre had a number of friendly, more competent staff and was also a place where a lot of patients who were isolated and living in poverty could meet their friends and socialise.

In true ‘service user involvement’ style, the patients were told that the day centre was ‘under review’ and that they were to be ‘consulted’ about the closure. The patients were horrified to hear of the plans to close the day centre and all voted to keep it open. Because the patients had voted the wrong way, more votes and focus groups were held and the patients were told that the day centre was very bad for them and furthermore that it was ‘old fashioned’. The patients continued to vote in favour of the day centre. Then an auditor was sent in – that was a real scream, because the auditor also came up with the wrong answer. He concluded that the day centre was providing an excellent service.

Then individual interviews were held and patients were directly asked why they insisted upon attending the day centre instead of making appointments to see the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Patients responded with comments such as ‘because one of them said that he would hit me’ but that wasn’t recorded. Instead it was recorded that patients were ‘misusing’ the NHS by visiting the day centre in order to access the coffee facilities and lunches. That was true for some patients, but what wasn’t recorded was that numerous patients were living in such poverty that they couldn’t afford sufficient food. This was because the Arfon Team and Top Doctors had not told most patients about their entitlement to disability benefits, so many patients were living at sub-benefit levels. The day centre staff knew about this, as did the occupational therapy team – but they were told that helping with benefits advice was not their remit.

It is worth noting here on what grounds the Arfon Team and Top Docs refused to help patients with benefit claims or indeed housing. People were refused help if they ‘had upset people’. I and other patients noticed that the patients who were said to have ‘upset people’ were those who had complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles. As one patient said to me more recently ‘so I upset a gang of paedophiles 20 years ago and now I can’t get the help to which I am legally entitled’.

That was the sum of it. The day centre staff had a policy of supplying biscuits and milk and coffee for the patients because they knew that many of them didn’t have those things at home and I know at least two of the occupational therapists brought in old clothes and bits and pieces from their homes in order to supply patients with basics. Patients were also having their teeth extracted when they had toothache because extractions were cheaper than fillings.

‘Oooh it’s never been this bad in the NHS, it’s Carwyn’s cuts’. No it’s not, it’s the bloody paedophile gang wreaking havoc. Retired nurses from Denbigh had yachts moored off Anglesey and second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), Dafydd was reputed to be a millionaire but the patients couldn’t afford food and toothpaste.

Then Alun Davies announced that the free bus travel which most of the patients relied upon to get to the day c