Man Of Steel

While trawling for more information on the Jeremy Thorpe case recently, I found a clip from ‘Newsnight’, June 2018, in which Evan Davies interviewed David Steel about both Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith. Steel adhered to his usual line of ‘I knew nuzzing…’ re Jeremy and stressed that as far as Cyril Smith went, there were only ‘allegations’ and that nothing has ever been proved. David Steel knows as well as I do that nothing was ever proved because police officers who interviewed Smith in the wake of serious complaints received visits from senior police officers and other state officials and were told to make no more inquiries. Then there was the D notice served by MI5 on one of the local newspapers covering Rochdale ordering the newspaper not to publish a word about Cyril Smith. There were also the actions of one David Steel who asked George Carman QC to use his influence to keep the Cyril Smith allegations out of the London-based media after one radical newspaper in Rochdale had published them, because Jeremy’s trial for conspiracy and incitement to kill was approaching and David Steel feared that there would be nothing left of the Liberal Party if Cyril’s Ugandan discussions with kids in care hit the press as well…

Please see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’ for details of how many people were involved over a period of many years in keeping Thorpe’s penchant for casual gay encounters out of the media and, much more worryingly, his dreadful conduct toward Norman Scott and the associated smearing of Norman. My post ‘Only One Died’ details: the circumstances of Thorpe’s convenient marriage to Caroline Allpass after his years as a Bachelor, the Caroline who was very popular in Thorpe’s constituency and consolidated Thorpe’s political position, as well as the inexplicable car crash in which Caroline was killed; Thorpe’s second marriage to Marion Stern who’s previous husband the Earl of Harewood was Lilibet’s cousin; and the havoc which broke out at UCNW (Bangor University) as Norman’s allegations that Jeremy was his former gay lover who had tried to have him killed became public. ‘Private Eye’ had got hold of the story years previously but didn’t publish. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, who was from an influential Liberal family in north Wales and who’s dad was a Liberal MP, was employed as a libel reader for ‘Private Eye’. In 1976, once Norman’s story became public and could no longer be dismissed as the rantings of a madman, George Thomas, another member of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, was appointed as Speaker of the House and Carlo was appointed Chancellor of UCNW. George Thomas was the UK’s most famous Methodist. Ronnie Waterhouse’s family were high profile Methodists and there was a strong association between Methodism and the Liberal Party which were dominant political and cultural forces in Wales throughout the 19th and first half of the 20th centuries; Methodism also exerted a strong influence in the west country and was associated with a certain contingent in the Labour Party as well as being a strong force in the north of England. Harold Wilson’s wife was the daughter of a Congregationalist Minister. See posts ‘There’s Methodism In This Madness’ and ‘Come, Friendly Bombs’.

 

At the end of the ‘Newsnight’ interview with David Steel, Evan Davies turned to another matter ie. the concerns over abortion rights in N Ireland and reminded the viewers that it was David Steel who paved the way for the 1967 Abortion Act with his Private Member’s Bill. David Steel gained a great deal of kudos from this which served him well throughout his entire political career. I have read the many articles which Steel wrote explaining why he felt that the 1967 Act was needed and I don’t disagree with any of his arguments. However, as with matters Jeremy and Cyril, there were matters in relation to abortion both before and after the 1967 Act on which David Steel remained silent when he should not have.

The Abortion Act 1967 legalised abortion on certain grounds by registered practitioners and regulated the tax-paid provision of this through the NHS. When Steel introduced his Private Member’s Bill, there was considerable opposition to abortion from within the medical establishment and not just from those Top Doctors who were Catholics. People supporting the Bill made much of the deaths and huge number of hospital beds which were occupied by women suffering from the dreadful consequences of unlawful abortions and the deaths. It was true that on some gynae wards nearly every bed was filled by a woman who was recovering from a botched illegal abortion. What received far less publicity was the number of Top Docs who were already providing abortions, against the law, both on the NHS or in return for a fee, in some cases virtually on demand and not only hidden away in ‘private clinics’.

Dr Ann Dally – who in the 1980s ended up in hot water for flogging class A drugs to rich patients via the assistance of the corrupt Home Office Drugs Branch mandarin Bing Spear who also helped Dafydd to remain in business – openly discussed how as a junior Top Doctor at Tommy’s pre-1967, she was always happy to help the consultants performing terminations. Dally’s account does not make it clear whether the patients at Tommy’s were paying; I suspect that they were, because there are other accounts of distressed teenaged rape victims being refused abortions at Tommy’s. Of course they were, it was illegal, as they were told in no uncertain terms. In her account of an Everyday Story of Tommy’s Abortionist Folk, Dally mentioned that their role model and hero was the Aberdeen Top Doctor Sir Dugald Baird. See post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ for an account of Dally’s activities. Dally failed to explain that Sir Dugald presided over a situation of abortion on demand in the Aberdeen region as long ago as in the 1950s because Sir Dugald was committed to the idea of abortion ‘for socio-economic reasons’. Sir Dugald was fond of big families for wealthy people and he had a big family himself; Sir Dugald however was very keen on the notion that the poor should not be allowed to breed and he did his best to ensure that they did not. Sir Dugald flagrantly broke the law for years as he aborted foetuses gestating in low-income uteri but he continued unhindered, the wheels being oiled partly by his wife, a Pioneering Woman who was sitting on the medical committees in Aberdeen which oversaw Sir Dugald’s work.

Not only was Sir Dugald unopposed with regard to his law-breaking, but he also received funding from the MRC to establish the Aberdeen MRC Sociology Unit of which Professor Raymond Illsley was Director. As part of Sir Dugald Baird’s Obstetrics and Gynaecology empire, Illsley pursued what was euphemistically described as ‘social reproductive health research’. Illsley arrived to work in Aberdeen University in 1951. Years later, between 1972-75, the Home Office Research Unit, which evolved from a Rab Butler initiative, commissioned Illsley of Aberdeen’s Dept of Sociology to carry out research into ‘juvenile delinquency and the social control network’, investigating the role of social workers with young people in trouble with the law.  It was in the early 1970s that John Allen and Dafydd were busy expanding their empire of child prostitution and trafficking in north Wales. Raymond Illsley had direct links with researchers and politicians in London who were colluding with Dafydd and linked gangs. Nearly all the research commissioned by the Home Office Research Unit could not have been conducted without the researchers discovering the widespread abuse of kids and young people in state care or in criminal justice settings. All the researchers very wisely kept quiet about this which enabled some of them to become the biggest names in the UK in criminology or academic social work, where they continued to remain silent even after they were appointed as Gov’t advisers. See post ‘Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers’.

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Dr Death trained and worked at Tommy’s when they were happily performing illegal abortions on a grand scale there but then Dr Death also worked as research register to Dr William Sargant, a Tommy’s psychiatrist so mad and so dangerous who’s experiments killed so many of his patients that medicine is doing its best to forget that Sargant ever existed (see post ‘Dr Death’). Tommy’s was also facilitating organised abuse and the Westminster Paedophile Ring as long ago as the early 1960s and the Top Docs there had links with Dafydd and Drs Dannie and Wilfred Abse (see post ‘O Jones, O Jones’). Dannie and Wilfred were the brothers of the south Wales Labour MP Leo Abse and all three of the Abses were big mates of George Thomas, who was busy molesting kids even back then.

My post ‘The Bay Of Pigs Invasion’ discussed how Dr Death joined the Vauxhall branch of the Labour Party in 1960 two years before he qualified as a Top Doctor and joined the Fabian Society in the same year. Areas like Vauxhall had in the early 1960s already established a base for the procuring of disadvantaged young people to provide sexual services for much richer people, which became clear during and after the Profumo Affair. There was already such a trade in existence in Wales (see posts ‘Only One Died’ and ‘The Wind Of No Change’). Dr Death grew up in Plymouth, Devon, the county in which Jeremy Thorpe was an MP, Death’s parents were Welsh and he spent his summers in south Wales as a boy and then he worked as a Top Doctor at Tommy’s. Dr Death’s family in Wales were Methodists. He’d have known more about the Westminster Paedophile Ring than nearly anyone else on the planet. Dr Death very conveniently gave up his job at Tommy’s and rocked up as the Labour candidate for Plymouth – in Devon, the same county as Thorpe’s constituency, Plymouth being a city in which Michael Foot’s family wielded wielded considerable influence (see post ‘The Bay Of Pigs Invasion’) – just as Leo Abse began to prepare to design new legislation with regard to the care of children who were not cared for by their parents. That resulted in the Children Act 1975, which resulted in hundreds of children ending up in the hands of Dafydd and John Allen’s gang in north Wales. The Children Act got onto the statute books as a result of a Private Members Bill introduced by Dr Death. See post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’.

 

The Top Docs and others behind this highly planned and co-ordinated effort were linked to Top Docs at the Dept of Psychiatry at St George’s Hospital which had developed ‘expertise’ in sexual problems, the foundation of which was laid by Dr Desmond Curran, to whom Norman Scott was referred in the 1960s when he crumbled under the strain of Jeremy’s activities. See post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’. By the 1970s, St George’s and the associated psychiatric unit, Springfield Hospital, were facilitating a huge paedophile ring in south London with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and other gangs. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’.

 

David Steel’s Private Member’s Bill was backed by the Gov’t, who appointed the President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, Sir John Peel, to Chair a medical advisory committee that reported in favour of passing the bill. One year after the 1967 Abortion Act was passed, John Allen took out the lease on the building which soon opened as the Bryn Alyn Community.

Sir John Harold Peel (10 December 1904 – 31 December 2005) was Surgeon-Gynaecologist to Lilibet, 1961-73. He assisted his predecessor Sir William Gilliatt at the births of Carlo and the Princess Snap and after Gilliatt’s death in 1956, Peel delivered Princes Andrew and Edward as well as Ma’am Darling’s two children, Viscount Linley and Lady Sarah Armstrong-Jones, those births being assisted by Top Doc John Brudenell. 

Peel himself was succeeded as Surgeon Gynaecologist by Sir George Pinker, who knew of Diana’s extreme distress, suicide attempts and eating disorder, but dealt with it all by a ‘Now don’t you worry my dear, we’ll look after you’ and nearly screwed up the birth of Williams into the bargain, which was why Diana ended up having screaming great rows with Carlo with regard to her reluctance to go through another experience like that. Surrounded by her ever sensitive in-laws, Di the Pedigree Breeder was coerced into another pregnancy and Harry’s delivery was handled by Oinker once more. In 1964 Oinker established a charidee, the Childbirth Research Centre, dedicated to reducing the number of women and babies who died during pregnancy and childbirth. The charidee changed its name to Birthright in 1972 and it is now known as Wellbeing of Women. Diana became a Patron in 1984, what with Di Wanting To Help and not realising that what she experienced when delivering William probably should not have happened (see post ‘The Wellbeing Of Wimmin – The Fortnum and Mason Connection’).

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Oinker was a friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School. Chamberlain was a friend of Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s who was a leading figure in a pan-European paedophile ring and who was jailed for possession of child porn in Dec 1986, days after Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested and illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. See previous posts eg. ‘Oliver!’ Chamberlain was colluding with the south London trafficking ring  facilitated by his colleagues at St George’s and Wandsworth Borough Council as well as Dafydd’s ring in north Wales. Chamberlain was also perpetrating research fraud and in the 1960s when he worked at the George Washington Hospital in the US had performed experiments on live late gestation foetuses whom he had unlawfully aborted and allowed to die after the experiments had ended. See post ‘Now Then…’.

 

Sir John Peel was the son of a Methodist Minister and was educated at Manchester Grammar School and Queen’s College, Oxford. Peel undertook his clinical training at King’s College, London and qualified in 1930. He was appointed consultant at King’s College Hospital and then worked as a consultant at the Princess Beatrice Hospital, London, 1937-65. The Princess Beatrice Hospital was founded in 1887 as the Jubilee Hospital. It later became known as the Fulham and Kensington General Hospital, then the Kensington, Fulham and Chelsea General Hospital and after further development, in 1931, the Princess Beatrice Hospital. When the NHS was inaugurated in 1948, for two years the Princess Beatrice Hospital was attached to that institution in Knightsbridge which did favours for rich criminals, including Lord Lucan (see post ‘Yes, There Is Still Green Paint On The Renault…’), St George’s Hospital.

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In August 1950 the Princess Beatrice Hospital was transferred to the Chelsea Group Hospital Management Committee. It had been decided in the late 1960s that owing to the development of St Stephen’s Hospital, the acute services at the Princess Beatrice Hospital would be transferred to St Stephen’s Hospital and after re-development enabled this to happen, the Princess Beatrice re-opened in 1972. With the NHS re-organisation in 1974, the Princess Beatrice became part of the Kensington, Chelsea and Westminster Area Health Authority. The hospital was finally closed at the end of March 1978.

St Stephen’s Hospital was one of those institutions which opened the first wards for people dying of HIV in mid-1980s, wards which were famously visited by Diana and much was made of anonymity because of the Stigma attached to the patients. There was a Stigma but as with the Stigma which is said to result from mental health problems, some of those who were the most stigmatising were the Top Docs and Angels. There was a much more important reason for the news black-out re the terminally ill HIV patients: they were young men who had been forced into sex work as kids in care a few years previously and a lot of them had been in the children’s homes in north Wales. The Middlesex Hospital was another Caring institution which opened its doors to people dying of HIV and then the Mildmay Hospital in the East End did. See previous posts. All of these places had links with people who were desperate to conceal the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and were in a position to liberate funding to isolate those patients while they died, to ensure that word never got out regarding how they had become infected with HIV.

The Chairman of the Kensington, Chelsea and Westminster Area Health Authority, 1977–82, was Dr John Dunwoody. John Dunwoody trained at King’s College Hospital and the Westminster Hospital, as did Wilfred and Dannie Abse, whom he knew. Dunwoody worked as a Top Doctor in Devon, 1955-66. He served as the Labour MP for Falmouth and Camborne, 1966-70 and knew Leo Abse, Dr Death and of course George Thomas. John Dunwoody was a junior Health Minister, 1969-70, under Secretary of State Richard Crossman, who concealed organised abuse, including Dafydd’s gang and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. When Crossman’s diaries were finally published after his death they revealed that in 1957, Crossman, Nye Bevan and Morgan Phillips, the Labour Party General Secretary, had perjured themselves and as a result had won damages for libel from ‘The Spectator’. Morgan Phillips was the father of John Dunwoody’s first wife, Gwyneth Dunwoody, who was the Labour MP for Exeter, 1966-70 and then Crewe (later Crewe and Nantwich), 1974-2008. Gwyneth Dunwoody, like her husband, concealed the criminality of Dafydd’s gang as well as linked gangs. John and Gwyneth’s daughter Tamsin served as the Labour AM for Preseli Pembrokeshire, 2003-07, during which time Tamsin concealed the criminality in the NHS and social services which was the legacy of the gangs with whom her parents colluded. See previous posts for further lowdown on the Dunwoodys.

John Dunwoody served as Chairman of the Bloomsbury District Health Authority, 1982-90, in which post he colluded with the trafficking gang operating in Islington Borough Council when the leader of that Council was Little Nell Hodge. The richer bohemian residents of the Bloomsbury area had long had links with  Llanfrothen/Croesor in what is now Gwynedd as a result of Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, an Anglo-Welsh landowner who owned an estate in Croesor marrying Amabel Strachey, a member of the Bloomsbury Set and renting out his properties as second homes to the Bloomsbury crowd and their friends and relations throughout the middle years of the 20th century. Some of them, including the psychoanalysts and Top Doctors in the network, were directly involved with the sexual exploitation of children and even more of them were colluding with it. (See previous posts eg. ‘The Vermin Club’ and ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’). In Nov 1984, Thomas Jones, Lord Maelor, who had been the Labour MP for the constituency which included Croesor, 1951-66, died in a fire at his home at Wrexham for which the official explanation was highly improbable. Lord Maelor had grown up near Wrexham, where Bryn Estyn and the Bryn Alyn Community were located and his brother James Jones served as Labour MP for Wrexham, 1955-70. See post ‘Slaves, Perfect Slaves’.

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Gwynne the lobotomist’s alma mater the Middlesex Hospital served the Bloomsbury and Soho area. From 1996, John Dunwoody was Vice-Chairman of the Merton, Sutton and Wandsworth Local Medical Committee, where he colluded with the trafficking ring facilitated by St George’s and Wandsworth Borough Council. Dunwoody was awarded a CBE in 1986, before Ollie Brooke was convicted and jailed.

 

Between 1948 and 1967, Sir John Peel was Director of Clinical Studies at King’s College Hospital Medical School, 1948-67, where Dannie Abse trained. Geoffrey Chamberlain passed through King’s College Hospital in the early years of his career. John Peel was an examiner at around a dozen British universities, including Oxford, Cambridge, London and Bristol. Dafydd’s colleague in the north Wales gang Dr D.G.E. Wood trained at Bristol and Wood’s father was a Top Doctor in that city.

Peel became a Fellow of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists in 1944. In 1955 Peel became a member of the RCOG’s Council and in 1959 its honorary Treasurer, there by raising sufficient funds to allow the College to move into premises in Regent’s Park. Peel was President of the RCOG, 1966-69 and was elected to an honorary fellowship in 1989. As President of the RCOG Peel presided over the early years of massive dissatisfaction with regard to childbirth practices which provided the spark for the attempts to ‘humanise’ ‘medicalised’ childbirth in the 1970s and 80s.

John Peel headed a number of steering groups and committees to Gov’t agencies, which included Chairing the Peel Report: Enquiry into Domiciliary Midwifery Beds Needs (1971) for the DHSS, under Secretary of State Keith Joseph, who inexplicably had access to personal information about Brown and me when Joseph was Secretary of State for Education, 1981-86. See previous posts for further details and for Joseph’s role in concealing the criminality of Dafydd et al, Jimmy Savile – who ran the region surrounding Keith Joseph’s constituency of Leeds North East – and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Joseph’s Ministerial career stretched back as far as Macmillan’s Gov’t.

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  • To reduce maternal and infant mortality, Peel’s Report recommended that all women should give birth in a hospital and remain there for some days. Among the Report’s critics was epidemiologist Archie Cochrane, who pointed out that there was little correlation between high hospitalisation rates and lower perinatal mortality. Archie’s science was excellent but he failed to ensure that members of his own team upheld his own rigorous standards, including Professor Kenneth Rawnsley, who spent his entire career concealing Dafydd’s criminality. See previous posts eg. ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’. Everyone ignored Archie’s reservations and Peel’s Report resulted in a change in the medical establishment’s approach to maternity, at the expense of domiciliary midwifery services.
  • During the 1970s and 80s, the medicalisation of childbirth came under severe attack from various quarters, including feminist scholarship, who conjured up images of misogynist men getting their filthy patriarchal paws on wimmin’s bodies. There is some truth in that but the harsh reality is that the midwives of that era were not all Wise Wimmin or the compassionate souls characterised in the TV drama ‘Call The Midwife’. Some of them were every bit as unscrupulous as, and held very similar attitudes to, the worst male Top Doctors. The midwives of north Wales were fully on board with Dafydd and the gang; some of them because they were terrified but others because they were friends with the gang and fully paid up members themselves.
  • I was at a public lecture a few years ago in which an academic researching childbirth on Anglesey in the 1960s demonstrated that the presence of a domiciliary midwife on Anglesey – there were periods of time when Anglesey didn’t have such a thing – caused death rates for mothers and babies to increase. I would love that researcher or someone else to follow that up because I suspect that the explanation had something to do with Dafydd’s gang.
  • The harsh reality was that there was and still is endemic bad practice in obstetrics both in hospitals and in the community and midwives who dared/dare openly criticise did/do not last long in their jobs. The situation today is so serious that midwives are running away from the NHS as fast as they can because they don’t want to be party to placing mothers and babies in danger.
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Geoffrey Chamberlain used to tell everyone that he was in favour of hospital births because when he was a young Top Doctor, he witnessed a woman bleed to death from a postpartum haemorrhage. Chamberlain had a point; if a mother experiences that after delivering, she needs a transfusion or she will die and die very quickly. However, when a woman died at St George’s because her eclampsia wasn’t managed properly by the Top Doctor, Chamberlain conducted an investigation and wrote a report blaming the midwife, because he didn’t want any bad publicity adhering to his team of Docs. Well he was friends with Oinker and had two paedophile rings to conceal and research fraud to perpetrate, he couldn’t have afforded any fingers to point at his team. So the poor bloody midwife got it in the neck instead.

One reason why those we know and love at St George’s didn’t like me was because ‘you are friends with the midwives who are all really thick, especially the black ones’. I was indeed friends with the midwives, who were not all really thick, most of them were very, very nice and highly competent, including all the black ones except for one of them. There was one black midwife who was incompetent, but I don’t think that it was a cause and effect relationship. Being friends with the midwives, I found out about a great many things, including the Court orders obtained by Wandsworth Social Services and other Social Services Depts which were served on the staff of the labour ward at St George’s compelling them to call the police and social workers in order to remove babies from certain patients if they turned up in labour. The midwives found this very, very upsetting and were relieved that very few of these patients ever showed up because they had gone into hiding to give birth. Some of them were the victims of the paedophile ring which St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were facilitating. Others were victims of the related rings from other areas of London, which, like the Wandsworth ring, had links to Dafydd’s gang.

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Previous posts eg. ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’ have detailed how numerous Top Docs were fully on board with Dafydd’s gang and other gangs in coercing underage disadvantaged girls who had been targeted by the gangs into Being Sensible and taking the contraceptive pill, even in cases of girls without boyfriends and who showed no interest in acquiring them. It was so obviously a way of, as one whistleblower told me, ‘preparing them for action’. John Peel was right to raise this matter, but he aimed his fire at teenage magazines which were not leading the way; that was his colleagues the Top Docs and the sex abuse gangs which were being run by Social Services Depts. Furthermore the aim wasn’t the glorification of sex for the physical satisfaction of the girls, it was for the physical satisfaction of the unscrupulous old gits who were members and customers of the gangs. John Peel had many opportunities to stop Dafydd et al but he didn’t. Instead, until the end of his long life, he dined and harrumphed and chortled away with those running the gangs and was part of the monumental effort to ensure that the truth never ever emerged.

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Here’s yet another John Peel who knew about Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Bay Of Pigs Invasion’):

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The Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh paid tribute to Peel after his death in Dec 2004, although he was not a member of their College. We were told that ‘His principal research interest was diabetes in pregnancy but he will also be remembered for his support for the Abortion Bill when he was president of the RCOG, his presidency of the British Medical Association and of the Family Planning Association and his contribution to many government committees’.

Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry’s speciality was in diabetes. Uncle Harry was a consultant at Guy’s and then at Guy’s and Tommy’s when the two institutions merged. Uncle Harry, like John Dunwoody, was in the Socialist Health Association. Ed’s dad Ralph was active in the New Left with Eric Hobsbawm and others, who were friends with the Welsh Bloomsbury Set. See posts ‘The Vermin Club’ and ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’.

The RCOG, BMA and FPA colluded every step of the way with the coercion of vulnerable kids and young people into sex work and the provision of contraception. John Dunwoody was Chairman of the FPA, 1981–87, the years through which Dafydd’s gang and other gangs did whatever they wanted without being challenged or questioned, while the BMA provided north Wales gang members with free advice as to how to frame me for criminal offences.

‘His hobbies extended from his Friesian cattle farm to salmon fishing on the Spey. Friends and colleagues will long remember his 100th birthday lunch attended by most of the ex-presidents of the RCOG – Chamberlain as well, almost certainly – and many of his hospital colleagues, treated to his delightful reminiscences.’ 

John Suenson-Taylor, Lord Grantchester, is a member of a family from Liverpool/Cheshire who have numerous links with Dafydd’s empire in the north west of England. Lord Grantchester is a dairy farmer and active in dairying/agricultural circles. See post ‘Meet The Family’. The 6th Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor – Carlo’s close friend who was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association while Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester and his abuse of kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere was openly gossiped about by members of the Association and constituents – was involved with many farming/landowning organisations eg. President, Holstein UK & Ireland (formerly British Holstein Society), 1988; Life Governor, Royal Agricultural Society of England; Vice-President, Country Landowners’ Association, 1999 until death; and Vice-President, Royal Smithfield Club, 2004 until death, as well as numerous other organisations including those concerned with children, young people, drugs and health/welfare.

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John Peel’s guest list at his 100th birthday bash almost certainly included Geoffrey Chamberlain and what reminiscences of Peel’s they might have enjoyed – the sex abuse gangs, the lies, the research fraud, the bad practice, the unnecessary patient deaths and harm, the ruined lives and how they’d got away with the lot, throughout every investigation and Inquiry and still saw every media outlet in the UK unanimously chant ‘Ah, the doctors they were wonderful!’. Peel died in Dec 2004, after many, many years of long service to Dafydd and associated gangs and before the recent admission that more than a few maternity services in the UK are dangerous and have been for many years yet this was concealed by everyone.

 

After the Abortion Act 1967 was passed, something happened in north Wales which David Steel, John Peel or any Right To Choose campaigner or Top Doctor never spoke about, although they all knew about it. The Top Docs across the whole of north Wales co-ordinated to make it nigh on impossible for women, no matter what their position, to access NHS abortions. The Top Docs did however have an arrangement with a private abortionist in Chester, or probably more than one, to refer women, on demand, who could pay. Furthermore, this ‘service’ was so dangerous that women were being instructed not to travel home afterwards on public transport because of previous problems re haemorrhaging. Women who could not afford the butcher in Chester were told that if they wanted an NHS abortion they had to stay at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where they would be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd. They were still refused an abortion whatever the results of the ‘assessment’. Yet they did not return home with their babies. I have been told by women who became pregnant as a result of the activities of the paedophile gang that they were taken to abortionists in locations across north Wales at the ages of 14 and 15. Everyone knew that this was going on, it was completely illegal yet no-one at all spoke about it let alone tried to stop it. No-one has told me what happened to all those babies of Denbigh patients, although I personally knew of some Denbigh patients – adult women, not girls – who’s babies had been unlawfully abducted by Top Docs and Angels. They never found out what had happened to their babies. This situation prevailed until the end of the 1980s. See previous posts eg. ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’.

Sir John Peel knew all about it but there was not a word uttered, not even discreet polite words in Obs and Gynae publications. The law was flagrantly broken, girls and women were abused, their lives were endangered and babies disappeared over a period of many years, yet no-one spoke about it in any context.

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Peel’s predecessor as Royal Gynaecologist, Sir William Gilliatt who delivered Carlo, undertook his medical training at the Middlesex Hospital. After qualification in 1908, Gilliatt held house appointments at the Middlesex as house physician, house surgeon, obstetric house physician and, finally, obstetric registrar and tutor. He was also elected to the staff of King’s College Hospital in 1916, retiring as senior gynaecologist in 1946.

Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex and those associated with that institution protected him until the old bastard died in 1986. Gwynne was of the generation of Top Docs who followed Gilliatt and were trained by him and Gilliatt would undoubtedly have been most useful to Gwynne as he conducted a reign of terror across north Wales, forcing kids and young people into prostitution and lobotomising those who objected too loudly. Then there was the Aversion Therapy for gay men; while Gwynne and Dafydd facilitated an enormous gang that specialised in producing rent boys for the Westminster Paedophile Ring. As well as the victims of the gang kept in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh; the murders of patients and concealing of the bodies; the disappearance of the babies of the female patients who had been raped or had their much wanted babies abducted…

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Gilliatt was gynaecologist to the Royal Household for more than 20 years and as well as delivering Carlo and the Princess Snap, he attended the Duchess of Kent at the births of her three children. Gilliatt was elected President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1946-49 and President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1954-56. He died suddenly on 27 September 1956 as a result of a car accident in Chertsey.

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Gilliatt married anaesthetist Dr Anne Louise Kann, by whom he had a daughter, a former Secretary to Sir Winston Churchill and a son, Roger. Roger Gilliatt became a well-known neurologist/neurosurgeon. Lobotomies come under the umbrella of neurosurgery, although neurosurgeons these days try to play them down, it’s all become a little embarrassing.

Roger Gilliatt was foundation Professor of Neurology at London University and Chairman of the Department at National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery at Queen’s Square, but relocated to the US in 1987 and held a senior role at the National Institute of Health. He died in Aug 1991 from pancreatic cancer at his home in Washington DC. Roger Gilliatt was educated at Rugby and Magdalen College, Oxford. He undertook his clinical training at the Middlesex and was just a few years younger than Gwynne the lobotomist. Gilliatt was resident physician at the National Hospital, Queen Square and consultant neurologist at the Middlesex. In 1962 he was appointed to the Chair of Clinical Neurology at Queen’s Square. Roger Gilliatt was an Honorary Fellow of the American Academy of Neurology and the American Association of Electrodiagnostic Medicine.

Gilliatt’s obituary in the journal ‘Muscle & Nerve’ described him as ‘a powerful leader whose well-conceived policies have resulted in the pre-eminent international position of the Institute of Neurology at Queen Square today’. That pre-eminent position has been achieved by the active concealing of scandal after scandal, involving Top Docs who ran a paedophile gang and unlawfully imprisoned and lobotomised the victims, those Top Docs displaying a great deal of Muscle & Nerve. Gilliatt emigrated to the US just months after Ollie Brooke was jailed and Gwynne pegged out and while Brown and I were contacting the GMC, Gov’t Ministers and MIND regarding the serious criminality of Gwynne and his colleagues.

 

Professor Roger Gilliatt’s close friend and colleague at Queen Square was a neurologist who specialised in MS, Professor Ian McDonald. William Ian McDonald, born in New Zealand in 1933, was: Lecturer in Medicine at the University of Otago 1962-65; Research Fellow, Harvard University, 1965-66; Consultant Neurologist, National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery, London, 1966-98; Professor of Neurology, Institute of Neurology, London University, 1974-98; Editor, ‘Brain’ 1991-97; President, European Neurological Society 1994-95; President, Association of British Neurologists, 1994-95; Harveian Librarian, Royal College of Physicians of London, 1996-2004.

Ian McDonald’s 2006 obituary in the Indie told us that:

Ian McDonald was an ambassador for all that is valued most in British neurology…He taught a generation of students at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery (“Queen Square”) in London….McDonald was the quintessential “safe pair of hands” on any professional, academic or social occasion, and he revelled in them all….a young New Zealander arriving in the UK in 1963, the National Hospital was an inspiring yet intimidating place to work….In the 1960s, with Professor Tom Sears, McDonald characterised the physiology and morphology of demyelination and remyelination in the central nervous system….In the 1970s, with Dr Martin Halliday, he pioneered laboratory methods for supplementing the clinical diagnosis of multiple sclerosis…In the 1980s, McDonald realised that magnetic resonance imaging and spectroscopy could be used to illuminate the nature of inflammatory brain disease. Professor Alan Davison had suggested that, as a senior investigator who had never held a grant from the Multiple Sclerosis Society, Ian McDonald would be the ideal person to develop a research unit funded by the society. Resources were quickly mobilised by John Walford, general secretary of the society. The chairman, Dr Reginald Kelly, was worried that the unit would not be dedicated to multiple sclerosis research, and felt vindicated when the first paper was a letter to The Lancet on stroke. But the programme was nurtured through its infancy to a state of lasting success…

Ian McDonald trained in clinical and experimental neurology at the University of New Zealand, where he was taught, at Otago, by Professor Archie Macintyre and Dr Keith McLeod. In London, he became close to Sir Charles Symonds, then in retirement, saw something of Sir Francis Walshe, and was influenced, amongst others, by Dr Denis Brinton, Dr Macdonald Critchley and Dr M.J. (Sean) McArdle. At that time, the brightest neurologists training at Queen Square went to Dr Derek Denny Brown, another New Zealander who had worked in England from 1925, initially with Sir Charles Sherrington, before moving to Boston in 1939….

…appointed as consultant neurologist to the National Hospital, Queen Square, in 1966, and to Moorfields Eye Hospital on his return from Boston in 1969, McDonald held a personal professorship at London University from 1974 to 1995…Many expected the established professorship of neurology at the Institute of Neurology to transfer “down the corridor” to McDonald on Gilliatt’s retirement in 1987, but not until 1995 – and after the deaths of Gilliatt’s two immediate successors, Professors David Marsden and Anita Harding – was McDonald appointed, and then for only a short period before his own retirement. Although the interests of the institute may have been well served by this sequence, the perceived delay in recognising his suitability as chairman hurt, for a while; and whereas his friends were also surprised at the lack of public recognition for his contributions in the form of a civil honour, and other indicators of professional achievement in the sciences, these omissions…became matters of lofty indifference to McDonald…

 McDonald…edited Brain from 1991 to 1997…achieving substantial financial security in the process…thereby allowing the Guarantors subsequently to distribute significant resources annually in support of education for young people working in the neurosciences. In retirement, McDonald served as Harveian Librarian at the Royal College of Physicians of London…Throughout his life, Ian McDonald set aside time to engage with the arts, and his wide circle of friends included many individuals professionally active in music, dance, the visual arts, literature and history. These friendships outside medicine cultivated by McDonald and his partner, Stanley Hamilton, were important. Several revolved around the Garrick, membership of which he cherished.
The Garrick is favoured by lawyers, judges and people from the theatre. Three dedicated members of the Garrick who all played a substantial and direct role in concealing the criminality of Dafydd’s gang and the Westminster Paedophile Ring were Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, Sir Robin Day and Sir William Mars-Jones. See previous posts.

He was particularly pleased to be elected Foreign Member of the Venetian Institute of Science, Arts and Letters; and the connection with Venice was evident in the enthusiastic review he wrote of the most recent case of Commissario Brunetti (Through a Glass Darkly) by a thriller writer he much admired, Donna Leon, in the Times Literary Supplement. But his greatest passion was music. Taught piano by Ernest Empson in New Zealand and by Gigi Wild in London…Therefore, it was poignant that a small stroke in 2004 removed, for a while, his ability to understand music, read a score and play the piano….Ian McDonald’s lasting contribution is to have illuminated the clinical science of multiple sclerosis. For nearly half a century, people with that difficult disease had no better a professional friend.

In north Wales there have been complaints for many years that there was no ‘service’ for patients with MS. I know of one patient in Gwynedd, a health professional himself, who returned to his GP repeatedly after identifying a number of neurological symptoms who was referred to different consultants but not a neurologist. Suspecting that he might have a brain tumour in the end, after several years of this, he simply demanded to be referred to a neurologist. It was found that he had MS and had had it for a number of years. Another Gwynedd patient was told that she had MS, was left high and dry and some years later found that she didn’t have MS after all.

Professor David Marsden, who succeeded Roger Gilliatt because Queen’s Square preferred him to Ian McDonald, was a consultant neurosurgeon who was a big wig in the MDU. Marsden is another one of those Top Doctors about whom legends were created on the basis of no evidence. We are told that ‘Whether or not he really danced the samba with Dolly Parton in Rio only four hours before his keynote morning lecture on basal ganglia disease is unimportant’ – so he didn’t then –  ‘the fact is that David Marsden’s colleagues believed that it was well within the limits of possibility. He had the physical stamina and the intellectual prowess to do both brilliantly’. Marsden ‘attracted some of the best young neurologists from around the world… if they ever remembered anything after late-night drinks in the Phoenix & Firkin at Denmark Hill…’

Such material is used to create heroes out of dodgy Top Docs, yet identical material is used to discredit any patients who might need a bucket of slurry thrown over them…

Marsden ‘was blessed with a voice and demeanour that gave him instant advantage in committee work’ – so he intimidated everyone else. ‘He established a new research unit…funded directly by the MRC and was instrumental in helping to establish the Functional Imaging Laboratory in Queen Square.’ This translates as ‘by hook or by crook he extracted the dosh for a machine that goes ping’. So that was why David Marsden was preferred by Queen’s Square over McDonald…

Marsden’s successor – Ian McDonald was passed over once more – Anita Harding was a neurologist who died of colorectal cancer when she was just 42 – but the NHS is the best in the world! – which was dreadfully sad. But the victims of Dafydd et al were usually dead by the time that they were 30 and often much younger. They never had a go at being a neurologist on a healthy salary with a fulfilling life – they had been battered, raped, locked up and were abused all over again if they complained and they often hung themselves in Risley Remand Centre, where they had been detained after having been framed by their assailants. Marsden was one of many who could have stopped that happening to quite so many people – he didn’t.

See post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’ for further details re David Marsden and his appalling peers who held office with the MDU.

 

The neurologist Oliver Sacks of ‘the Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’ and ‘Awakenings’ fame’ and who, like Roger Gilliatt, emigrated to the US, published an article in BMJ online with regard to ‘remembering’ his clinical teachers which contained the following:

After physiology finals at Oxford, I went on to begin my clinical training at the Middlesex Hospital. The Radcliffe Infirmary could accommodate only a dozen or so medical students, and it was felt that one could see a wider range of patients in a London hospital. The Middlesex Hospital…in central London, equidistant from Oxford Circus, Regent’s Park and Soho…My older brother, David, had been a medical student at Barts; my eldest brother, Marcus, at the Middlesex…I qualified in 1958, did a 6-month house job on the medical unit at the Middlesex, and then another 6 months on the neurological unit, where my chiefs were Drs Michael Kremer and Roger Gilliatt…Gilliatt was much more forbidding: sharp, impatient, edgy, irritable, with – it sometimes seemed to me – a sort of suppressed fury…

Oliver Sacks knew about Dafydd and the gang and one of Oliver’s close friends, Dr Jonathan Miller, was involved in concealing their criminality. See previous posts. Sacks was Professor of Neurology at Yeshiva University’ Albert Einstein College of Medicine, 1966-2007 and also held an appointment at the New York University School of Medicine, 1992-2007.

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‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us.’

In July 2007, Sacks joined the faculty of Columbia University Medical Center, as a Professor of Neurology and Psychiatry. At the same time, he was appointed Columbia University’s first “Columbia University Artist” at the university’s Morningside Heights campus, recognising the role of his work in bridging the arts and sciences. Sacks was also a visiting Professor at the University of Warwick in the UK. He returned to New York University of Medicine in 2012, serving as a Professor of Neurology.

 

These neurologists will all have known the daddy of neurologists in the UK, the Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne who spent years providing 100% protection for Dafydd et al and was also facilitating the ring in the north east of England which supplied Dafydd’s gang with staff and children: Lord John Walton. Walton served as President of the BMA, 1980-82; President of the GMC, 1982-89; Warden of Green College, Oxford, 1983-89; and President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86. Walton was knighted in 1979, the year that Mary Wynch was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and bagged his peerage in 1989, the year in which Dafydd’s mates Professors Robert Owen and Bluglass orchestrated a huge cover-up into my complaints about the gang. See post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’. Walton was President of the GMC while the GMC refused to act upon complaint after complaint about Dafydd regarding patient deaths, unlawful imprisonment and indecent and improper behaviour. While Walton was in the hot seat, in one month alone there were five complaints about Dafydd. I suspect that Walton was appointed President of the BMA and GMC at that time because there were so many complaints about Dafydd and who knows what would have happened if John Walton had not been there to intimidate everyone into silence. Thatcher had become PM and Peter Morrison her Minister was enjoying Dafydd’s services, the last thing that anyone needed was an honest Doc at the top. Then Walton was needed in the Lords…

For more info on the long and shameful career of John Walton, his numerous public roles and the Pies in which he had fingers, see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’.

Walton knew exactly what was going on and that witnesses were being killed:

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In a House of Lords debate in 2015. Still alive and kicking the victims of serious organised crime even during Operation Pallial and the Macur Review…

 

 

Geoffrey Chamberlain followed in the steps of the giants Peel and Oinker when he was appointed President of the Royal College of Obstetrics and Gynaecology, but Chamberlain was forced to resign his Presidency in Dec 1994 when the unfortunate business of the research fraud perpetrated by Chamberlain and his colleague Malcolm Pearce resulted in Pearce being sacked from St George’s. See post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’. At the same time Chamberlain was obliged to resign from his Chair and his Editorship of the British Journal of Obs and Gynae, which had published the paper by Pearce and Chamberlain describing their research fraud. Although Chamberlain’s name was on the paper in question, Chamberlain gave evidence against Malcolm at the subsequent 1995 GMC hearing, swore blind that he had not known about the fraud and that this whole messy business was simply a result of a ‘gift authorship’, Chamberlain’s name only appearing on the paper because he was Head of Dept.

Whilst gift authorship was common and some people’s names did appear on papers although they had not carried out the work themselves, the article which resulted in Pearce being sacked and struck off claimed that a near-miraculous operation had been carried out at St George’s by Pearce – the successful transfer of an embryo of an ectopic pregnancy from the fallopian tube to the uterine cavity. Chamberlain was extroverted and media friendly, if such a feat had been performed at St George’s, he would have demanded to meet the mother and the baby for media and PR purposes. Chamberlain wouldn’t have just merely rubber-stamped Malcolm’s paper, he’d have wanted a peerage out of that. Where were the mother and baby? Where were the theatre team who had assisted in the operation? Chamberlain must have known that no such operation had taken place when that paper was written, but Chamberlain threw Pearce to the wolves to save his own skin. Which, with Chamberlain’s celebrity friendships and him also being mates with Top Doc to the Royalty Oinker, he was able to do.

Despite the tainting of his reputation, in 2000 Chamberlain was offered sanctuary by Swansea University – an institution heavily influenced by Rhodri Morgan and Edwina Hart – where he published an internationally acclaimed textbook, From Witchcraft to Wisdom, whilst teaching history of medicine as an Apothecaries’ lecturer (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). According to Chamberlain’s wiki entry, he relocated from London to Wales. Just in time for the publication/immediate aftermath of the Waterhouse Report then, which covered up the paedophile ring that Chamberlain and his colleagues had been colluding with and concealing for years.

Chamberlain had a Harley Street practice (or to be accurate, a Wimpole Street practice) as well as his NHS work and he was well-known to many high profile Top Docs. He was mates with both Lord Robert Winston and Wendy Savage, who have carefully cultivated reputations as not being as disgusting as other Top Docs, what with them being supporters of the Labour Party and the NHS and all that. Er – OK.

After being struck off in June 1995, Malcolm Pearce was subsequently employed as a medical negligence expert. This employment wasn’t mentioned in any media outlets for a very long time, but Malcolm and his history were so well-known that many people will have realised who the negligence expert proffering advice was. I believe that despite knives going into people’s backs all over the place at St George’s, a safety net would have to have been provided for Pearce because of the knowledge that he had regarding the very great wrongdoing of many of his colleagues.

Had I wanted to have publish anything about Dafydd and the gang or the excesses at St George’s, any opportunities for doing that were wrecked by Malcolm being struck off – he had been my last mentor and academic supervisor and was now disgraced. At the same time, all those paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had reinvented themselves as historians of medicine and had published a great deal of romantic, rose-tinted, frankly untruthful ‘histories of psychiatry in north Wales’, which were accompanied by Dafydd and other paedophiles’ friends appearing in the media remembering the happy experiences and excellent care provided by the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

While doing this, the gang declared war on Graham Day, a senior sociologist at Bangor University who was not Of Them and ‘The Guardian’ assisted by publishing lies about Graham being a racist. Nerys, the sociologist who subsequently married Merfyn Jones, who later became VC of Bangor University, was caught in the crossfire and Merfyn and Nerys remained forever unforgiven. See post ‘Badlands’. The gang went after Nerys again years later. Nerys died while in the care of Dafydd’s colleagues at the Walton Centre and that was followed up by a co-ordinated campaign to remove Merfyn as VC and then from public life altogether, with which No 10 under Miranda, Gordon and then Cameron was involved. See previous posts eg. ‘Lest We Forget’ and ‘The Point Is To Change It’.

 

What if Chamberlain and Pearce had not been caught and exposed in 1994? They’d have became world famous, gone down in medical history and no-one would ever have believed a word that I had said about them and their colleagues.

Let us look further at the events which surrounded Pearce’s disgrace.

Pearce and Chamberlain published their pack of lies in the British Journal of Obs and Gynae in Aug 1994. Chamberlain was Editor-in-Chief of the journal. An unidentified whistleblower raised concerns about the veracity of the published research and the Principal of St George’s, Professor Sir William Assher, conducted an investigation.

Asscher had spent his career as a Top Doctor in Cardiff before relocating to St George’s in 1988 (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). During his time in south Wales, Asscher had concealed much wrongdoing, including that of Dafydd, the paedophiles and George Thomas. Asscher relocated to St George’s in the wake of the imprisonment of Professor Oliver Brooke for the possession of child porn. Brooke’s office had been just down the corridor from Chamberlain’s and the two of them were friends. Brooke, the key figure in a pan-European child sex ring, which was linked to Dafydd’s gang.

Immediately after Asscher finished his investigation into Pearce and Chamberlain, his findings were reported to the St George’s NHS Healthcare Trust Board. On Fri 23 Dec 1994, the Trust put out a statement saying that Malcolm had been sacked with immediate effect after a disciplinary hearing which had been held on Thurs 22 Dec 1994. Journalists were unable to get hold of Malcolm, which was unsurprising, because he had been banished immediately before the Christmas break. Chamberlain had got in early and at the beginning of Dec 1994 had resigned as President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. He also resigned as Editor of the journal which had published the paper with him as second author describing a research fraud of which he knew nuzzing.

As an NHS consultant who had been sacked, Pearce had the right to appeal to the Health Secretary, which at the time was Virginia Bottomley. Whether he did or not I don’t know, but Virginia, a former psychiatric social worker, had her hands full at the time with orchestrating the cunning plan that involved not putting Dafydd out to grass and not closing down the North Wales Hospital, although in the summer of 1995 the general public were told that both of these things had happened. See post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’.

Let me remind readers of events in north Wales whilst the Pearce-Chamberlain scandal blew up.

On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died of ‘an unspecified blood disease’. In 13 June 1994, the trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s colleague and friend of thirty years – for multiple sexual assaults on boys at Bryn Estyn opened at Chester Crown Court. Paul Wilson went on trial with Howarth charged with sexual abuse of the boys. On 8 July 1994, Howarth was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years imprisonment. Wilson was acquitted on all charges but on 28 Nov 1994, Wilson pleaded guilty to three counts of physical assault. Howarth always maintained that he had carried the can for other high profile abusers who were protected. Howarth ‘died from a heart attack’ in HMP Wakefield in April 1997. Four months after the Waterhouse Inquiry had opened, but while Ronnie Waterhouse had suddenly taken a holiday in Hong Kong, during which he met up and dined with Derry Irvine, who had also popped over to Hong Kong.

In the early summer of 1994, I and Patient F met with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and told them that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that serious complaints were not being investigated. We were accompanied by a nursing officer, Jeff Crowther. During the meeting, one of the Commissioners admitted that he had heard such complaints about Dafydd many times before. After they met us, Jeff told F and I that the other Commissioner had told Jeff that she had been a visitor/inspector to the North Wales Hospital in the 1960s ‘and it was exactly the same story then’.

My documents show that throughout the summer of 1994, Joyce Kaye of the Mental Health Act Commission wrote to the managers of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust a number of times asking for their response to the complaint that F and I had made. Their letters were ignored for weeks and then the Trust sent them a copy of a ‘care plan’ for me. How that was relevant I cannot understand. Our complaint was never addressed.

However, the Trust was busy. From the time that we met the Commissioners, letters circulated between the senior managers of the Hergest Unit, Dafydd and Tony Francis and the Trust’s lawyers discussing the serious danger that I presented to Dafydd and the necessity of protecting him from me. Discussions about transferring me to a forensic team and a secure unit were had. Dafydd then told the staff and managers of the Trust that I had thrown a brick through the glass door of his house at 3 o’ clock in the morning. I hadn’t and there was no evidence that I had. Yet the police met with Dafydd several times without me even being told that I stood accused of this and it was documented that I had indeed committed this crime. Dafydd contacted the MDU and the MDU documented that I had thrown the brick. On 3 Nov 1994 Dafydd obtained an ex parte injunction against me from Liverpool High Court. There was nothing in the injunction which related to me, it all referred to Patient F – but even then there were no details of any even moderately serious offences –  except for the allegation that I had thrown the brick through Dafydd’s door. By the time that Dafydd swore that affidavit, an Angel at Hergest had finally told me that I was being accused of throwing the brick and I told her that I hadn’t done it and I couldn’t have anyway because I had no car at the time that the brick was thrown. Dafydd’s house is inaccessible by public transport. Dafydd was told by the Angel that I could not have thrown the brick. Nonetheless, my crime was detailed on the affidavit which was presented to the High Court. The MDU did not ask Dafydd to produce any evidence for any of his allegations. The allegations were presented in court as uncontested matters of fact.

When the injunction was served on me the contents of the affidavit were so ludicrous that I let other patients read it, one of whom was a former lecturer from Bangor University, Dave Nunn, who told a number of other people what he had read. Tony Francis tried to have Dave sectioned on the morning that he had read the affidavit and Dave related the contents of the affidavit to the ‘independent psychiatrists’ from another hospital who were assessing him. Dave was not sectioned but he disappeared from north Wales shortly after this and none of us ever saw or heard of him again.

I have now been told that no-one threw a brick through Dafydd’s door, the brick was planted.

For further details of this idiocy, see eg. posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘Now Then…’.

Some dates for your diary:

On 12 May 1994, John Smith, the leader of the Opposition, died at Bart’s after the Top Docs ‘could not revive him’ following a heart-attack. Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Linford Rees ruled the roost at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Dafydd had a few other pals at Bart’s as well and Bart’s had facilitated organised abuse for years, at least since the surgeon Reginald Vick, the father of Dafydd’s mate Lady Juliet Bingley, had worked there in the 1950s and 60s. See post ‘The Wind Of No Change’.

Bart’s also concealed Graham Chapman’s abuse of boys, although Chapman had left medicine soon after qualifying and gone into comedy full time. In the late 1980s before he died, Chapman became friendly with someone in Somerset who knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, who became inexplicably very wealthy in the following years and also found himself being befriended by the degenerate offspring of the rich n famous with links to the Tory Party. See post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’. The family of this man formerly had close links to Tom King, the lacklustre MP for Bridgwater who inexplicably rocketed up through the Tory Party after I encountered Dafydd’s gang. King was Secretary of State for Employment, 1983-85, while Sir Peter Morrison was a Minister in that Dept. King served as Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1985-89, when Thatch needed a safe pair of hands re the Kincora Boys’ Home scandal, which was linked to Dafydd et al. In 1989, King was appointed Secretary of State for Defence, a post he retained until 1992, when he was off to the Lords, days after the firebomb in Brighton killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

When King was inexplicably promoted repeatedly despite being rather hopeless, the UK press used to wonder why he was being favoured by Thatch. Had the UK press not been ignoring what was happening to us in north Wales and all the documents which I now have been witheld from me, I could have told them. But weren’t ‘The Guardian’ prioritising an attack on Graham Day anyway? Oooh, I forgot. They all knew what was happening to me, it’s just that I didn’t realise it at the time…

Would Lord King and Lady Jane of the One Sausage Roll To Last All Evening like to make a statement?

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On 21 July 1994 Miranda 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. In 1993 I wrote to Michael Mansfield about what was happening to me in north Wales at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services. Mansfield sent me a one line reply. Tony and Cherie know many ‘radical’ lawyers and personal injury specialists – who undoubtedly know folk who worked for the MDU and/or Hempsons, who were acting for Top Doctors against me although they knew that perjury was being committed by their clients. Cherie’s colleague and friend Michael Beloff QC was the son of Lord Max Beloff, who was a buddy of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council.

Michael Mansfield lived in Wandsworth, just down the road from St George’s. Many St George’s staff lived in Wandsworth, including David Hole, the corrupt MSF rep who worked for Chamberlain. Chamberlain lived in Wimbledon, as did the crooked barrister George Carman QC, who knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles as well as Jimmy Savile. Cherie was a member of the same Chambers as Carman until 1988 and Miranda had previously been Carman’s pupil. Cherie and Miranda had also both worked for Derry Irvine on a city fraud case with Ronnie Waterhouse when they were junior barristers.

 

The only ‘response’ from the Gwynedd Community Health Trust to the MHAC re my complaints was made on 1 Sept 1994, when Alun Davies wrote to Joyce Kaye giving details of my ‘care’ and 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 social worker Jackie Brandt, Keith Fearns, Brandt’s line manager and the leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team 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 I ‘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.

Before Rob Evans was appointed as Gwynedd Social Services senior manager for mental health, he was Gwynedd Social Services senior manager for child protection. While the kids in care were abused by the gang. See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’.

 

A High Court injunction against me 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 the CEO of Gwynedd Community Heath Trust 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 to the Trust about the gossip, speculation and mad fantasy in Dafydd’s injunction and his breach of confidence. Dafydd 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. I was told constant lies over the following few months and my complaint was never investigated or resolved. Then, in Jan 1995, came Tony Francis’s referral of me to a forensic psychiatrist on the grounds of my extreme dangerousness and the necessity of banging me up. And a repeat referral when the forensic psychiatrist in question refused to declare me dangerous. Please see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’ for details.

 

So unbeknown to me, whilst repeated attempts were made to have me declared dangerous and incarcerated on the basis of absolutely no evidence at all, Malcolm Pearce had quietly come out of purdah and begun working as a medico-legal expert. Chamberlain had remained a clean skin and no-one breathed a word about the experiments on and killing of babies that Chamberlain had undertaken at the George Washington Hospital in the mid-1960s. I wonder why no-one mentioned that during any of the many scandals at St George’s after I had been forced out? The only person who would have found themselves under fire if they had published anything about healthcare after the Pearce-Chamberlain Scandal would have been me. The paedophiles’ friends would have reminded everyone that I had been the research assistant of that dreadful man who had faked research and been struck off.

I wonder if a few other people as well as Dafydd might have been worried about what I might write? A man who had carried out medical experiments on live babies perhaps? Or a Secretary of State for Health who used to work as a psychiatric social worker and was actively colluding with the most serious crime (see previous posts for further details of Ginny’s many interests)…

The Baroness Bottomley of Nettlestone
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A full police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales had been undertaken and closed in 1993. Just before those we know and love went into battle against me, at it would seem a most convenient time for some truly terrible Top Docs in London of whom I had knowledge as well…

Although the police had found no evidence at all of a paedophile ring in north Wales and Cheshire, a number of ‘care’ staff and teachers went to prison for abusing the children in their care. The month before Tony Francis wrote to Dr Chris Jones asking for a ‘forensic opinion’ on me, senior police officer Gordon Anglesea won damages for libel of almost £400k from ‘Private Eye’ and others after they had named Anglesea as being someone who had abused kids in care in north Wales (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). Two months later, Mark Humphreys, one of the men who had named Anglesea as his abuser when he was younger, was found hanging in the stairwell of the block of flats in which he lived in Wrexham.

In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was imprisoned for historical sex offences against children in care in north Wales.

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. John Allen is currently serving yet another prison sentence – his third – for the abuse of kids in care…

On 27 Feb 1995 Hefin Davies, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, wrote to the Trust’s lawyer Tony Lane asking if there was any more that they could do to have me prosecuted.

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’…

 

As a bonus for readers of this blog, here’s some extracts from the reminiscences of an anonymous Top Doc who was the junior colleague of Michael Brudenell, who helped Sir John Peel deliver Princes Andrew and Edward as well as Ma’am Darling’s children:

Michael Brudenell died on 30 March 2015 just two weeks prior to his 90th birthday. He was a traditional Obstetrician and Gynaecologist caring for all aspects of women’s health with a passion rarely seen nowadays. He qualified in medicine at King’s College London in 1949 where he undertook his house jobs, starting his career in Obstetrics and Gynaecology at Queen Charlotte’s Hospital the following year. He spent most of his National Service as an Obstetrician in military hospitals in Germany returning to King’s in 1953 to carry out research on endometrial pathology and cervical cytology.

After obtaining both his membership of the RCOG and his fellowship of RCS he completed his time as a registrar and senior registrar at King’s before being appointed as a consultant to St Luke’s Hospital and the Royal Infirmary in Bradford in 1961. There he was one of just three consultants serving a population of a quarter of a million. However after only three years he was invited to apply for a consultancy at King’s College Hospital where he remained until he retired from clinical practice in 1990. In his retirement speech he commented that when he entered medical school a banner at the main entrance of the hospital read “this hospital is £2,000 000 in debt” – some things never change!

His career was significantly influenced by Sir John Peel and Sir Stanley Clayton both of whom were past Presidents of the RCOG. As a trainee and then colleague to Sir John Peel he assisted in the deliveries of both Prince Andrew and Prince Edward as well as Princess Margaret’s two children. During his time at King’s he took a major interest in diabetes in pregnancy undertaking research and lecturing widely on the subject. In collaboration with his physician colleagues the perinatal mortality in diabetic women at King’s was reduced to near non diabetic levels.

Throughout his working life Mike had strong links with the RCOG. He was a London Members representative and subsequently a London Fellows representative on Council with a period of time on the Finance and Executive Committee. He was the Fellows Representative on the Wellbeing Council and Investment Advisory Panel. In addition he was Chairman of many committees including the BJOG Management Committee, Scientific Advisory Committee and Logic Working Party. From 1978-1984 he was Honorary Treasurer. His only regret was that having stood for election on two occasions he failed to become President. During his time as Treasurer of Birthright he persuaded Philip Harris, later Lord Harris, to fund research into Obstetrics and Gynaecology and this established the first Harris Birthright Department of Fetal Medicine in the country at King’s College Hospital. This was opened by Princess Diana in 1984 and is now one of the largest and most successful fetal medicine units in the world, run by Professor Kypros Nicolaides, seeing over 20 000 patients a year from the UK and overseas.

When I worked at St George’s, in 1990 I was told that one of the Profs at King’s who was involved with the fertility unit there and enjoyed a reputation as far away from the pompous old Top Doc in a stripy suit and bow tie as it was possible to get, was a bit too much because ‘he has sex with his children’. I don’t know how old the children in question were. The man in question was not Prof Nicolaides.

Mike loved sport particularly rugby and was President of the King’s Rugby Club for 20 years. He played tennis and had a court at the end of his garden – at 50 he could still beat his son, by 55 he had to regularly use his exercise bike to stay fit and by 60 he reluctantly admitted that he was regularly beaten. He was also a keen skier and continued to ski well into his 70’s but only in the United States where he said the snow was softer! Fortunately for him his very loyal wife Mollie shared in most of his activities both professional and sporting. She campaigned very hard for Birthright and later Wellbeing of Women and for many years worked actively for the League of Friends at King’s College Hospital. Devoted to his family he took great pride in the many achievements of his four sons and their offspring.

I had a very special relationship with Mike Brudenell. When I first went to King’s as a registrar in 1979 my mother asked me who I was working for and I told her that one of my consultants was Michael Brudenell. She asked if it was “the Michael Brudenell who delivered the Queen’s children”. At the time I had no idea but I made enquiries and found out that it was. She was absolutely delighted and told me that he had delivered me by emergency caesarean section for fetal distress at Queen Charlotte’s Hospital in 1950. Initially I kept this information to myself until one day I decided that it would be useful to let him know that if he had been a little quicker I might have had an easier life. I don’t know whether this influenced him in his choice of a colleague but he appointed me as a consultant Obstetrician and Gynaecologist at King’s College Hospital 34 years later.

As a junior doctor I found Mr Brudenell challenging to work for. He generated an element of fear and respect.

A la Doug and Dinsdale Piranha.

He favoured the male trainees, particularly those who played rugby but did not really understand female trainees of whom there were relatively few at that time.

Although he was a gynaecologist…

However, he was always fair and ensured that we were properly treated even if he did shout at us from time to time.

Doug and Dinsdale. Ooh yes he nailed my ear to the floor but I deserved it…

We all benefited from his teaching, guidance and support. And he in return was receptive to learning new skills. When I was his senior registrar he persuaded me to teach him how to do a colposuspension on one of his American private patients for whom his anterior repair had failed to cure her stress incontinence.

So what went wrong with the repair then?

Much to his delight and my relief, she reported that three months later she was able to play “soft ball” without leaking.

Unless she was in a very bad way, she’d probably have been better off keeping well away from him.

He looked after his “firm” and ensured that the ward sister gave us breakfast after the ward round before we started the out patients clinic.

From what I saw, it was these acts of ‘consideration’ – which were nearly always the work of someone else – between the ruthless bullying and intimidation, which enabled complete scumbags to sustain reputations as having hearts of gold beneath that gruff exterior. In the era which the Top Doc is remembering, the shifts for junior doctors were horrific; they had probably been on call for the previous 24 hours anyway as part of an 180 hour week and had Sister not supplied a bit of grub they’d have fainted from exhaustion and hunger.

His generosity, availability and hands-on approach made him popular with patients, nurses and midwives.

But not other Top Docs?? So why was that? Did they perhaps know rather more about him than the patients, nurses and midwives?

He was so enthusiastic about all aspects of hospital life. His passion for both King’s and the RCOG influenced many of us and he will be remembered fondly by all of those with whom he worked or played.

Because Brudenell delivered Royal babies, he ruled King’s and the RCOG and if anything about the malpractice and patient harm is remembered, including that Top Doc who had sex with his children, we’ll never work again. King’s also hosted a students and Top Docs club which was involved in a ring procuring sexual partners for those in the club. Then there was the scam in the 1980s at King’s in which students were marrying oversees citizens who wanted permission to remain in the UK for a handsome sum. My point here is not to remember those students with a ‘Shocking, ooh they’re animals’, it is to point to the unrelenting pomposity of that institution and what was actually happening there, while the class of people who ran and still run it make insulting noises about aggressive patients attacking Angels and drinking too much and being too fat and generally a bit too plebeian.

 

When David Steel presented his Private Member’s Bill in 1966, huge swathes of the medical establishment were still firmly opposed to abortion. Abortion was a cause favoured by younger people or radicals, but the medical establishment were not young and radical and neither were their mates in the legal establishment. Many of the leaders of those professions at the time had been born in the 19th century. They were signed up to moralising, hypocrisy and personal benefit from these things. So someone must have really twisted the arms of someone else to ensure that Sir John Peel Chaired that medical advisory committee that reported in favour of passing Steel’s Bill. The Gov’t of the day – Harold Wilson’s Gov’t – was backing Steel’s Bill. The Harold Wilson’s Gov’t who were frantically rearranging the furniture to ensure that the Westminster Paedophile Ring which was being facilitated by corrupt Top Docs, lawyers and senior figures in the welfare state remained concealed…

 

After the Abortion Act 1967 Top Doctors were – rightly in my opinion – allowed to refuse to undertake abortions on the grounds of a ‘conscience’ clause. If they did so, they did have to explain to their patient that although they could/would not help they would refer them to another Top Doc who would. This was widely flouted and even in the early 1990s I heard  a Top Doc discuss how uneducated women from Tower Hamlets were being told by Top Docs that the Doc ‘could be struck off’ for requesting an abortion for his patient. The Doc who talked about this in a public lecture at St George’s was Wendy Savage, the Labour Party supporting feminist Top Doc. Wendy knew what Dafydd et al were doing in north Wales and she said nothing at all. Wendy Savage was a member of the GMC when those complaints about Dafydd and co were not acted upon. The Labour Party of the late 1980s really, really loved Wendy Savage, she was a regular on ‘Question Time’ and other such programmes where she would be insulted by Lord Hailsham and the like.

You didn’t mention the War then Wendy!!! It would have finished Hailsham off, but there was your mate Chamberlain to think of, Chamberlain who famously could be heard bellowing around St George’s that ‘one cannot be a gentleman and a Tory…’ As well as all the other Top Docs and Labour Party supporters who decided that I and others could be sacrificed…

Here’s the Nice Guy of Politics, a Scottish lawyer, who knew exactly what was going on and used it to establish his reputation:

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Others Who Knew:


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Dame Babs, Who Fought For Wimmin:
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Battling Babs Knew How It Was For Wimmin In Politics. Which is why she always had her hair done:
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The Lord Ennals: Labour MP; Minister of the DHSS under Battling Babs; Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1976-79; Human Rights Campaigner Who Held Senior Roles In MIND During The 1970s and 80s…
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And here’s the wanker of a Windbag who so desperately wanted the Top Docs on his side:

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It’s Christmas and the BBC will no doubt be screening the children’s classic, ‘Oliver!’

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Remember 1984! Do They Know It’s Christmas? It Was Poptastic!

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Shadow Secretary of State for Health, 1983-87 and for Social Security, 1989-92. Was married to Molly, a former social worker who specialised in mental health and drug problems:

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His predecessor as Shadow Secretary of State for Health and Social Services, Mrs John Dunwoody:

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His successor as Shadow Secretary of State for Health and Social Services:

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Heart attack while out mountain walking wasn’t it Miranda??? 2005. The year that I received my PhD and began publishing, the year that the baying crowd began their pursuit of Merfyn in earnest…

 

One Top Doc who’s name isn’t mentioned as often as it should be on a police charge sheet is that of Deirde Hine. Deirdre was:

  • Principal Medical Officer, Welsh Office (1984)
  • Deputy Chief Medical Officer (1985)
  • Director, Breast Cancer Screening Service, Wales (1988)
  • Chief Medical Officer, Wales (1990-97)

Which puts Deidre at the scene of a great many crimes – eg. perjury, forgery, conspiracy, embezzlement – what with Health and Social Services having been the responsibility of the Welsh Office since the late 1960s. Deirdre was promoted to CMO for Wales from Deputy CMO in 1990; in 1989, the Welsh Office orchestrated Bluglass’s cover-up into my very serious complaint against Dafydd and the gang. Deirdre knows Carwen Howell, the pal of Lucille Hughes’s Lady Top Doctor friend; Carwen was a mandarin at the Welsh Office, responsible for pharmacy. Dafydd was flogging class A drugs with the collusion of corrupt mandarin Bing Spear of the Home Office Drugs Branch. Bing died in July 1995, four days apart from when the body of Peter Morrison was discovered. Bing was a great friend of Dr Ann Dally and her husband Dr Peter Dally. It was Bing who saved Ann’s bacon when she ended up suspended and under police investigation in the 1980s for flogging Class A drugs to the rich n famous. Ma’am Darling was a patient of Dr Peter Dally. Ann later wrote a book about her ordeal at the hands of the police and others and the book had a foreword written by Wendy Savage, another Woman Doctor Who Was Attacked By The Patriarchy (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Fortunately the Patriarchy at the GMC at the time was Presided over by Lord John Walton, so Ann was soon back on the Medical Register after a few guest appearances in the media.

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Dame Deirdre Joan Hine (née Curran; born 16 September 1937) is a Welsh Top Doctor ‘who in 1984 began her career as a public health physician in Wales’.

Hine was born to David Alban Curran and his wife, Noreen Mary (née Cliffe), and raised in Cardiff. I wonder if Deirdre is a relation of Desmond Curran, the daddy of the trafficking gang at St George’s?

Deirdre attended Heathfield House (Cardiff) and Charlton Park (Cheltenham) schools before qualifying at the Welsh National School of Medicine (now Cardiff University Medical School) in 1961. The Welsh National School of Medicine, as long ago as the 1950s, was colluding with the sex offending of George Thomas. The Top Docs in south Wales and George had a love-in for the entire latter half of the 20th century.

In 1963 Hine married Raymond Hine; they have two sons and five grandchildren. Hine worked at Cardiff’s Royal Infirmary, trained in public health medicine and became a specialist in community medicine in 1974. It was George Thomas who diverted huge quantities of money from the NHS budget for Wales to build the flagship University Hospital of Cardiff at the Heath in the early 1970s. The folk at the Welsh National School of Medicine were delighted but the rest of Wales was left with crumbling inadequate hospitals, many of which were former workhouses and the like. See post ‘The Great Stink’. Not that it mattered, the Top Docs at the Heath were the ones who were cooking the books, ticking the boxes and writing the reports maintaining that the whole of Wales had an ‘excellent’ NHS, although Dafydd had a load of victims of sex crime imprisoned in a dungeon in Denbigh. In return George Thomas et al had sex with children.

Deirdre knew Professor Sir William Asscher who was called from Cardiff to help out at Paedophilia HQ at St George’s in 1988 after that embarrassing business with Oliver Brooke; she knew Tony Francis, she knew Dafydd, she knew all of them. Deirdre’s career in community medicine began in 1974, when Dafydd’s gang prepared to receive hundreds of children in north Wales once Dr Death succeeded in getting the Leo Abse-inspired Children Act 1975 onto the statute books with his Private Member’s Bill.

Hine retired in 1997, the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry opened and was appointed a Dame in the same year “for services to medicine in Wales”. Deirde was appointed to the Audit Commission in 1998. Jeremy Colman joined the National Audit Office in 1993  and in 2005 was appointed Auditor General for Wales. In 2010 Colman resigned and was subsequently imprisoned after child porn was found on his office computer. See previous posts.

Huw Vaughan Thomas replaced Colman as Auditor General for Wales. Huw was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council throughout the years that kids in Gwynedd’s children’s homes were abused. Huw’s son was also employed by the Welsh Audit Commission. Huw has so many public appointments that I will simply refer readers to my post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ where I have listed some of them. Huw is married to Enid Rowlands, who, among many other things, is Chair of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority, served as a member of the GMC for eight years, was or is a Director of the North Wales Health Authority and was or is a Director of BUPA. Enid also has held so many public appointments that I invite readers to refer to previous posts.

Huw and Enid live in Colwyn Bay and Enid refused to relocate to south Wales when she was appointed Chair of ELWA, a ‘training and education’ quango. Within a few short years ELWA was so deeply in debt that over 100 staff were made redundant and several million had been given in grant funding to a business called Avanti who could not explain what they had done with the money. Enid refused to resign even though accounting procedures had not been followed and there was an undeclared conflict of interest in the appointment of Dr Peter Higson as interim CEO of ELWA, as both Enid and Higson were Directors of the North Wales Health Authority.

Higson is a clinical psychologist who worked at and then was manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and then the manager of the regional mental health services in north Wales. After Enid refused to resign, ELWA was soon a smouldering ruin. Higson was appointed CEO of the newly created HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales) and when HIW was branded not fit for purpose some ten years later, Higson ‘retired’. Before retiring, Higson wrote a damning report regarding Merfyn Jones’s Chairmanship of the Betsi Board. A second damning report regarding Merfyn’s leadership of the Betsi was written by Huw Vaughan Thomas. Merfyn resigned. Peter Higson was appointed as the next Chair of the Betsi Board.

Merfyn: If you want to punish yourself by re-entering public life, drop me an e mail and I will arrange for huge quantities of child porn to be found among your possessions. I am sure that you will be inundated with offers of public appointments within days. Do you fancy being Chair of the Parole Board perhaps? Chief Exec of the NSPCC Wales? DG of the Prison Service? The world will be your oyster and furthermore you will not have the gwerin carping and grumbling, spreading poisonous rumours about you and planning to fit you up for a criminal offence like they did when you dared challenge their misconduct and criminality.

Peter Higson also picked up a seat on the Council at Bangor University. While Higson held that post, Higson’s sister Ruth Hussey, the Chief Medical Officer for Wales, was awarded an Honorary Fellowship by Bangor University. For further details of Peter and Ruth’s glittering careers see post ‘Topsy and Tim’.

 

Deirdre Hine was named as Chair of the Commission for Health Improvement in August 1999 and served as President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 2000-02. This explains a mystery of many years standing. In 2003, the Hergest Unit had one of the highest suicide rates in the UK, there were numerous complaints of staff assaulting patients, none of which were investigated and a number of patients, including me, had been prosecuted on the basis of the perjury of NHS staff. Patients were writing to MPs, to Gov’t Ministers and to the Secretary of State for Wales. There had been at least one patient death in the Hergest Unit itself. The Commission for Health Improvement carried out an inspection of the NW Wales NHS Trust’s mental health services at this time and I and at least two other patients met with the CHI and gave them first hand accounts of what had happened to us. I later found out that two Hergest Unit staff also spoke to the CHI and told them that the Unit and the community mental health service were so dangerous that patients had died as a result.

I and the other two patients who met with the CHI subsequently received a copy of the CHI’s Report. It praised the NW Wales NHS Trust’s mental health services in glowing terms. The CHI referred to the excellence, the caring staff and the ‘excellent joint working between the Community Mental Health Teams and the Hergest Unit’. Not only had there been complaints that the Arfon CMHT had threatened and assaulted patients, but the Hergest staff and the Arfon CMHT were at each others throats to such a degree that one Top Doctor from the Hergest Unit, Dr Devakumar, refused to even speak to, let alone work with, the Arfon CMHT. This made Devakumar popular among the Hergest staff and other CMHTs who all hated the Arfon Team as well, but Devakumar was mistreating patients himself.

I met with the other two patients who observed that the Report ‘was like reading about a completely different hospital’. Indeed it was, this wasn’t just a bit of skilful editing, it was an account of a mental health service that simply did not exist. We contacted the CHI and were told that no correspondence would be entered into. One of the patients who met with the CHI was later awarded an out of court settlement for the clinical negligence which she had sustained while in the ‘care’ of the NW Wales NHS Trust.

Brown quipped afterwards that the contents of the CHI Report probably reflected the quality of the dinner to which Alun Davies had treated the CHI the night before the inspection. I fear it was far worse than that now I’ve found out that Deirdre was Chair of the CHI at the time.

At the time of that CHI Report, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust was Keith Thomson. In 1994, when Dafydd wrote to John Mullen, the CEO of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust and told him that he had ordered the MDU to raise a High Court injunction against me, Dafydd CC’d the 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 after Barry Shingles, yet another corrupt NHS manager in Gwynedd, who was expected to become CEO, killed himself.

Keith Thomson was a grade A nightmare, even by the standards of NHS managers in north Wales. He 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. Dr Brian Gibbons, the Welsh Gov’t Health Minister who was one of those who refused to investigate my complaint and in the end even correspond with me, appointed Thomson as CEO of the Pembrokeshire and Derwen NHS Trust. Where there was havoc in the NHS…

I also took my complaint to the Gwynedd Community Health Council. The CEO repeatedly lied to me and then refused to investigate the complaint. The CEO was Glanville Owen. Who in the mid-1980s had been the Deputy Director of Gwynedd Social Services responsible for children’s homes…

Rhodri Morgan was FM when Welsh Gov’t Health Minister Dr Brian Gibbons – who was in the Socialist Health Association with John Dunwoody and Ed’s Uncle Harry – let Keith Thomson 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.

Keith Thomson had grown up in Bangor and went to Friars School. Yet before becoming CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, he had spent time as an NHS manager in Stirling. The Stirling ruled by Lord Jack McConnell, who had gone to Stirling University with my best friend from school and the man whom she later married and shafted them from 1986 onward, when Dafydd and the gang went after them as well as Brown and Brown’s brother, being witnesses who wouldn’t abandon me. See post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’. The Lord Jack who is a big pal of Sarah’s Teddy Bear Gordon. Lord Jack was FM of Scotland, 2001-07. Lord Jack, I am so glad that my friend spurned your efforts at discussing Uganda with her when she was an undergrad. What a toe rag you are, no wonder she married your rival.

Here is the turd whom Scotland elected as FM:

The Lord McConnell of Glenscorrodale
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It was Lord Jack who appointed Prof Alexis Jay as the most senior social worker in Scotland. The Alexis who was responsible for the Orkney Satanic Panic, who ignored abuse which really did happen – including in Stirling – and who is now Chairing the IICSA. See post ‘The Scottish Play’.

Lord Jack is a big mate of Kirsty Wark of ‘Newsnight’ fame. See previous posts.

Lord Jack’s pal Gordon’s wife Sarah was the business partner of Julia Hobsbawm when they formed the PR company Hobsbawm Macaulay Communications in 1992. Hobsbawm Macaulay’s clients included the ‘New Statesman’, the Labour Party and trade unions.

In 1996, the year that William Hague announced the forthcoming Waterhouse Inquiry, the ‘New Statesman’ published an article by Richard Webster entitled ‘Can a Whistle-Blower Be Wrong?’. The article libelled Alison Taylor, the social worker from Gwynedd who spent years blowing the whistle on the abuse of kids in care in Wales only to be sacked by Gwynedd County Council. Alison sued and won, representing herself. The ‘New Statesman’ subsequently admitted that they published the article because they knew that she could not afford to employ legal representation if she sued. Richard Webster was the author of ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’ and maintained that the Secret was that there was no paedophile ring, Bryn Estyn was just a rather mediocre children’s home. Richard Webster spent a lot of time and money researching Bryn Estyn and associated matters and no-one has ever found out who footed the bill for it all. Richard Webster believed that the problem was one of vulnerable people naming innocent social workers and others as a result of discredited therapeutic techniques. The naming of innocent people was going on in north Wales but the targets were being encouraged to name people – often people from their pasts – who had definitely NOT abused them after they had named other people, including NHS and social services staff, who had been involved in abuse. People were certainly tied up in knots but no-one could have been involved with the Social Services, mental health services and criminal justice system in north Wales during the 1970s, 80s and 90s and not realised that very, very abusive people were staffing and managing those sectors and that corrupt people at Cabinet level and in the highest echelons of the civil service were protecting them.

The ‘New Statesman’ was owned by Geoffrey Robinson, who has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976. Geoffrey Robinson was the one who precipitated Mandelson’s first resignation after he gave Mandy that undeclared loan to enable Mandy to buy a posh house. Kids from Coventry were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Dr Colin Berry, a Top Doc from Walsgrave Hospital in Coventry, was one of those who in 1989, assisted Bluglass in concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the gang, as organised by Deirdre and chums at the Welsh Office.

Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed for years by Gwynedd County Council – who in his efforts to conceal the abuse of children and psych patients forged documentation and encouraged NHS and social services staff to perjure themselves -has a daughter who is also a lawyer and entered the civil service. She worked/works as an aide to Mandelson and was in that job in 2011. Her mum is a magistrate and was a lecturer in the School of History at Bangor University, the Dept in which Merfyn Jones held his Chair.

Sarah Brown did a degree in psychology at Bristol University at the same time as Sarah Jenkins, a girl from Bangor did. Sarah Jenkins’s mother was Sheila Jenkins, a psychiatric social worker with the Arfon CMHT. Sheila lied to the police about psych patients, breached confidence and when she felt like it told bare faced lies about ‘clients’. Sheila Jenkins was involved with Prof Mark Williams’s Mindfulness fraud, as was Jenkins’s immediate boss, Keith Fearns.

After Sarah Jenkins graduated in 1984, she returned to Gwynedd for a while and lived in a house at Llandegfan on Anglesey that she rented from Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking gang. Sarah was a Labour Party supporter, as I think was her mother. She shared the house with Christine Lippai, a girl whom I’d been a student at UCNW with. Christine knew about a related paedophile ring in the west country and she also knew, from UCNW, two other students who were targets of Wood and the gang, but I don’t know if Christine knew that so many of their troubles were because they had been targeted.

 

Sarah Brown has been a friend of Julia Hobsbawm’s since they were at Camden School for Girls together. Sarah married her Teddy Bear in 2000, the year that the Waterhouse Report was published. Sarah left Hobsbawm Macaulay in Oct 2001 after finding out she was pregnant with her first child.

Julia Hobsbawm’s family had a second home in Croesor in Gwynedd for many years, until 1979 or so. Julia’s father Eric was friends with Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, his family and their friends from the Bloomsbury Set in London. Some of those in that network were involved with organised abuse themselves and many more were actively concealing it. They all knew about Dafydd and the gang. Eric Hobsbawm was mates with Ralph Miliband, Ed’s dad. Ed worked for Gordon before Ed became an MP and Ed’s now legendary Uncle Harry was a Top Doc at Guy’s who knew many who were colluding with Dafydd. See post ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’.

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Here’s the shipwreck, after all those years of living it up in paradise:

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Merfyn Jones grew up in Llanfrothen, knew the second home crowd, including the Hobsbawms and knew about the abuse gang. Harold Wilson’s mate Asa Briggs who was part of the gang went after Merfyn’s blood when he was at Sussex University and was involved in an anti-Vietnam protest in 1967. See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’.

I know all about the Lord of the Rings, but I’ve now discovered Deirdre, the Lady of the Rings. Who in 2001, before she was responsible for ignoring the abuse and deaths of psych patients at the hands of people who were facilitating a paedophile gang, was appointed as an independent member to the House of Lords Appointments Commission.

Since January 2004 Deirdre has Chaired the BUPA Foundation. Deirde is also: President, Royal Medical Benevolent Fund; Non-executive Director of Dwr Cymru Welsh Water; Vice-President, Marie Curie Cancer Care; Member, Science Committee for Cancer Research UK (for details of the endemic research fraud in CR UK, see post ‘Oh Lordy! It’s CR UK’).

 

The Chairman of the Mental Health Act Commission in 1994, when Dafydd et al were failing to respond to serious complaints about Dafydd who along with his colleagues was lying, perjuring, planting bricks yet were still deemed to be Responsible Medical Officers given powers to bang people up for life without trial and yes, even these days, give them a lobotomy if they really are frightening the Top Doctors, was Louis Blom-Cooper QC. Louis Chaired that Commission when his two Commissioners met with F, Jeff Crowther and me and admitted that they knew that there had been numerous complaints about Dafydd sexually abusing patients, stretching back as far as the 1960s. They then failed to investigate the complaint that F and I had made about Dafydd and others.

Blom-Cooper was appointed to Chair the first Public Inquiry into Ashworth Hospital on Merseyside in the early 1990s. Ashworth Hospital was run by Dafydd’s mates and many of the patients had been sent there by Dafydd and the gang. There were complaints from Ashworth patients to the Mental Health Act Commission. Blom-Cooper was appointed as Chair of the MHAC in 1987. In 1987, David Ewart, of the MHAC’s Liverpool office, conspired with Dafydd, the Home Office and numerous others to frame and imprison me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’. See previous posts eg. ‘Workers Play Time’. Ashworth was subjected to a second Public Inquiry not long after Blom-Cooper Chaired the first one, after a patient was beaten to death by the Angels. The person assigned to investigate the murder was Professor Robert Bluglass, who chose two Angels to assist him in this; one was a senior Angel from Bluglass’s own unit, the Reaside Clinic in Birmingham, the other was one of Dafydd’s senior Angels from Clwyd Health Authority. See previous posts eg.’Security, Security’.

Sir Louis Jacques Blom-Cooper (27 March 1926 – 19 September 2018) was a lawyer specialising in public and administrative law. Louis Blom-Cooper was educated at Port Regis School, Seaford College, University of British Columbia, King’s College (Blom-Cooper graduated from there in 1952, so he was at King’s with the Top Docs who facilitated the trafficking gang), the University of Amsterdam and at Fitzwilliam College, Cambridge.

Blom-Cooper was an academic at London University, 1962-84, while Lord Brian Flowers, Swansea’s famous son, used his knowledge of research fraud, patients harm and the facilitating of the Westminster Paedophile Ring by Dafydd et al to climb to the top and ensure that it all continued. Prior to this he was a columnist for ‘The Observer’, which was owned by the Astor family and edited by David Astor. In spite of his liberal credentials, David did much fancy footwork to ensure that his brother Bill was covered in rather less slurry as a result of the Profumo Affair than he would otherwise have been. It was all blamed on Stephen Ward who most helpfully killed himself after the Top Docs didn’t work to hard to stop him; Christine Keeler, who went to prison for perjury, even though she was terrified and had been threatened at gunpoint; and Bill’s third wife Bronwen. When Bronwen met and married Bill she was a charming, beautiful, stunning, witty model. After Profumo, she was a Welsh slapper who’d gone to school in Dolgellau and was no better than she ought to be, so she was kicked out of Cliveden with her two young children and banished to downtown Surrey. See previous posts.

One journo who worked for ‘The Observer’ for many years until she fell out with Donald Trelford not long after he became Editor was Norah Beloff. Norah’s husband – she married later in life – also worked for ‘The Observer’. Not only that, but Norah was an old hand with Reuters too. Norah was the sister of Lord Max Beloff, a friend of the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees. Lord Max was involved with the establishment of the University of Buckinghamshire, along with Dr John W. Paulley, who concealed organised abuse in Suffolk. See previous posts.

Before John Allen moved to north Wales to open the Bryn Alyn Community, he lived in Suffolk. One of his neighbours was John Jermyn, Lord Bristol, who’s family seat was in Suffolk. John Jermyn was a hopelessly addicted HIV positive user of, on his own estimate, thousands of rent boys. Jermyn died during the Waterhouse Inquiry, as did his brother Nicholas who had not led a lifestyle anything like John Jermyn’s but knew a great deal about it. Nicholas was left to die by the Top Docs in exactly the same way that so many less privileged Hergest patients were. See post ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’.

Thatch became Chancellor of the University of Buckingham and a number of Lord Max’s relations were given academic posts there. See previous posts. Lord Max’s son was Michael Beloff QC, Cherie’s colleague and a good friend of Cherie and Miranda, who in his role as legal adviser to Municipal Mutual, the insurers of Clwyd County Council as well as the North Wales Police, in 1996 ensured that no-one except for Clwyd’s and Municipal’s lawyers, ever got to read the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974. See post ‘It’s A Piece of Cake…’

Blom-Cooper was a Judge in the Court of Appeal of Jersey and of Guernsey, 1988-96. Anyone for Haut de la Garenne?

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Blom-Cooper Chaired more than a dozen Public Inquiries, including the Guns for Antigua scandal – who could have been a safer pair of hands?? – and the Jasmine Beckford Inquiry. He sat as a Deputy High Court Judge on housing and judicial review cases until 1996. That is so reassuring.

Blom-Cooper was well known for his regulatory work, particularly as Chair of the Press Council, subsequently known as the PCC and later as the founding Chair of the premium rate telephone regulator, ICSTIS now PhonepayPlus. So that was why the press published whatever they wanted and everyone was fleeced by the phones companies.

In 1992 Blom-Cooper was appointed by the N Ireland Secretary as the first Independent Commissioner for the Holding Centres, retaining the appointment until 1997. Who was the N Ireland Secretary at the time? Patrick Mayhew. Who had just one year previously in his capacity as Attorney General authorised my prosecution for contempt of court, although he knew that Tony and Sadie Francis had lied on oath; the solicitor Ann Ball of Hempsons knew that as well, as did the MDU. Paddy had previously authorised some more prosecutions of me on the basis of what everybody involved knew was the perjury of Top Docs, social workers and Angels. Oh well, witnesses were found dead, but at least Paddy got a promotion out of it and then a peerage in 1997, after the Waterhouse Inquiry began. Paddy was destined for great things even as a young barrister. In 1973, he was one of those who ensured that Dr Morris Fraser was allowed to continue working as a child psychiatrist after Fraser had been convicted of sex offences on children. Fraser was an Expert on childhood trauma and was involved with Kincora Boys’ Homes. Fraser later moved to England and worked at Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s, as well as UCL.

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Blom-Cooper was subsequently called to the Bar of N Ireland and granted Silk in N Ireland. Blom-Cooper was also Counsel to the Saville Inquiry, acting for the N Ireland Civil Rights Association. Just don’t mention Kincora.

Blom-Cooper’s 1997 book The Birmingham Six and Other Cases considered recent miscarriages of justice. It prompted an unsuccessful libel action in the Irish courts from Gerry Hunter and Hugh Callaghan. Of course their action failed, it’s not as if Louis would ever have lied his arse off is it?  Initially Blom-Cooper argued that the publication of the book in Ireland was outside of his control. When this failed, he relied on European Convention on Human Rights #Article 10 – Right to Freedom of Expression and the newly formulated defence of Qualified privilege – provided good practice was followed it was acceptable to get things wrong. Louis knew all about getting things wrong. Previously inaccuracy would have led to financial penalty. Despite this, solicitor Gareth Peirce accused Blom-Cooper of “shoddy research” and “total nonsense” in respect of the book. Gareth is someone else who ignored what was happening to us in north Wales.

Charged with terrorist offences? Need defending? No problem! Call Gareth Peirce and Mr Mansfield.

Bothered by an insane old man in north Wales? Er, sorry, Mr Mansfield is busy with a big trial, ooh it’ll be taking up all of his time for the next four and a half years… All other members of the Mansfield Community are fully engaged elsewhere as well I’m afraid… It’s the Denbigh dungeon for you…Have you tried MIND and the Community Health Council??

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Blom-Cooper was involved in the foundation of Amnesty International in 1961. Martin Ennals, the brother of Dafydd’s mate Lord David Ennals, was General Secretary of Amnesty for years. It was at Blom-Cooper’s suggestion that Peter Benenson wrote to David Astor proprietor of ‘The Observer’ to publicise the campaign which launched Amnesty. Blom-Cooper also took part in a small committee of individuals who helped carry through the appeal which led to Amnesty International. For more details about Amnesty and those involved, including Polly Toynbee, see post ‘Dogma and Disarray?’.

Blom-Cooper was also a Patron of Prisoners Abroad, a registered charidee which supports Britons who are held overseas and was a Trustee of the Howard League for Penal Reform. Meanwhile at the North Wales Hospital and Ashworth…

Blom-Cooper was a member of the Athenaeum, as was Savile. The Athenaeum is the preferred club for Top Docs and Vice Chancellors. Indeed, Merfyn is a member. I’m only surprised that his dinner wasn’t laced. Would you like some sushi with a hint of polonium Professor Jones? It’s awfully good at this time of year. By the way, a friend of mine has a lovely house that has just come up for rent, in Salisbury, ooh it would suit a well-dressed man.

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Blom-Cooper’s published works included ‘Occupational Therapy -An Emerging Profession in Health Care’ (1989). Now here’s an Interesting Fact. The Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Lord John Walton, held one of the most senior roles in the occupational therapists’ professional association. Walton was not a man who would have taken the role of an OT seriously and all of his other public positions were concerned with science or medicine. The only whistleblower in the mental health services in north Wales was a senior occupational therapist. Walton only decided that he would oversee the OTs professional body after this whistleblower had blown so many whistles that he had become to go-to man for patients who had been assaulted or fitted up in Court by his colleagues. The Hergest Unit tried to fit him up for inappropriate relationships with patients, then they tried to simply intimidate and bully him out of his job. He once told me that the only reason that he ever survived until retirement was that OTs have a different management structure and Alun Davies and the corrupt NHS managers were not his line managers.

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Why was any of this ever allowed to go on? There are people who are undoubtedly only alive and not in prison because the Hergest whistleblower refused to lie on oath, WHY was the Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne allowed to try and stymy the one professional in the mental health services in Gwynedd who flatly refused to succumb to the threats of a gang of paedophiles?

 

Blom-Cooper’s wife Jane predeceased him in 2007. ‘The Guardian’ published an obituary:

Jane Blom-Cooper, who has died aged 67 of cancer, possessed two pearls of great price – passion and compassion. She brought them to bear on the many purposes she achieved, and on the host of people that her personality and ability drew to her.

Born Jane Smither to an East Anglian family, she was brought up in her early years by her grandmother, and hardly knew her father until his return from the second world war. Her independent spirit – rebelliousness towards some conventions and traditions was to remain with her – showed in various early jobs. These included a film project in Morocco and being assistant purser on a Cunard passenger liner. She would say later that not much behaviour could surprise her after what she witnessed on board ship.

Not even that of a gang of paedophiles whom her husband did all that he could to assist.

Not academically inclined at school, she was led by her social and political concerns to gain a social work qualification at Ruskin College, Oxford, in 1965,

Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, met Peter Howarth – who was imprisoned for a series of sexual assaults on the boys in his care at Bryn Estyn in 1994 while Jane’s husband ignored the other members of Howarth’s gang when F and I were screaming as loudly as we could in his direction in the very month that Howarth was jailed – when Arnold was teaching at Ruskin College in 1966. Prezza was a student at Ruskin at the same time. Perhaps Prezza served the drinks on the Cunard boat, where the behaviour on board rendered Jane unshockable?

and worked in the field of social services childcare in Oxfordshire until 1970

There was an organised gang in Oxfordshire at the time, concealed by social worker Barbara Kahan, who in the early 1970s was appointed a social work adviser to Keith Joseph in Heath’s Gov’t. Babs continued in Gov’t advisory work for years and in the early 1990s helped conceal the extent of the abuse of kids in care in Staffordshire (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

and in the London borough of Camden until 1972.

Paedophiles in distress! Call Dame Barbara Mills/Tessa Jowell/famille Hobsbawm…

Via a research project in 1967 at Bedford College, London, she met the lawyer Louis Blom-Cooper.

Bertrand Russell’s son Conrad Russell was an historian at Bedford College for much of his academic career. Bertrand was one of Sir Clough’s mates and lived near Croesor when the Captain and his friends were swinging…

Marriage to him in 1970 meant that she joined forces with his independence of mind and involvement in causes of justice and liberty.

Oh please, this is overdoing it…

Her quarter-century career as a magistrate, particularly in the cause of youth justice, was a major life purpose.

Jesus Christ.

The need for social housing via the Circle 33 Housing Trust in London and the south-east was another, and she played an integral part in the architectural competition for the Old Ford affordable housing development in east London.

Give me Arundells with Ted in situ, it couldn’t possibly be worse than anything arranged by Jane.

With her brother David, she devoted much time and energy to enlarging greatly the chalk-quarrying business in Suffolk begun by their father.

In the quest for human rights and justice of course. SUFFOLK. Er, John Allan and John Jermyn???

Somehow she found time, too, for judicial appointments panels and prison reform causes;

Bluglass, Colin Berry and Dafydd’s other umbrella David Mawson were all on the Parole Board. And whoever could forget Lord Longford who knew all about Dafydd, as did members of his extended family, including Harriet, Lady Antonia, Harold Pinter (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’)…

charities, including Parents for Children, Young Minds and Medical Aid to Palestine; school governorship;

I’ll just fetch the sick bucket

and even leading the rescue of a Shropshire inn and brewery.

The Real Ale Twats in Bangor knew about Dafydd’s gang, which had an outpost in Shropshire after John Allen opened a children’s home there.

Her deepest belief was in family life and its importance, giving equally of herself to her children, Martha, Hannah and George, and Hannah’s son Louis, and to her stepchildren, Alison, Jeremy and Keith, and to Alison’s two children.

They’ve bred.

Over the years, Jane temporarily added to her family numerous young people who needed a home as well as a place to stay.

Aaaarggghh…

In her many different roles, she encouraged others, faced down naysayers, cajoled committees, removed obstacles, took charge when there was much to do or difficulties piled high.

I wish that I’d known, I’d have just flattened her.

For she possessed the genuine quality of leadership – hard to define, but immediately recognisable.

I’m on all the Committees and my husband is Sir Louis.

Her steady eyes, generous smile, expressive hands and welcoming laugh helped put many – men and women alike – at their ease, and to then become her natural allies.

Mad psycho-like glare under the guise of ‘eye contact’; snarl with a good coating of angry red lipstick; expressive hands – er unwanted touching???

When illness stole upon her, she fought it with bravery and tenacity.

It was cancer, the research has been fabricated for the last three decades, by the mates of Jane and her husband. Doesn’t matter how brave and tenacious you are.

Although it often appeared that Jane was driven by some higher purpose,

Keeping a lid on absolutely all of it

she held to no particular faith other than an unwavering belief that she could change things for the better. The testament to that was all around her and lives on in her children, her family and friends, who loved and admired her.

Most of the witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal are dead. Many died while Jane and her husband ignored their screams.

 

 

A caring female relative like Jane is always useful, Greville Janner had one – in addition to his daughters Rabbi Laura and Marion the Mental Health Campaigner who gave birth to that Tibetan terrier as previously featured on this blog of course – but I only discovered that a couple of days ago. Greville had a sister, Ruth Lady Morris of Kenwood, CBE. Ruth can be found starring on the website of Manuel Swaden solicitors, which tells us that

Ruth joined Manuel Swaden in 2002 as a consultant to the Property team. Prior to that, she was Chairman of Partners at Janners and subsequently a consultant at Paisners and then Berwin Leighton Paisners. A recognised property lawyer, she spent many years specialising in the legal aspects of retail warehousing and now provides a wide range of commercial property advice to clients who rely on her expertise and guidance. Ruth has the loyalty of many longstanding clients to whom she has provided advice through the generations. Among her many other pursuits, she was a Vice-President of ‘Woman of the Year Lunch & Assembly’, a Chairman of Tribunals and is a Trustee of several charitable trusts as well as being a director of the Connaught Brown art gallery. In 2014 Ruth was awarded a CBE for services to the community. Ruth retired in October 2017 after 60 years on the roll’.

60 years, it is almost as terrifying as Trumpers.

 

There is a most illuminating interview with Ruth on the Spark 21 website which reveals what those who are not mates of Dafydd and the Piranha brothers are up against:

Let me start by saying that in my day…there were only 28 women a year who qualified, so it was quite a unique profession. I had a five-year article…a five-year traineeship and during that five years, I had two periods of six months which we were allowed off to go to law school, and we had to learn everything in those two six months there were two other trainees with me, one of whom went on to be a Law Commissioner, even though our firm was quite small, and the other was one of the Heads of the Legal department at Scotland Yard….

I am sure that Ruth and the Head of the Legal Dept at Scotland Yard kept in touch… Anyone going to the Woman of the Year Lunch?

 

Finally, while both the Tory and Labour Parties fight among themselves and with everyone else, ‘The Daily Post’ recently ran an article about a scrap in north Wales that has caused nearly as much trouble. A group of fund-raisers from Colwyn Bay blacked up during an event to raise money for the Betsi Heath Board’s baby charidee ‘Cuddles’ and the Board refused the donation because they were ‘advised’ that blacking up was wholly unacceptable. The fund-raisers are deeply offended, local people are fuming but a black barrister gave an interview to the ‘Daily Post’ saying that the fund raisers ought to Learn Their Black History. They are from Colwyn Bay, they are not likely to know much about Black History. Furthermore, if somebody wants them to find out about Black History, try approaching them in a positive friendly manner and offer to put on an exhibition or a lecture, don’t appear in the local newspaper and insult them all. They really won’t have been meaning to insult black people. By the way barrister, I too think that it is a good thing to be aware of histories from other parts of the world, but the Betsi Board is in special measures after hosting the biggest patient abuse scandal that the UK has ever seen, it is dangerous and bankrupt and a gang of paedophiles chased out a previous Chairman because he wasn’t one of them. That is a far greater threat to the health and well-being of the population of north Wales than some men from the pub in Colwyn Bay who are of the vintage to remember the Black and White Minstrels and unwittingly offended an adviser to the Best Board.

Before Merfyn was appointed Chairman of the Betsi and kicked out by a gang of criminals, he was Guvnor of the BBC for Wales. In 2005 I went to a meet the Guvnors evening at Cardiff and Michael Grade, then the Chairman of the BBC and Guvnor Ruth Deech, made offensive racist comments about Welsh people. People in the audience were offended and Merfyn made the point that any sort of racial stereotyping was unacceptable. Grade and Deech continued with their anti-Welsh comments.

Michael Grade is Jewish. I have blogged previously about how my friend who was supporting me in the face of what was happening to me at the hands of the gang in north Wales got into serious trouble in the summer of 1985. She was working at the box office at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and refused to pull strings to get Samuel Brittan, the FT journo who was the brother of Leon Brittan the then Home Secretary, tickets which had sold out and a hotel room when every hotel in Edinburgh was fully booked. Samuel wrote to his big mate Michael Grade demanding my mate’s head on a plate and Grade then complained to my friend’s boss. My friend received a copy of Grade’s letter to Samuel; Grade told Samuel that he was ‘appalled’ at my friend’s ‘rudeness’ and that he would make sure that Sam got a ticket, ‘even if I have to give you mine!’.

Leon Brittan at the time was actively concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well as the criminality of Dafydd and the gang.

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Leon Brittan is Jewish. So is Edwina Currie, who did not raise the alarm when Trumpers, Thatcher’s junior Health Minister, appointed Jimmy Savile to the management task force of Broadmoor; Edwina grew up in the Jewish community in Liverpool. Leo, Dannie and Wilfred Abse, who all facilitated the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd’s gang, were Jewish and from south Wales. Sir William Asscher was Jewish.

Now Mr Grade, were you doing favours for Samuel Brittan because you were simply mates, or because you too were part of the network concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring – which was interlinked with the sex abuse ring in your own industry of entertainment – or because you are a shameless toady who knew that doing favours for the relatives of corrupt Cabinet Ministers would stand you in good stead? Or was it an act of cultural solidarity with a fellow Jewish person? Because Merfyn is someone who, like you, grew up in a community which was facilitating a vicious paedophile ring and to cover their tracks some of the people involved used the umbrella of language, culture and national solidarity. So Merfyn had buckets of slurry thrown at him by people waving those flags who accused him of being a sell-out and then he had to work with pompous Englishers like you who insulted him for being Welsh. The difference between you Grade and Merfyn is that he refused to do favours for a gang of paedophiles…

There is not a problem with ‘Jews abusing children’. There is a problem with child abusers involved in very serious criminality using whatever networks are available to them to protect themselves.

Here are just a few things about Greville Janner that I have not yet blogged:

Janner was President of the Board of Deputies of British Jews, 1978-84. In Parliament, and outside, he was involved in campaigning for the War Crimes Act 1991, lobbying the Thatcher Gov’t to allow legislation to bring those responsible for Nazi atrocities (and now resident in Britain) to justice. He was also a Vice-President of the World Jewish Congress until 2009 and of the Jewish Leadership Council until 2015. He was President of the National Council for Soviet Jewry (1979–85) and the Commonwealth Jewish Council.

In 1988 Janner co-founded the Holocaust Educational Trust with Merlyn Rees, a body which successfully persuaded the British government to add teaching about the Holocaust to the National Curriculum in 1988. Janner stood down from the role in 2012. The Lord Janner Scholarship provides funding for ten schools to take part in the Trust’s educational programmes each year.

Merlyn Rees was originally from south Wales and the Labour MP for a Leeds constituency, 1963-92. Throughout his political career, Rees – later Lord Merlyn-Rees – concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring, as an MP for Jimmy Savile HQ, as Home Secretary and as the N Ireland Secretary. When Cherie’s mate Michael Beloff QC, in his capacity as legal adviser to Municipal Mutual, suppressed the Jillings Report in 1996, Merlyn Rees was a Director of Municipal Mutual. By 1996, the drama teacher John Owen, who taught at a school in Pontypridd, had been abusing his pupils for many, many years and the WJEC and Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority had colluded with the abuse. See post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’. In 1996, Ron Davies was the Shadow Secretary of State for Wales and Miranda appointed him Secretary of State when Miranda became PM in May 1997. Before Ron was elected as the MP for Caerphilly in 1983, he was an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority. Merfyn’s friend, the junior Minister in Miranda’s Gov’t who cleared my name after Dafydd’s gang tried to have me struck off the teaching register in 2004, was from Pontypridd, but unlike Merlyn Rees he wouldn’t collude with a gang of paedophiles so he was named in the media as having ‘let a paedophile remain in teaching’ and refused a peerage. Then the gang went for the jugular of his friend, the VC of Bangor University…

Janner ‘sought to foster good relations between different faiths and religions’ and wrote about this issue in his book One Hand Alone Cannot Clap. He co-founded (along with Prince Hassan of Jordan) the Coexistence Trust, a charidee to combat Islamophobia and antisemitism. Janner became Baron Janner of Braunstone in 1997. Janner was President and an Officer of the All-Parliamentary Group against Anti-Semitism, was associated with the Labour Friends of Israel and in 2002 backed Stephen Byers to be Chairman.

 

 

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My post ‘Interesting Facts’ detailed the skulduggery involved in the construction of the cardiac surgeon Professor Hugh Bentall and his team from Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School as world leaders in their field. There was one member of Hugh Bentall’s team whose background I did not detail in that post – Arthur Hollman. Like many of those involved with the invention of all the excellence at Hammersmith, Hollman worked for the security services.

Arthur Hollman was an ’eminent’ – not for one minute a ‘mediocre’ or ‘dishonest’ – cardiologist, medical historian and plantsman. He was born above his parent’s stationery shop in Daventry, Northamptonshire. Hollman was educated at Tiffin Boys’ School in Kingston-upon-Thames. Hollman’s partner in crime at Hammersmith, Hugh Bentall, had a father who just happened to own Bentall’s, the upmarket department store in Kingston-upon-Thames. The Bentall family virtually ran Kingston-upon-Thames. Hollman went on to study medicine at UCH Medical School, thanks to a scholarship from his father’s firm, W.H. Smith.

After junior posts at UCH and Horton General Hospital at Banbury, Hollman worked in the rheumatic fever unit at the Canadian Red Cross Memorial Hospital, Taplow, under the British cardiologist Paul Wood. In 1949, at Taplow, Arthur Hollman carried out unsupervised right heart catheters to study cardiac output in rheumatic carditis in convalescent children. That sounds familiar – junior doctor let loose on child patients without any mentoring, but his boss is a Big Name, so no-one will have asked any questions. Hollman then did postgraduate work in cardiology in Montreal and Toronto, 1951-52. On his return to the UK, Hollman was a registrar at UCH and Paul Wood’s clinical assistant at the National Heart Hospital in London.

Between 1957-62, Hollman was a senior registrar to J F Goodwin in the Dept of John McMichael at RPMS, Hammersmith, where Hollman worked closely with the surgical team, whose work was discussed in my post ‘Interesting Facts’. In 1957 the heart-lung machine designed by Professor Denis Melrose came into clinical use and Hollman joined the heart team. Hollman was a member of the Hammersmith cardiac surgery team who in 1959 went to Moscow to demonstrate the use of the Melrose machine. See post ‘Interesting Facts’. A photo of Hollman and the team appeared on the front page of ‘Pravda’. In 1960 Hollman pioneered left heart catheterisation with Robert Steiner.

In 1962, Arthur Hollman became a consultant cardiologist at UCH; in 1971 his consultant role was expanded to include Great Ormond Street Children’s Hospital. Later Hollman became an honorary consultant at Conquest Hospital in Hastings.

Hollman treated patients and taught at University College and Great Ormond Street hospitals until 1987. Audrey Callaghan, wife of James Callaghan, served as Chairman of the Board of Governors of GOSH, 1968-72 and then as Chairman of the Special Trustees, 1983-90. Audrey and Jim Callaghan knowingly concealed and colluded with Leo Abse to conceal the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and played an active role in the expansion of children’s homes in north Wales in which children were abused and then trafficked (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

 

Dear old Uncle Jimmy was a regular at GOSH. ‘We didn’t know.’ Audrey and Jim Callaghan definitely did.

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Arthur Hollman was a senior lecturer at UCL and also served as the visiting cardiologist to the Gov’ts of the Seychelles, 1970-86 and Mauritius, 1966-72.

In the early 1970s Hollman led, and won, a campaign against an EC directive that blood pressure should be measured in kilopascals and not in millimetres of mercury.

Hollman continued teaching King’s and Brighton students in Hastings until 2013, when he was 89. Arthur Hollman had a lifelong interest in medical history. So he will have been au fait with the cock-ups, the frauds and the wrongdoing of many of those who taught him and with whom he worked. The really great thing about having an interest in the history of medicine if one is a Top Doctor is that one can very carefully write the history in such a way that it doesn’t implicate one or one’s colleagues should one expect to come under scrutiny in the near future. Thus the versions of the history of psychiatry in north Wales which were written by the paedophiles’ friends in the 1990s when investigations into the abuse of children in the region began (see post ‘More Alan Bennett’).

Hollman was President of the Osler Club of London in 1983. The Osler Club of London is a society founded in 1928 to encourage the study of the history of medicine and to keep ‘green the memory of Sir William Osler’. That memory will have been kept green as well. CRASH! Another witness dead. You won’t find that in anything produced by the green memories of members of the Osler Club. Membership of the Osler Club is open to medical men and women, medical students and persons associated with the history of medicine and in allied sciences. Perhaps I’ll apply to join.

It was a real laugh when the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales all started turning into historians of medicine in the 1990s, some of the ‘Pravda’ extracts even found their way onto the TV. There is an archive clip of Dafydd being interviewed stressing that there is ‘no stigma’ attached to psychiatric patients any longer, that was all back in the Dark Ages.

‘You do realise that you’re suffering from manic-depressive insanity’. ‘And Professor Bluglass told me that he thought that she’d end in a ward for the criminally insane and I found that a chilling prediction’.

No stigma at all, all thanks to Dafydd and the Enlightenment.

 

Cesare Beccaria, father of classical criminal theory (1738–1794):
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
Like other Enlightenment philosophers, Rousseau was critical of the Atlantic slave trade:
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

The Osler Club was founded by a group of British gentlemen, considered part of a medical elite and pursuing the same ideals. They were following the ‘Oslerian legacy’ which was reflected in their activities. Osler was the ‘ideal British gentleman’ who showed concern, commitment and loyalty to both patients and colleagues. The first meeting of the Club was held on 30 April 1928 around the drawing room fireplace at 27 Wimpole Street, London. In attendance was Charles Singer, the Conservator of the Wellcome Historical Medical Museum.The Club continued to meet at various venues, including the Medical Society of London, the Wellcome Institute, the Royal College of Surgeons and the Royal College of Physicians. In 1949, the annual dinner was held at the Royal College of Surgeons. In 1957, the Club met at the Medical Society of London. A substantial bequest from the estate of the cardiologist Thomas Forrest Cotton enabled the Club to secure a permanent home at the Royal College of Physicians.

There are Osler Clubs in the US, Canada, Japan, Argentina and elsewhere in the world. The North Wales Osler Club meets in Dafydd’s sitting room and is funded by Gwynedd County Council.

Meetings of the Osler Club are carried out under Chatham House rules, whereby members are free to use anything heard at the meeting but are not allowed to reveal its source.

This thinks that it is an historical society.

 

Arthur Hollman wrote his first article for the Osler Club at the age of 21 on Sir William Osler and his last, on Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome, at the age of 90 (‘The Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome: a very long follow-up’ Am J Cardiol 2014 May 15;113(10):1751-2).

Hollman sat on the Advisory Committee of the Chelsea Physic Garden as a representative of the Royal College of Physicians for 26 years. He was a livery member of the Society of Apothecaries.

Arthur Hollman’s interest in plants and medicine brought him the fellowship of the Linnean Society in 1985. He was curator of the physic garden at the Barbers’ Company of London. Hollman also tended the garden at Denys Lasdun’s then new Royal College of Physicians building in Regent’s Park, where in 1978 his new scheme linked its plants and trees with their medicinal uses.

Hollman was the first recipient of the President’s Medal from the Royal College of Physicians. He was Secretary of the British Cardiovascular Society from 1974-75 and then served as archivist from 1992-2013.

In 1949 Hollman married Catharine, a consultant in community paediatrics. They had four daughters and eight grandchildren.

In ‘retirement’ Hollman settled back to the family home in Pett near Rye in East Sussex and pursued his interests in botanic pharmacology and the history of medicine.

Hollman’s interest in botany probably means that he was linked to the paedophiles’ friends in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW, who were colluding with Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Dr Robert Gerber mentioned in an obituary that Hollman’s ‘family recall how he would warmly introduce them to leading inventors, academics and businessmen at professional gatherings, only to admit later that he had never previously met them.’

In 2000, Hollman, a keen swimmer, co-founded the so-called Neoteric Offshore Bathing Society at Pett Level beach, close to his home near Hastings.

Between 1991-01 Hollman published four books on plants in medicine and the history of cardiology, including a biography of Sir Thomas Lewis, the pioneer cardiologist – who had taught Hollman at UCL in the 1940s – which won the Society of Authors’ Prize for the best medical history book in 1997.

 

Arthur Hollman, as seen in ‘Pravda’:
Arthur Hollman: he appeared in Pravda

 

I have detailed how Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and Malcolm Pearce were both involved in the now notorious research fraud which they perpetrated at St George’s in the 1990s, but only Malcolm was hauled up before the GMC and subsequently struck off (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Chamberlain was undoubtedly protected by his celebrity friends, including Sir George Pinker, the Royal gynaecologist (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’). Malcolm was publicly disgraced and took the rap for everything. In the aftermath, everybody pretended that they had never met Malcolm Pearce, when in reality they’d all got pissed with him on a regular basis.
I only found out quite recently that after he was struck off, Malcolm worked as a clinical negligence expert. Although he seems to have done this below the radar, Malcolm’s disgrace was so public there will have been a great many people who knew who he was. However, I’m not surprised that Malcolm was provided with a safety net. He will have known about a great deal of the serious crime which was being concealed by St George’s, including that involving ‘VIPs’ and if he’d mouthed off about it a lot of people would have found themselves in a very difficult position. Particularly as by the time that Malcolm was struck off in June 1995, all hell had been unleashed in north Wales. Police investigations had taken place into the abuse of children and in spite of flat denials of the presence of a VIP paedophile ring which was being concealed by those at the pinnacle of society, people could not be reassured. It was during these years that the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales began their frantic construction of a region of literary giants (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) and musicians, both traditional and rock (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). These years also saw paedophiles’ friends reinvent themselves as historians of psychiatry in north Wales, which resulted in some laughably rose-tinted accounts.
Two problems were solved the month after Malcolm was struck off, when Sir Peter Morrison and Bing Spear – the corrupt Home Office mandarin who did Dafydd so many favours with regard to allowing Dafydd to flog drugs (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’) – were found dead within days of each other.
When the scandal involving Malcolm Pearce blew up, I remember thinking that thank God I’d not completed a PhD with him, which was what I was supposed to have been doing when I was at St George’s. My PhD and any publications would have been for ever questioned. Although the Head of the Dept of Obs and Gynae at St George’s was Prof Chamberlain, my boss was Malcolm. This was mentioned on the documents written by Dr Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt occupational health physician at St George’s, that I later managed to acquire. Chamberlain’s name wasn’t mentioned – I was described as being ‘a very bright research assistant working for Malcolm Pearce’, among all the allegations that Dafydd et al had made about me being the most dangerous person who had ever stalked the earth and how I’d nearly murdered them all in their beds.
When I realised how hard people in high places worked to destroy me and a few other witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in the early 1990s, I seriously wondered if Malcolm Pearce had come under attack for the same reason. Numerous people who dared befriend, support or even just employ me I now know were shafted by the paedophiles’ friends. Malcolm might have committed research fraud, but he was by no means the only person at St George’s – let alone in medical research per se – who was doing that. It is far more common than anyone admits.
Consider this. Because Malcolm had been my boss, whether I had completed a PhD with him or not, once he had been struck off for research fraud, anything that I had published in those days would have been blown apart by the paedophiles’ friends who would only have to mention who my most recent mentor and PhD supervisor had been…Meanwhile Malcolm was provided with a lucrative safety net lest he felt inclined to mention a few things himself as a public inquiry into events in north Wales was demanded and allegations flew that peers and Gov’t Ministers were involved in the abuse of children.
Up in north Wales, a group of not very bright paedophiles’ friends were constructed as intellectual giants. Not only were they discovering miracle cures – Prof Mark Williams with his Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) and Dafydd with his PTSD (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) – but they suddenly all took an interest in writing the history of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh! My two friends who worked in the media and who had wanted to make a documentary about north Wales had been smeared and ruined, as had I and another friend from Bangor who was working in medical research. Another friend had been killed and there was an attempt to murder Brown…
I’ve discovered something else as well. During my time working in medical research, I was quite close friends with a number of medical students. I now know that they all left medicine before they qualified. None of them had academic difficulties, they were all very, very good. Neither was their conduct with patients ever questioned; there had never been concerns raised. Yet not one became a Top Doctor.
I watched two medical students forced out at St George’s, so I know how the process took place. I never understood exactly why the knives were out for these students, but they could probably have taken legal action against St George’s if they had known what was going on. Young staff were encouraged to have relationships with them and to find out personal information. The info was then relayed back to the authorities, even info of the most sensitive nature, such as their relationships with their parents or the state of their parents’ marriage or health. Furthermore their telephone calls were being monitored. It was completely unjustifiable. Neither of these students had been the subject of complaint – they were two sensitive young men, one of whom had recently lost his father. The gestapo were sent after them, completely without their knowledge, in order to gain any info that could be possibly used against them. Meanwhile Top Doctors had sex with researchers in labs during working hours and senior staff colluded with organised gangs of people traffickers.

After Geoffrey Chamberlain retired from St George’s Hospital Medical School in 2000, he took up a job teaching the history of medicine at Swansea University as an Apothecaries lecture, a post he retained until 2008. Whilst in that post, he wrote an obstetrics textbook, ‘From Witchcraft To Wisdom’.

Here’s the Witchfinder General himself:

 

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Throughout all the criminality in north Wales and St George’s, the media churned out a constant diet of flattering portrayals of features of the Your Life In Their Hands genre, with the emphasis being on Top Docs Saving Lives and Caring Angels.

The Top Docs are acutely aware of the pulling power of these stereotypes. I mentioned in my post ‘Interesting Facts’ that one of the Top Doctors who worked at St George’s when I was there, Jonathan Frappell, has established his own obs and gynae medico-legal consultancy. Jonathan knew how serious the wrongdoing with which his colleagues were involved was. Jonathan’s website stresses his experience using suitably impressive medical jargon. Just to reassure everyone that he is Human and Caring as well, Jonathan mentions that his wife is a Nurse and that he has four grown up children. This is true, I remember Jonathan’s wife and his – then very young – children.

Everyone remembered Susan Frappell. Because she refused to speak to any doctors who were below the rank of registrar, what with Jonathan being a senior reg. Then Susan made history at a dinner by refusing to speak to the registrar sitting next to her when she found out that they lived in Brixton. The dinner was attended by a Top Doc with a brain who simply coped with ‘that stuck up airhead of a Bart’s nurse who married a doctor’ by pissing herself laughing every time that Susan Frappell opened her mouth.

A Caring Family Man Married To A Nurse! It’s a comfy image which conceals something rather different.

 

Somebody has drawn my attention to the research collaboration between Professor Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, Professor of Cognitive Neuroscience at UCL and Professor Mark Williams, the former colleague of Dafydd and the paedophiles who is behind the fraud that is Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Blakemore is one of the co-investigators of a Wellcome Trust funded project, MYRIAD, investigating ‘mindfulness and resilience in adolescence’. Her co-investigators are Prof Willem Kuyken, formerly of the shambles which is Exeter Medical School (see post ‘NHS Chief Executive Collapses In Court After Being Spared Jail’), Tim Dalgleish of the MRC and Mark Williams himself. I did already know about this piece of joint working. In a previous era it would have surprised me because neuroscientists really do not take people like Mark Williams seriously, but these days the only thing that counts is netting the dosh and a lot of it. Furthermore, as cross-disciplinary research is being very vigorously encouraged by Gov’t and funding bodies, if Sarah-Jayne wants the lucre, she’s got to work with people whom she will have most likely spent many years having a good laugh at.

Sarah-Jayne is of course the daughter of Sir Colin Blakemore, the neuroscientist who had to wait a long time for his knighthood because of his controversial animal experiments, most famously the sewing up of kittens eyes. Colin Blakemore was hated by anti-vivisectionists which was inevitable, but he was considered beyond the pale by a lot of people who were quite used to working with animals themselves. I met someone who’d worked with Colin Blakemore at Cambridge University when I worked at St George’s. He was a very extroverted chatty neurosurgeon from Atkinson Morley’s Hospital who spoke at length about Blakemore’s very questionable animal experiments. This man used to pop over to the Obs and Gynae Dept at St George’s quite regularly and chat to everyone. So as well as chatting to me, he chatted to all those who colluded with Dafydd et al and forced me out of my job.

What’s the betting that the corrupt jungle drums at the University of London being played by folk like Sir William Asscher and Lord Brian Flowers got together and gigged with the corrupt jungle drums of the University of Oxford played by Lord Chris Patten, which hosts Prof Mark Williams, as well as Prof Tom Burns? The Tom Burns who, when that neurosurgeon used to pop over to St George’s for a chat, worked at the Atkinson Morley’s? The Tom Burns who knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles were up to in north Wales?

 

Colin Blakemore has held numerous positions and has received many prestigious awards, but his later career has been at Oxford University and London University. Blakemore was Chief Exec of the MRC, 2003-07. In the Comprehensive Spending Review at the end of Blakemore’s term of office, the MRC budget increased by over one third over three years. Tony Blair’s Gov’t was most generous to the MRC whilst Blakemore was Chief Exec. At the time, there was a push for closer working between the DoH and the MRC. The DoH which had been so impressed with Mindfulness…

Oxford University found itself being particularly receptive to the miracle of Mindfulness whilst Chris Patten was Chancellor. Patten’s wife Lady Lavender was a Patron of Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre. Don’t bother to utter the phrase ‘conflict of interest’ yet, there’s much better to come. Patten was a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t whilst that Gov’t concealed the crimes of Mark Williams’s colleagues in north Wales. Roy Jenkins preceded Patten as Chancellor of Oxford. The Woy who concealed the crimes of Williams’s colleagues in north Wales for years and who acted as a mentor to Blair.

Sir Richard Southwood was VC of Oxford University, 1989-93. It was at that time that Mark Williams was pretending to have achieved great things by Mindfulness. Even when Williams was still at Bangor University he openly told colleagues that what he wanted was a Chair at Oxford. Southwood knew many paedophiles’ friends at Bangor (see post ‘The History, Boys…’). Before Mark Williams left for Oxford, he was a PVC at Bangor. This fraudster and colleague of a paedophile gang was helping to manage the institution.

 

Colin Blakemore has worked for SANE, the charidee founded and run by Marjorie Wallace, who concealed the crimes of Mark Williams’s colleagues in north Wales (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

 

Sarah-Jayne Blakemore was educated at Oxford High School and St John’s College, Oxford. She graduated from Oxford with a degree in psychology in 1996. So Sarah-Jayne will have been taught by her father’s colleagues and may well have known Mark Williams and Tom Burns when she was still an undergrad.

Sarah-Jayne completed her PhD at UCL in 2000. Her PhD supervisors were Prof Daniel Wolpert and Prof Chris Frith. Daniel Wolpert is the son of the biologist Prof Lewis Wolpert who was Professor of Developmental Biology  at UCL.

At a time when serious concerns were being raised about the effectiveness and safety of SSRI anti-depressants, particularly by Dr David Healy in north Wales – who managed to keep schtum about the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles but carried out a substantial amount of excellent work demonstrating serious problems with SSRIs as well as a high degree of dishonesty on the part of Big Pharma regarding the use of clinical trials data  – Lewis Wolpert became a walking, talking advert for SSRIs.

Most of Lewis’s career had been concerned with work on chick embryos but a Personal Trauma resulted in Lewis Wolpert becoming a Service User Extraordinaire. Lewis received vast media coverage after he revealed that SSRIs had saved his life, would save many other lives and anyone who claimed otherwise was an anti-science ignoramus. Lewis had been in bed one night when he suddenly felt a massive urge to commit suicide. Mrs Wolpert realised that this was a medical emergency and called an ambulance. An ambulance was dispatched to the Wolpert residence immediately and Lewis was rushed to, I think, UCH. Which was of course the hospital arm of Wolpert’s employer.

Wolpert received care so good that he waxed lyrical about it ever after, which included treatment with SSRIs. They did the trick. Lewis responded to the SSRIs in exactly the way and within the exact timescale that the manufacturers claimed that SSRIs exert an effect. Lewis was certainly fortunate, because a great many other people did not have that experience. But then they weren’t senior members of staff in the University of London which was in receipt of enormous funding streams from, er, the manufacturers of SSRIs. Call me cynical, but the University of London was run by Lord Brian Flowers who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles and ignored research fraud under his nose for years, at Hammersmith and at St George’s and no doubt in other places as well (see posts ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ and ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

 

 

Not only did Wolpert experience a reaction to SSRIs that was a marketing dream for the manufacturers of SSRIs, but he received the sort of outstanding mental health care that I have never known anyone else experience, at UCH or anywhere else.

In 2011, Wolpert published ‘You’re Looking Very Well, a book on the social and scientific aspects of ageing. The book was withdrawn from sale by its publisher in 2014 after being found to contain numerous passages copied without attribution from the scientific literature and from various websites, including Wikipedia. Publication of Wolpert’s upcoming book, ‘Why Can’t a Woman Be More Like a Man?’, was also delayed after passages of that book were found to be copied without attribution. Wolpert apologised and took responsibility for the ‘errors’. I’m surprised that Lewis felt that he even had to bother publishing a book asking that question. It’s because of our brain structures Lewis, everyone knows that. It’s our corpus callosa, they result in women being better at multi-tasking than men, as I was repeatedly told by numerous people some years ago. That’s why women can have a job, look after the kids and do the washing up, whereas men can’t. Obvious.

The corpus callosum is the grey bit in the middle. The washing up centre is next to the hoovering and dusting centre. In some women, the centre for expensive frocks is bigger than in other women. Diana, Princess of Wales had an enlarged centre for expensive frocks.

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And our hormones mean that we go insane when we hit the menopause and are then magnetically attracted to purchasing books by Miriam Stoppard.

 

Sarah-Jayne’s other PhD supervisor Prof Chris Frith was educated at the Leys School – Trumpers’s husband Alan Barker was Headmaster of the Leys School, it has a thriving alumni network. Trumpers was the Health Minister who appointed Jimmy Savile to the management team at Broadmoor. See post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

Chris Frith completed his PhD at the Institute of Psychiatry in 1969. At that time the Institute of Psychiatry was part of the Maudsley Hospital. Frith did his PhD with H.J. Eysenck, who later became rather discredited. Frith was a PhD student at the Institute of Psychiatry when that place was heaving with Top Doctors who had worked with Dafydd – Dafydd had passed through the Maudsley himself just a few years previously – and were concealing his wrongdoing as well as other serious crime (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Chris Frith is married to Uta Frith, whom Sarah-Jayne names as an ‘influence’ on her work and with whom Sarah-Jayne has published. Uta Frith did her clinical psychology training at the Institute of Psychiatry either when Dafydd was still there or soon after. Uta then completed her PhD at the Institute of Psychiatry in 1968. So she knew the crowd who were concealing Dafydd’s wrongdoing as well.

Dr Tony Francis also worked at the Institute of Psychiatry after he qualified. Tony Francis enthusiastically embraced and promoted Mark Williams’s Mindfulness work.

Chris and Uta Frith won the European Latsis Prize in 2009 and also the Jean Nicod Prize in 2014.

After Sarah-Jayne had completed her PhD with two colleagues of a gang of paedophiles, she received two Royal Society Fellowships in succession, which funded her work at UCL, 2004-13.

Colin Blakemore is a Fellow of the Royal Society, as is Chris Frith. Sir Leszek Borysiewicz is a member of the Council of the Royal Society. Sir Leszek succeeded Colin Blakemore as Chief Exec of the MRC.

 

Mindfulness didn’t only grip the imagination of the DoH and Oxford University, the Welsh Gov’t were seriously impressed with Mark Williams’s research fraud as well and began introducing Mindfulness into just about every context that they could, including in schools. Sarah-Jayne’s Mindfulness research is part of the Mindfulness in schools programme.

Edwina Hart, Welsh Gov’t Health Minister, 2007-11, is part of the ‘Swansea Mafia’. Lord Brian Flowers came from Swansea. Mark Drakeford was Welsh Gov’t Health Minister, 2013-16. I wrote to Drakeford and told him that I had witnessed Mark Williams’s research fraud when it was carried out. I did not receive a reply to my letter, but just weeks later, Drakeford appeared in the media promoting Mindfulness. Drakeford formerly worked as a social worker for Dyfed County Council, whilst a paedophile ring operated in Dyfed, with connections to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales.

Another former PhD student of Chris Frith’s hit the big time as well as Sarah-Jayne – Prof Geraint Rees. Geraint Rees is Dean of the UCL Faculty of Life Sciences, Professor of Cognitive Neurology and Wellcome Trust Senior Clinical Fellow at UCL. He is also a non-executive Director of UCL Business PLC.

Geraint’s colleague Sarah-Jayne is Co-Director of the Wellcome Trust PhD programme in Neurosciences at UCL. That’s the Sarah-Jayne who’s project with Mark Williams is funded by the Wellcome Trust.

 

It’s small world down there at UCL, nearly as small as the world of the paedophiles’ friends at Bangor. If I had been Fergus Lowe, I’d have been knocking on the door of UCL demanding some of the riches that were extracted from Gov’t and funding bodies in return for keeping quiet about Dafydd et al. Oh hang on – that’s exactly what Fungus was doing…

 

Until 2016 Geraint Rees was a member of the Francis Crick Institute Executive Team; he was Deputy Head of the UCL Faculty of Brain Sciences, 2012-14; and from 2009-14 the Director of the UCL Institute of Cognitive Neuroscience. Rees is also a Senior Scientific Adviser at Google DeepMind. He was the elected Deputy Chair of the BMA Medical Academic Staff Committee, 2007-12.

During those years, the BMA were causing havoc in Wales, as they led a co-ordinated attempt to bring down Mary Burrows, the Chief Exec of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, because she had dared challenge the criminal conduct of some members of NHS staff. During that time, the wife of the VC of Bangor University died after the members of the BMA who staffed the Walton Centre found that there was no effective treatment for her. The VC who then became the Chairman of the Betsi when Mary was Chief Exec…

‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us.’

Fings Break you see…

When it was mooted – by Edwina Hart no less – that patients from north Wales should go to Swansea for elective treatment rather than the Walton Centre, the charge against Edwina’s plan was led by Professor Robert Owen, a retired Liverpool University surgeon (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’), who in 1989 co-ordinated the cover-up of the crimes of Dafydd et al in the wake of my complaint (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). Robert Owen’s campaign to ensure that patients from north Wales remained in the hands of the butchers of Walton was supported by a ‘memorandum’ submitted to the Commons Welsh Affairs Committee, signed by ‘retired professional people from north Wales’. Every one of whom had played a key role in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

 

This morning someone who read my post ‘Interesting Facts’ which contained accounts of the backgrounds and work of Hugh Bentall and his son the clinical psychologist Professor Richard Bentall sent me a copy of a paper published by Richard Bentall (in an ethics journal no less, which made my correspondent laugh) in 1992. Bentall gives his address as being Liverpool University. ‘Interesting Facts’ provides details of Richard Bentall’s many links to Dafydd and Liverpool University is of course Dafydd’s alma mater. Dafydd had a great many mates working at Liverpool University in 1992 who were concealing his wrongdoing, including Professor Robert Owen.

I still haven’t found out in which NHS forensic unit Richard Bentall worked. However, whether it was Ashworth on Merseyside or not, if Bentall worked at Liverpool University in 1992, he’ll have known what was going on at Ashworth at that time. Including that murder of a patient, whom it was alleged had been beaten to death by the Angels. Who was appointed to investigate the murder? None other than Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass. To assist with the investigation, Bluglass selected a senior Angel from his own unit, the Reaside Clinic in Birmingham and a senior Angel of Dafydd’s from Clwyd Health Authority. Someone else known to the paedophile gang worked at Ashworth at the time of the beatings and murder – Dr David Mawson. David Mawson got the hell out of Ashworth in about late 1991/92. How do I know? Because he had just run away screaming before the shit hit the fan when he was hired to provide an ‘independent opinion’ on me.

David Mawson was friendly and entertaining and certainly didn’t carry on like Dafydd. But like everyone else, he just couldn’t bring himself to admit what Dafydd et al had done, although he knew and had access to all those records in which Dafydd and co had detailed their own wrongdoing.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Because in 1992, when Richard Bentall was working at Liverpool University, the North Wales Police were investigating the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales. The Chief Constable refused to co-operate with the investigation and in 1992, the investigation ended and it was concluded that there was no evidence of a paedophile gang. The gang who’s members’ written admissions of law-breaking and sexual exploitation of patients were all over my medical records. To which everyone but I had access.

 

Because the people who knew about the misconduct of Dafydd et al are myriad and legion, I still have more to name on this blog.

One such person who has featured here before is Dr Phil Thomas, who worked at the Hergest Unit in the 1990s. Phil Thomas was actually very nice, but he certainly knew what his colleagues were doing. Phil chose the solution which nearly all good doctors did when they found out what was happening – he buggered off and left us at the mercy of Dafydd and co. Phil later left the NHS completely and took up solely academic positions, because he concluded that it was not possible to practice as an NHS psychiatrist without abusing one’s patients. I do admire Phil Thomas for this, but I really wish that he would now speak up about the serious crime which he knew was endemic when he worked in north Wales, along with all his critical psychiatry campaigning work…

Phil Thomas’s friend and co-author is Dr Pat Bracken, another psychiatrist who is well-known for his critical stance with regard to psychiatry. Brown knows Pat Bracken as well. Pat Bracken and his circle are lively intelligent people, he must have heard what was going on in north Wales.

 

Two other people who witnessed the abuses and the madness in north Wales for years scarpered to the Isle of Lewis in the Hebrides, at about the time that Operational Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal – Dr Gary Davies and his GP wife, Clare.

Gary did a degree in psychology at Bangor University and then did his PhD at the same time that I did mine. Gary’s PhD involved working with local Top Doctors with a view to of course improving rural health services in north Wales. Gary knew as well as I did that the situation in north Wales was so dire that the services will never be improved until there’s a spate of convictions. Gary’s dad was also a Bangor psychology graduate. Gary was very friendly with a lot of people who knew the grief that I was continuing to receive at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends and he could well have known about John McTernan’s brother-in-law nicking my computer.

Gary grew up in Bangor and went to Friars School. Friars School operated a two tier system. The kids from Maesgeirchan – the council estate where Ty’r Felin children’s home was located, who’s staff were trafficking kids to Dolphin Square as well as to other locations – were considered a pain in the bum and if possible were excluded, but there were also a lot of the kids of the middle classes who went to Friars School. Their parents were the lecturers, police officers, social workers, Angels, Top Doctors, teachers, NHS managers etc who staffed the ‘services’ in who’s care kids were abused. Many of their own children followed them into those jobs. Gary will have known scores of them.

Gary now holds a senior position at the University of the Highlands and Islands in Scotland. Specialising in rural healthcare of course.

Gary’s wife Clare was for years a GP in north Wales. For a long time Clare worked in the GP practice in Llanfairfechan, although she and Gary lived in Tregarth. Clare knew how bloody awful the mental health services were, she was one of the local GPs who had to constantly compensate for the danger that the mental health services were placing her patients in. A great many of the paedophiles’ friends live at Llanfairfechan, because for many years the institution for learning disabled people, Bryn-y-Neuadd, was located there.

Dafydd’s mate and colleague on the CAIS Board of Trustees Cledwyn Williams was Director of what was then known as Mental Handicap Services whilst the paedophile gang ran riot. Dafydd’s colleagues Dr Michael Craft and his wife Ann carried out research at Bryn-y-Neuadd, which involved helping people with learning disabilities to explore their sexual needs (see post ‘The Old Devils’). The Crafts ‘supported patients in their sexual relationships’ as well. Yet more pioneering research from the sex offenders of north Wales.

After Bryn-y-Neuadd was closed down and the vegetables – as they were described to me by a senior manager of Bryn-y-Neuadd who was a member of the panel interviewing candidates for a job as an Advocate to work at Bryn-y-Neuadd – were planted into the community, Bryn-y-Neuadd served as the HQ for the NHS Trust. The site also subsequently housed the medium secure mental health unit in which victims of the paedophiles’ friends were banged up, if necessary without trial.

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Many of Clare’s patients whom she saw in her role as a GP were thugs past and present who abused the patients of Bryn-y-Neuadd.

Clare is enjoying the good life in Scotland as well. She worked as the Isle of Lewis GP for a long time, but I think that she now also has a senior position in the University of the Highlands and Islands.

 

Whilst rooting around earlier, I discovered something interesting in an old copy of ‘The Lancet’. On Feb 9, 1963, a letter to ‘The Lancet’ was published from I. Atkin, Park Prewett Hospital, Basingstoke Hospital. Atkin quotes frightening statistics regarding the dire fate of seriously mentally ill people – ‘unrecovered psychotics’ – who had been released into the community with inadequate care, some of whom had died. Atkin’s told readers: ‘We must carefully assess the possible ‘burden on the community’ before discharging unrecovered psychotics, otherwise the general public will rebel and bitterly accuse us of failing in the treatment and care of those patients who are not really fit to live in the non-hospital community’.

It was some three years later when ‘The Times’ reported on a scandal from north Wales. Hundreds of seriously ill institutionalised patients from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had been, without prior warning, herded onto coaches one day and bussed out to unsuitable accommodation on the north Wales coast. They were found a few weeks later destitute, starving and lice-ridden. The person responsible was one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, a leading light in the National Association for Mental Health (MIND), who was promoting ‘community care’.

In 1987 as I sat illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital, Angels told me that they feared what would happen with the forthcoming move to community care, because ‘there are no facilities in the community’. Which there weren’t. Neither did anyone bother to develop any. Three small acute mental health units were built in north Wales, which were staffed by the former staff of the North Wales Hospital who’s bad attitude to the patients remained unchanged. At Bangor, in the early 1990s, a good day centre was developed at the Hergest Unit. It thrived for about three years, when it was then closed down. Scores of patients became destitute and died. Because there were still no facilities in the community.

It was reported yesterday that the numbers of severely mentally ill homeless people dying in London are rocketing.

Meanwhile, at Oxford and UCL, millions are being given to Mark Williams, Sarah-Jayne Blakemore and their colleagues to develop ‘Mindfulness programmes’ to be rolled out globally. The work is all based upon a research fraud which was perpetrated by Mark Williams in the late 1980s – when patients began to become destitute and die at the hands of a gang of paedophiles who couldn’t be bothered to look after them and were blowing NHS funding on mindfulness retreats and training rather than services which would keep patients alive.

February 1963. It is now June 2018. The patients are still dying destitute on the streets. Dafydd has remained fully employed throughout his whole career and is now worth a fortune.

 

 

The White Heat Of This Revolution

A recent story on BBC News Online mentioned that business with the eggs which cost Edwina Currie her career in 1988. Edwina was a Minister in the Dept of Health at the time – she was one of the merry band in Health in the late 1980s whom I blogged about in my post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’. Edwina wasn’t a member of the Ministerial group whose bright ideas led to the ‘internal market’ in the NHS and the NHS and Community Care Act 1990, which provided Dr Dafydd Alun Jones with such a business opportunity (see posts ‘Feet In Chains’ and ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’). Trumpers was a Minister in Health at the same time (see post ’95 Glorious Years!), but Trumpers wasn’t part of the Ministerial group either. Trumpers was the bright spark who appointed Jimmy Savile to the management committee of Broadmoor, but Trumpers let Edwina take the blame when Savile was exposed after his death. Edwina knew what was happening but it was not actually Edwina who made the disastrous decision. The DoH was seriously dysfunctional at the time and at least two mandarins with the remit for mental health – Brian McGinnis and Cliff Graham – were undoubtedly knowingly facilitating the organised sexual abuse of children and vulnerable people (see posts ‘The Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘The Old Devils’).

Until I did the research for my post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’, I didn’t realise that Nigel Lawson, in his role as Chancellor of the Exchequer,  led the Ministerial group reviewing the NHS. Lawson was MP for Blaby in Leicestershire, 1974-92. A paedophile ring operated in Leicestershire with connections to Dafydd et al which was concealed by all the usual suspects, including the NHS in Leicester (see post ‘An Expert From England’). It was this gang that Greville Janner was alleged to have been a member of. After Frank Beck, the social worker who was a leading light in the gang, was imprisoned in Nov 1991, it became clear that as in north Wales, everyone had worked very hard indeed not to notice that gang. Lawson must have heard something about what was happening, although by the time the extent of the collusion was clear, he was in the Lords, having stood down from the Commons days before the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

The dysfunction and injustice prevailing in the DoH and indeed in Thatcher’s Gov’t was exemplified by Edwina Currie being forced out. Edwina’s head was demanded on a plate after she stated in Dec 1988 on ITN News that ‘Most of the egg production in this country, sadly, is now infected with salmonella.’. Within days, at least one writ was served on Edwina by a ‘farmer’ (en masse egg producer) and the British Egg Industry threatened to sue as well. Edwina was gone very shortly afterwards, in the wake of allegations that she was an idiot.

Not on that matter she wasn’t. She was spot on – most of the egg production in the country was infected – not every egg, but the majority of poultry farms at that time did have salmonella. So Edwina could have defended herself in court against the accusations of libel, but she left Gov’t instead because she had pissed off some powerful Tory supporting very wealthy factory farmers.

I was fascinated by all this at the time, because by Dec 1988 I had realised that there was very serious crime in the mental health services in north Wales which was being concealed at the highest levels of Gov’t and I had also witnessed the research fraud and malpractice at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’) and the farce which was Prof Robert Baldwin’s Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at Nottingham University (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). I had become very aware that even the alleged centres of excellence in British medicine were unsafe, troubled places which were rotten to the core.

I had also discovered that Brookwood Hospital in Surrey had a terrible safety record. During the year that I lived in Surrey, a Brookwood patient killed himself by firing a nail gun into his head and the press reported that this was ‘not an isolated incident’. I encountered Dr Michael Browne of Brookwood (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’) and concluded that he was as much of a danger to patients as Dafydd was. After I left Surrey, Browne was the centre of a high profile case which involved a prisoner in Wormwood Scrubs who had killed himself. Browne was the prison psychiatrist who had been asked to see the young man by the warders because even they were worried about him. The young man had spent days in his cell in a foetal position crying. He hadn’t eaten and had stopped speaking. Browne had recorded that the young man ‘showed no signs of depression’. Hours after Browne had left the cell stating that the prisoner needed no medical care, the young man killed himself. Browne stated at the inquest that he couldn’t explain why he had recorded on the medical notes that the young man showed no signs of depression.

Michael Browne was not disciplined and the last time that I looked he was still practising. Prof Vincent Marks, my boss at the University of Surrey, had described Browne to me as being ‘very good’ and recommended him. Vincent’s brother was Dr John Marks, the then Chairman/President of the BMA.

Vincent was not a stupid man. He knew that Michael Browne was lethal.

 

In the face of all this, I marvelled that Edwina had been kicked out for stating a fact about the nation’s egg industry. The situation in the DoH in 1988 was far worse that I knew at the time.

I’d be interested to know who it was who served the writ on Edwina and which lawyers they used, there was obviously someone involved who terrified Thatcher’s Gov’t.

 

Everyone who worked in the NHS noticed that the most obvious change during the 80s/90s was the growth – in number, status and income – of the NHS manager. Top Doctors really resented this and routinely made comments about people whom they perceived as complete idiots who at best had poor degrees in arts subjects, when the highest achieving Top Docs had survived medical school and had then completed postgrad training and often a research degree as well. The rise and rise of the NHS manager was of course Thatcher’s response to the excesses of the Top Docs – there needed to be a response, but that was not the right one.

In north Wales, I looked on as Alun Davies, who was once an ‘assistant administrator’, became a ‘business manager’, then acquired grander and grander titles – that could only have existed in the public services – until he became things like ‘Directorate Executive Manager’. Davies acquired no more competence throughout the years but an awful lot more power. This wasn’t simply a result of Davies gaining promotion as a result of his corrupt deals with the paedophile gang – there was a ‘culture change’ which did involve non-clinical managers gaining a lot more clout.

I have a copy of a letter that Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) sent to a senior manager in the mid-80s regarding Davies that was insulting to Davies in the extreme. Francis had become miffed when he found that Davies had told someone that he would ‘chase’ Francis regarding a certain enquiry and Francis fired off a furious letter, reminding everyone that Davies the admin assistant was not going to chase any consultant. Davies wrote a grovelling apology. By the time that Francis took early retirement in the late 1990s Davies and other managers were as rude and insulting to the clinicians whom they did not like as the clinicians were to them. There was all out war between the two groups anyway and the cohort that had a terrible time were junior doctors, who were kicked half to death by consultants as well as by Davies and his mates.

Managerialism won the day. Whereas Top Docs once fell off their chairs laughing at the idea of MBAs, just before I left Bangor University in 2012, the Management Centre was plastered in adverts advising Top Docs that their careers would not go far without an MBA – sadly that is probably true these days – and advising them to sign up for a tailor made Top Docs MBA. Meanwhile patients committed suicide and the clinical outcomes for people in north Wales were for many conditions among the worst in Europe.

Of course I understand that good management is about facilitating people’s work and can be justified. The NHS does not have good management. NHS management is so bad that huge swathes of the private sector simply will not employ former NHS managers. I also know of cases in which managers from other sectors have dipped their toe into the NHS and walked away quickly saying ‘I was not staying there’.

I noticed that when one of those TV series about ‘turning around the NHS’ was screened a few years ago, the hatred between the managers and Top Docs was such that it couldn’t even be hidden for the sake of the cameras. Managers were walking around wearing T shirts which they had made bearing slogans saying ‘how old are they today?’, a reference to their standing joke that the Top Docs carried on like a bunch of three year olds. Meanwhile a Top Doc was interviewed on camera saying ‘I have five degrees. These people have a 2:2 in geography. I am not going to be told what to do by them.’

The two professional groups really do not like each other and the situation is inflamed by the fact that so many of them do live up to their stereotypes – rather dim managerial idiots who have no knowledge of medicine or the human condition, or arrogant pompous Top Docs who indeed think that they are God. Most other people have walked away in despair.

 

Not only did I witness what administrators did on the ground when they metamorphosed into managers but I had a bit of knowledge of a truly extraordinary phenomenon – the development of a University Dept which ran the courses for NHS and social care managers. At Aston University to be precise. The Aston Business School seems to have been a mecca for a very long time if one is an NHS/social services manager. I invite readers to start looking at the CVs of people who run the health and welfare services, even those who have become embroiled in scandal – a great many have gained a business or management qualification from Aston.

Dear old Martin Jones who screwed up so monumentally in every position which he held in the NHS in north Wales left Bangor University in I think 1983, with it is rumoured a Third – marine chemistry I think. There is a Duncan Orme-like gap (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) in Martin’s CV, which I was told was a result of Martin, like Duncan, failing his accountancy exams. Martin rolled up in Gwynedd Health Authority after that in a junior admin role (people who remember Martin from that time enjoy referring to him as ‘the office boy’). Martin later disappeared from the inner circle of the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales to the West Midlands for a few years where he worked as an NHS manager – and completed a business/management qualification at Aston. Martin then returned to north Wales at a senior level and caused havoc.

Under the glorious dictatorship of Keith Thomson, Martin was the Finance Director of the NW Wales NHS Trust. When Keith resigned as CEO of the Trust in 2005 – a few hours after the High Court in Cardiff ordered him to hand over my medical records or face a contempt hearing and a possible prison sentence – Martin became Acting CEO of the Trust. Martin was Keith’s loyal henchman and had contributed as much to the disaster that was the NW Wales NHS Trust as did Keith. I heard conversations in north Wales along the lines of ‘surely the Welsh Gov’t are not going to let mad Martin became CEO of that Trust?’ Martin did become CEO – allegedly because he remained as Acting CEO for a certain period of time which then meant he automatically became CEO under Welsh NHS rules.

I was told at the time that the Welsh Gov’t took their eye off the ball, that Martin landed the job as CEO by default and that the Welsh Gov’t were seething. Health Minister Edwina Hart was known to loathe Martin and allegedly stated that she would not let him privatise Wales’s NHS. Martin was doing that as well as rather more serious things – Martin was facilitating serious criminal misconduct.

However, it wasn’t Edwina who was Health Minister when Martin nipped in through the back door. It was Dr Brian Gibbons, the good friend of the paedophiles. The Gibbons who was receiving letters from me before Thomson resigned, telling him that I had documentary evidence of serious crime on the part of the NHS and social services in north Wales. Gibbons sent me a letter saying ‘this correspondence is closed’. My very serious complaints were never investigated and I heard no more from Gibbons.

Of course Gibbons knew that Martin was sitting in Thomson’s old chair in the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Trust was being sued constantly, there were scandals and deaths on a regular basis, the bill for agency staff was sending the Trust into near bankruptcy because Martin was running the whole Trust  by using agency and locum staff and patients were writing to the Secretary of State for Wales such was the mismanagement.

Furthermore, although after the High Court case in Cardiff Keith Thomson had appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ stating that he was retiring and would be spending more time with his family, playing golf and ‘doing a bit of management consultancy’, Thomson didn’t retire. He was appointed as the CEO for the Trust which at that time covered Pembrokeshire and west Wales. Gibbons will have made that appointment.

Gibbons knew damn well that two crazed, dangerous paedophiles’ friends who were facilitating serious crime were in the most senior positions in two NHS Trusts in Wales.

There was a longstanding paedophile ring in west Wales which was linked to the ring in north Wales.

My post ‘The Human Stain’ details Gibbons’s links to Ireland and Yorkshire as well as to south and west Wales.

Keith Thomson returned to north Wales after his ‘retirement’ from the NHS in west Wales – he lived in a flat owned by Alun Davies in Colwyn Bay.

When Edwina took over from Gibbons as Health Minister in 2007, she dissolved the NW Wales NHS Trust and how glad everyone was. Sadly at the same time, Edwina thrashed out a ‘no redundancies’ deal and every one of those mad, incompetent criminals who had facilitated a paedophile gang and brought north Wales to its knees was re-employed on their previous salaries in the newly created Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Martin had a whole new job created for him. Guess what? The Betsi Board was in chaos from it’s inception and it is now a laughing stock which no-one will work for.

There was one senior person from the NW Wales NHS Trust who was not given a role in the new Health Board, Elfed Roberts, the Chairman. So instead Edwina appointed Elfed to a role in the Governance of the Welsh Ambulance Service. Elfed had previously been a senior officer in the North Wales Police who was removed amidst allegations of corruption.

Readers in Wales will have noticed the state of the Welsh Ambulance Service.

This lot were a bunch of crooks who were all in it together. Gibbons was completely on board and was facilitating it and Edwina was colluding, although she loathed Martin et al. Edwina had a previous career in the trade unions, she’ll have spent years concealing the crap that emanated from the organised abuse of vulnerable people in Wales and the associated criminality and she was not able to control the paedophiles’ friends, although she was frequently under attack from them herself. Then there was the big idiot Rhodri, who had spent his whole career keeping schtum about George Thomas, Ron Davies, Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and the gang in west Wales as well.

I gave some indication in my post ‘The Human Stain’ the depths to which Gibbons and Edwina sunk and the disgrace that they have brought upon Wales. Surely the Lords is the only destination for them now. As well as the anecdotes about Edwina giving out business support grants during her tenure as Minister for the Economy to people whom she had slept with, I have heard people in public life in England making jokes about jobs in the Welsh Assembly being given out on the basis of people shagging Ministers. I know who the person being discussed was – it was Meri Huws, the subject of crude jokes about her being ‘passed around’ after Rhodri had had a go.

Are this lot so stupid that they believe that no-one is aware of these practices?

Gibbons and Edwina received information from me, in confidence, after I trusted them to behave as Ministers should, who could and should have put people in prison. They became accessories by colluding with the criminals.

The Health Minister who succeeded Edwina, Lesley Griffiths, had concealed the organised sexual abuse of children in Wales (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’). The Health Minister who succeeded Lesley Griffiths was Mark Drakeford. Who worked as a social worker in west Wales, whilst a paedophile gang operated there through the social services.

Theresa May is pointing at the Welsh NHS and using it as an example of all that is wrong with the world. Hats off to all of you committed socialists, what a great job you’ve done.

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I don’t know how they all thought that this was going to end, they knew that I had the evidence and was gathering more…

 

To return to the institution which equipped Martin, the ultimate paedophiles’ friend Rhian Huws Williams (see post ‘No One Is Innocent’) and so many others for a life of grime in the NHS and Social Services – Aston University. Brown did his first degree at Aston, and returned there as a lecturer after he completed his PhD at Leicester University. During the mid-1980s, Brown’s dept – the Psychology Dept – was very obviously being deliberately destroyed by the VC, Sir Freddie Crawford, a mate of Thatcher’s. A man called Norman Graham, a former headmaster who still behaved like one and was indeed referred to by the staff as ‘the headmaster’, was installed as Head of Dept who kept telling the psychologists that ‘you must think of yourselves as part of the Business School’, as the Business School expanded and expanded and gradually swallowed the Psychology Dept. Individuals were seriously harassed and one lecturer, Ron Easterby, committed suicide in the mid-1990s. There were many people who took the view that the University had killed Ron Easterby.

It was after 1984 that Freddie Crawford systematically and deliberately destroyed the Psychology Dept at Aston University. Crawford’s assault began after Brown wrote a stiff letter to Dr D.G.E. Wood about events at the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University) involving Gwynne the lobotomist and me, reminding Wood that patients’ welfare should be his priority, not loyalty to colleagues who are unworthy of that loyalty. Brown also told Wood that altering medical records and lying to patients was not an acceptable way of conducting oneself.

I noticed many years ago that Crawford’s assault on Brown’s colleagues and indeed Brown himself came very soon after that letter, but I didn’t have the info about the links between the paedophile gang in north Wales and similar gangsters in the West Midlands. Neither did I know that Crawford was a leader among white-collar crooks, although I was aware that he was famously ‘Mrs Thatcher’s favourite Vice-Chancellor’.

Dafydd and the paedophiles might have thought that Ron Easterby knew what had happened to me at their hands. For one term when I was a student at Bangor I lodged in Port Dinorwic with a man who had grown up in care and who I am now certain was under attack by the paedophiles. His dog was shot, his house caught fire – twice – and he was completely unable to get anybody to employ him, although he didn’t have a criminal record. His friend’s kept telling me that he was having a lot of ‘bad luck’ and that people didn’t like him because he’d been in care. I now have info that suggests that the paedophiles’ friends had noticed me living at this man’s house, particularly because I was English and used to go in for punkish style clothes and hair at the time.

Whilst I was lodging in Port Dinorwic, one weekend I went down to stay with Brown in Birmingham and we went to a club known as the Arts Lab. We went there because it was showing a film that we wanted to see, but the Arts Lab was a popular venue with transvestites and gender bending people. Ron Easterby’s daughter was there – like us, she’d gone to see the film. As we came out of the club, Ron was there waiting to pick up his daughter and saw us and obviously Brown stopped to chat to him. I had no idea that there was a network of sex trafficking gangsters operating between north Wales and Birmingham who watched everyone all the time. I think it highly likely that someone saw us there and saw Ron and his daughter talking to us and thought that we might have known Ron better than we did.

The harassment of other Aston staff who were not Of The Business School continued and Brown was forced out of his job in July 1995.

It was in July 1995 when Sir Peter Morrison and corrupt civil servant Bing Spear, both of whom were associates of Dafydd and the gang, were found dead and the month that before truly bizarre shenanigans had taken place at the highest echelons of the Welsh Office (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

Another notable Welshman is a graduate of Aston Business School – Prof Dylan Jones-Evans, the Tory Party adviser who has now been sacked from nearly every university in Wales (see post ‘News Round-Up, March 20 2017′). Dylan knows what the paedophiles’ friends have been up to – he hated the likes of Meri Huws but knew that the Tories were crawling with paedophiles’ friends as well. Dylan stood for election as the Tory candidate in Aberconwy in 2007 but was unsuccessful – Dylan is not the sort of person to stand as the anti-corruption candidate, he just played the same insane games as everyone else.

Sir Frederick Crawford played a big part in civil life in Birmingham. When he was appointed Chair of the Criminal Cases Review Commission there were objections raised because of his enthusiasm for Freemasonry. Sir Freddie had an off the rails son who was found dead from a heroin overdose in an hotel in Israel. Before he died this young man used to tell people that he could do pretty much anything re drugs n crime and not face prosecution because of who his dad was.

Whilst Sir Freddie was VC, Aston had a lethal student doctor, Philip Cauthery. Cauthery was so negligent with regard to distressed students that Aston had one of the highest suicide rates of any UK university. The students jumped out of the windows of the tower blocks where they were housed – one who lived a few floors above Brown went flying past his window one night and when I went to visit him shortly after the blood stains were still on the place where she had landed – and took overdoses of the anti-depressants which Cauthery dished out in huge quantities. Aston had a very high proportion of overseas students and some of them had relatives living in regimes where family members were tortured, disappeared, assassinated etc. The man allocated for students to talk to in such circumstances was Cauthery…

Cauthery was best known for his sex therapy work. He was on the Editorial Board of Forum magazine – for which Alastair Campbell used to write porn stories. Forum did not feature child porn but it didn’t keep a very close eye on who advertised in the small ads. In 1987 the investigative programme The Cook Report revealed that the small ads were being used by paedophiles to exchange child porn on the European market (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

Cauthery set up a sex therapy clinic and an abortion service with Dr Martin Cole. Martin Cole was a geneticist whereas Cauthery was a Top Doctor. Cole produced a sex education film called ‘Growing Up’ which caused a furore among Mary Whitehouse and her mates – Mary also went for Cole’s jugular because she claimed that his sex therapy clinic was a front for prostitution. I know someone who went to that clinic – they did indeed have a relationship with one of the ‘surrogates’ that Cole was famous for using and she had worked in the sex industry. However Cole was not half so damaging to this man as Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales had been, which was why he had given up with the NHS and gone to Cole.

Cauthery was never attacked in the press or by Mary Whitehouse in the way that Martin Cole was. I am sure that this was because Cauthery was a Top Doc who will, like Dafydd, have enjoyed the full protection of the medical establishment.

For more info on Cauthery and Coleman, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

Mary Whitehouse was a former teacher from the West Midlands who loved referring to what doctors and psychiatrists had said about adolescents’ mental health and the alleged dangers of sex education/porn etc. That’ll have been the Top Docs like Prof Robert Bluglass who were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles.

I have mentioned previously that Dr Colin Berry, a Top Doc from Coventry, was one of those who assisted Bluglass in concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in 1988-89 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). I have missed an obvious link between Berry and others who worked on behalf of Dafydd et al. Berry was from Coventry. Geoffrey Robinson, the very rich Labour MP who’s loan to Peter Mandelson caused Mandy’s first resignation, owned the ‘New Statesman’ when it published Richard Webster’s 2000 article trashing the Gwynedd whistleblower Alison Taylor following the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Robinson has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976.

Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust who presided over chaos, unlawfully prevented me from accessing NHS treatment and tried to frame me on more than one occasion, had worked in the NHS in Coventry after he left north Wales but before he returned in a senior position.

Numerous children in care from the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. After Tony Francis (Dr X) relocated to north Wales to join Dafydd and the paedophiles, Francis’s former boss Ian Brockington was appointed to a Chair in Birmingham University, to join old Bluglass (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

Then there were the links between the notoriously corrupt Freemason-heavy West Midlands Serious Crime Squad who stitched up Ali Khan from Caernarfon in the 1980s and the North Wales Police.

My post ‘Amber Rudd, The Miners’ Strike And A Memory Jogged’ provided details of a family who moved from Birmingham to Anglesey in the early 1980s after rescuing a little girl from ‘cruelty’ in Birmingham. This family showed all the signs of being under attack from Dafydd et al. Dafydd personally began a campaign to try and put their shop out of business, the kids were isolated and marginalised by teachers at Ysgol David Hughes and the father of the family – who had multiple serious health problems – was so badly neglected by the Top Docs that he died in his 50s.

Dafydd and the paedophiles were fully networked into serious organised crime in the West Midlands.

 

Now for more information about the movers and shakers at St George’s Hospital Medical School.

St George’s website makes reference to that shameful episode when it was publicly admitted that the computer programme used to select applicants to the medicine degree was written to systematically disadvantage ethnic minority and female candidates. It got worse. The computer programme had been in use for years and senior academics in St George’s knew that it had been designed to discriminate. St George’s website reminds us all that the programme was the 1979 work of Dr Geoffrey Franglen, so he was the scapegoat for that particular embarrassment. Not only did Franglen not design that programme without anyone else’s knowledge – someone told him to do it – but the website makes reference to the discovery of the discriminatory computer programme in Dec 1986. Now I seem to remember that the scandal didn’t become public until years after Dec 1986 – the shit didn’t hit the fan until the 1990s.

The person who took the credit for blowing the whistle on the Computer Which Said No was the pharmacologist and Top Doctor Joe Collier. Joe Collier had spent his whole career at St George’s and he was fully au fait with the appalling attitudes and practices there. Collier was friends with the society fuckwit Dr Cathy Wilson, who was a mate of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s and the root of many problems in the Obs and Gynae Dept. Collier liked to align himself with radical causes – I could imagine him being mates with Michael Mansfield, he seemed to move in such circles – and he was probably delighted to expose Racism and Sexism. Which is a real laugh, because Joe was described to me by one of his colleagues as ‘an arsehole’. Not that the judgement of that particular person could always be relied upon, but I remember Cathy Wilson getting very angry with Joe Collier after interviewing med school candidates with him because he was aggressive and discriminatory towards the girls who hadn’t come from independent schools in London. Cathy talked about a girl from Yorkshire whom she claimed had been chewed up and spat out by Joe and was denied a place to do medicine despite being very much better qualified that others who were given places. The girl’s crime was to have not defended a feminist position – in Joe’s eyes at least – in her interview.

Nice one Joe! A middle aged white man who has kept quiet about his colleagues running a sex trafficking ring stops a girl from getting into medicine because she’s not a feminist. Joe Collier And His Radical Conscience.

Joe Collier worked in the Pharmacology Dept at St George’s. In 1989 one of the PhD students in Joe’s Dept was Mark Roy, who had previously been employed as a psychiatric nurse in the Reaside Clinic, which was Prof Robert Bluglass’s empire. Mark Roy admitted to me that some wards in the Reaside Clinic were appalling, but Bluglass ensured that no-one saw those wards. For info on Mark Roy’s career among yet more paedophiles’ friends after he left St George’s, see post ‘An Appalling Vista’.

 

The elephant in the room as far as the row regarding the Computer Saying No at St George’s was that St George’s accepted far, far many more ethnic minority candidates (and I think more women as well) than any other medical school in the UK. St George’s was known for being so positive towards ethnic minority candidates that they were encouraged to apply there by schools, careers teachers etc. So what were the other medical schools doing as part of their admissions process and why was this never mentioned?

Then there were the Top Docs who mentioned that you could tell that St George’s wasn’t what it should be by the number of ethnic minority students that they were ‘letting in’.

There was also that student at UCNW whom the sex trafficking GP Dr D.G.E. Wood knew who’s uncle was the Professor of Surgery at St George’s who in 1984 was guaranteed a place at St George’s as a mature student…

 

Between 1971-82 the Dean of St George’s was Robert Lowe, so he had something to do with the Computer Saying No. The Computer Said No throughout the tenure of the next Dean as well, Richard J. West, who was Dean until 1987. Richard J. West was Dean when the time bomb went off which was Prof Oliver Brooke and his enormous collection of child porn stashed on medical school premises. Brooke was jailed in 1986 but was out again in 1987 thanks to Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane. There is no trace of Richard J. West on the internet or indeed Robert Lowe, so obviously the world needed to forget about them. I have no idea if West disappeared from St George’s in 1987 because of Ollie and his kiddie porn and contacts with paedophiles in Europe, but in 1988 Professor Sir William Asscher arrived. Not only did the Computer Continue To Say No after Asscher arrived, but the rest of the paedophile ring of which Brooke had been a member remained in business and Asscher’s colleagues at St George’s continued to conceal their crimes and colluded with them and their mates, including Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales .

My post ‘Enter Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ details some of the evidence in my possession demonstrating that Top Docs at St George’s and Springfield (the associated mental health unit) knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and they believed that Tony Francis was as well. Nonetheless the very same people were in phone contact with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Lucille Hughes and dutifully recorded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and had ‘broken into’ Dafydd’s office ‘such that he thought that he was going to be killed there and then’ because Dafydd had told them this.

Dafydd, please do tell me – when did all this happen????

Dafydd’s mate from the Maudsley, Dr Paul Bowden – who had co-authored with Bluglass – was also called upon to refuse to treat me and declare me dangerous.

Meet Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s:

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Who is a friend of St Helena Kennedy:

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St Helena is married to a Top Doc herself!

St Helena is a colleague of Mike Mansfield of the Proletariat:

 

Mike went to Keele University – where so many paedophiles’ friends and indeed paedophiles themselves worked/studied (see post ‘The Human Stain’) – and was Secretary of Keele Students’ Union. Mansfield was called to the Bar at Gray’s Inn in 1967 and was elected as a bencher of Gray’s Inn in 2007.

Sir William Mars-Jones – a good friend of Dafydd, the paedophiles and Ronnie Waterhouse, was President of UCNW when the staff were running the sex trafficking ring with Dafydd – was a leading light in Gray’s Inn.

Michael Mansfield’s art teacher was Sir Kyffin Williams. Kyffin was an artist who came from Anglesey, spent some time when he was younger in England and then returned to Anglesey where he spent the rest of his life. Kyffin was considered part of high society in north Wales and was greatly toadied to by the paedophiles’ friends.

Dafydd Iwan used one of Kyffin’s paintings as the basis for an album cover:

 

Bangor University has an extensive collection of Kyffin’s paintings.

Other artists in north Wales don’t seem to like Kyffin very much. They all say the same thing – that the only reason he became so well-known is that he was rich enough to establish his own gallery and not need to live by his work. One north Wales artist who had a particular bee in his bonnet about Sir Kyffin maintains that the echelons of the art world which Kyffin moved in was all about ‘cocaine and champagne’ and that there was a great deal of pursuit of young boys on the part of older gay artists.

Sir Kyffin died in Sept 2006. He never married and had no heirs.

 

Cheers Professor Bluglass, let’s raise a glass to remember Kyffin!

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Letters from Dr Robin Jacobson to Nigel Eastman about the dangerous nutter that is me didn’t only just flag up that Dafydd was a colleague of Dr Bob Hobson at the Maudsley (see post ‘The Mentor’), but for some reason Jacobson told Eastman that Dafydd is ‘in his late fifties or early sixties’. This is a rather unusual piece of information to note about a colleague – I suspect that Bob Hobson’s lot of Dafydd’s generation at the Maudsley were known to be shagging the patients or doing other things that they shouldn’t have been and the mentioning of Dafydd’s age was the hidden signal to Eastman…

 

It was on Asscher’s watch that my former boss Malcolm Pearce was struck off for research fraud in June 1995. The BMJ dated 17 June 1995 stated that Pearce was found guilty ‘last week’. ‘That week’ was just two weeks before all that fancy footwork at the Welsh Office which saw David Hunt return as Welsh Secretary for just a few days before Hague was appointed (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’). The fancy footwork spanned the days when a veil was drawn over the details of Dafydd’s retirement and the fact that the North Wales Hospital had not closed down, contrary to what the general public were told.

In the following month, July 1995, Bing Spear and Sir Peter Morrison were found dead within four days of each other – both people who if they squealed could have put a lot of other people in prison for years and caused embarrassment to a great many others – and Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

During the summer of 1995, Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was conducting his farewell tour of Wales, dining with all those who had facilitated the abuse of children in Wales into which Ronnie would soon be holding an inquiry, but of course Ronnie or indeed no-one else knew that.

Pearce was struck off, but his colleague Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain who had been involved in the same fraud and had co-authored the paper of lies was not even disciplined. He gave evidence against Malcolm and Malcolm took the rap for everything. The President of the GMC when Malcolm was struck off but Chamberlain was left free to practice was Robert Kilpatrick. Kilpatrick was Dean of Leicester Medical School, 1975-89, during which time another associate of Dafydd and the paedophiles, Dr James Earp, a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester who was involved with Leicester Medical School, concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘An Expert From England’). At that time social worker Frank Beck was sexually abusing kids in care in Leicestershire and there is considerable evidence that Beck’s mate Lord Greville Janner was as well.

Kilpatrick was given a peerage in 1996, the year in which Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

Chamberlain was concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Pearce might have been as well, but Chamberlain went back further and had bigger and better mates than Malcolm. Chamberlain came from south Wales. His dad was Secretary to the Lord Mayor of Cardiff and when Chamberlain retired from the NHS in 2000 he was given a lecturing job at Swansea University, domain of Rhodri Morgan, who had concealed the child molesting of George Thomas, which Chamberlain would have known about.

The molesting ways of George Thomas were known about and concealed by the Top Docs of Cardiff, one of whom was Sir William Asscher. Asscher qualified in London but went to Cardiff in the mid-1960s. He became the Professor of Medicine at Cardiff in 1976. Asscher knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales as well. Asscher was involved in medical charidee work, as was George Thomas.  In June 1990, whilst I was working at St George’s, Gwilym Jones, a Tory MP and Minister in the Welsh Office who was one concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, held a promotion event at Parliament for the charidee which Asscher founded – Gwilym Jones was Vice-President of the charidee in question. The charidee event received the support of David Hunt the then Welsh Secretary and indeed ‘all Welsh members’ (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

Asscher was not appointed Dean at St George’s to clean up post-Brooke – he was appointed because he was a safe pair of hands who was going to keep the lid on Brooke’s mates who were all still at St George’s. Asscher stepped down as Dean/Principal in 1996 – the year that Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Asscher may well have utilised one of the networks that Greville Janner and Leo Abse, George Thomas’s friend and protector – who stood accused of child abuse himself – used, the Jewish network in south Wales and across the UK. I do not for one minute believe that Jewish people are any more likely to be child molesters than anyone else, but Dafydd and the paedophiles used all available professional networks to protect themselves – even feminist activist networks. It wasn’t just the Freemasons who were used – St Helena Kennedy is not a Freemason, she is a feminist lawyer.

Sir Adolf William Asscher – his full name but he didn’t publicise that for obvious reasons – was born in the Netherlands to a Jewish family. His family were taken to the Westerbork transit camp – the camp to which Ann Frank and her family were taken – and were under threat of being transported to a concentration camp. Asscher’s mother fabricated claims that the family were of English descent and even pointed to Adolf’s blond hair as back-up. In 1943 they were released and they left the Netherlands in 1947.

Leo Abse was from a Jewish medical/legal family and was networked within the Jewish community. Leo Abse’s brother Danny Abse was a Top Doctor well plugged into Top Docs networks in south Wales and London. Greville Janner was born in Cardiff and lived in south Wales until he was 11 yrs old. His father Barnett Janner was a Lithuanian who’s family moved to south Wales when Barnett was nine months old. Barnett went to what later became Cardiff University and established a solicitor’s practice in Cardiff. He lived in south Wales until 1929. In 1947 Barnett Janner became the MP for Leicester North West, the seat to which Greville Janner succeeded in 1970. Both Barnett and Greville Janner were active in the Jewish community, holding many high profile positions.

When Greville Janner was named as a child molester by Geoffrey Dickens MP in the 1980s, Janner accused him of anti-semitism. It is an easy charge to make and of course it could be true. The first time that I saw Janner named as a child abuser was on a fascist website. The accusation was accompanied by so much ludicrous facist propaganda and crazed theories about Jewish conspiracies and just about every prominent Jewish person in the country was named as a child molester on this site so I simply ignored it. It was only later that I realised that there had been a mountain of evidence against Janner and that Dickens was in no way anti-semitic…

 

After Asscher went off into the sunset in 1996, it looks as though St George’s continued with its tradition of appointing safe pairs of hands who steered the ship through the potentially choppy waters which were the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

Sir Robert David Hugh Boyd was Dean/Principal of St George’s, 1996-03. He was another paediatrician ! You’d have thought they’d have learnt wouldn’t you. Furthermore, from 1989-93 Boyd was Dean of the Medical School and Professor of Paediatrics at Manchester University. Which not long previously had hosted Tony Francis, Sadie Francis and Dafydd’s mate Bob Hobson.

Not only that, but the unhinged Dr Tony Roberts – the Top Doctor at Hergest who diagnosed borderline personality disorders in everyone and maintained that it was their choice as to whether they killed themselves or not and who presided over the highest suicide rate among his patients of anywhere in England or Wales except for Camden – graduated from Manchester in the mid-1980s and made his way to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for work.

It was with regard to my complaint about Tony Roberts in 2002 that a forged letter purporting to have been written by me was found in the possession of the GMC (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’). Roberts was involved in the attempt to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ in 2002, on the basis of the perjury of numerous Angels from the Hergest Unit and of course Davies himself. The case collapsed, but I discovered years later that days after the case collapsed, the PNC had been unlawfully amended – twice – to show crimes against my record of which I had not been convicted and furthermore a forged certificate of indictment was found in the possession of Chester Court, stating that I had pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’ at Caernarfon Crown Court. I haven’t ever been charged with ‘violent disorder’.

Robert Kehoe, the ‘expert witness’ who lied about both Brown and me in his farcical report some two years after the ‘threats to kill’ case collapsed (see post ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’), was the business partner of a man who had professional links to Manchester University and to Tony Roberts. It was this man who had recommended Robert Kehoe to my lawyers.

Robert Boyd was Chair of the Manchester Heath Authority, 1993-96. The mental health services in Manchester were in a very ropey state by then and eventually imploded (see post ‘The Mentor’). So obviously Robert Boyd was the choice to lead St George’s when Adolf waved them a fond farewell. Boyd was Pro-Vice-Chancellor of the University of London from 2000-03.

Boyd was subsequently appointed Head of Research for Greater Manchester NHS.

My post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’ described how I was allocated a ‘community worker’ by Gwynedd Health Authority in 1997, after there was an attempt to frame me on the back of the perjury of Angel Bridget Lloyd and my key worker had been ordered not to communicate with me after he raised concerns about my treatment at the hands of the mental health services. The community worker was an Angel, Dave Reader, who was introduced to me as being an Angel who had just arrived in north Wales to do his PhD. I discovered a few days ago that Dave Reader was no such thing, he was an Angel with many years experience and had joined the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales in 1992. Before that he had been a paedophiles’ friend working at St George’s – under Sir Adolph Asscher’s regime.

Reader studied for a BSc with Manchester University, 1994-97 – although he had by then been qualified for ten years and already had a degree. Reader also took a Diploma in Psychosocial Interventions in Psychosis at Manchester in the 1990s. Reader’s friend and colleague Dr Mike Jackson from north Wales not only developed and popularised psychosocial interventions in psychosis but admitted to me that they don’t work.

Dave Reader has called in on many institutions run by the paedophiles’ friends during his career.

 

Robert Boyd is the son of James Dixon Boyd, who was the Professor of Anatomy at Cambridge University, 1951-68. So he probably knew Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

So somebody in London University wanted Asscher in the most senior post at St George’s in 1988. The VC of London University at the time was Lord Brian Flowers, a paedophiles’ friend who came from and went to school in Swansea (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Flowers spent many years at Imperial College and was Rector, 1973-85, working among the wrongdoing. Flowers was VC of London University, 1985-90. Flowers was a member of the Council of the Royal Postgraduate Medical School and Vice-Chairman, 1990-97. So Flowers presided over the research fraud and misconduct that I witnessed at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS and at St George’s. Flowers was VC whilst St George’s concealed the paedophile ring on their doorstep in south London, as well as the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Flowers will have hand-picked Adolf for the job at St George’s.

When Geoffrey Chamberlain retired from St George’s in 2000, after being involved in research fraud and concealing the paedophile gangs, he took up a lecturing job at Swansea University.

 

Here’s the VC of London University who presided over research fraud, the awarding of degrees and jobs in return for sexual favours and of course ran an institution which facilitated and concealed a paedophile gang and serious organised crime, with an admirer:

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Between 1994 and 2001, Flowers was Chancellor of the University of Manchester.

Flowers was a physicist who was a member of the Atomic Energy Authority, 1971-81. He was just the sort of person that you want involved with such matters wasn’t he. For details of Flowers’s numerous other roles, some on ethics committees, see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

Events at St George’s before Adolf arrived were every bit as interesting as the events were once he kissed the tarmac there.

 

Richard J. West, the Dean who preceded Asscher, obviously presided over interesting times as did the Dean before him, Robert Lowe, who was in post 1971-82. I cannot find anything online about these two which is very odd because Top Doctors love splashing their details everywhere and their friends do it for them after they die.

 

Something very momentous indeed went on at St George’s in the late 60s/early 70s. In 1980, St George’s relocated to a brand new building in Tooting. Before that it had been located at Hyde Park Corner since its inception in 1733. St George’s was originally built as a result of a trust donated by the Duke of Westminster. So there was a strong relationship – of a shamelessly toadying kind – between St George’s and High Society. Even in the late 1980s, staff at St George’s would wistfully remember their days in the ‘old hospital’ at Hyde Park Corner and how wonderful it was. Some of that lot really did not want to move to the mean streets of Tooting, even if it meant brand new labs. Bits of the Hyde Park Corner building had been taken across London and re-installed at Tooting so that people could remember the glorious past.

Ken Clarke explains in his autobiography ‘A Kind Of Blue’ that Thatcher’s Gov’t fell out with the Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, in a big way after St George’s relocated to Tooting in 1980 and the Hyde Park Corner site was vacated. According to Ken, Ken Clarke wanted to flog the old St George’s Hyde Park Corner and keep the dosh to reinvest in the NHS  – the Hyde Park Corner site in Knightsbridge was worth a bomb. Grosvenor was demanding the land back on the grounds that his ancestors had donated it so he was now reclaiming it. Ken tells us in his book that Thatch was indeed going to hand the land back to Grosvenor, but Ken was horrified at this free gift to one of the richest men in the country. Ken touchingly speculates in his book that perhaps Thatcher had a respect for the aristocracy and had trouble saying no to them. Er, no. Thatch was shamelessly nouveau riche, she insulted gentlemen, she did not hold with giving them billions of pounds on a plate. Thatch may just have had more difficulty than usual with the Duke, what with him being a friend of Prince Charles.

An added complications were that the Duke was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association. The MP for Chester was Sir Peter Morrison, who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and who’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM the Queen.

This is the man upon whom this house of cards was built:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

And this was/is his partner in crime:

Lucille Hughes

 

It is incredible isn’t it.

From what I can work out from Ken’s book, the battle between Thatch and the Duke of Westminster over a great deal of dosh was taking place whilst I was working at St George’s!

Ken’s book states that the Gov’t did not hand the dosh to the Duke, although Ken doesn’t explain how Thatch and he won that particular battle with the Royal Family. Probably because she didn’t. The Duke of Westminster took the option of buying the Hyde Park Corner building off the Gov’t for £6000k, the value of the building in the 19th century.

This is what Prince Charles’s friend got for six grand:

The Lanesborough Hotel
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The St George’s Hyde Park Corner building is now the 5* Lanesborough Hotel. In 2015 it was said to be the most expensive hotel in London and it has Michelin stars.

 

It’s incredible what deals can be struck if murders have gone uninvestigated, as well as paedophile gangs with members who are Tory MPs with sisters as courtiers.

Most of the victims of the paedophile ring of which Peter Morrison was a member were subsequently found dead, so presumably they never shared in the good fortune once St George’s had relocated to Tooting.

Sir Peter Morrison was knighted by HM Lilibet in Feb 1991, which was when I was sitting in Springfield Hospital (the mental health unit linked to St George’s), having been forced out of my job, facing possible imprisonment on the basis of the perjury of Tony and Sadie Francis, whilst the Top Docs of Springfield and St George’s personally negotiated with Dafydd, Francis and Lucille Hughes without my knowledge.

In 1991 the North Wales Police launched the first investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales. The Chief Constable of North Wales, David Owen, refused to co-operate with the investigation. In 1993 the North Wales Police closed the investigation and declared that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales.

The former colleagues of Dafydd – considering what a bunch of mediocre meatheads they were – all found pretty nice little numbers for themselves in the years after I was forced out of St George’s, as did their children. One of the daughters of an Angel who worked for Dafydd, a man whom his colleagues nicknamed Davey Crockett, was given a job as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales! The Children’s Commissioner was established as a result of Ronnie Waterhouse’s recommendations. Wales leads the way in children’s safety.

 

Here’s where the bodies of the disappeared are buried:

  • North Wales Hospital, Denbigh - County Asylums

‘We didn’t know.’

Oh yes you did.

 

I think that my life must have stopped when I was in my 20s when I was transported into a Lyndsay Anderson film in 1973.

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Some of the people who know something about the reasons why Thatch flogged a piece of Knightsbridge worth millions to Charles’s friend for a bit of loose change who have not yet been named on this blog are:

Huw Griffiths, the incompetent solicitor who used to work in Bangor in the 1990s. Huw is the twin brother of the equally incompetent Aled Griffiths and they are the siblings of Gwenan Carrington, the former Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Aled and Gwenan have been named here previously.

Ceridwen Morgan. Ceridwen’s mum was the legendary Mrs Morgan, who worked in the Zoology Dept in UCNW, whilst the sex traffickers ran the institution. Ceridwen will know something – she was a young adult when it was all happening.

Mrs Morgan had an affair with Professor Lacey in the Plant Biology Dept. Two members of staff in Plant Biology were married to members of the sex trafficking ring. Ralph Oxley was married to Isobel Hargreaves, a social worker for Gwynedd County Council. Chris Wood was married to Dr D.G.E. Wood. Everyone who worked in Plant Biology knew something. Many of them are dead now but those still alive include Dr Dave Shaw, Dr Richard Shattock and a technician called Geraint. There was also a technician called Lynn who worked there for years.

Dr Kieran Lynch. Dr Lynch was a Top Doc working in the North Wales Hospital when Mary Wynch was illegally imprisoned there. Dr Lynch is Irish, he might well have a link to Gangster Gibbons. Gangster Gibbons arrived in Wales in Dafydd’s heyday…

Dr Eifiona Thomas Lane, who is hiding in the bowels of Bangor University after spending years in the comfortable surroundings of Coleg Normal, along with so many other paedophiles’ friends.  I think that Eifiona might be married to a Top Doctor from Penrhyndeudraeth, in which case he’ll be able to point to the burial sites at Denbigh.

The appalling Dr Giles Harborne, a former colleague of Dafydd’s who also worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I have mentioned Giles before, but I see that he is now on the ‘professional panel’ of the charidee Hafal, along with that other faithful paedophiles’ friend Lord Alex Carlile. Hafal has gone into partnership with CAIS and now provides ‘service user involvement’ services across north Wales. The Welsh Gov’t gave Dafydd and Lucille one and a half million quid for that scam.

Muriel Evans, a secretary in the School of English at Bangor University – she might have retired by now. Muriel was there when the paedophile gang ruined the lecturer Dave Nunn, who later disappeared from north Wales after telling some Top Docs that he’d read some ludicrous documents that Dafydd had compiled about me and presented to Liverpool High Court.

Muriel is married to Edward Evans, who worked as a technician in the Zoology Dept for years but ended up in HR. When Edward used to see me around he used to cheerily say ‘you’ll write your autobiography one day won’t you, we know you will’. Well Ed, I’ve done it. My original plan was to only name Dafydd and those directly responsible for the horrors, but then I found out how many people had gained jobs and promotions as a result of doing deals to keep quiet about what had happened to me, received money to perjure themselves or do other disgusting things, plagiarised my work, knowingly spread rumours about me etc etc. But most of all I’ve named everyone because you all swore blind that you knew nothing whilst a bunch of gangsters tried to murder me because of what I witnessed 30 years ago…

 

To return to the big umbrella at St George’s. I wondered who ever pushed the idea that St George’s should relocate to Tooting. The construction of the Tooting building began in the early 1970s. By 1976 the medical school had transferred to the Tooting site, along with part of the hospital and the Hyde Park Corner site finally closed its doors as a hospital in 1980. I presume that the movers and shakers behind the planning to move St George’s to Tooting were those in positions of responsibility in the mid-late 60s.

When the idea was mooted, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor’s father will have been the Duke of Westminster. That was Robert Grosvenor, the 5th Duke of Westminster. In the 1970s, he was the richest man in Britain.

The 5th Duke went to Eton, followed a career in the British Army and between 1955-64 was the MP for Fermanagh and South Tyrone. He was responsible for the Adoption Act 1964, an Act that some unscrupulous people had a great deal of fun with…Just ask Dafydd and Lucille.

Robert Grosvenor was a member of the Lords, 1967-79, but he never spoke in the Lords. He was Lord Lieutenant of Fermanagh, 1977-79.

The Grosvenor family seat is in Cheshire, but Robert Grosvenor spent most of his life living at Ely Lodge, Enniskillen, which was where his son Gerald spent his early years.

Robert Grosvenor will have known whatever it was that was going on at Kincora Boys’ Home that the British Gov’t were so desperate to keep secret.

Somehow Grosvenor must have been persuaded to agree that St George’s would relocate to Tooting. The Gov’t at the time will have been Harold Wilson’s.

 

The VC of London University, 1967-69, was Sir Owen Saunders. Saunders was a mathematician and engineer who spent most of his career at Imperial College and seems to have been the reason why Imperial thrived and expanded enormously during the middle years of the 20th century.

Saunders was born in Streatham, went to Birkbeck and then to Trinity College, Cambridge. At Imperial College Saunders served as Professor and Head of the Mechanical Engineering Department, Dean of the City and Guilds College, Pro-Rector and, following the death of Sir Patrick Linstead in 1966, Acting Rector and then Rector of Imperial. At London University Saunders served in many capacities. He was Chairman of the Academic Council and was appointed Vice-Chancellor following his retirement from Imperial College in 1967. Yet Saunders only remained VC of London University until 1969. After that he was Chairman of the Board of Governors of the Royal Holloway College and he presided over the merging of that college with Bedford College to form the Royal Holloway and Bedford New College.

Saunders was the man responsible for the reorganisation of London University which led to increased devolution of responsibility to the constituent colleges of London University in the Seventies.

There are descriptions of the miracle that Saunders performed at Imperial, of how people began flocking to work there and of the expansionist building programme which effectively created a whole new college at the forefront of teaching and research. Saunders’s obituaries mention that ‘throughout’ it all, ‘there was close co-operation with industry and government laboratories’.

Saunders is described as having ‘moved quietly, almost mysteriously’. On one occasion he invited the staff ‘to a display of conjuring in one of the old lecture theatres. It was the cat rather than the rabbit let out of the bag when we discovered that the Professor was a member of the Magic Circle. Someone whispered, ‘So that is how he does it,’ and we knew what he meant’.

Greville Janner was a member of the Magic Circle.

I suspect that Saunders’s success was nothing to do with his abilities to perform conjuring tricks with animals, although his membership of the Magic Circle may have been very useful. Most people who achieve great things in the sort of institution that London University was and is do so by gaining knowledge of events that powerful people are desperate to keep quiet and then by doing the bidding of those people. As Robert Bluglass can testify.

A dungeon Blugass, with the victims of a paedophile ring illegally imprisoned there – a paedophile ring which numbered among its members a friend of the Prime Minister who was also the brother of Lilibet’s Woman-of-the-Bedchamber. Do you think that you’ll be able to get out of this one then Bluglass?

 

Owen Saunders was educated at Emanuel School, Wandsworth and at Birkbeck College, London University and Trinity College, Cambridge.

Saunders worked with many influential people and was in a position to gain knowledge of much sensitive material, particularly because he worked for the Civil Service as well as in academia. At Trinity College his tutor was Frank Dykes, the pioneer of the Engineering Department at Cambridge.  From Cambridge, Saunders moved to the Fuel Research Station at Greenwich where he met Dr Margaret Fishenden, who had worked with Ernest Rutherford. Saunders had a Civil Service contract that allowed him to move between establishments and colleges and libraries. As a result, Saunders was ‘spotted’ by Professor C.H. Lander (whom he later succeeded at City and Guilds College) and Fishenden followed him. Their research student, Hugh Ford, succeeded Saunders to the Chair and Headship of Mechanical Engineering in Imperial College almost 30 years later.

Early in WWII at Imperial College, ‘almost certainly under the influence of Sir Henry Tizard, then Rector of Imperial College’, Saunders was involved with work on the performance of aircraft piston engines at high altitude. He developed improvements for aircraft engines in aerial combat. Then Saunders was closely associated with Sir Frank Whittle at Power Jets and with Hayne Constant at the Royal Aircraft Establishment Farnborough. Saunders worked on the industrial applications of gas turbines with support from the Ministry of Fuel and Power and from the British Shipbuilders Research Association.

Saunders worked for numerous Gov’t committees – so many that his colleagues couldn’t work out how he actually did all the work that it was claimed he undertook for them. Saunders served on the Aeronautical Research Council for six years, as Chairman of the Propulsion Standing Committee for nine years and he was the first Chairman of the Rockets Committee. For the Admiralty he served in the Marine Propulsion Committee and was Chairman of the Panel for Special Propulsions Systems for Submarines. He was a consultant to the Engineer in Chief and a member of the Committee on Naval Engineering Establishments. He worked with the Department of Scientific and Industrial Research on the steering committee of the National Engineering Laboratory from its formation. He served on the Fielden Committee on Engineering Design.

So Saunders was involved with the Admiralty and associated organisations and people. The Admiralty which contained those very senior officers that featured in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ such as Lord Louis Mountbatten and Sir Alec Bingley, who were the subject of allegations of child abuse themselves and/or were friends and colleagues of those who were and/or those who concealed child abuse and the associated very serious wrongdoing. The Admiralty was the site of the John Vassall Spy Scandal in the early 1960s (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

 

The problem with naughtiness in high places involving crime, spies and Royal personages is what unscrupulous people do if they find out about it. For example, a mad old psychiatrist in north Wales or a less mad but ruthless English engineer who fancies creating a vast world-leading empire out of Imperial College.

 

Owen Saunders was a member of the Ronan Point inquiry in 1968, sitting for many days with Lord Griffiths and Sir Alfred Pugsley. It was claimed that Saunders was so concerned at the possible hazards of a domestic gas explosion in a high-rise building that he pressed for action even before the official report was produced…

Saunders continued to exert influence long after he had stepped down from positions of responsibility, via his former students. His last research student had been Professor Peter Richardson who was then at Brown University. Richardson had just been elected into the Fellowship of the Royal Society and Imperial College had taken the decision to merge with St Mary’s Hospital Medical School, a decision Saunders ‘warmly welcomed’.

St Mary’s Hospital is the hospital containing Lindo Wing, the favoured location for Royal Births…

 

Owen Saunders probably wasn’t the sort of man who was particularly interested in democratising medical schools, expanding medical education or relocating a bunch of vile elitist Top Doctors from their paradise at Hyde Park Corner to Tooting, but Harold Wilson was interested in those things. Information about Harold suggests that he didn’t implement such policies because he had principles, but because he knew that they would be vote winners after the scandals involving the Toffs, such as Profumo, Vassall and the Spies in the Admiralty etc.

 

Harold of the Proles got on very well with HM the Queen, so well that when Harold was linked to matters such as Lord Kagan’s corruption, the Lavender List and Marcia Falkender et al, the Queen’s judgement of character was questioned – ‘she was friends with Wilson and he was a bloody crook!’. Then it was revealed that Lilibet’s art historian Anthony Blunt was a double agent for the Ruskies… No-one knew about Charles’s deep and meaningful friendship with Savile in those days or HM the Queen Mother’s loyal servant Backstairs Billy – satirised in Viz as Backdoor Bobby – being infected with HIV or indeed what Dame Mary Morrison’s brother was doing to boys in the children’s homes in north Wales…

 

Mike Mansfield is a Republican!

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones is a staunch Welsh patriot who only has the interests of his Welsh speaking patients at heart!

Tony Blair is a pretty straight kind of guy!

Tariq Ali is a revolutionary Marxist!

 

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The Dean of St George’s whilst the move from Hyde Park Corner to Tooting was planned was Alastair Hunter, who was Dean between 1956-71. Hunter was Vice-President of the University of London, 1974-75.

Alastair Hunter came from a medical family. His father was a GP in Sussex and he was educated at Winchester and Trinity College, Cambridge, before going on to St George’s Hospital, from where he qualified in 1933.

Hunter rose through the ranks at St George’s, worked at the London Hospital and then went to the Far East as a medical specialist in the RAMC. He returned to St George’s in 1947 to set up the cardiac department. He continued to practice medicine and cardiology during the whole of his long career at St George’s, but ‘also became increasingly involved in the vast transition which that hospital and its associated medical school were about to experience and was, in fact, one of the formative figures responsible for those changes’. He and others ‘had the vision in the early 1950s’, to see that the teaching hospital would be better placed in the centre of an ordinary population rather than at Hyde Park Corner and they set in train the events which led to the development of school and hospital at Tooting.

Hunter’s obituarist stated that as Dean of St George’s ‘He knew all the students, their strengths and weaknesses and knew too how to recognize and bring out their latent attributes. His judgement of people was phenomenally precise, and appointments committees usually had the good sense to follow his lead…On the larger scale, he steered the school through some of the biggest changes in its history and set it on the course towards the large independent medical school which it has now become’.

Hunter became an important influence beyond St George’s, especially in the University of London. He was a member of the Senate and the Academic Council, and he became Chairman of the Conference of Metropolitan Deans. At the College, Hunter served as Assistant Registrar (1950-57), Censor (1971-73) and Vice-President and Senior Censor (1974-75).

Hunter was interested in modern painting and owned a notable collection. He was involved with the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge, which ‘benefited from his guidance and his generosity’.

Alastair Hunter continued an active working life after retirement, helped to plan the Cambridge clinical school and advised the Association of Commonwealth Universities.

Alastair was unmarried.

 

Sir Owen Saunders was succeeded as VC of London University by Professor Sir Brian Windeyer, who was VC between 1969-72. Windeyer was Professor of Therapeutic Radiology at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School, 1942-69 and Dean of the School, 1954-67.

Gwynne the lobotomist was an alumnus of the Middlesex Hospital Medical School – he was a student there whilst Windeyer worked there – and was protected by that institution throughout his career of crime. So one of Gwynne’s umbrella’s was appointed as the VC of London University the year after John Allen established the Bryn Alyn Community, which was the centre of the sex trafficking gang facilitated by Dafydd and Gwynne.

Windeyer was born in Australia, the youngest of seven children of Mabel Fuller Robinson (1864–1956), an orphan emigrant from London to Australia at the age of 18. In 1891 she married Richard Windeyer, a barrister, the son of Sir William Charles Windeyer, a well known Australian judge. Richard Windeyer acted as a Supreme Court judge, Nov 1936-37 and was counsel in the Australian Newspaper Proprietors’ Association’s successful case against Arthur Calwell’s censorship laws during WWII. Richard Windeyer stood as an independent Australian People’s Party candidate in the 1929 federal election. He lectured at the University of Sydney, 1935-44.

Brian Windeyer studied medicine at the University of Sydney, qualifying in 1927. After time at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital Sydney, he worked at the Fondation Curie in Paris, 1929–30. He obtained a Diploma in Medical Radiology and Electrology 1933 at Cambridge University and also obtained FRCS at the University of Edinburgh. In 1931 he became radium officer at the Middlesex Hospital and officer in charge of the Meyerstein Institute of Radiotherapy, formed in 1936. In World War II Windmeyer was Director in the emergency medical service of Mount Vernon Hospital in Northwood, Middlesex. In 1942 he became the first Professor of Therapeutic Radiology at the Middlesex.

So Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends were bombproof in Australia as well. Could that have been why the terrible abuse experienced by the kids from the UK who were sent as child migrants to Australia throughout the 50s, 60s and into the 70s received no publicity for so long? The Councils and Boroughs which sent those kids to Australia were also sending kids to children’s homes in north Wales.

 

The VC of London University who preceded Sir Owen Saunders needs a mention – it was Sir Thomas Percival Creed. Sir Thomas was a lawyer and Principal of Queen Mary College, University of London, 1952-67 and VC of London University, 1964-67.

Creed was born in Leicester, the son of a clergyman and went to Wyggeston Grammar School for Boys in Leicester. He served in the Artists Rifles in France in WWI and then studied at Pembroke College, Oxford. After Oxford Creed joined the Sudan political service, where he read for the bar. In 1926 he became a District judge and in 1928 was called to the Bar at Lincoln’s Inn. In 1931 he was seconded to Iraq, became a judge in Baghdad and held other positions in Kirkuk and Mosul. In 1935 he returned to Sudan as a High Court judge, was Chief Justice of Sudan, 1935–41 and Legal Secretary, 1941-48.

Creed became Secretary of King’s College, London in 1948 and Principal of Queen Mary College in 1952. From 1964-67 he was Vice-Chancellor of London University. His time there was a period of expansion but he managed to ensure the continued federal structure of the university.

Creed married Margaret Brewis of St Helen’s, Merseyside. Creed died in 1969. So until then, Gwynne and Dafydd et al had a powerful friend who had strong connections to Leicester. In 1987, Dr James Earp from Leicester concealed Dafydd and Tony Francis’s criminality.  Anyone remember that business of no-one being able to explain why Greville Janner escaped prosecution in the face of so much evidence and why the police, NHS and Leicester City Council had been criminally negligent in the face of Frank Beck’s offending?

 

The Health Minister/Secretary of State for Social Services, 1964-68, under Harold Wilson was Kenneth Robinson. So Robinson was in post whilst Alastair Hunter of the Big Democratic Vision was Dean of St George’s and whilst Sir Thomas Percival Creed of Sudan and Leicester was VC of London University. Robinson also caught the first year of Sir Owen Saunders tenure as VC.

Readers might remember previous posts on this blog which discussed Sir Kenneth Robinson. Robinson served as the first President of the National Association of Mental Health (MIND) in the 1960s. Dafydd was a leading light in MIND in the 1960s. It is worth me reminding everyone of the highlights of Sir Kenneth.

Sir Kenneth was the son of a Top Doctor and a nurse. He was born in Warrington and was educated at Malsis School in North Yorkshire, before attending Oundle School until his father died when Kenneth was 15 yrs old.  His mother withdrew him from the school on cost grounds. Kenneth joined the Royal Navy during WWII as an ordinary seaman, was commissioned in 1942 and promoted to lieutenant-commander in 1944. So Kenneth was one of the Naval officers who would have known about the naughtiness in the higher echelons of the Navy and the Admiralty (see post ‘Defence Of The Realm’ and ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Lady Juliet Bingley became involved with MIND and took a leading role for many years. Lady Juliet was married to Admiral Sir Alec Bingley. Between them, Lady Juliet and her son William concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al for decades whilst they worked for MIND and then when William was Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Not For Themselves Of Course’).

Kenneth Robinson was a St Pancras Borough Councillor, 1945-49. He was elected as the Labour MP for St Pancras North in 1949. Robinson’s wiki entry tells us: ‘he was probably one of the UK’s most respected Health Ministers. He was always willing to listen, and indeed took informal advice from his local GPs during difficult negotiations over the GP Charter in 1965. John Horder stated of Robinson’s role as Minister of Health: “Kenneth brought to this crisis a mind that was well prepared and the calmness, consideration and personality which we all have known.” Robinson noticed problems with Britain’s approach to General Practice Medicine and quickly sought to reach agreement with practitioners and change the organization, funding, and nature of practice in the system. Robinson published the first consultative document on reorganisation and the need for administrative reform of the National Health System. One compromise he instituted was to reduce the number of hospital beds, under an argument of current under-utilization, and in agreement with the medical profession. In return, the government lifted the limits on fees that medical consultants could charge to patients.’

Little wonder that the Top Docs loved Robinson – he reduced the number of hospital beds AND allowed the Top Docs to charge what they wanted…

Kenneth’s willingness to roll over and have his tummy tickled by the Top Docs had far-reaching consequences. His reduction of beds in return for even more dosh in the Top Docs’ pockets formed the basis for the 1966 General Practitioner’s Charter, which Robinson negotiated with Dr. James Cameron, the General Medical Services Committee  Chairman. Robinson also placed emphasis on nursing, appointing Sir Brian Salman to a ‘special committee of management experts and nurses, which looked into ways to advise and prepare senior staff at hospitals for their posts’. Nurses were treated appallingly and paid very badly for well over twenty years following Sir Kenneth’s ’emphasis’ on them, so he obviously ensured that they continued to keep their traps shut and do what they were told.

Robinson was the man who became embroiled in a massive legal spat with the Church of Scientology. The Scientologists were, strangely enough, convinced that psychiatrists were facilitating crime, experimenting on patients and involved in the sexual abuse of minors. The Scientologists infiltrated MIND in 1969 and MIND conducted a mass expulsion of members who were also Scientologists.

I’m not sure of the exact chronology but the Church of Scientology and Robinson both seemed to have sued each other for libel, although there seems to have only been one trial.

Ronnie Waterhouse was involved in the battle between the Church of Scientology and Robinson/MIND. Ronnie defended Geoffrey Johnson-Smith, the Tory MP for East Grinstead – who was a friend of Sir Robin Day – against Church of Scientology. The Church tried to sue Johnson-Smith and Robinson over claims that Johnson-Smith had made on the BBC that families were being alienated by the Church. Although the Church produced witnesses who spoke highly of it, the jury decided that Johnson-Smith’s comments were substantially true and made in good faith.

Ronnie recommended that Sir Elwyn Jones lead for the defence. Sir Elwyn Jones – who later became Lord Elwyn-Jones – ranked high in the pecking order among the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. He grew up in west Wales, passed through University College Aberystwyth and Cambridge and became a barrister on the Chester and Wales Circuit and a Recorder of Merthyr Tydfil. He served as the Labour MP for Plaistow, West Ham South and Newham. Elwyn Jones was Attorney General under Harold Wilson, 1964-70 and then Lord Chancellor, 1974-79, under Wilson and then Callaghan. It was on his watch as Lord Chancellor that Ronnie was appointed a High Court judge. Elwyn Jones was Shadow Lord Chancellor, 1983-89, under the Windbag.

Elwyn Jones was Lord Chancellor when Mary Wynch was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al, as well as during the preceding years when she had come under attack from a ring of crooked solicitors who fleeced her of her inheritance.

Sir Peter Rawlinson was Attorney General at the time of the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case – Rawlinson was AG throughout the years of Heath’s Gov’t. He had been Solicitor-General under Macmillan at the time of the John Vassall spy scandal (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’), so Rawlinson knew that there was naughtiness in high places accompanied by much hypocrisy.

Geoffrey Johnson-Smith’s appearance on the BBC which sparked the legal case with the Scientologists was the result of a question he’d put to Kenneth Robinson in the House in 1968. Robinson really did not like the Scientologists. It is a great pity that the Church of Scientology is built on such shaky foundations itself, because much of what they have said about psychiatry for years I have found to be true.

The first person whom I met who really hated the Scientologists was Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was helping run Dafydd’s sex trafficking business. Did Wood just think that L. Ron Hubbard’s writings were a bit outlandish? No. Wood told me that the Scientologists needed a shotgun against their heads. Which was an interesting desire, in the light of the claim by one boy at Bryn Alyn that he was sexually assaulted at gunpoint.

Ronnie Waterhouse’s book mentioned that in the Geoffrey Johnson-Smith case, the Scientologists were represented by a junior barrister, Ronald Schulman, who later ‘disappeared in mysterious circumstances’. Ronnie’s story was that Schulman ‘behaved oddly’ in relation to the will of a man who died in a private plan crash en route to France. Ronnie maintained that Schulman was last seen by Ronnie’s barrister friend James Crespi, ‘breakfasting at the Great Eastern Hotel’. Ronnie tells us that it was speculated that Schulman ended up in Brazil. After tangling with Ronnie and the gang it was rather more likely that Schulman ended up in the concrete in a flyover.

James Crespi QC was a friend of George Carman’s and they used to go out boozing and clubbing together. Crespi married a ‘young nightclub hostess’ who left him after three weeks of marriage.

The case appeared before Justice Ackner, and was entitled Robinson v Church of Scientology of California and Others. This resulted in a settlement between the parties on June 1973, where the Church of Scientology acknowledged that there was no truth to the allegations that they had published and offered its apologies to Robinson along with a ‘substantial sum to mark the gravity of the libels’.

I am not a Scientologist and I do not subscribe to L. Ron Hubbard’s theories, but I take the view that Robinson winning that libel case is no reflection upon the truth or otherwise of the allegations made about Robinson, MIND and the psychiatric establishment by the Scientologists. Dafydd was a leading light in MIND at that time and he and his colleagues were running a sex trafficking racket which involved very serious crime; he was being protected by Robinson and the legal establishment. That lot would have been capable of doing and saying anything to force the Scientologists to retract their allegations and cough up damages. At one point Tony Francis instructed his solicitors to sue me for damages on the grounds that I was ‘harassing’ him – my ‘harassment’ consisted solely of letters of complaint about the criminal activities of him and his colleagues. Francis subsequently dropped all talk of suing me once he realised that I’d found a lawyer to fight back on my behalf.

 

Robinson was a member of the Homosexual Law Reform Society’s executive committee. He supported the legalisation of abortion and was Minister of Health in 1967 when the Abortion Act 1967 came into force. Robinson was supportive of voluntary hospitals and health services and voiced his encouragement to these institutions in a speech to the National Association of Leagues of Hospital Friends. These organisations colluded with the Top Docs and the abuse of vulnerable people, almost certainly because they occupied a very submissive position in relation to the NHS.

Robinson later joined Dr Death in the SDP. Which says it all – Dr Death had personal connections to some of the Top Docs of north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

 

Whilst Kenneth Robinson was Health Minister, the criminal activities of Dafydd and Gwynne were well-known to Gov’t and were being concealed. At that time Bryn Estyn was directly managed by the Home Office as an Approved School and it was known that boys were being abused there. There was also abuse of boys at Axwell Park Approved School at Gateshead, the institution which employed Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, who later transferred to Bryn Estyn and were at the hub of the paedophile gang in north Wales. The Home Secretaries whilst Robinson was Health Minister were Roy Jenkins and then Jim Callaghan. Woy spent years concealing the abuse of vulnerable people and after his adventures with Dr Death spent a sufficiently long time in politics to end up as an adviser to Blair. Jim Callaghan also concealed abuse, including in Wales. Callaghan knew that George Thomas was molesting children – Callaghan hated George Thomas but wasn’t going to take him on. The Labour Party couldn’t have afforded such a scandal in its stronghold in south Wales and furthermore George Thomas was mates with Harold Wilson – Wilson kicked off election campaigns with visits to south Wales, accompanied by Thomas. George Thomas was also a good friend to the Royal Family.

Callaghan’s wife Audrey concealed child abuse, both in London and in south Wales. The Callaghans socialised with Leo Abse, who intimidated people and threatened to stitch them up in court in order to conceal his mate George Thomas’s crimes (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse has been investigated for historical sex offences himself. It was whilst Kenneth Robinson was Health Minister that Abse began his efforts which resulted in the rewriting of the legislation regarding children in care which Dafydd and the paedophiles found so helpful, using the paedophiles’ friends to provide ‘expertise’. It was Jim Callaghan who in his capacity as Home Secretary invited Abse to sit on the Houghton Committee, which led to the Children Act 1975. Abse had been working since the late 1960s to establish such a Committee, he pulled the strings and the Committee was comprised of paedophiles’ friends. See post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ for details of Abse’s Grand Plan, which came to fruition with the help of Dr Death.

 

Kenneth Robinson et al were influential figures when the Windbag began his career in politics – the Windbag who knew Tony Francis when they were at university in Cardiff, the Windbag who was married to Glenys the schoolteacher from Holyhead who’s family were mates with Lord Cledwyn, who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles himself. Once the Windbag had established himself politically, it was time for Ron Davies of the Moments of Madness and Looking for Badgers to emerge as a force in south Wales Labour politics…. And so it snowballs into the present.

 

Robinson served as Chairman of English National Opera, 1972-77, of the GLC’s London Transport Executive , 1975 -78, and of the Arts Council of Great Britain, 1977-82.

It was Nye Bevan’s widow Jennie Lee who was Harold Wilson’s Minister for the Arts whilst Kenneth Robinson was Health Minister. Lee was responsible for renewing the charter of the Arts Council in 1967 which saw an expansion in its work just in time for Sir Kenneth to benefit from that. Jennie Lee and Nye Bevan knew about the abuse of children and other people which was facilitated by the NHS, the creation of which was what Nye built his reputation on (see post ‘The Human Stain’). It was deeply flawed from the very beginning but no-one dared say a word.

Jennie Lee and Harold’s crooked lawyer friend Lord Goodman – who helped to get Jeremy Thorpe out of the slurry pit in 1979 – were responsible for establishing the OU, one of Wilson’s flagship achievements.

 

So Harold Wilson busied himself expanding and indeed creating universities, investing in the arts and pushed through schemes such as the relocation of St George’s to Tooting in the name of democracy. It looked very good, but an analysis of the activities of the people who were the movers and shakers behind all this and the trade-offs involved leaves one in no doubt that the poorest and most vulnerable citizens in the UK paid a high price for aspiring wealthier people to lead the life of Riley. Those at the bottom of the heap were locked in a dungeon in north Wales because they were capable of telling people that they had been used for sex by some of the most revered members of society.

Kenneth Robinson died in London in February 1996. By which time Ronnie Waterhouse knew damn well that he was going to be Chairing a rigged Judicial Inquiry in order to conceal the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, but he, Hague and many others pretended that they knew nuzzing.

 

The nature of those governing London University got no better when Professor Sir Brian Windermeyer stepped down as VC. The VC who succeeded him was Sir Cyril Phillips, 1972-76. Sir Cyril was educated at Rock Ferry High School and then attended the University of Liverpool. Sir Cyril then attended the  School of Oriental Studies in London. Sir Cyril served in the Army Education Corps during WWII, ending the war as a lieutenant colonel. He joined SOAS, becoming Professor and Head of the History Depart. In 1956 he became Director of SOAS. It was said that Sir Cyril ‘virtually remade the school’ in the following years.

It was Sir Cyril’s job as VC of London University, 1972-76, to implement the reforms that had been planned years before. He took advantage of his appointment not to follow the original plans.Not that whoever appointed him would have expected him to implement those plans – Sir Cyril’s track record was of a conservative man who had no sympathy for the student activism of the late 1960s and who became embroiled in feuds with other people. By the time Cyril Phillips became VC, Ted Heath was PM.

Philips’ inherited ‘a reforming brief and a financial crisis’. Phillips’s obituary stated that ‘Extraordinary battles ensued as he sought to replace the worst aspects of a re-centralising plan with more rational governance.’ This did not make Phillips a popular man and his tenure as VC was shortened. He stepped down in 1976. Not that his talents had gone unnoticed. He was invited by the Callaghan Gov’t to Chair the Royal Commission on Criminal Procedure (1978-81) into the police and criminal evidence system, the police complaints board and review of the Prevention of Terrorism Act – which led to the police and criminal evidence system under Thatch. Which was when Dafydd and the paedophiles had a party…

 

Philips’ report was described by Patrick Mayhew – the corrupt barrister who did favours for the GMC with regard to ensuring that the paedophile Top Doc Dr Morris Fraser continued practising and who in his capacity as Attorney General authorised two attempts to imprison me for contempt of court although it was known that the paedophiles’ friends had perjured themselves – in Hansard, June 30 2003 as ‘one of the finest expositions of the balance … between administrative and security convenience … and … the liberty of the citizen’.

Sir Cyril then Chaired the Police Complaints Board and Reviewed the Prevention of Terrorism Act.

Orgreave, 1984:

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Stonehenge, 1985:

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Hillsborough, 1989:

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Dafydd, still in business today:

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Here’s a man who spends his days in the Lords:
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And here’s a man with a Radical Conscience:

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After Sir Cyril Phillips had stood down to prepare the ground for Thatcher’s abuse of the police force and criminal justice system, Sir Frank Hartley took over as VC of London University, 1976-78.

Hartley was born in Lancashire and attended Nelson Municipal Secondary School and went on to study for the diploma of pharmaceutical chemistry at the School of Pharmacy, London – now part of UCL. He then worked there as demonstrator and studied for a degree in chemistry at Birkbeck College.

Hartley completed his PhD whilst teaching at the School of Pharmacy. He then became Chief Chemist of the British laboratories of Organon, which were mostly concerned with steroids. From 1943 Hartley was involved with maximizing penicillin production and also research into other antibiotics. In 1946 he became Director of Research and Scientific Services at British Drug Houses (later merged with Merck KGaA) and was involved with work on contraceptive steroids. In 1974 Hartley became Vice-Chairman of the Medicines Commission.  In 1962 he became Dean of the School of Pharmacy, which had then become a school of the University of London. In 1965 Hartley became President of the Royal Institute of Chemistry. He took an active role in university affairs becoming Deputy Vice-Chancellor in 1973 and Vice-Chancellor in 1976. He was the first pharmacist to be an honorary member of the Royal Society of Physicians in 1979 and Royal College of Surgeons in 1980.

Hartley’s son Peter became a canon of the Church of England and his son Frank Robinson Hartley was Vice-Chancellor of Cranfield University from 1989-06.

When I was researching Frank Hartley a few days ago, there was information on the internet linking him directly to the Thalidomide Scandal, but like a great deal of info relating to people whom I mention on the blog that I am about to start researching into, it has disappeared. However Dr David Healy’s blog has featured two recent posts concerning thalidomide. I am still waiting for David to grass up the people traffickers in the north Wales mental health services with whom he has worked for so long, but his exposes of Big Pharma are always worth reading.

It was the ‘Sunday Times’ journo Marjorie Wallace who was behind the campaign on behalf of those who had suffered as a result of thalidomide – it made Marjorie’s name as a fighter for justice. Sadly Marjorie participated in the ultimate deceit in the late 1980s when the net looked as though it was closing in on Dafydd and the paedophiles. Marjorie posed as a mental health campaigner but aligned herself with the Top Docs whom she knew were concealing sex trafficking rings. Marjorie’s shameful record is detailed in my post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’.

Sir Frank Hartley sat on numerous committees and Boards, including the Board of the Royal Free Hospital. Duncan Orme, who as an SU sabbatical officer at UCNW colluded with the wrongdoing of Gwynne and the sex traffickers and who has now reached the higher echelons of NHS senior management, landed his first NHS job at the Royal Free (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Just when everyone was really desperate to keep the lid on the Westminster Paedophile Ring. I was interviewed by the Royal Free at pretty much the same time – during the interview a comment was made to me which contained info regarding me that could only have come from the sex traffickers of north Wales…

Hartley was also on the Boards of Tommy’s Medical School and Kingston Poly. Adrian Bell, one of the staff at UCNW (Bangor University), who colluded with D.G.E. Wood and the sex traffickers did his degree at Kingston Poly. One of Sir William Asscher’s tasks as Dean/Principal of St George’s Hospital Medical School was to oversee the merger of St George’s with Kingston Poly. I have never been able to get to the bottom of why this happened. As with the move to Tooting, the Top Docs of St George’s really did not want to merge with a Poly – I mean St George’s had a hotline to the Royal Family…

One thing that I remember Adrian Bell talking to students about at Bangor was his previous career as a forensic scientist. His story was that he had given it up because of the constant serious abuses of the law with which the forensic science service assisted. So that’s why he rocked up in an institution run by sex traffickers and joined in with them… Adrian was keeping up standards! Or did some of Adrian’s former colleagues from the Home Office/forensic science service catch up with him when I found out about Dafydd et al and began writing letters to Ministers? Adrian Bell was a colleague of Prof Grieg-Smith, who knew Prof Edred Corner, the uncle of Douglas Hurd – who was the Home Secretary turning a blind eye to Dafydd and the paedophiles trying to fit me up in court (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Wheels within wheels – or the same incestuously corrupt shithouse?

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After Sir Frank Hartley died, his son Frank, the former VC of Cranfield University, said that his father had regretted his work on oral contraceptives because he had not been at all happy with the changes in sexual behaviour that he believed that the ‘pill’ had brought about. Sir Frank was someone who oversaw large scale research fraud at London University and protected people who facilitated a paedophile gang who murdered victims and witnesses. I’m sure that it won’t have been Sir Frank’s work on oral contraceptives that caused St Peter to lock the gates when he saw Sir Frank approaching. Particularly as the oral contraceptive that Sir Frank was involved in developing was never marketed because of its ‘side effects’. This was said to have enhanced Sir Frank’s standing on committees concerned with the safety of medicines. One wonders how thalidomide or indeed the many other harmful drugs that ended up on the market slipped past Sir Frank. Along with the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

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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