An Expression Of Their Faith

One of the first Top Doc disasters that I became particularly aware of occurred in 1978, when I was a teenager interested in microbiology. There was much news coverage of a technician who worked at Birmingham University who had contracted smallpox. Days later it was reported that the Professor in charge of the lab had killed himself and from then on the story became of world-wide interest, particularly when shortly after the Professor’s death, the technician died as well. Panic gripped Birmingham because no-one seemed to know how the technician had caught smallpox…

A few days ago BBC Online had a little feature on the ‘last death in the world from smallpox’ and sure enough, it was the case that I remembered from my teenage years. I’ve done a bit of digging and guess what, the smallpox outbreak in Birmingham in 1978 involved such wrongdoing that even by the standards of Top Doctors it was truly awe-inspiring.

Smallpox is an infectious disease unique to humans which killed and was feared for centuries. It is caused by either of two virus variants, Variola major and Variola minor. The risk of death following contracting the disease was about 30%, with higher rates among babies. The last naturally occurring infection was of Variola minor in Somalia in 1977 and the World Health Organisation certified the global eradication of smallpox in 1980.

This is what smallpox does to you:

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Smallpox is so deadly that many took the view that if it could be eradicated from the globe completely and all traces of the virus eliminated, that would be a very good thing. There was an opposing body of opinion which maintained that no matter how deadly smallpox was, it would be worth keeping sample of the virus under controlled conditions for the purposes of research.

The unfortunate employee of Birmingham University who died from smallpox in 1978 was a medical photographer called Janet Parker. Not only did Janet die as a result of the most appalling practices on the part of some Top Doctors, but the Top Doctors concerned were global authorities on smallpox. No-one was ever held to account regarding Janet’s death and a cover-up of which the Top Doctors could be proud placed a veil over the gory details regarding what actually happened which led to Janet’s death. A number of the Top Doctors responsible for Janet’s death died with their reputations as giants of science intact, although of course one involved did feel so bad about what happened that he killed himself. At least that is the official line, but as is often the case when a Top Doc is found dead as a result of a scandal, there are elements in the story which don’t quite add up.

Janet’s death led to a Gov’t inquiry and ‘triggered radical changes in how dangerous pathogens were studied in the UK’. The Inquiry was led by Professor R.A. Shooter, who found that while Janet was working at Birmingham Medical School, she was accidentally exposed to a strain of smallpox virus that had been grown in a research laboratory on the floor below her workplace and that the virus had most likely spread from that laboratory through ducting. Shooter’s conclusion on how the virus had spread was challenged in Court when Birmingham University was unsuccessfully prosecuted by the HSE for breach of Health and Safety legislation. Shooter’s name and reputation are not remembered with anything like the reverence of the names and reputations of those whose serious mismanagement and cavalier attitudes led to Janet’s death and could have resulted in a smallpox outbreak in Birmingham. Reginald Shooter however was a far more eminent medical microbiologist than those whose wrongdoing he investigated or those who opposed his evidence in Court.

As they used to say on ‘Blue Peter’, John Nettleton tells the story.

Janet was married to Joseph Parker, a Post Office engineer and they lived in Kings Norton, Birmingham. After several years as a police photographer Janet joined Birmingham Medical School, where she was employed as a medical photographer in the Anatomy Department. Janet often worked in a darkroom above a laboratory where research on smallpox viruses was being conducted.

 At the time of Janet’s death, a laboratory at Birmingham Medical School was conducting research on variants of smallpox virus known as ‘whitepox viruses’, which were considered to be a threat to the success of the WHO’s (World Health Organisation’s) smallpox eradication programme.

On 11 August 1978, Janet, who ‘had been vaccinated against smallpox’, fell ill; she had a headache and pains in her muscles. She developed spots that were thought to be a benign rash. On 20 August at 3 pm, she was admitted to East Birmingham (now Heartlands) Hospital and a clinical diagnosis of Variola major, the most serious type of smallpox, was made by consultant Professor Alasdair Geddes. By this time the rash had spread and covered all of Janet’s body, including the palms of her hands and soles of her feet and it was confluent on her face. At 10 pm she was on her way to Catherine-de-Barnes Isolation Hospital near Solihull. By 11 pm all Janet’s close contacts, including her parents, were placed in quarantine. Her parents were later also transferred to Catherine-de-Barnes. The next day, poxvirus infection was confirmed by Professor Henry Bedson, then Head of the smallpox laboratory at the Medical School, by electron microscopy of vesicle fluid, which Geddes had sampled from Parker’s rash. (Samples of the fluid were also collected for examination at the Regional Virus Laboratory, which was in East Birmingham Hospital). Janet died of smallpox at Catherine-de-Barnes on 11 September 1978.

Six days before Janet died, her 71-year-old father, Frederick Witcomb, of Kings Heath, died while in quarantine at Catherine-de-Barnes Hospital. He ‘appeared to have died following a cardiac arrest when visiting his daughter’. No postmortem was carried out on Frederick’s body because of the risk of smallpox infection, so there was no knowing why Frederick Witcomb did die, although accounts of the 1978 Birmingham smallpox outbreak always remember to mention that Frederick died following a cardiac arrest.

Special disease control measures were put into place for Janet’s funeral. Undertaker Ron Fleet was sent to Catherine-de-Barnes to collect her body and later described his memories: ‘When the day of the funeral arrived, the cars were given an escort by unmarked police vehicles just in case there was an accident…The body had to be cremated because there was a chance the virus could have thrived in the ground if Mrs Parker had been buried. All other funerals were cancelled that day and the Robin Hood Crematorium was thoroughly cleaned afterwards.’

Many people had close contact with Janet before she was admitted to hospital. The outbreak resulted in 260 people being immediately quarantined, several of them at Catherine-de-Barnes Hospital, including the ambulance driver who transported Janet. On 26 August, health officials fumigated Janet’s home and car. On 28 August, 500 people were placed in quarantine in their homes for two weeks. Of those potentially infected, only Janet’s mother, Hilda Witcomb, contracted the disease – assuming of course that Janet’s dad hadn’t – although Hilda survived. The other close contacts, which included two biomedical scientists from the Regional Virus Laboratory, were released from quarantine in Catherine-de-Barnes on 10 October 1978.

 

Over a year later, in October 1979, the University authorities fumigated the Medical School East Wing. The ward at Catherine-de-Barnes Hospital in which Janet had died was still sealed off five years after her death, all the furniture and equipment inside left untouched.

Birmingham Medical School had previous where smallpox was concerned. A similar outbreak had occurred at the Medical School in 1966, when Tony McLennan, who was also a medical photographer and worked in the same laboratory later used by Janet, contracted smallpox. He had a milder form of the disease, which was not diagnosed for eight weeks. Tony was not quarantined and there were at least 12 further cases in the West Midlands, five of whom were quarantined in Witton Isolation Hospital in Birmingham. There are no records of any formal enquiries on the source of this earlier outbreak despite concerns expressed by the then Head of the laboratory, Peter Wildy. Peter Wildy’s name is barely remembered, probably because of he dared raise concerns about Birmingham University 12 years before a second smallpox outbreak in identical circumstances resulted in a death.

On 6 September 1978, the day after Janet’s dad died, Professor Henry Bedson, then Head of the Microbiology Department at the University of Birmingham Medical School, died. On 1 September 1978 Bedson, while in quarantine at his home in Harborne, cut his throat in the garden shed and died at Birmingham Accident Hospital five days later. Henry Bedson’s suicide note read ‘I am sorry to have misplaced the trust which so many of my friends and colleagues have placed in me and my work.’ I have not found details of Bedson’s death. Cutting one’s throat is quite an effective way of killing oneself, but I have always presumed only if medical help did not arrive very soon. I can’t work out why Bedson would have survived five days and then died. Surely the hospital would have been able to stop the bleeding, guard against infection and do all the other necessaries and see Henry Bedson safely out of the other side of his injury.

In 1977, the WHO had told Henry Bedson that his application for his laboratory to become a Smallpox Collaborating Centre had been rejected. This was partly because of safety concerns; the WHO wanted as few laboratories as possible handling the virus. Bedson knew that his lab would be due for closure if he did not receive more funding and he therefore worked more rapidly, storing more samples.

Professor Reginald Shooter led the Inquiry following Janet’s death and his ‘Report of the investigation into the cause of the 1978 Birmingham smallpox occurrence’ was debated in Parliament and also played an important role in the Court case brought against the University by the HSE. The official publication of the Shooter Report was postponed until the outcome of the trial was known.

The Shooter Report was published in 1980. It noted that Bedson had failed to inform the authorities of changes in his research that could have affected safety. Shooter’s Inquiry discovered that the Dangerous Pathogens Advisory Group had inspected the laboratory on two occasions and each time recommended that the smallpox research be continued there, despite the fact that the facilities at the laboratory fell far short of those required by law. Several of the staff at the laboratory had received no special training. Inspectors from the WHO had told Bedson that the physical facilities at the laboratory did not meet WHO standards, but had nonetheless only recommended a few changes in laboratory procedure. Bedson misled the WHO about the volume of work handled by the laboratory, telling them that it had progressively declined since 1973, when in fact it had risen substantially as Bedson tried to finish his work before the laboratory closed. Shooter also found that while Janet had been vaccinated, it had not been done recently enough to protect her against smallpox, Janet’s vaccination having been in 1966.

The report concluded that Janet had been infected by a strain of smallpox virus called Abid, which was being handled in the smallpox laboratory during 24–25 July 1978. The virus could have travelled in air currents up a service duct from the laboratory below, to a room in the Anatomy Department that was used for telephone calls. On 25 July, Janet had spent much more time there than usual ordering photographic materials because the financial year was about to end.

On 1 December 1978 the HSE announced their intention to prosecute the University. The case was heard in November 1979. Expert evidence, presented by the defence and accepted by the magistrates, showed that sufficient virus material could not be produced by the laboratory to generate an infectious dose in the telephone room where Janet was supposedly infected. Although the source of infection was traced, the mode of transmission was not. A defence witness and ‘smallpox expert’ Kevin McCarthy claimed that 53,700 litres of virus suspension would have been required to generate an infectious dose in the telephone room. Although the Shooter Inquiry noted the poor state of sealing of ducting in the laboratory, it was claimed that ‘this was caused after the outbreak by engineers fumigating the laboratory and ducts’. The University was found not guilty of causing Janet’s death. In August 1981, following a formal claim for damages made by the trade union ASTMS (Association of Scientific, Technical and Managerial Staff) in 1979, Parker’s husband Joseph was awarded £25,000 in compensation.

Professor Reginald Shooter as awarded a CBE in the 1980 Birthday Honours. He retired in 1981 and, like P. Wildy, has all but disappeared from history, although he was alive until 2013.

In light of the Birmingham incident, all known stocks of smallpox were destroyed or transferred to one of two WHO reference laboratories which had BSL-4 facilities; the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) in the US and the State Research Center of Virology and Biotechnology VECTOR in Koltsovo, Russia. Russia at the time obviously being considered a safer pair of hands with deadly viruses than the Top Doctors of Birmingham. Did anyone tell Thatch?

Now let us look in detail at a few of the key players in the disaster which led to panic in Birmingham in 1978.

Henry Bedson was the second son of Sir Sam Bedson, who had been Professor of Bacteriology at the London Hospital. Henry Bedson’s paternal grandfather, Peter Philips Bedson, was Professor of Chemistry at Newcastle University. Bedson’s mother was Dr Dorothea Annie Hoffert, who worked on aeroplane dopes and subsequently did research on oils and fats at the Lister Institute. His maternal grandfather was Henry Hoffert, a Senior Inspector of schools. Bedson was educated at Brighton, Hove and Sussex Grammar School and qualified from the London Hospital Medical College in 1952.

After jobs as a house officer and junior registrar, in 1955 Bedson joined the RAMC and served in Hong Kong until July 1957. During this period Bedson became a junior specialist in pathology and was also part-time demonstrator in morbid anatomy at the University of Hong Kong. In 1957 Bedson was back again at the London Hospital.

In 1958 Bedson embarked on his virological career and was appointed research fellow in the Department of Bacteriology at the University of Liverpool. In 1959 he became assistant lecturer and after one year was appointed a full lecturer. In 1964 he moved to the Department of Virology, University of Birmingham, being appointed senior lecturer and honorary NHS consultant in bacteriology and virology. In 1976 Bedson was appointed Professor and Head of the reconstituted Department of Medical Microbiology. He was in that post at the time of his death.

Bedson developed an interest in poxviruses while he was at Liverpool University. At Birmingham University, Bedson continued his work with poxviruses. Bedson was a member of the International Commission for the assessment of smallpox eradication in Pakistan and Afghanistan in 1976, and of the WHO informal group on monkeypox and related viruses.

In 1978 Henry Bedson was not the only person at Birmingham University who was flouting good practice and misleading people. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass was in place at Birmingham University by then and Bluglass concealed serious crime, including that on the part of Dafydd and his gang, for decades. There was endemic corruption in the West Midlands Police as well as in the legal system in the West Midlands and a trafficking ring was at work in the region, with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. People in Birmingham University, particularly senior figures, knew about these matters and colluded with them.

The Chancellor of Birmingham University, 1973-83, was the naturalist and broadcaster Sir Peter Scott, who had links with a number of those who concealed the activities of Dafydd et al. See previous posts.

The Vice-Chancellor of Birmingham University, 1968-81, was Lord Robert Hunter. Hunter was a Top Doctor who must have known the extent to which things were unravelling in Birmingham University, particularly in the Medical School. Robert Brockie Hunter was the personal physician to Field Marshal Montgomery, 1944-45. Hunter was educated at George Watson’s College, Edinburgh, then studied Medicine at Edinburgh University, serving in the RAMC during WW II. After WWII, Hunter lectured at Edinburgh University and then moved on to St Andrew’s University and its associated Clinical Medicine Unit at Dundee University, where he was Chair of Materia Medica, Pharmacology and Therapuetics and was also Dean of the Faculty of Medicine, 1958-62. In 1963, after the thalidomide disaster, Hunter was appointed to the Ministry of Health Committee on Safety of Drugs, was Chairman of the Clinical Trials Sub-Committee and served on the Committee until 1968. Hunter was appointed VC of Birmingham University in 1968. From 1973 to 1980 Hunter was a member of the DHSS Independent Scientific Committee on Smoking and Health.

With a VC with a CV like that, no wonder no-one was going to allow Birmingham University to be successfully prosecuted for killing Janet Parker, even if there was smallpox on the loose, warnings had been ignored and a pack of lies told regarding the conditions and practices in the labs.

At the time of Janet’s death, Jim Callaghan was PM, the paedophiles’ bestest friend Lord David Ennals was Secretary of State for the DHSS (see previous posts) and Hunter was working as a DHSS adviser. The Secretary of State for the DHSS when overt warnings were issued that Bedson’s lab was dangerous was Battling Barbara Castle. Dr Death served as a Minister under Barbara and Jack Straw was her adviser. Jack Straw might not have known what a smallpox virus can do but surely Dr Death did. Thatch was PM by the time that the HSE prosecution failed and the dreadful Patrick Jenkin was Secretary of State for the DHSS (see previous posts). Hunter was still an adviser to the DHSS.

Furthermore, Hunter bagged a peerage in 1978, the year of the smallpox outbreak. He was probably nominated for his peerage before the outbreak – although I am not certain of that – but whenever he was nominated, a lot of things were happening in Bedson’s lab and the wider Medical School which should not have been.

Hunter ‘was an active participant’ in the Lords and was ‘a vocal supporter of the NHS’. The poor old Top Docs could do with Hunter now, but he turned his toes up in 1994.

That splendid organ of propaganda for dead Top Doctors, ‘Munk’s Roll, The Lives Of The Fellows Of The Royal College Of Physicians’, tells us that ‘In 1948 [Hunter] was appointed as a lecturer in clinical medicine at the University of St Andrews, whose clinical medical school was based in Dundee. The Principal of the University promptly promoted him to the position of Professor of Materia Medica, Pharmacology and Therapeutics. He was only 33. By any modern standards it was a remarkable appointment. He had by then published little more than a paper on a review of antihistamine drugs, in which he developed an abiding interest, and a contribution to the Practitioner on cough mixtures. Nevertheless, he settled to his new post with aplomb, delivering an arresting inaugural address on the contributions of science to therapeutics.’

I can see why there was a disaster in Birmingham Medical School when Lord Bob was at the helm. His inaugural address must have been a real laugh, what with Lord Bob having less experience of research than many PhD students would have had. The Principal of St Andrews who was so wowed by Lord Bob that he gave him a Chair on the basis of one review of antihistamines and a ‘contribution’ regarding cough mixtures was Sir James Colquhoun Irvine, a Scottish organic chemist. Irvine was the son of factory owner John Irvine. James Irvine’s tenure at St Andrews ‘saw the renovation and restoration of both buildings and traditions and his works are still talked of today‘. As are the works of Fred West. Irvine’s commitments spanned further than the University, ‘into higher education in Britain and the colonies’. He also served as acting Principal of University College Dundee.

During Lord Bob’s twenty years in Dundee ‘he developed a remarkable flair for administration and for successfully plodding the corridors of power. He…played a major role in the planning and development of the new teaching hospital at Ninewells which replaced the old Dundee Royal Infirmary. At the same time he was increasingly called upon to serve on important national committees. He was a member of the General Medical Council from 1962 to 1968, and from 1966 to 1968 was chairman of the medical subcommittee of the University Grants Committee, then supervising significant developments in the medical schools, particularly those recently established. He also served on the clinical research board of the Medical Research Council.’

So Lord Bob was among those on the GMC who ignored the outrages of Dafydd’s early career.

Munk’s Roll explains that it was Lord Bob’s work on the Committee on Safety of Drugs (the Dunlop Committee), which led later to his appointment as Chairman ‘of a departmental committee to assess research into safer smoking materials, the hazards of smoking by then being well established. Many fellow members of his profession considered that Hunter was supping with the devil in appearing to give succour to the tobacco industry by endorsing a supposedly safer cigarette. In fact, his committee’s first report gave only a qualified endorsement and in any case smokers throughout the world spurned the product. He never, however, fully appreciated the addictive powers of nicotine.’

In the same way that Lord Bob didn’t fully appreciate the killing powers of smallpox.

Lord Bob was traumatised after being appointed VC of Birmingham University. Not by Robert Bluglass concealing organised crime, but because Lord Bob arrived at Birmingham ‘at a time of widespread student unrest. Although he had never had to deal with student revolt in the calmer academic climes of Scotland, in Birmingham he at once encountered a student body prepared to confront authority. The students went on strike and for a while trapped the new vice-chancellor in his room. From there Hunter organized his response, arranging meetings of the University Senate in the nearby Queen Elizabeth Hospital. He was later to set up an external advisory group to advise on the improvement of internal relations. The group was chaired by Jo Grimond whose report was to lead to a number of more democratic but largely cosmetic changes in the structure and governance of the University.’

So Lord Bob and Jo Grimond entered into an HE equivalent of a patients’ consultation exercise then.

Lord Bob continued to impress: ‘The undoubted respect in which he was held outside Birmingham led to his appointment as chairman of the medical sub-committee of the Committee of Vice-Chancellors and Prinicipals between 1976 and 1981. He was knighted in 1977 and elevated to the House of Lords as a life peer in 1978.’

It was Sunny Jim Callaghan who dished out the honours to Lord Bob.

Munk’s Roll makes intriguing comments regarding the smallpox outbreak on Lord Bob’s watch: ‘A case was brought against the University by the Health and Safety Executive, but in the event the University was cleared in court. In retrospect few really believed the conclusion of the Shooter report and there were later to be allegations that the escape of smallpox virus was due to human relationships not revealed at the time.’

What can Munk’s Roll be referring to?

Hunter retired in 1981. He must have been the most dreadful old fart, because even Munk’s Roll admits that ‘He was never a charismatic figure, nor ever a volatile character, yet his quiet dignity, his deliberate manner and the care with which he prepared his contributions brought him universal respect.’ Munk’s Roll tells us that ‘He was described by his fellow peer, Lord Walton, as “a wise and thoughtful man with much compassion. His criticisms (and they were few) were always couched in terms calculated to make his point but never to wound.”‘

Lord John Walton was the Monster of Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who in his capacity as President of the BMA, 1980-82; President of the GMC, 1982-89 and President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86, as well as in other roles, protected Dafydd and the sex traffickers for many years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

The Indie’s 1994 obituary for Lord Bob, written by Professor Owen Wade, illuminates the glories of Lord Bob’s life and career further: ‘We were both appointed to the Committee on Safety of Drugs, the Dunlop Committee, set up as a result of the thalidomide incident to ensure that, before a drug could be marketed, its manufacturer should show that appropriate tests had been done to demonstrate it was safe and effective. Hunter was the Chairman of the Clinical Trials Sub-Committee. There were new and challenging problems on whether and how new drugs should be marketed by the pharmaceutical industry. Our American cousins admired us as ‘a lean and spare apparatus for drug safety which operates at a tiny fraction of the cost of a comparable FDA operation’.

In 1964 Hunter became a member of the University Grants Commission and in 1966 became Chairman of its Medical Advisory Committee. By 1968 Hunter had been in his Chair at St Andrews for 20 years. He felt that it was time for a change and he accepted the invitation to become Vice-Chancellor of Birmingham University.

Despite Lord Bob’s Chairmanship of the UGC’s Medical Advisory Committee, Professor Owen Wade explained that after the upset of dealing with the protesting students, Lord Bob received a Cruel Blow, when he ‘found himself at the receiving end of assaults on university funding. It was a difficult time. The reduction in funds from 1971 onwards was not accompanied by the power to alter staff contracts. The reduction in staff had to be by voluntary retirement, and this was too often taken by the able and the competent who knew they could get good jobs elsewhere. Hunter resented this stupid way of culling staff; humane perhaps, but not very fair on students.’

Hunter might have ‘resented’ this, but Hunter was one of those who ensured that ‘voluntary retirement’ was offered in the face of the cuts which his own Committee had implemented. Hunter will have known that useless old gits would stay in their jobs because they wouldn’t be offered another one, yet the best staff would bag the redundancy cash and move on to another post. This has happened in every round of university ‘cuts’ that has ever been implemented. When I was working at Bangor University, I and other research fellows rolled around laughing when people in senior lecturing jobs who had done nothing for 20 years were offered money by the VC to bugger off and retire, but they refused to accept on the grounds that ‘he’s not offering us enough’. Why would any of them have ever accepted the deal? The research fellows and a few of the hard working senior academics did absolutely everything, the Moribund Ones didn’t even come into the University on more than two days/week, why would they wave good-bye to a salary of £50k or more for doing nothing when they could stay there until retirement and then pocket pensions far more generous than their younger colleagues will receive?Peeling Oniontown - VICE

It is clear from Wade’s obituary for Lord Bob that Wade played a part in the events which led to the smallpox outbreak as well: ‘I was particularly grateful to Bob Hunter for the steadfast support which he gave me and my Faculty when a member of our staff contracted and died of smallpox. There were allegations that our Department of Virology, which was doing important work for the World Health Organisation in controlling smallpox, had been and was a hazard to the citizens of Birmingham. Hunter knew that this was nonsense, bore the brunt of criticism with quiet dignity and in the end was fully vindicated: the case brought by the Health and Safety Executive was dismissed and it was clear that the standard of care and competence in our laboratory was as high if not higher than in the only other laboratories in Britain where smallpox virus was held’.

Denying absolutely everything was a strategy that worked well for Lord Bob. Wade lets us know that in the Lords, Lord Bob ‘was a member of the Select Committee on Science and Technology and he was deeply concerned with EEC problems in Brussels’.

Professor Owen Lyndon Wade was himself described by the Royal College of Physicians ‘one of the founding fathers of clinical pharmacology and therapeutics in the UK’. Wade was born in Penarth, South Wales. His father James Owen David Wade was a surgeon. Owen Wade was of a similar vintage to Gwynne the lobotomist.

Wade was educated at Emmanuel College, Cambridge and UCL and subsequently worked as a clinical assistant at the Pneumoconiosis Research Unit in South Wales, 1948-51. Dafydd’s and Tony Francis’s mate and protector Professor Kenneth Rawnsley, later of Cardiff University, was associated with that Unit early in his career. Ken’s wife Dr Elinor Kapp was a child psychiatrist who was a key figure in one of the medical charidees in south Wales established by child molester George Thomas. See previous posts (eg. The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’) for information on Kenneth Rawnsley and Elinor.

Owen Wade was appointed as a Lecturer in Medicine at Birmingham University in 1951, rising to Senior Lecturer. In 1957, he became Professor of Therapeutics and Pharmacology at Queen’s University, Belfast. In 1971 he returned to Birmingham, to the post of Professor of Therapeutics and Clinical Pharmacology, from which he retired in 1986. Wade was Dean of Birmingham Medical School, 1978-84. So he knew Bluglass as well then and was also Dean when Dr Tony Francis’s pal and protector Ian Brockington was given a Chair at Birmingham Medical School after Francis relocated to north Wales to join Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass studied Medicine at St Andrews. He will have been a student at St Andrews while Lord Bob worked there and then Bluglass rocked up in Birmingham when Lord Bob was VC of that University. Then Brockington joined the crew in Birmingham.

There is absolutely nothing ‘independent’ about the independent clinical opinions of the Top Doctors.

Owen Wade ‘oversaw the modernisation and 1981 relaunch of the British National Formulary’, published by the BMA and Pharmaceutical Society of Great Britain. This was described by Munk’s Roll as Wade’s ‘greatest legacy’. In 1978 Owen became Chairman of the Formulary Committee and led the team which transformed the BNF from a dusty old text full of Latin and chemistry into the gripping read which it is today. Which interestingly enough, although being the ‘Bible’ for prescribing Top Docs, is ignored by some of them. Particularly Dr Richard Tranter, who before he made a run for it to New Zealand a few years ago, worked at the Hergest Unit and prescribed me a combination of drugs which the BNF clearly flags up as being neurotoxic, leading to psychosis and possibly death (see post ‘Why So Many Die So Early’). Being the ‘difficult non-compliant’ person that I am, I of course didn’t take the drugs prescribed by Richard, which saved my bacon. Richard Tranter is a psychopharmacologist, supposedly one of the global leaders in this speciality. So what’s your explanation then Richard?

Richard prescribed the lethal combination after Brown and I published our first paper about the mental health services in north Wales and were planning a follow-up book.

Owen Wade’s three brothers also qualified in medicine. Two of his brothers became surgeons, one in Cardiff and one in Edinburgh, the other became a GP working in London. When Owen became a Professor in Belfast, ‘they had the UK well-covered’.

As a teenager, Owen ‘would help his father giving the anaesthetics (cloth and bottle) and began learning to do the operations. Well before starting his clinical course he had removed an appendix, repaired a hernia and enucleated a prostate – all performed rapidly before the anaesthetic wore off‘. The legality of the teenaged unqualified Owen’s operating is not clarified. Presumably Owen’s dad viewed Owen’s help with the operations in the same way that farmers do when their 14 year old children drive the tractor around the farm.

It’s just as well that Owen had been operating before medical school, because when he began his clinical training at UCL, ‘there was a shortage of clinical senior medical staff’ and Owen ‘recalled that students had to look after themselves and take clinical responsibility at a very early stage. On one occasion, he had to deliver a baby on the platform of Warren Street tube station. Coping with the spectators was a challenge, but he used the old trick of sending them off to find boiling water’.

‘Now don’t you worry dear, we’ll soon get that baby out. I’m not qualified, there aren’t even any lecturers at my medical school, but I’ve been treating patients since I was knee-high to a pompous old git.’

WW II provided Owen with ‘lots of excitement and he and the staff often had to take cover. In his obstetrics exam in January 1945, he was trying to talk about placenta praevia with Hilda Lloyd whilst conscious of the sound of an approaching V-1 bomb. Sensing her increasing concern, he asked if they should both get under the table, which they did. They were not hit and he passed the exam.’

Thank God the lady on the platform at Warren Street tube didn’t have placenta praevia, Owen hadn’t learnt about that then and he’d have probably killed her. ‘That bloody placenta hasn’t appeared yet, I’ll just give this a tug…’

Owen Wade married Margaret Burton, a dentist, which he said was the best thing that he ever did. We are not told whether Margaret began drilling and extracting when she was still at school.

Munk’s Roll supplies yet more terrifying details of Wade’s career. At Birmingham University ‘Owen was the first person to catheterise a normal subject at rest and during exercise. It was his team leader who kindly left a letter absolving his colleagues if anything went wrong, like sudden death. Nothing did go wrong, and Owen was catheterised by him at the next session. In total 12 subjects were studied, including the ward sister and the catheter team nurse – both willing volunteers. There was no ethics committee and no defibrillator.’

And if there was a death no-one would have admitted it. So we do not actually know that ‘nothing did go wrong’. Furthermore, the ward sister and team nurse almost certainly were not ‘willing volunteers’, in those days Angels followed orders no matter how dangerous. If they were told to volunteer, they will have.

‘In 1957 Belfast Medical School wanted to establish an active clinical pharmacology unit and appointed Owen. He was just 36, and had only been a senior lecturer for five months, had had no special training in clinical pharmacology and no specific interest in therapeutics. The department had one senior technician, who was a great asset, but no other staff and he was offered a few beds on someone else’s ward. He was there from 1957 to 1971.’

This is sounding like an Everyday Story of a Father of Modern Medicine.

Owen ‘set about devising a course, putting together a lecture programme and planning practical classes, having never done anything like this before. He gave all the lectures and ran all the practicals. He soon complemented the lectures with interactive road shows, discussing the management of specific patients with a panel of students whilst the rest of the class listened, learned and joined in. These were very clinically relevant and became very popular. Over the early years his clinical work prospered and he became the first consultant to have beds in both teaching hospitals.’

Owen may have simply been amazing. But if he wasn’t, no-one would have admitted that.

‘In 1961 it became clear that thalidomide taken during pregnancy caused very severe, often fatal, abnormalities in the foetus. Many babies were born with phocomelia. His response was positive. He tried to find out how much thalidomide had been prescribed in N Ireland and by whom. This proved impossible, but he was able prospectively to quantify all the drugs prescribed by each GP in Northern Ireland and subsequently worked with colleagues to obtain comparable data for Norway, Sweden, Czechoslovakia and West Germany.’

So if all this data was available, why was it ‘impossible’ for Wade to find out who prescribed thalidomide in N Ireland and how much? Prescriptions were easy traceable at the time, the data that Owen needed was recent and N Ireland is a small place. There will not have been millions of babies born during the relevant period, let alone millions with phocomelia. The number of such babies born in N Ireland will have been in single figures. Owen could have literally knocked on the door of every mother with a young child and found out who had prescribed thalidomide. Phocomelia is such a rare condition that it’s not as if mothers in N Ireland who gave birth to babies without limbs won’t have noticed. This was N Ireland in the early 1960s. Virtually all the mothers will have had one GP throughout their pregnancy, that GP would probably have treated them for years and very probably their parents as well. The GP’s own father could well have practised as a Top Doctor in the same community.

Whoever did prescribe thalidomide in N Ireland must have heaved a huge sigh of relief that Owen wasn’t able to trace them.

Munk’s Roll states that Owen Wade ‘used the computer-based system used in Northern Ireland to pay the pharmacists, and became the first person to use computers in this type of research, and the first to produce numerical data on drug utilisation. These tools fed his interest in adverse drug reactions and he wrote some of the earliest papers and books on this subject.’

But Owen just couldn’t find out who prescribed thalidomide…

Munk’s Roll explains that ‘The nation was horrified by the thalidomide disaster. At that time there was no legal framework for assessing new drugs, no system for monitoring the safety of drugs already on the market and no means of communicating rapidly with prescribers about safety concerns. In 1963 the Government set up the Committee on Safety of Drugs, the so-called ‘Dunlop Committee’, named after the chairman, Sir Derrick Dunlop [Munk’s Roll, Vol.VII, p.170]. Owen was a founder member and subsequently went on to chair the Committee on the Review of Medicines, the adverse drugs reaction subcommittee and became a member of the Medicines Commission, which set up and oversaw the regulatory committee structure.’

The parents of children born with disabilities as a result of thalidomide had to drag the Gov’t and the pharmaceutical company involved kicking and screaming into an admission that their children had been harmed and the battle to gain the (inadequate) compensation was huge and took years. Little wonder it was Owen ‘I just don’t know which Top Doc prescribed that’ Wade who was appointed a founder member of the Dunlop Committee.

Owen Wade’s ‘Deanship of Birmingham Medical School started at a minute past midnight on 1 September; by midday, he had had to shut half the medical school and his Professor of Virology had cut his own throat and was dying’.

By the time that Wade was appointed Dean, Birmingham University knew that Janet Parker had contracted smallpox and knew that the University could possibly be responsible for an outbreak affecting hundreds of people. What better Dean to have appointed to ensure that allegations of malpractice would be like water off a duck’s back and the culprits would be ‘impossible’ to trace?

Munk’s Roll tells us that ‘Trade union power in 1978 was at its peak and the Association of Scientific, Technical and Managerial Staffs (ASTMS) made life very difficult. However, Owen did well. He took command, learnt all about smallpox, took expert advice, kept the relevant documents in good order, looked after his staff and they gave him a lot of support. The medical school was battered but unbowed and lived to fight another day. Four of his professors became presidents of their respective colleges.’

I bet that Owen’s staff ‘gave him a lot of support’. Just think of the alternative if he didn’t win this battle…

Regarding the ASTMS making ‘life very difficult’. The ASTMS later became MSF. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, the MSF reps were corrupt and wielded power entirely by using their knowledge of the wrongdoing of the equally corrupt but much more powerful Top Doctors. Top Doctors are incredibly hierarchical and usually drip with contempt for anyone who is not a Top Doctor. They treat the lab staff – not so much the research staff, but the lab staff carrying out the routine work – appallingly. When anything ever goes wrong, the Top Doctors blame Angels or other staff, such as lab staff. You bet that the ASTMS would have been difficult, but it won’t have been anything to do with it being 1978 and trade union power being at its height. It was because ASTMS needed to ensure that one of their own wasn’t blamed for the smallpox outbreak, needed to get a compensation deal for Janet Parker’s family, but most importantly ASTMS could see that if they played their cards right over the smallpox outbreak, Christmas had come. I worked at St George’s between 1989-91. Thatch had finished off the union movement and the corrupt MSF rep in the Dept of Obs and Gynae at St George’s, David Hole, wasn’t a Trot, he was a leading light in Wandsworth SDP. Hole was surrounded by rich Top Docs concealing a trafficking ring, drug dealing and perpetrating research fraud and they also had celebrity patients and friends, one of whom was the biggest light entertainment star in the UK at the time. David Hole and his mates had a lorra lorra laffs by acquiring the dirt on their senior colleagues.Pigs feeding from a metal trough at feeding time on the ...

At the time of the smallpox outbreak in Birmingham, the General Secretary of the ASTMS was Clive Jenkins, the self-indulgent slimebag who was substantially responsible for orchestrating the arrangements which resulted in the Windbag becoming leader of the Labour Party in 1983 . For more information about Clive Jenkins, see post ‘I Warn You…’.. Jenkins and his associates became powerful because of the knowledge that they had of the wrongdoing of professionals like the Top Doctors. If Jenkins had found out that a cleaning lady had done a bit of shoplifting it would have been neither here nor there. But in 1978 Jenkins found out that the idiocy and lies of some of the UK’s most ’eminent’ Top Doctors had put the lives of the population of Birmingham at risk. I don’t know how Jenkins and those close to him used that info – including the info that was never made public and the info that was involved in the cover-up that was the failed HSE prosecution – but they will have definitely used it.

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In 1978 the full-time Health and Safety Director of the ASTMS was Sheila McKechnie. Sheila remained with ASTMS until her appointment as Chief Executive of the charity Shelter in 1985. After ten years there, McKechnie left to become Head of the Consumers’ Association. In 2001 McKechnie said: ‘I am a fully paid-up member of the awkward squad and will remain so for the rest of my life. No government would ever feel entirely comfortable with me or the association because we are both fiercely, fiercely independent.’

When she was a student at Edinburgh University, McKechnie was a close friend of Gordon Brown. Although she was fiercely independent of Gov’t of course. Awkward Sheila became Dame Sheila in 2001, when her old mate Gordon was Chancellor of the Exchequer.

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McKechnie was diagnosed with cancer in 1997 and died in 2004. If Dame Sheila had only been a little more awkward during her lifetime and had not kept quiet about the scams and research fraud on the part of Top Docs and their colleagues, the clinical outcomes for cancer patients in the UK might be rather better than they are at present. Dame Sheila was an activist in the Wimmin’s Movement. So that’s why she remained silent about the abuse and trafficking of vulnerable women and girls within the welfare system of the UK.

Following the Dame’s death the Sheila McKechnie Foundation was established to support a new generation of campaigners.

Clive Jenkins’s proud boast was that he unionised the middle classes. Indeed he did. Thatch destroyed the NUM, the print unions and most of the unions representing what were considered to be working class people. The NHS, universities and schools remained unionised. The BMA is the most powerful trade union in the UK. It tells Gov’ts of every political hue what to do and how much to pay Top Docs.Peeling Oniontown - VICE

The ASTMS was created in 1969 when ASSET (the Association of Supervisory Staffs, Executives and Technicians) merged with the AScW (the Association of Scientific Workers) under the leadership of joint General Secretaries Clive Jenkins of ASSET and John Dutton of the AScW. ASSET, the larger of the two unions, began as the National Foremen’s Association and chiefly represented supervisors in metal working and transport. Covering both the public and private sectors, AScW largely represented laboratory and technical workers in universities, the NHS and in chemical and metal manufacturing. The AScW could name half-a-dozen Nobel prize winners amongst its membership.

Between 1962-70 Ken Livingstone worked at the Chester Beatty cancer research labs looking after the research animals and during this time Livingstone helped found a branch of ASTMS to fight redundancies imposed by company bosses. Ken won’t have missed the opportunity to put what he witnessed going on at the Chester Beatty labs to good use in his later political career.

By the end of 1970 Clive Jenkins had become sole General Secretary of the union. Jenkins kept ASTMS in the public’s eye, within 15 years the union had expanded from 65,000 members to a figure approaching 500,000. This was achieved both by individual recruitment and by merging with small unions and staff associations, such as the Managers’ and Overlookers’ Society, Medical Practitioners’ Union, the United Commercial Travellers’ Association of Great Britain and Ireland, the Union of Insurance Staff and the Prudential Assurance Staff Association. The number of mergers was eventually to exceed 30.

In 1988 ASTMS merged with TASS, the federated white collar section of the AUEW (Amalgamated Union of Engineering Workers) to form MSF. On January 1, 2002 MSF was to amalgamate with the AEEU, a successor to AUEW) to form Amicus. On 1 May 2007 Amicus merged with the TGWU to form UNITE.

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I suspect that those four unidentified professors from Birmingham Medical School who were in post at the time of the smallpox outbreak and who later just happened to become Presidents of their respective Royal Colleges, used their knowledge of life behind the scenes in the smallpox lab as skilfully as Lord Clive Jenkins and Dame Sheila did.

 

Another Top Doctor who had a great deal to do with the Birmingham smallpox outbreak but who’s career suffered no deleterious consequences was Henry Bedson’s friend and senior colleague, Thomas Henry Flewett. In 1956 Flewett had been appointed consultant virologist to East Birmingham Hospital, where he established the Regional Virus Laboratory. Flewett was a member of the senior management team of East Birmingham (now Heartlands) Hospital overseeing Bedson. Flewett was ultimately responsible for the disaster over which Bedson killed himself. It was Flewett who ordered his staff to fumigate the smallpox laboratory with formaldehyde after Janet Parker’s death. Why Flewett told them to do that is a mystery, because formaldehyde would not eradicate smallpox viruses. Formaldehyde is very good at killing and preserving living tissue, but the only characteristics of ‘life’ that viruses have are that they replicate. There is still debate as to whether viruses are ‘alive’ or whether they are merely self-replicating pieces of DNA or RNA. It was also Flewtt who ordered the ward where Janet was cared for to be fumigated. The building at East Birmingham Hospital housing that fumigated ward was later demolished, probably in order to conceal how hopelessly inadequate it was as a location in which to treat a patient with smallpox, even by the standards of 1978. Here’s the scene of the fuckwittery:

It doesn’t inspire confidence does it. Well just take a look at the back of the Medical School building which housed the lab in which Bedson carried out his work with smallpox and the rooms above that lab, in which Janet worked:

The location of the smallpox laboratory (bottom) and the rooms where Parker worked (above):

 

Flewett was a founder member (and subsequently Fellow) of the Royal College of Pathologists and was elected a Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians of London in 1978. He was Chairman of the WHO Steering Committee on Viral Diarrhoeal Diseases, 1990–3, and a member until 1996. Flewett’s Birmingham lab was a WHO Reference and Research Centre for Rotavirus Infections from 1980 until his retirement in 1987. Flewett was a member of the Board of the Public Health Laboratory Service (now Public Health England), 1977-83 and was Chairman of the Public Health Laboratory Service Committee on Electron Microscopy from 1977-87.

Flewett was born in India where his father was a member of the Imperial Forestry Service. Flewett’s father was also a member of the Indian Reserve Army. Flewett was educated at Campbell College, Belfast and qualified as a Top Doctor from Queen’s University, Belfast. He worked at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Belfast and then as a demonstrator at Queen’s University Belfast for two years. Between 1948 and 1951, Flewett worked at the National Institute for Medical Research at Mill Hill. This led to his first use of electron microscopy, ‘in which he became a leading authority’.

Flewett’s work on rotaviruses brought him international recognition. He was one of the first western virologists to be invited to the People’s Republic of China (in 1983) to lecture. He was a judge for the King Faisal International Prize in 1983, which was awarded to Professor John S. Fordtran, Dr William B. Greenough III and Professor Michael Field, for their work on oral rehydration in reducing mortality and morbidity due to cholera and other acute infectious diarrhoeal diseases. Flewett travelled widely as a WHO consultant to most countries in which childhood diarrhoea is a major problem.

 

I noticed the reference to ‘magistrates’ with regard to the 1979 HSE prosecution of Birmingham University. This suggests that lay people heard the case and it was those lay people who rejected all the evidence suggesting that Birmingham University were hugely culpable where Janet Parker’s death was concerned. Unless one of those involved just happened to be a microbiologist, it might have been very difficult for them to weigh up the conflicting evidence presented to them by different Top Doctors, all stressing their ‘expertise’ in the matter. The same situation prevails today. Yesterday morning Radio 4 broadcast a programme in which various people reviewed the newspapers and one story discussed was the recent US Court case in which it was found that the weedkiller Round-Up was responsible for someone’s cancer. The manufacturers of Round-Up have been ordered to hand over a great deal of dosh. There didn’t seem to be any awareness on the part of the Radio 4 guests that there is no firm opinion on whether Round Up (ie. glyphosate) does cause cancer. The argument has raged for quite some time now, but a link has not been demonstrated in the way that the link between tobacco smoking and lung cancer has. The American jury could well have been unaware that the alleged carcinogenic properties of glyphosate are still very much a matter of debate. Someone on the radio also believed that glyphosate presents a risk because people spray it on their gravel paths to keep the weeds down. No, if there is a risk it is from the agricultural use of glyphosate. Some farmers drench their crops in the stuff and indeed in the 1980s, the Agriculture Dept at UCNW (Bangor University) recommended this practice to the students. Add in dishonest expert witnesses and how a jury is ever supposed to get to the truth I cannot understand.

 

BBC News Wales reported yet another good news NHS story – there’s a great many of them in these days of special measures and ever-worsening NHS performance – precisely that the crack team of Top Doctors at the University Hospital of Wales in Cardiff carried out ‘six kidney transplants in 30 hours’. Dr Mike Stephen, one of the transplant surgeons, mentioned that the theatres used for transplant surgery competed with space for other emergency surgery. As no additional operating theatres have been built, assuming that this story of six transplants in 30 hours is true, it can only mean that if a major incident had occurred – multiple car crash, train crash, a plane crash, industrial accident/explosion etc – that there would have been insufficient capacity in the theatres at UHW to deal with it. Aren’t hospitals supposed to organise matters to ensure that there is always sufficient capacity to allow for a major incident? UHW isn’t on top of Snowdon, it’s in Wales’s biggest city where a major incident could happen.

It was explained by delighted Top Doc Mike Stephen that Wales is now ‘the envy of the world’ because with regard to organ donation, it has ‘the highest rates of consent in the UK, after having previously had the lowest’. This is not true. A recent change in the law in Wales means that now, unless someone actively states that they do not wish their organs to be used for donation, the Top Docs can assume consent. Even if consent has not been given. This massive far-reaching change in the legal ownership of the bodies of the citizens of Wales – they now belong to the state, not the individual – was rushed through with the minimum of debate on the back of an advertising campaign featuring the usual eg. pictures of stylised hearts and other organs, shots of Angels holding the hands of patients and the promise that if the legal change took place, Doctors Would Be Able To Help.

I do not have any problems with organ donation but the main reason why there were so many anecdotes regarding people who carried organ donor cards but who’s relatives ‘were too upset to say yes’ at the time of death, was that the circumstances of so many of those deaths in Wales’s hospitals were just so distressing. The communication between staff and relatives was frequently terrible and if one’s nearest and dearest has had the sort of death that Ann Clwyd’s husband had in the University Hospital of Wales, one is not going to agree to organ donation. No-one addressed this issue, there was simply a command sent out – your organs now belong to the state.

One reason why awful death bed scenes may not have been addressed is that the Health Minister who pushed the presumed consent Measure through was Edwina Hart. Edwina knew just what a bloody dreadful state Wales’s hospitals were in, she knew that the NHS had become a site of considerable confrontation and she knew the sort of experiences that people were having as their relatives lay dying. Dealing with that was much too steep a mountain to climb, so Edwina Passed A Cuddly Fluffy Law. But in the hands of some of those who are running Wales’s NHS, it is not a Cuddly Fluffy Law, it conjures up the sort of scene in Python’s ‘Life Of Brian’, where two dodgy looking characters find their way into an older lady’s home, explain that they’d like her to donate her organs to medical science and then slaughter her.

I note that the good news story regarding Edwina’s Bright Idea appeared a few days after I mentioned on this blog the criminal activities of the former Chair and CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, Elfed Roberts and Martin Jones. It was Edwina who failed to deal with those two, despite me sending her enough evidence to have both of them prosecuted. Elfed disappeared from public view, only to quietly re-emerge as a member of the Welsh Ambulance Trust, an appointment made by one Edwina Hart. Martin was recycled into the newly created Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Edwina hated Elfed and Martin and they hated her, but they all had so much crap on each other that, as with Ken Clarke’s battle with the BMA in the late 1980s, no-one won. Edwina and the Top Docs loathed each other as well, it was the BMA who organised the Edwina Out campaign. Ah, but this blog is detailing serious crimes on the part of the BMA too. It’s a Rainbow Alliance against Service Shenanigans!

I wish the Rainbow Alliance all the best and I look forward to the next bit of propaganda. The Rainbow Alliance have obviously forgotten that not only do I have 10,000 documents detailing serious crime, but that I haven’t blogged about all the evidence that I have. I’ve also been sent documents relating to other people’s cases that I haven’t even mentioned.

By the way Rainbow Alliance, wasn’t it at the UHW in which the wrong kidney was removed from a patient? The only healthy kidney that he had? He died didn’t he? Now, as I have recently blogged about the close and chummy relationship that the child molester George Thomas had with the UHW, perhaps the Rainbow Alliance would like to clarify whether it was the UHW which treated Thomas for an STI in 1984 but backed up Leo Abse’s plan to issue a press release stating that George had prostate trouble; clarify whether the NHS were footing any part of the bill for George’s bungaloid that was on the doorstep of the UHW; and tell us all how George Thomas managed to wangle such a massive proportion of the hospital building budget for the development of the UHW when the rest of Wales was left with inadequate provision.

One more thing Rainbow Alliance. Among all the other wrongdoing and chaos at the UHW, can you please enlighten us all regarding Mrs Walker’s flagship fertility unit which was alleged to be in operation in the late 1980s at the UHW?  Mrs Walker was a little old lady who didn’t seem to know a great deal about fertility treatment but she was agreeing to treat pretty much anyone who arrived at her door if they had the cash. I don’t know how, because there were bugger all fertility specialists there and there weren’t the labs needed to run a successful fertility unit either. I could find no reference to Mrs Walker’s work when I researched her so I presume that she hadn’t done any. Mrs Walker’s right hand woman didn’t have a PhD and I don’t think that she knew much about fertility treatment either. So what was going on then?

Now you don’t really want me to mention anything else that was going on at the UHW do you? Such as the death of the medical student Philip Jones in 1984, after he volunteered for a clinical trial? Cardiff maintained that Philip’s death was unrelated to the trial, but Philip spent his final days in a London teaching hospital and they did not agree with Cardiff’s stated cause of death. Only no-one was told that the London hospital concluded that Philip’s death was everything to do with that drug trial.

Then there was the Dean of Medicine at Cardiff who was giving his friends places on the Medicine degree, even though they didn’t reach the entry criteria.

Ooh, what about the scores of complaints from the women who had given birth in one particular ward at the UHW, the ward that had such a bad reputation that those in the know made sure that they didn’t give birth there?

I’ll keep my many other accounts of UHW Experiences for the next time that the Rainbow Alliance make a media appearance… Perhaps they could find an area of medicine to boast about of which I do not have knowledge of the most dreadful scams or misconduct?

Dr Mike Stephen, being a transplant surgeon of many years experience, will remember the scandal involving Dr Michael Bewick in the early 1990s. Michael Bewick was a London transplant surgeon who stood accused of performing kidney transplants on Turkish peasants who had been paid for their organs. The scandal came to light after one such Turkish man came forward and claimed that he had not consented to organ donation, he had woken up in London after having been told that he was to undergo some other procedure while ‘on a free holiday to London’ only to find himself minus one kidney. Bewick maintained that he had no idea that the Turks were being paid for their kidneys and that there was never an operation carried out which had not involved informed consent. The GMC found Bewick guilty of serious professional misconduct. His punishment? He was banned from private practice and ordered to ‘work within the NHS’ for I think it was two years. That is the Top Docs’ view of the NHS. The NHS gets the crap that the Top Docs themselves don’t want. I knew a Top Doc at the time of that case who knew Michael Bewick and they assured me that he knew exactly what was going on with regard to those Turkish peasants…

At the time of the Bewick scandal there had been reports of dead bodies washed up on beaches in Turkey which had undergone recent removal of the kidneys. There was much public incredulity and ‘this can’t really have happened’. Well I would not have thought that a police officer known to be corrupt could be thrown out of the North Wales Police by the Chief Constable for er corruption and then be appointed as Chair of an NHS Trust, unlawfully refuse a patient all NHS treatment, have her arrested twice unlawfully, disappear from his job in a blaze of scandal and bad publicity and then be given further appointments as a member of the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust and as a governor at Bangor University where he subsequently Chaired the Fair Practice Committee. It happened and we have Edwina Hart to thank for it.

The new Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board will be taking up his position within weeks. It is Mark Polin, who has just stood down as the Chief Constable of the North Wales Police. The North Wales Police who have failed to bring any prosecutions against anyone in the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, despite scandal after scandal and police investigations.

I am no longer in Wales, so if I am involved in a serious accident and someone has their eye on my kidneys, I hope that the chances of documentation being destroyed/fabricated and lies being told following my death from clinical negligence to allow the harvesting of my organs is rather less than it would otherwise be. Although I can’t be 100% certain, after all Michael Bewick was not in Wales…

 

Previous blog posts and recent comments added to posts have discussed the activities of the Dreadful Professors Irvine – Fiona, an Angel who was complicit with the abuse of patients and the most frightful workplace bully and her husband Stuart. The Irvines previously both worked at Bangor University and when one brave PhD student went to the HR Dept to make representation about Fiona’s appalling behaviour, he was asked not to make a formal complaint because Fiona ‘is not a nice lady’ and was expected to make a counter complaint against the student. Who had suffered a breakdown at the hands of Fiona. Another source told me that the Irvines had both lined up new jobs for themselves at another university but were conspiring to bring a case against Bangor in order to screw some dosh out of the institution as a golden goodbye. I’m not sure whether that plan did work but imagine my surprise when just weeks later, Stuart and Fiona left for Chairs at Glyndwr University!

The Chancellor of Glyndwr University had been paedophiles’ friend Trevor Jones, but he had been succeeded by Jon Shortridge (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’). Sir Jon Shortridge is a civil servant who served as the Permanent Secretary of the Welsh Office from March 1999 and then of the National Assembly of Wales from its creation in May 1999. Shortridge became Permanent Secretary of the Welsh Assembly Gov’t on its establishment as a separate institution in May 2007 and left the post at the end of April 2008. Which was when Elfed Roberts, Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust, was having me unlawfully arrested and refusing me NHS treatment and Edwina Hart was failing to deal with it. It was also when Fiona Irvine was abusing her position at Bangor University.

In 2009, Shortridge was brought back as interim Permanent Secretary of the Dept for Innovation, Universities and Skills. Mandelson was the Secretary of State for that Dept and his right hand woman was someone who had grown up on Anglesey, the daughter of Ron Evans, who for years worked as a lawyer for Gwynedd County Council. Ron was the lawyer who, in the wake of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, told everyone that what had happened was so serious and so inexcusable that none of them must ever say a word about it to anyone. I know that because Ron’s wife told me. She worked as a lecturer at Bangor University. She is (or was) also a magistrate. Documents in my possession with Ron’s signature on them detail perjury and conspiracy in an attempt to have me imprisoned. The names of colluding officers from the North Wales Police also appear on those documents. See previous posts for details.

The documents with Ron Evans’s name and signature on are from the late 1980s/early 1990s. Jon Shortridge joined the Welsh Office in 1984. I first complained about Dafydd and the gang to Keith Best, a Welsh Office Minister in 1985. Between 1987 and 1988 Shortridge was Private Secretary to two Secretaries of State for Wales, Nicholas Edwards and Peter Walker. Throughout this time the sex trafficking gang caused havoc in north Wales and complaints about the NHS and social services were simply ignored. From 1988 to 1992 Shortridge  was Head of the Welsh Office’s Finance Division. He undertook the Senior Management Review of the Welsh Office in 1995 and was appointed Director of Economic Affairs in 1997, with responsibility for establishing the National Assembly for Wales.

So Sir Jon, did Ron Evans tell you too never to say a word to anyone because what happened was so serious and inexcusable? And how exactly did the delightful Fiona and Stuart let you know that they had all the shit on you and that they’d both like Chairs at Glyndwr University?

Sir Jon was educated at Chichester High School for Boys, then St Edmund Hall, Oxford and then Edinburgh University.

In December 2002, Sir Jon was summoned by the Audit Committee of the National Assembly of Wales in order to be questioned over delays and rising costs surrounding the construction of a new debating chamber, which was to become the Senedd. £250,000 of taxpayers’ money was spent on a legal dispute with sacked architects, the Richard Rogers Partnership. Sir Jon stated during the hearing that the design submitted by the Richard Rogers Partnership would not have been eligible for the original competition if the true costs had been known. The saga of the design for the Senedd and the Richard Rogers Partnership being commissioned is covered in an earlier post on this blog (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). The man largely responsible for it all was the former Secretary of State for Wales, Ron ‘I was looking for badgers’ Davies.

In 2010 Jeremy Colman, the Auditor General for Wales, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’). His position as Auditor General was succeeded by Huw Vaughan Thomas, who had been the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council for some of the years when the paedophile gang flourished in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Huw’s son worked in the National Audit Office for Wales and Huw’s his wife, Enid Rowlands, was a Director of the North Wales Health Authority and is/was also a key figure in the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Huw and Enid have numerous other links with the paedophiles’ friends which stretch back many years, as detailed in previous posts…

Fiona Irvine didn’t stay at Glyndwr University long, within a few short months she bagged a Chair of Nursing at Liverpool John Moores University. This is a woman who was unable to assess the work of a PhD student appropriately because her own grasp of the sociology of health was so shaky. Fiona’s inaugural lecture at Liverpool John Moores was entitled ‘Me, Myself, I’ no less.

Fiona is now Professor and Head of Nursing at Birmingham University. Whatever could be the key to Fiona’s success? Not that she’ll be telling us, Fiona will remember Ron Evans’s advice from all those years ago…

I have discussed in previous posts George Thomas’s many links with the NHS, medical charidees and his role as Patron of the National Children’s Home (NCH). The NCH is now known as Action for Children. Presumably the re-branding exercise followed all those embarrassing revelations that paedophiles were busy working for the NCH. A number of those involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had worked for the NCH, including Glanville Owen. Glanville was Deputy Director of Gwynedd Social Services, responsible for Gwynedd’s children’s homes for years while the paedophile gang enjoyed themselves within those homes. Glanville later became the Chief Exec of Gwynedd CHC, in which role he lied to patients and failed to investigate serious complaints, including assaults on patients by NHS staff.

I have discovered an entertaining document in the archive of the Margaret Thatcher Foundation. It is the text of a speech that Thatch gave on Jan 17 1990, at the National Children’s Home, as the inaugural George Thomas Society Lecture. The George Thomas Society was founded by the NCH for the purposes of tackling child abuse. For those of us who knew what Thatch was concealing and what George Thomas was up to for decades of his life, this speech is wonderful. I won’t reproduce it all here, it can be found on the website of the Margaret Thatcher Foundation, but I’ll highlight the best bits:

George Thomas is admired and loved throughout this country. As Mr. Speaker, his voice became known in every home. His life has been dedicated to the service of people and especially, through the National Children’s Home, to children. He has never ceased to proclaim the importance of Christian values in family life…

George has always believed that children must come first because children are our most sacred trust….We need to do all we can to ensure that children enjoy their childhood against a background of secure and loving family life. That way, they can develop their full potential, grow up into responsible adults and become, in their turn, good parents.

But it is a sad fact that throughout history some children have been neglected, exploited and cruelly treated. So it was in the mid-19th century in England. Dr. Stevenson, the founder of the National Children’s Home, was born when Lord Shaftesbury was campaigning to reform the appalling conditions in which children were made to work in factories and mines. It was a time when Charles Kingsley described the plight of child chimney sweeps in the “Water Babies” and Charles Dickens that organised juvenile crime in “Oliver Twist” . It was a world in which many children were neglected and even rejected and thrust into a life of crime, violence, exploitation and poverty, yet by the reformers’ response to these conditions, that period also stands out in English history as a period of social progress based on Christian belief.

People like the Earl of Shaftesbury campaigned for laws to protect children; Robert Raikes started the Sunday School Movement, Dr. Barnardo established his famous homes, Prebendary Ruolf founded the Church of England Children’s Society, Benjamin Warr started the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, Margaret MacMillan founded nursery schools and, of course, Dr. Stevenson founded the first National Children’s Home in South London—a remarkable period—and all of this was done because those people felt impelled to care for the needs of these children….

Voluntary societies like yours can respond quickly to meet changing needs. They are run by people with a commitment to building genuine relationships with others and not simply to introducing programmes.

the early reformers were almost all Christians who saw such duties as an expression of their faith…

the very foundation of human happiness lies in the development of secure emotional relationships within the home, but far too many children are denied a secure and affectionate family and that is the greatest deprivation of all. Alas, today, that truth is not universally accepted and it is the children who suffer.

I believe that in the 1960s, far too many young people were ridiculed out of their true beliefs by the proponents of the permissive society who believed in precious little but themselves. They talked a lot about “rights” yet they gave away the fundamental right of a child to be brought up in a real family and now we are reaping the harvest.

There are, of course, some who blame all our social ills on poverty and others who think that affluence is the cause. Certainly, young people who nowadays have more money and more freedom, also have more opportunity to misuse them and some do, but do not blame freedom and prosperity for the faults ingrained in human nature!…

cruelty to children is still with us and the breakdown of so many families adds to the deprivation which children suffer and brings with it a new problem of teenage homelessness…

Over eighty children a year have died at the hands of a parent, step-parent or connected adult and there are thousands more who suffer. Even though child abuse is now more widely reported, it is very disturbing that at any one time about 40,000 children in England alone are registered as needing protection. Tragically, the case histories from a variety of backgrounds suggest that many of those who ill treat their children have themselves, when children, been ill-treated. To use children for sexual purposes, whether through the wicked perversion of sexual abuse or through fantasies induced by child pornography, must provoke the strongest outrage and reaction from individuals and Government alike.

The Government has increased the penalties for child cruelty and tightened the law on child pornography by making possession of this material an offence but I am very concerned by recent reports of what is still occurring…

four out of five lone mothers claiming income support receive no maintenance from the fathers. No father should be able to escape from his responsibility and that is why the Government is looking at ways of strengthening the system for tracing an absent father and making the arrangements for recovering maintenance more effective.

Another area of children in danger is teenage homelessness. The problem is not confined to London but it receives most publicity in the capital. We are not talking about teenagers who leave a perfectly good home voluntarily but about those who leave because of the breakdown of the family and the fact that they do not get on with the new step-father or mother. Sometimes, violence and sexual abuse may also be involved.

Other teenagers come out of Local Authority care with nowhere to go and without being given any proper training in how to look after themselves. I know that in some cases social services departments will find lodgings or a family to which the children can go and that is right because these young people are in special need of someone who cares about them personally…

our initiative on more hostels in partnership with the voluntary sector has produced an extra 21,000 hostel beds in the last eight years and in total, there are now a similar number in London alone and a further 31,000 hostel beds in the rest of England…

not all teenagers who choose to come to London are homeless and we must try not to pursue policies which have the effect of encouraging still more young people to leave their own home for our large cities without any idea of where to live or what to do… 

As well as responding to the problems of homelessness, we in Government have also been especially concerned to do our part to improve the care and protection of children. As a politician, I first came into contact with the problem of child abuse when I was Secretary of State for Education and Science. I used to ask young teachers to come and talk to me about their work. A few told me of children who at the end of the week would cling to their teachers—they were not wanting to go home themselves. What should the teacher do in those circumstances with a child clinging to her? Should she walk home with the child to see the parent or would that bring down the wrath of the parent on the child later? Should they report the incident?Should they call in the social worker or should they even alert the police? To those who would criticise their hesitation, I have frequently said:“Well, what would you do under those circumstances?”

Teachers and social workers and others working with children must have enough confidence to know how to respond. That means proper training for all of those who come into contact with children and everyone must know the circumstances in which the social services or the police have the power to take a child into their protection. 

So last year and this year, we are making £7 million available to Local Authorities to train those involved in caring for children, particularly social workers, and student teachers are now taught about child abuse as an essential part of their preparation for teaching.

We are making the largest ever grant to the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children to help them to establish their new training centre…

The Children Act of 1989 is the most comprehensive piece of legislation about children ever enacted in this country; it draws on the experiences learned in Cleveland and through the tragic deaths or abused children such as Kimberley Carlisle, Jasmine Beckford and Tara Henry. Above all, the Act seeks the right balance in protecting those too young and vulnerable to protect themselves while preventing excessive and over-zealous intrusion into family life by the State; and in 1988, the maximum penalties for child cruelty were increased from the previous two years to ten years…

all the voluntary helpers of the National Children’s Home and other similar organisations and all those who give to their work are just such people. Nearly a third of your income of £37 million comes from private individuals and companies and we would like to thank them very much indeed. Truly, this country has become an active and generous society and I know that you, the National Children’s Home, have played an important part in developing new ways of alleviating distress such as “Touchline” , the telephone counselling service for sex abuse victims in Leeds, which is similar to the wonderful work of Esther Rantzen—she is here and we would like to pay tribute to her work too!… Also, the new facilities you are pioneering through the George Thomas Society to overcome the consequence of sex abuse and the programme for sixteen to nineteen year-olds in Wales and for those who are needing care in Calderdale, to equip young people with essential skills such as budgeting, shopping, cooking and housework. Once again, a Methodist Foundation is showing by example that common faith is the best basis for common effort to build a better life in every sense of the word…

They knew—and we dare not forget—that children cannot flourish unless they learn to distinguish right from wrong and have respect and thought for others…

When we have all done our best to repair the broken lives of children, we must also keep in good repair that foundation of standards and values…That way, we can best emulate and honour John Wesley, Lord Shaftesbury—the poor man’s Earl—Dr. Stevenson, the founder of the National Children’s Home, and George Thomas—the children’s Viscount—whom we honour tonight.

When Thatch made this speech she had given George Thomas, who was known to the police and to Parliament to be a serial child sex offender, an hereditary Viscountcy. I don’t know why, because he was a paedophile who targeted boys Thomas had no heirs to whom he could pass on the Viscountcy.

By Jan 1990 Thatch had become good friends with Jimmy Savile and he had spent a few Christmas’s at Chequers with her. Thatch was warned by the civil service that Savile’s ‘private life’ threatened to damage the Gov’t and bring the honours system into disrepute were he to be given a knighthood. Thatch’s response was to lobby ever harder for Savile’s knighthood. Savile received a knighthood in the 1990 Queen’s Birthday Honours.

When Thatch made this speech, her personal friend Sir Peter Morrison, Tory MP for Chester, was Minister of State for Energy. It was known that Morrison was abusing kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and elsewhere. Thatcher was directly told about this but nonetheless in July 1990 she appointed Morrison as her PPS. He then organised her leadership campaign at the end of that year.

Since 1979 Thatcher had led a Gov’t which had systematically ignored, concealed and colluded with the most dreadful abuse of children and vulnerable young people in north Wales and elsewhere.

Thatch mentioned that Esther was in the audience. I had written to Esther some two years before this speech was given, providing Esther with details of the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales, after Esther launched her campaign re mental health. I did not receive a reply.

Thatch mentions the notion of people knowing right from wrong. Paedophiles and their friends are keen on this idea. When I was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in Dec 1986, I overheard Janice Davies, Dafydd’s mole and the Sister of Bryn Golau Ward, telephone Dafydd and tell him that I was ‘dangerous’ and had ‘no sense of right and wrong’. Nothing had happened to elicit the phone call, but Dafydd was in need of ‘evidence’ to justify sectioning me because people were asking questions about my unlawful detention. I challenged Janice and she ran out of the office shrieking ‘I never said any such thing’.

Bryn Golau Ward at the time was full of people who were been detained unlawfully because they had in some way crossed the path of the sex trafficking gang which Dafydd was facilitating.

Everyone in positions of responsibility and authority in Wales and Westminster and Whitehall knew something of what was happening. They have so much blood on their hands that it will never wash off.

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I will now try and find out more about this initiative launched by George Thomas for people of 16 to 19 in Wales and Calderdale who had been sexually abused. I shudder to think what I will discover.

Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?

Now that Carwyn has announced his intention to stand down as FM in the autumn, Rhodri’s long term buddy and Spad, the paedophiles’ friend Mark Drakeford, has declared his intention to run for FM. So I thought that in this post I would return to the subject of Rhodri’s doings – whilst he was being advised by Drakeford – as described in his own words in that rather incriminating autobiography of his, ‘Rhodri: A Political Life In Wales And Westminster’.

Previous posts of mine discussed Rhodri’s career before he became FM, so now I’ll take a look at a few of the events after Rhodri became leader of Welsh Labour and FM in Feb 2000.

 

Within two weeks of becoming First Secretary (FM), Rhodri’s officials demanded a £1 million payment from the coffers of the Welsh Gov’t to the Richard Rogers Partnership. Richard Rogers, a mate of Blair’s, designed the building at Cardiff Bay which now houses the Senedd. The saga of Richard Rogers and the construction of the building that now houses the Senedd was a standing joke in Wales.

Ron Davies, the then Secretary of State for Wales, announced on 13 March 1998 that an international competition would be held to select the design of the building for the debating chamber. RIBA Competitions would oversee the competition and a design panel would recommend a design to the Secretary of State for Wales, ie. Ron. The Design Competition Advisory Panel was Chaired by Jim Callaghan. Callaghan and four members of the panel were appointed by Ron Davies and the remaining two members were appointed by the RIBA. Ron wanted a building ‘to capture the imagination of the Welsh people’ and the criteria of the competition was that the building should have a price tag of no more than £12 million including fees.

Richard Rogers Partnership (RRP) were announced as the lucky winner just ten days after the closing date for designs – 55 architects had originally shown an interest – after a unanimous decision of the Advisory Panel. Eleven days after Ron announced that RRP would be the project’s architects, Ron resigned as Secretary of State after having been caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with Boogie (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

It was planned that the outline design would be completed by June 1999, and a detailed design completed by Feb 2000. Construction of the building was due to begin in Nov 2000 and be completed in April 2001. Rhodri replaced Alun Michael as First Secretary on 15 Feb 2000 and on 22 March 2000 Morgan stopped all work on the project to carry out a complete review. The decision to stop the project was supported by a vote in the National Assembly on 6 April 2000.

The review was carried out by the Assembly’s Management Services Division, the Property Advisors to the Civil Estate and Symonds Group Ltd. They considered the following options: cancel the project, continue with the existing design, design a building on Site 1E, improve the existing debating chamber, construct a small one in the courtyard of Crickhowell House and relocate to Cardiff City Hall. On 21 June 2000 it was agreed that the original proposal using the RRP design should proceed. Why Rhodri stopped the process and after a few months of farting around began everything again using RRP and the original plan I do not know.

An international competition was held to select the main contractor. It was advertised in the Official Journal of the European Community – which was where the advert for the Design Competition had been placed – and in Dec 2000, Skanska Ltd was selected as the main contractor. Edwina Hart, the Minister for Finance, Local Government and Communities, approved the final project design on 18 Jan 2001 and by 1 March 2001, a ceremony took place to mark the beginning of construction.

Six months after construction had begun and with only the piling and a temporary road around the site having been completed, Hart announced on 17 July 2001 that the National Assembly had terminated the contract of RRP. She said that despite the termination of the contract, the debating chamber should still be built to RRP’s design. RRP said of the project that ‘From the outset, RRP has advised that the project could not be built within a construction budget of £13.1 M due to client changes, the political requirement to use indigenous materials at any cost and exceptional contractor changes. RRP’s advice was consistently ignored. It is plainly untrue for the Finance Minister to assert that RRP underestimated the costs.’ Hart said she stopped the project because of the ‘significant underestimates in the cost plan prepared by RRP’, and that RRP ‘had hidden costs from the Assembly’.

I am wondering whether – as with the NHS in north Wales when she was Health Minister – Edwina knew the scale of the wrongdoing so put the boot in, only to find herself compromised in some way and then had to retreat.

A legal dispute then arose between RRP, who were claiming £529,000 in fees and the National Assembly, who were claiming £6.85 M in damages. On 10 Dec 2001 RRP requested an appointment of an adjudicator from the Construction Industry Council to resolve the issue. The adjudication took place in Feb 2002 and ruled that RRP was entitled to £448,000 of its claim, while the National Assembly was not entitled to any of the damages they had claimed.

In August 2001, the National Assembly appointed Francis Graves Ltd as the project managers, to review the whole project up until the termination of the RRP contract and to propose how the project should progress in the future. They reported that the ‘lines of accountability were complex and insufficiently clear’, that no project costs were obtained by the National Assembly, independent of RRP, until Dec 2000 and that the project ‘was highly susceptible to cost over runs’. The report recommended that the National Assembly appoint project managers – which they did when they appointed Schal International Management Ltd (part of Carillion) in May 2002. Northcroft Group Ltd were appointed as a subcontractor, responsible for cost management and they reported directly to Schal. Schal reported to a Project Board, who reported to the Minister for Finance, Local Government and Communities. The Project Board was made up of National Assembly and Welsh Government officials and a representative from Schal.

The Welsh Government decided that a fixed-price contract would be used for the second phase of construction. The overall aim was to ‘deliver a landmark building…to time, to an appropriate quality and within budget’. On 23 Oct 2002 an invitation to tender was issued through the Official Journal of the European Community, that journal having come up trumps on the two previous occasions on which it was used for tendering purposes.

Eight companies expressed an interest and the Welsh Assembly Government negotiated a fixed-price contract with Taylor Woodrow for £48.2 M. The contract was signed between Taylor Woodrow and Rhodri on 1 July 2003 and construction began for a second time on 4 August 2003. Taylor Woodrow were involved with the Channel Tunnel consortium so obviously WAG had been sufficiently impressed by the major problems and the appalling safety record – including the deaths of workers – during the construction of the Channel Tunnel to ask Taylor Woodrow to build the People’s Senedd. 

Construction of the Senedd ended on 7 Feb 2006. The Senedd was opened by HM Lilibet, Phil the Greek, Prince Charles and Camilla on 1 March 2006, St David’s Day. There is a nice photo of the opening available featuring Lilibet, Richard Rogers and Rhodri’s mate, the paedophiles’ friend Sue Essex (for the lowdown on Sue see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

Two years after the bash with Lilibet et al, Taylor Woodrow Construction were fined £200,000 and ordered to pay costs of £71,400, after being prosecuted by the HSE at Cardiff Crown Court. The breach contributed to the death of John Walsh, a foreman working for a subcontractor of Taylor Woodrow. The accident occurred on 14 March 2004 and was due to a cavity wall that Mr Walsh was filling collapsing on him, even though Taylor Woodrow Construction had recognised the risks before the contract had begun. Judge Neil Bidder QC said that ‘No-one seriously disputes it was an unsafe construction’.

The cost of the Senedd increased from £12M in 1997 to £69.6M in 2006. In a report published in March 2008 by the Wales Audit Office the reason for the difference between the two costs given was that the original estimate of £12M was not based on any detailed design of the final requirements of the building. Extra costs of the building were due to unforeseen security measures after the 11 Sept attacks in the United States. Or so it was claimed. I suspect that the paedophiles’ friends were flattering themselves if they believed that international terrorists would ever bother to fly a plane into their debating chamber to destroy them. A lot of people probably would have liked to have blown them to smithereens, but the kids in care and psych patients were penniless and drugged into oblivion by the Top Docs, it’s not as if any of them would have been in a position to cause mass death and destruction down at Cardiff Bay.

So Rhodri handed over a great deal more than £1 million to Richard Rogers, although he only mentioned the £1 million in his book. The death of John Walsh was a well-kept secret as well.

 

However Rhodri did have a fright in 2001 when he believed that someone was trying to kill him. He was sent flour in the post and there was a major scare because everybody thought that the white powder was anthrax. Why this conclusion was drawn was not made clear. Rhodri explains in his book that his right hand man Lawrence Conway – who had spent a lifetime in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles – kept it all very quiet when it happened. Publicity did follow though when the man behind the ‘anthrax’ was put on trial at Cardiff Crown Court. The person concerned was a former chemistry teacher, Nicholas Roberts. Roberts had sent flour to a number of other people, including Jan Morris, the travel writer who in her previous incarnation as James Morris was a member of the 1953 Everest team which contained Sir Charles Evans. Evans was the Top Doctor who was Principal of UCNW (Bangor University) whilst many staff who facilitated the sex trafficking gang led by Dafydd and the paedophiles were employed in that institution. Jan Morris is equally famous as one of the first people in the UK who underwent gender realignment. Jan is big mates with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Media reports of the trial of Nicholas Roberts suggest that a lot went unsaid, or at least unreported. Nicholas stated that his sending flour through the post was a work of art. I know artists who do take this view of such things and after all there have been movements like Dada, which produced Marcel Duchamp’s ‘Fountain’ in 1917 – a gents’ urinal – and in 1920, Cologne’s Early Spring Exhibition was set in a pub and involved people walking past urinals whilst being read lewd poetry by a woman in communion dress. Of course the biggest act of Dada began in 1998, when Ron Davies kicked off that competition to build the Senedd…

The judge, John Griffith Williams QC, obviously didn’t understand Dada. He described Nicholas Roberts as a ‘very strange man indeed’ and stated that the sending of flour through the post had to be taken very seriously because Nicholas Roberts was a former chemistry teacher. No, I don’t follow John Griffith’s logic either.

It was reported that Mr Roberts had previous in terms of throwing eggs at Lilibet’s car on a Royal Visit to Cardiff and spraying road signs black because they were in English and not Welsh . So it sounded to me as though Mr Roberts was a man who protested about things.

What was not mentioned in Court or in the media reports was that Nicholas Roberts was well-known in Grangetown in Cardiff as the drag queen Gorgeous Gertie and there was much hilarity that Gorgeous Gertie had freaked Rhodri’s office out and that Lawrence Conway was trying to keep it quiet.

I am wondering why a drag queen prone to public protests felt like frightening an FM who had been previously accused of kerb crawling in the Grangetown area as well as a high profile transgender writer who was mates with some of the paedophiles’ friends. Perhaps Rhodri’s cousin Nia who lived in Beddgelert in Gwynedd might know.

Gorgeous Gertie paid a high price for his act of Dada. He was sentenced to two and a half years in prison. You can’t be too careful with former chemistry teachers. Or indeed drag queens who knew who was doing what in the red light district down the road from the workplace of Rhodri and his colleagues whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway.

 

Rhodri’s book sheds light on another matter that intrigued me as well. As the North West Wales NHS Trust slowly sunk underneath the weight of the scandals and the patient deaths and Edwina Hart, in her capacity as Health Minister, announced that she was going to abolish the Trust, Martin Jones the Trust CEO and Elfed Roberts, the Chairman of the Trust, began to go particularly mad as described in previous posts. Martin and Elfed caused great confusion by refusing to tell NHS staff what was going on and indeed a number of Trust staff did not believe that the Trust was going to be dissolved and that a new CEO and Chairman were to be appointed. Just before Martin and Elfed turned into pumpkins at the wave of Edwina’s magic wand, a new hospital was opened in Porthmadog, Ysbyty Alltwen. There was a PR piece in the local newspaper accompanied by a photo of Edwina and what was very obviously Martin and Elfed at the opening ceremony, labelled ‘Edwina Hart and some local people’. I was told that this was another signal to the masses that Martin and Elfed were about to be removed from their positions.

Everybody wondered why Ysbyty Alltwen had been built. It was a small hospital without many services, had been built at a time when the NHS was in deep, deep shit financially and because it was run and staffed by the paedophiles’ friends, was just as bad as the other NHS facilities in north Wales. I lived five miles down the road from Ysbyty Alltwen at one point and on one occasion I suffered an injury to my face when my – sizeable  – dog jumped up suddenly and bashed me in the mouth with his head by accident. As blood poured and teeth wobbled, my friend helped me phone Ysbyty Alltwen – which advertised itself as having an A&E. The Angel whom we spoke to was so fucking rude to us that she made it clear that if I actually went to Ysbyty Alltwen I would not be receiving treatment. The friend who listened to the Angel was a student nurse herself, so we decided to stay at my place whilst she helped me sort out the injury. From what I remember, I didn’t even give that Angel my name, so for once the hostility and flat refusal to do their job wasn’t personal. It was just another fucking dreadful Angel who knew that she could speak to the general public like this and in the event of a complaint there would be no investigation and no comeback.

Just after Ysbyty Alltwen was opened,  a man who lived in one of the houses virtually opposite the hospital murdered his wife and family. Press reports constructed it as a domestic violence case. The man concerned had in fact become seriously mentally ill and was supposedly under the care of the mental health services at the time. His wife and neighbours had begged for more help for him and all of them maintained that he had been a gentle devoted husband and father who had changed out of all recognition. Their pleas were ignored and by the time that he massacred his family, no-one from the mental health services had even seen him for weeks.

 

Rhodri’s book explained why a few more million was spent on a hospital that wasn’t needed and was staffed by the usual awkward bastards from the day that it opened. It was the result of a deal struck between Edwina Hart – who was then the Finance Minister – and Dafydd Wigley, the AM for Caernarfon – in order to get the Assembly’s first budget passed. So Dafydd Wigley – who for decades had lived in the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends but ‘didn’t know’ what a paedophile was (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) – could boast to his constituents that he had secured a new hospital. A new hospital staffed by the same sort of lethal fuckwits who were slaughtering Lord Wigley’s constituents but as there was never any investigations, the relatives of the dead could prove nothing. Anyone who could read data sets however just had to look at the suicide rate for north west Wales and the dreadful health outcomes to know that something was going seriously wrong. The highest mortality rates in Europe for many conditions Lord Wigley.

Whilst Edwina and Lord Wigley were doing their dirty deal, Andrew Davies AM was Chief Whip. That’s the Andrew Davies who was the bedfellow of Meri Huws, who formerly worked as a community social worker for Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate near Bangor. The Ty’r Felin children’s home was on Maesgeirchan. The girls at Ty’r Felin were taken to local pubs and nightclubs by social workers where they were sold for sex – the boys were trafficked to destinations further afield, including Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). At about the time that the dirty deal was being thrashed out – about the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report – Meri returned from exile in Dublin and was given the job as Head of Lifelong Learning at Bangor University. Over the next few years Meri drove the dept into the ground. Staff were ruthlessly bullied and unlawfully dismissed and a young woman with serious visual impairment was forced out of her job because of her disability. Admittedly she had called Meri a ‘fucking gobshite’, but that was after disability discrimination and severe provocation. She could probably have used the defence of ‘fair comment’, but having learning difficulties and never having travelled much further than her home town of Caernarfon (Lord Wigley’s constituency), she probably didn’t know that the legal precedent had been set in the court case involving Derek Jameson aka Sid Yobboe and ‘Private Eye’ years previously.

Whilst Meri was Head of Lifelong Learning, Lifelong Learning offered ‘courses’ in partnership with CAIS, the charity Chaired by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones which numbers Lucille Hughes, Meri’s former boss at Gwynedd Social Services, as a Trustee.

Before going into exile in Dublin, Meri spent a few years employed at that other home for paedophiles’ friends, Bangor Normal College. The Normal College was the teacher training college in Bangor, which eventually merged with Bangor University.

Whilst Meri was causing havoc at Bangor University, during one General Election campaign a Professor at Bangor told me that he had met Dafydd Wigley campaigning in Bangor. The Professor expressed his extreme concern to Dafydd Wigley about events at the University and told Wigley that the Welsh-speaking VC was being undermined by a non-Welsh speaking PVC, namely Fergus Lowe. Fungus was using his knowledge of the paedophiles’ friends to cause much trouble. A lot of us had noticed this and had also noticed that the VC was receiving no support at all from people like Dafydd Wigley – the Professor concerned told us that he had hoped that perhaps the Defenders of Language and Nation in Plaid might wake up to what was happening if the problem was couched in such terms. They didn’t. Although Dafydd Wigley did say to the Professor concerned that he knew Meri. The Professor told us that it was difficult not to respond with ‘not in the carnal sense I hope’.

 

I discovered today that Bangor Normal has a famous old boy who had escaped my notice – the actor Windsor Davies, he who found fame in the 70s TV favourite ‘It Ain’t Half Racist Mum’. After learning his trade at the knees of the paedophiles’ friends at Bangor Normal, Windsor worked as a teacher at Mountside School for Boys in Staffordshire. There was a long-standing paedophile ring in Staffordshire which was concealed by numerous people for years. Windsor Davies had a moment of pop stardom in 1975 with a recording of ‘Whispering Grass’ with his co-star Don Estelle from ‘It Ain’t Half Racist Mum’. When I was illegally detained in Seiriol Ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd by Meri Huws’s colleague Jackie Brandt after being threatened by Alun Davies, the ‘entertainment facilities’ for patients – some of whom were held there against their will for months – were two ping pong bats and one ball and one of those poles with a sponge ball attached to a cable, the idea being that people could bat the sponge ball around the pole, as well as an ancient record player. There was only one record available however – it was ‘Whispering Grass’ by Windsor Davies and Don Estelle. I discovered later that the only reason that the patients even got those things as ‘entertainment’ was that there had been absolutely nothing at all, so one of the nurses had brought in some of the things that had belonged to their kids but that the kids had grown out of.

Are you enjoying the subsidised restaurants in the House of Lords then Lord Wigley?

Windsor Davies appeared in numerous films including ‘Murder Most Foul’, ‘Drop Dead Darling’, ‘Carry On Behind’ and ‘Carry On England’. He also appeared in ‘Casualty’.

Windsor starred in a special production of ‘Under Milk Wood’, the cast of which was entirely composed of Welsh actors and actresses who had hit the big time during those years of peak child abuse in Wales, the 60s, 70s and 80s. George Martin – friend of ‘The Beatles’ and one who was involved in boosting the metamorphosis of the offsping of the paedophiles’ friends into international rock stars during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’) – arranged the production and another star was Nerys Hughes, who found fame  as the posh one in ‘The Liver Birds’. Nerys’s mother in ‘The Liver Birds’ was played by Mollie Sugden, who was rather better known for her adventures with her pussy in ‘Are You Being Served?’

Nerys was brought up in Rhyl and went to Howell’s School in Denbigh. Nerys’s mum and dad were Myfi and Ted Kerfoot-Hughes. There was a solicitor in Flintshire called Kerfoot-Roberts whom Ronnie Waterhouse was big mates with and who started Waterhouse on his career in law, but I don’t know if he had any links with Nerys Hughes’s family. Nerys Hughes and her clan will probably have known Ronnie and co because every one of them was an enthusiastic Eisteddfodwr. Nerys still has many relatives in north Wales, including her sister Eleanor Parry who lives in Deganwy with husband Roland. Eleanor’s son, Nerys’s nephew, is Rev Robert Parry, a Welsh Minister in Wrexham. Nerys’s family took their Methodism seriously and in interviews Nerys has talked about the excellent start in life that they gave her. She has paid tribute to her ‘good family’. They seem to have ignored a great deal of unpleasantness around them though Nerys.

Nerys played the lead role in ‘The District Nurse’ and back in 1970 played bit parts in films ‘A Severed Head’ and ‘A Girl Like You’. Nerys is married to TV cameraman Patrick Turley. Presumably between them they did come across the name ‘Jimmy Savile’ at some point in their careers – as I suspect Nerys will have come across the names ‘Gwynne and Dafydd’ when she was young.

Nerys was a regular on ‘Call My Bluff’ in the 1980s, appearing alongside Robert Robinson, Frank Muir and that one who had a very bad stammer. Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie performed a send up of ‘Call My Bluff’, where some of the words involved were ‘insufferable’, ‘smug’, ‘pompous’ etc. With Nerys on the panel, perhaps Robert Robinson et al could have all had a go at defining words such as ‘paedophile’, ‘lobotomy’, ‘chlorpromazine’ and ‘haloperidol’.

The rock group ‘Half Man Half Biscuit’ released a song called ‘I Hate Nerys Hughes (From The Heart)’ on their album ‘Back in the D.H.S.S.’ Which was where so many of us were thanks to the paedophiles’ friends. Meanwhile the Top Docs and Angels enjoyed holidays in the south of France, the Far East, cruises on the Nile etc. How do I know? Because they used to tell the patients about it. Whilst telling patients that they weren’t budgeting properly when patients told them that they couldn’t afford to pay bills, afford bus fares or in some cases food.

 

Nerys’s nephew the Rev Robert Parry was previously the Minister at Bethel Presbytarian Church of Wales in Birmingham. There were numerous connections between Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales and corrupt professional people in the West Midlands. The Rev Parry is now the Minister at Capel Y Groes, Wrexham and was involved in the 2011 National Eisteddfod at Wrexham. If the family are Methodists and live in Deganwy, they will know  paedophiles’ friend Lord Roger Roberts (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

One did not need to be professionally qualified as a Top Doctor or an Angel in north Wales to make a comfortable living from the desperate. I have mentioned in previous posts that the mental health services in north Wales were so bad that by the late 1990s some patients were spending their disability benefits – those that had actually managed to get disability benefits – on various ‘therapists’ specialising in complementary therapies. The complementary therapists were giving free sessions at the MIND Abbey Road Centre in Bangor – which was run and staffed by people who knew all about the abuses of the paedophiles’ friends but who concealed everything that they were told – and once the service users had been fed utter nonsense about the ‘science’ underlying the head massages/root rubbing/ear candles etc and had been convinced that it would help them, sky high prices were charged.

Whilst I took the view that the complementary therapists were a lot less damaging than the sociopaths who staffed the mental health services, there were some very worrying aspects to the phenomenon. Some of the therapists were basically nice people who did not abuse their clients, although they were out of their depth with the problems that their clients brought to them and didn’t always admit this. There were some however who were quite mad – a number of them were to be found at the misleadingly named Well-Being Centre in Caernarfon. Even more worryingly, as with the paedophiles’ friends who ran MIND in Bangor, there was someone in the Well-Being Centre in Caernarfon who was involved with Rape Crisis. The woman from the Well-Being Centre in Caernarfon enthusiastically told me all about her duties at the ‘rape rooms’. Which sounds like something one would have found at the North Wales Hospital frequented by Dafydd. Brown always maintained that it was no coincidence that the paedophiles’ friends were running Rape Crisis in north Wales, no-one could ever have afforded to let anybody competent into the system.

Some of the mad therapists gathered at a Healing Centre in College Road in Bangor. There was one therapist there who was not bonkers like the others – although I think that she must have known all about Dafydd and the paedophiles. She was a former Angel, her father had been a senior member of staff at Bangor University when the paedophiles’ friends ran the place and her ex-husband was a clinical psychologist at Bangor University who had worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. She definitely knew how to treat people properly and didn’t mistreat or exploit patients, but she must have known about Dafydd. She had identified Howard Jones –  discussed in my post ‘Counselling, Caring And A Bit Of Identity Fraud…’ –  as being completely unsuitable to be working as a therapist.

There was however another ‘therapist’ who worked in the Healing Centre at College Road who was not only completely unsuitable to be working as any sort of therapist, but who most certainly knew about the paedophile ring – because she used to work in the Ty’r Felin children’s home at Maesgeirchan. Even the Waterhouse Report admitted that Nefyn and June Dodd, who ran Ty’r Felin, seriously abused the children there. Children were punched, kicked, forced to work as free labour in local businesses, kept short of food, sexually assaulted and made to lick Nefyn Dodd’s boots. At the Waterhouse Inquiry, a letter was produced which had been sent to Lucille Hughes in support of June and Nefyn Dodd, whilst Ty’r Felin was under investigation. The letter purported to be from a former resident of Ty’r Felin who was in Risley Remand Centre. The letter was a forgery and Ronnie Waterhouse accepted this. Did Ronnie investigate further? No. He stated that he would ‘ignore’ this key piece of evidence that someone in a prison in England had such a vested interest in ensuring that Nefyn and June Dodd were not held to account that documents were being forged.

I knew the ‘therapist’ who worked at Ty’r Felin well because she used to live near me in Rachub. She freely discussed what a complete bastard Nefyn Dodd was until the Waterhouse Inquiry began. At which point she stated that Dodd was an utter git but ooh no she never saw anything so she couldn’t go to the police with any evidence.

After the Waterhouse Inquiry ended, the fortunes of this woman took a sudden inexplicable turn for the better. She was from a local family and had lived in Rachub for years, as the most hippiest of all the hippies. She was so extreme that most of the hippies did not get on with her that well and kept a safe distance. There was much resentment towards her locally because she had a small boy – who was actually lovely – and would ask people if they could babysit ‘for a couple of hours’ and she would then disappear for literally days. Usually to a festival or a rave, knowing that she had selected a reasonably sane person to babysit and that they would never abandon the little boy. Then she acquired a horse without acquiring the land on which to keep the horse. Not that it mattered – she just put the horse in someone else’s field. And when the farmer kicked the horse out, into someone’s garden no less. A posh garden, with the lawn edged by expensive bricks – the horse trampled the garden and crushed the bricks. However she was able to commune with the horse – who was called Rainbow – and told one of the neighbours that the good thing about Rainbow was that she was a single parent as well and understood such matters. On another occasion she explained to me that one of her friends had experienced a breakdown and had been healed by a dolphin. I thought that this friend must have been off swimming with dolphins, so I asked further and it was explained that the friend in question had never actually met a dolphin but a dolphin ‘got through’ to him telepathically whilst he was ill and it did him the world of good.

So imagine everyone’s surprise when this person constructed herself as a therapist, gained employment at the Healing Centre in College Road, started appearing in Bangor wearing a suit and moved into a very expensive house further down the road at Llanllechid. One of her neighbours – who had been one of those who had babysat for days and nights at a time, who had looked after the therapist and her son when they were ill, supplied meals etc – bumped into her in Bangor and commented that no-one in Rachub had seen her for a while. Whereupon the therapist stated that ‘everybody in Rachub is scum’ and she wasn’t going to bother with them anymore. The neighbour observed to me that the therapist seemed to have forgotten that the rest of Rachub had brought up her son.

Everyone knew that the therapist in question was selfish, exploitative and irresponsible and was certainly no therapist after telling a young woman who’s baby had died as a result of SIDS that the baby had died as a result of the young woman’s ‘karma’, – that was the cause of the Holocaust as well no less – but more importantly from the point of this blog, that therapist who denounced the whole of Rachub as scum witnessed what Nefyn and June Dodd did to those kids at Ty’r Felin.

So Patricia Margaret White aka Pats Reclin aka Isha the Therapist or indeed whatever name that you are using at the moment, would you like to make a police statement admitting what you really witnessed whilst you worked at Ty’r Felin? Because everybody else knew what was happening to those kids. I suspect that Pats was not the only person who was well-rewarded for keeping her mouth shut throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. The son of hers who was brought up by the scum of Rachub whilst Pats went out and got pissed and stoned for days on end wanted to do medicine. He was bright, but had a disaster with his A levels and had to re-sit the following year. Nonetheless, he still got into Edinburgh onto the medicine degree. I know something about Edinburgh University School of Medicine – they are very elitist, up their own arses in every way possible and do not usually give places to students who have stuffed up their A levels on the first try. Had Pats’ son been at a public school, yes, he might just have wangled a place through nepotism and the old boy network – but he was the son of a mad hippy who was at Friars School in Bangor, it wasn’t Eton.

But of course, as I have mentioned previously, Friars does have an old boy network – the paedophiles’ friends constitute the alumni of Friars School. North Wales is choc full of senior police officers and NHS managers  – such as Elfed Roberts – who went to Friars and some of Bangor’s Top Docs went to school there as well.

Was the success of Pats’ son also related to Pats keeping schtum about events at Ty’r Felin?

The last that the scum living in Rachub heard of Pats, she was in Australia after having spent time at the Findhorn Community. Her son has qualified as a Top Doctor but I don’t know where he is working – he has changed his name.

Pats may also have information about the theft of the Hergest patient F’s child and the fitting up of F (see post ‘Killing Floor – I  Know Cos I Was There!’) as well as the death of Martin, who witnessed it all. Being a creature of raves and festivals in north Wales, Pats was frequenting such events with Jeff Crowther, the psychiatric nursing manager from the Hergest Unit and his friend Gareth Phillips, who also worked at the Hergest Unit. Jeff also attended knees-ups with Mary Vernon, another friend of the family who colluded with Gwynedd Social Services and others to frame F.

Whilst I am naming accessories, I think that a Gwynedd social worker called Amber needs to come forward as well. I saw Amber just before I left Bangor when I was out buying groceries one day. She stood glowering at me as though I had murdered her gran and I asked someone who knew her what the problem was and I was told that ‘she’s working with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team’. I knew Amber in 2000, when she was a social work student. She objected to the presence of another student on the course because he was German and stated that she would not want a bloody German as a social worker. Well Amber, most people wouldn’t want a member of a gang of paedophiles as a social worker but that’s all that was ever on offer in north Wales and now you’ve joined them.

You can intimidate some of the people some of the time Amber, but you can’t intimidate all of the people all of the time. And you lot should not have believed that you could do it to me because it was not going to work. I will be naming all of you now, absolutely all of you. Take a hint and don’t ever, ever try this again with other witnesses.

Amber has also completed a course in complementary therapy!

 

To return to Welsh celebs who somehow ignored a few real horrors on their way up, up and away. The leading role in George Martin’s production of ‘Under Milk Wood’ was occupied by Sir Anthony Hopkins.

Hopkins was born in Port Talbot. He has stated that his father’s working class values have always underscored his life: ‘Whenever I get a feeling that I may be special or different, I think of my father and I remember his hands – his hardened, broken hands’. Being a thespian, Sir Anthony will have calloused hands. To instil discipline, Sir Anthony’s parents insisted he attend  Jones’s West Monmouth Boys’ School in Pontypool. Sir Anthony remained there for five terms and was then educated at Cowbridge Grammar School. He stumbled into acting at 17 with a YMCA group. Sir Anthony’s one line was ‘Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth’. As the lady in the crowd listening to the sermon on the mount in ‘The Life Of Brian’ observed, it’s nice that the meek are getting something because they’ve had a hell of a time.

Sir Anthony maintains that Snowdonia ‘is one of the most beautiful places in the world and Snowdon is the jewel that lies at its heart’. Sir Anthony’s love of Snowdonia has led him to live in Malibu, California in the same way that professional Liverpudlian Cilla had a lorra lorra love for her mansion in Buckinghamshire.

Hopkins was influenced and encouraged by Welsh compatriot Richard Burton – another man from Port Talbot who chose places such as Hampstead and Switzerland as locations in which to live and get pissed – whom he met at the age of 15. Hopkins enrolled at the Royal College of Music and Drama. After his national service, Sir Anthony studied at RADA.

Sir Anthony developed a drink problem but has been sober since 1975. I doubt that he was one of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital.

Sir Anthony moved to the US in the late 1970s but returned to London in the late 80s. He relocated to the US once more in the 90s. Interestingly enough, Sir Anthony became a US citizen in 2000, immediately after those few years in which he desperately flagged up his Welsh credentials.

In 1996, Sir Anthony directed an adaptation of Chekov’s ‘Uncle Vanya’,  set in Wales. He became President of the National Trust’s Snowdonia Appeal, raising funds for the preservation of the Snowdonia National Park. In 1998 Sir Anthony donated £1 million towards the £3 million needed to aid the Trust’s efforts in purchasing parts of Snowdon. Prior to the campaign, Hopkins authored Anthony Hopkins’ Snowdonia, which was published in 1995. Hopkins has been a Patron of the YMCA centre for more than 20 years. Hopkins contributed toward the refurbishment of a £2.3 million wing at the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, named the Anthony Hopkins Centre, which opened in 1999.

So it rather looks as though Sir Anthony discovered and publicised a deep love for his homeland and for Snowdonia in particular at the same time as all that dreadful publicity about a paedophile ring in north Wales which involved famous people and was concealed at the highest levels. Sir Anthony became a US citizen after Ronnie Waterhouse published his cover-up and everyone slept easily once more.

Sir Anthony is probably most well-known for his role as Hannibal Lecter, the cannibalistic psychiatrist in ‘The Silence of the Lambs’. Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) told me that was his favourite film. Francis killed himself after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, so here’s a reminder of the fallen soldier:

 Well Professor Drakeford – have the lambs stopped screaming?
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It was during the early days of Rhodri’s time as FM, in 2002, when I was arrested and charged with ‘threats to kill’ after I told Alun Davies’s secretary, over the phone, that Davies was a fat idiot (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Davies maintained that he was terrified of an imminent murderous attack from me. Where was Davies at the time? Walking alone at night in Snowdonia perhaps with me nearby? No. I was in hospital in Bangor and Davies was at a meeting in the National Assembly in Cardiff. Davies made eight or nine calls to the police from the Assembly demanding that I be arrested and charged. I understand that Davies’s first few calls demanded my arrest for calling him a fat idiot, but after he was told by the police that it would be ridiculous to arrest me for such an offence, Davies then rang them again claiming that I’d threatened to kill him and that he and his family were living in fear.

Jane Hutt was Health Minister whilst Davies made those calls. Presumably someone at the National Assembly knew that Davies was making those calls and also knew that not only was he in no danger of being murdered but that he only claimed that he was after his initial attempts at having me arrested for calling him a fat idiot was unsuccessful. Would Jane like to explain exactly what was going on in the Assembly on that day?

Whilst Hutt was Health Minister, Mark Drakeford was her Spad. Drakeford has now announced his intention to stand as a candidate for FM and Hutt has told the BBC that Drakeford as FM would be ‘a blessing for Wales’. Perhaps The Blessing who was once a social worker who’s colleagues facilitated a paedophile gang can remember what was going on in the Assembly on the day that he and Hutt were in the company of Alun Davies whilst Davies lied his arse off to the police and had me arrested.

Not that I was arrested immediately. I was a patient in the Hergest Unit at the time and the police refused to enter the hospital and arrest a patient. So I was discharged and arrested as soon as I got home. Which took a while because I was discharged with no money and no transport and had to hitch hike back to my place in Snowdonia.

The Top Doc who facilitated all this was Dr Tony Roberts. Roberts had the highest suicide rate among his patients in any part of England and Wales except for Camden. Hutt and Drakeford knew this because so many of Roberts’s female patients killed themselves that it showed up as a statistical outlier and was the subject of a BBC News report. Roberts had previously worked at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and was a University of Manchester graduate, so he will have known Dafydd and Tony Francis’s mates who worked at Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’).

My subsequent complaint about Tony Roberts and co – which included a complaint about being assaulted and injured by four members of staff – was never investigated, either by the NW Wales NHS Trust or by  Gwynedd Community Health Council. The Chief Exec of the CHC at the time was Glanville Owen, who had been the senior manger in Gwynedd Social Services responsible for children’s homes whilst the paedophile gang had worked within those homes. Glanville told the Waterhouse Inquiry that he didn’t expect to continue his career. Rob Evans, who had been another senior manager with responsibility for children’s homes in Gwynedd also told the Inquiry the same thing. See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ for details. Until recently Glanville was still a member of the CHC and Rob Evans was Director of Community Services for Anglesey County Council.

Can Jane and The Blessing explain why Glanville and Rob’s careers continued to thrive after Waterhouse?

 

Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, flatly refused to investigate my complaint or to co-operate with any investigations held by anyone else, declared me a ‘vexatious complainant’ and refused to respond to my letters. I took the matter up with the Ombudsman for Wales, Adam Peat. After my correspondence was ignored, I rang the Ombudsman’s office and spoke to Peat’s sidekick, Geraint Jones, to enquire about progress. Geraint told me that my complaint would not be investigated and then threatened me.

I wrote again and some weeks later received a letter from Adam Peat telling me that it would not be in the public interest to investigate my complaint. Adam Peat had previously worked in the Welsh civil service and had been CEO of Tai Cymru, 1989-98. After stepping down as Ombudsman Peat became the Chair of a Magna Housing, a big housing association in the West Country. All references to Adam Peat have now disappeared from the internet, but further details about him can be read in my post ‘Yet More Crime And Punishment’.

Geraint Jones is still working in the Office of the Public Services Ombudsman for Wales. He is Assistant Investigation Manager.

 

Not only was I prosecuted for a serious offence which numerous people in the NW Wales NHS Trust and the National Assembly knew that I had not committed, but Keith Fearns, the leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, then paid a visit to the headmaster of the school where I was employed and told him that I represented a danger to the pupils. The headmaster told Fearns that he had never had any concerns about me. I understand that Fearns ordered the headmaster to suspend me and threatened him and his wife. They were in a particularly vulnerable position because they had two close relatives who were in the care of the mental health services in Gwynedd.

Fearns had never played any part in my ‘care’, he broke confidentiality – although he should never have had access to any information about me anyway, I later found that Fearns was even being sent clinical details of medical treatment that I had received which was unrelated to mental health  – and also told my former employer a number of things that weren’t true. After my employers refused to dismiss me, the headmaster and his wife received phone calls from four parents who worked as Top Doctors at Ysbyty Gwynedd who demanded that I be sacked. I told the school that I would resign because the paedophiles’ friends were clearly going to cause the school serious grief.

Sadly my resignation wasn’t enough for the paedophiles’ friends. The headmaster and his wife were subjected to the standard whispering campaign. In July 2004, a pupil at the school, Kian Williams, had an accident in the playground which resulted in a head injury. Kian was taken to Alder Hey Hospital and whilst he was there he contracted an infection and died. Did his family sue Alder Hey? Er, no. His grandfather paid my former employers a visit and told them that the family would sue them. The North Wales Police and the HSE investigated and the school was prosecuted. My former employers were initially found guilty but appealed and were subsequently cleared.

There was a great deal of very bad publicity for the school and the strain made both the headmaster and his wife ill. After they were cleared on appeal, things escalated. A relative of Kian’s placed a wreath of flowers at the gates of the school on the anniversary of his death. The headmaster’s wife went out to take the wreath into the school grounds only to find a photographer from the ‘Daily Post’ waiting outside. She was photographed and an article was subsequently published claiming that she was callously disposing of the wreath…

Not only was there a wreath placed outside the school along with a ‘Daily Post’ photographer, but Kian’s parents somehow persuaded a TV production company to make a documentary about their Journey Of Recovery following Kian’s death. The documentary received much publicity.

Throughout the media coverage of Kian’s death and the aftermath, no-one managed to mention that Kian’s grieving parents – who were photographed holding hands as they talked of their heartbreak – had not only split up after Kian’s birth, but had never actually looked after Kian. They went their separate ways and Kian was brought up by his grandparents. It was Kian’s grandfather who met the headmaster and his wife after Kian’s death, not Kian’s parents. Did Kian’s grandfather tell the headmaster and his wife that they were heartbroken after Kian’s death? No. They explained that they had always been happy with the school but that someone had to be sued and they could never take on the NHS, so it was the small private school that was going to get it in the neck.

Kian’s parents and his grandfather did not cause all the aggro alone. They had help – help from someone who really wanted to give Hillgrove School a kicking.

Now that The Blessing wants to be FM, perhaps he and Jane Hutt would like to supply full details of who assisted in the shameful, shabby witch hunt against two people who had dared to employ me as well as try and stand up to Keith Fearns.

 

I will mention here the death of another schoolboy from Gwynedd about which the full truth was never told, a death very different to Kian’s and many years previously. In 1989 a teenaged pupil from Ysgol David Hughes, Simeon Probert, was found hanged in the family home at Menai Bridge. Simeon’s mother maintained that Simeon was being bullied at school and that was why he killed himself. Mrs Probert launched an anti-bullying campaign and for many years placed notices in newspapers on the anniversary of Simeon’s death. Bullying in schools can have very serious consequences and even these days schools are very reluctant to admit to a bullying problem, even if they are well aware that they have one. However after Simeon’s death I was told by a number of people – including pupils at David Hughes – that Simeon was not being bullied and that there were other reasons why Simeon might have killed himself which were not made public.

I didn’t know Simeon or his mother, but I did know his father. Dr Probert was a lecturer in the Zoology Dept at UCNW (Bangor University) – he ‘did’ platyhelminthes (flatworms). There were some very lurid anecdotes circulating around UCNW regarding Dr Probert’s activities at conferences…

One of Dr Probert’s colleagues, Dr Clifford-Jones, had a son who was notorious in Bangor. He was alleged to have been part of an ‘extremist Welsh Nationalist’ group who did pretty much what they wanted because of their parents’ connections. By the time that I was an undergrad, Clifford-Jones junior was at Manchester University becoming an accountant, but I did hear quite a lot about him from local young people. He was famed for walking across the chains of the Menai Suspension Bridge. Which is not that difficult to do, the chains are quite substantial, but Clifford-Jones’s son had epilepsy, so he was taking quite a risk balancing on those chains hundreds of feet above the Menai Strait.

People of Probert’s and Clifford-Jones’s vintage are dying out now, but there is someone working at the School of Biological Sciences in Bangor who will remember the halcyon days when UCNW was run by the paedophiles’ friends – Professor Simon Webster. Simon Webster was a post-doc in the mid-1980s and he knew as much about the madness as the rest of us did. Simon Webster is a crustacean endocrinologist who received publicity recently as a result of working with Bear Grylls. Boy Scout Bear is the son of Sir Michael Grylls who was involved in the cash for questions scandal with Sir Peter Morrison, the man whose molesting of kids in care was being concealed by the paedophiles’ friends in UCNW…

 

Unbeknown to me, after Fearns threatened my employers, a whistleblower who worked at the Hergest Unit was so appalled at Fearns’s behaviour that he wrote to Alun Davies under public interest disclosure guidelines. I now have copies of the correspondence. The Hergest whistleblower stated quite clearly that Fearns and his colleagues were conducting a vendetta against me, that confidentiality was being breached constantly, that misleading statements had been supplied to the police and to other people and that no-one had ever deemed that I was any sort of risk to children. Alun Davies replied to say only one thing – he gave the whistleblower a bollocking for using official Trust headed paper.

 

After I got nowhere when I raised the matter of Fearns with Alun Davies and Gwynedd Social Services, my lawyer wrote to Gwynedd Social Services, who held Fearns’s contract. My lawyer wrote to Martin Davidson, the ‘service manager, mental health’ for Gwynedd Social Services, on 8 Oct 2002 but did not receive a reply. She wrote again on 29 Oct 2002 with no joy. Meanwhile she was also writing to the duty solicitor who had seen me when I was arrested after Davies’s multiple phone calls from the National Assembly. I have mentioned previously that when the paedophiles’ friends were really desperate to fit someone up, it was always Pwllheli Police Station and Magistrates Court that was used. Defendants from Bangor would be taken all the way to Pwllheli, passing several other police stations and magistrates courts on the way. It was to Pwllheli that I was taken after Davies demanded my arrest.

I didn’t know the solicitor on duty, it was a Richard Robyns, who was visibly frightened whilst we were in Pwllheli Police Station. On 22 Nov 2002 my lawyer wrote to Richard Robyns, asking him to clarify what charges I was actually facing, as they kept changing. My lawyer’s letter to Robyns noted that there was a ‘certain amount of bedevilling going on here’. She sent Robyns copies of all correspondence between us and the NW Wales NHS Trust and Gwynedd Social Services. So Richard Robyns knew that the law had been broken repeatedly but not by me. He did not comment upon any of it.

By 2003 nothing had been resolved. My lawyer had received a letter from Gwynedd County Council’s ‘customer care officer’ (!), Einir Gwyn, dated 13 Feb 2003 stating that there ‘had to be a remedy’ for me, recommending mediation or reconciliation. My lawyer then wrote to Glyn Hughes, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Glyn Hughes refused to hold any investigation and offered no resolution. I subsequently met with Glyn Hughes and Martin Davidson, accompanied by my lawyer. Davidson said nothing at any point. Glyn Hughes told us that it was at his discretion as to whether an investigation would be held and it wouldn’t be. He admitted that there was no evidence that I was or had ever presented a risk to children, that Fearns had breached all procedures and had broken the law but no action would be taken against anyone. Glyn told me that I was welcome to sue Gwynedd Social Services but that legal aid was not available for this and as I no longer had a job I obviously wouldn’t be able to fund such action myself. Glyn then started laughing, so my lawyer and I left.

The ‘service manager’ of Gwynedd’s Children’s Services at this time was Annwen Huws.

I was later told that Glyn Hughes ‘is an absolute bastard, even more of a bastard than the other bastards down there’. Martin Davidson was married to Nonn Williams, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services. There was a major row after Nonn, in her capacity as Director, negotiated a handsome pay rise for Martin, her employee and husband.

When my lawyer finally extracted my records after Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, was summoned before the High Court in Cardiff and threatened with imprisonment for contempt if he didn’t release the records, I discovered among the documents a handwritten note with Martin Davidson’s name at the top and dated 10/12/02 saying ‘Sally Baker appearing in court – charges of harassment. playing everything short and formal’.

Martin Davidson and indeed Gwynedd Social Services were nothing to do with Alun Davies’s complaint against me. The perjurers who made statements claiming to have witnessed me threatening to kill Davies were drawn from the ranks of the North West Wales NHS Trust, not Gwynedd Social Services. Indeed I have a copy of the note signed by Patricia Gaskell, the solicitor for the NW Wales NHS Trust, which asks for ‘more nurses down to the police station to make complaints about Sally Baker please’.

Perhaps Jane Hutt and The Blessing could shed some light on the matter – Jane and The Blessing were responsible for Social Services as well as Health at the time.

 

The charges of ‘threats to kill’ suddenly disappeared when an NHS whistleblower came forward and stated that they had witnessed the conspiracy to frame me and that if the prosecution went ahead they would go public on the abuse of patients in the Hergest Unit.

After I was convicted of the lowest category of Public Order offence, I received a letter from the DES telling me that as my name was on the teaching register, I was now under investigation as a potential risk to pupils. By now I had really had a bellyful, so I replied making it quite clear how trivial my crime had been and how much evidence I had of serious criminal conduct on the part of the NHS and social services. I subsequently received a letter written in the snottiest of styles agreeing that there was no evidence that I was a risk to anyone but telling me that if ever I wanted to take up another teaching position I would have to undergo a medical examination. The only surprise is that they didn’t demand that it be done by Dafydd. The rationale behind this was, according to the DES, that I had ‘received mental health care for 17 years’. Which somehow didn’t quite capture the illegal arrests and detentions under the Mental Health Act and the constant refusals to treat me on the occasions when I was seriously depressed.

It got better. I discovered that my name had been entered, without my knowledge, upon a thing called ‘the serious mental illness register’. I didn’t know that such a register even existed, but I was told that it had been initiated to ‘prevent service users falling through the net’. Whilst my name was on the Nutters Register- which was what was causing the DES such distress now that they couldn’t pin a serious offence on me – Tony Roberts and Alun Davies refused me all care and treatment and told me that I would be arrested if I entered Ysbyty Gwynedd on the grounds that I wasn’t ill.

When Brown and I found out about this contradictory chaos, we spent time speculating about whatever would have happened if I had have been dangerous, murdered someone and a serious case review had been held. The NW Wales NHS Trust and Gwynedd Social Services would never have been able to have defended their actions. But there would have been no consequences for anyone, in the way that there never ever is, no matter how great the disaster. The Nonns, the Martins, the Glyns, the Tony Roberts’s and the Alun Davies’s are simply moved sideways into a new post on the same enormous salary and two years later are promoted. And now The Blessing wants to be FM.

There was only one person who was named and shamed as a result of all this. That was a junior Minister who was in the DES who had been the person responsible for clearing me and a number of other wrongly accused teachers. This Minister was named and was accused by the media of ‘allowing dangerous teachers’ – including paedophiles no less – to continue their careers. The dangerous irresponsibility of this Minister was used to argue that it should be social workers who make such decisions in future.

The Minister concerned was about the only leading light in Blair’s Gov’t who was not given a peerage when Blair finally fucked off. It was said that was because Blair never quite trusted this Minister. No, it was because this Minister was not a paedophiles’ friend – Blair knows who I am talking about and Blair knows how bloody shameful the whole episode was.

 

I was friends with another Hergest patient who had witnessed much of what had happened to me throughout that time. I had known him before – he was a patient in Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital when I was there in 1986/87. He was found dead after the attempt to fit me up for threatening to kill Alun Davies collapsed. He had experienced heart failure brought on by the huge amount of ‘medication’ that he had been given. The Hergest whistleblower had repeatedly warned the Top Docs that this man’s life was being put in danger by gross over-prescribing.

I think that The Blessing needs to open an investigation into the death of Philip Jones when he takes office.

 

Another phenomenon grew to incredible proportions whilst the mental health services spent much time and effort trying to fit me up and force me out of my job – that of Service Users Champ Marion Janner, daughter of Greville. Marion launched a ‘social enterprise’, ‘Bright’, which established a scheme called Star Wards, in which shite abusive mental health units are given good publicity by Marion. Regular readers of this blog will remember that Marion has been featured here previously. I have mentioned Marion’s support dog Buddy, who accompanies Marion absolutely everywhere such is her trauma at everyday situations such as going on Radio 4 and praising an abusive mental health system. I do have an apology to make for misleading readers – I thought that Buddy was a labrador for some reason, but I have now discovered that Buddy is in fact a Tibetan Terrier. I have found a webpage providing info about Marion which presumably has been written by Marion herself and I was concerned to read that Marion ‘is perhaps best known though as the proud mother of Buddy, a 12 year old Tibetan Terrier, whose hairy little face graces many a mental health ward noticeboard and whose happiness-inducing presence among inpatients is a major inspiration to Star Wards’ work.’

Not only has Marion given birth to a Tibetan Terrier with a hairy little face – – one is reminded of the old joke ‘Mary had a little lamb, the obstetrician was astounded’ – but she also boasts of having two learning disabled foster sons. I wonder who on earth made the decision to allow Marion to foster learning disabled children. Probably the same person who believed that the nation’s service users needed a champ like Marion.

In 2010 Marion was given an OBE for her ‘services to mental health’. Whilst mental health patients dropped like lemmings in north Wales, whilst hundreds of them died in the care of Southern Health and there were no investigations and whilst the UK mental health services collapsed – as has now been admitted.

In June 2015, Marion was given a Lifetime Achievement Award by the ‘Journal of Psychiatric and Mental Health Nursing’. Professor Hugh McKenna made a speech and told everyone of Marion’s many qualities. McKenna stated that Marion was ‘a rare breed’ – well that dog that she gave birth to certainly is – and that before she transformed the UK’s mental health services, Marion was Project Manager at Learning Difficulties Media, Director of Payback and Head of Service, NACRO Training and Housing Services (for details of criminals employed by NACRO, see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Marion is also a Trustee of the LankellyChase Foundation, ‘a charity that works to bring about change that transforms the quality of life of people who face severe and multiple disadvantage’. Perhaps people who whilst they were kids in care were sexually assaulted by a Labour MP who was then given a peerage, who was never charged and who are now being called liars by the adult children of that man – one of whom is a barrister, one of whom is a Rabbi and one of whom thinks that she’s given birth to a Tibetan Terrier.

Hugh McKenna is Dean of Medical School Development at the University of Ulster. Hugh was born and grew up in Belfast and is over 60 yrs old. So he’ll know about the allegations that in the 1970s, the residents of the Kincora Boys’ Home were sexually abused by a whole range of people, including British Army officers, Whitehall civil servants, Anthony Blunt and a member of the Royal Family.

 

So who was the National Assembly’s Chief Legal Advisor whilst the naked criminality was going on in north Wales on the watch of Hutt as she was being advised by The Blessing? Step forward Winston Roddick QC, Chief Legal Advisor for the National Assembly, 1998-Oct 2003.

Winston Roddick was born and raised in Caernarfon and was educated at the Royal Naval School Tal-Handaq, Malta and Sir Hugh Owen Grammar School. Winston will have been to school with many a paedophiles’ friend in Caernarfon and the Royal Navy/Malta connections could well mean that he knew Sir Alec Bingley, his wife Lady Juliet and their son William. Lady Juliet and William spent many enjoyable years colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles when they worked for MIND and when William subsequently became Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Roddick worked as a police officer in Liverpool whilst Dafydd built an arm of his empire in that city. Roddick then completed a law degree at UCL. He trained as a barrister and was called to the Bar in 1968 and worked on the gloriously corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, along with Huw Daniel who was the corrupt judge who presided over my trial for calling Alun Davies a fat idiot. Roddick became a Crown Court Recorder. Whilst he was Chief Legal Advisor for the Assembly he advised on the creation and passing of the Welsh Language Act 1993. Presumably Winston was so busy doing that, that he missed all the people – Welsh speakers included – who were being stitched up in court in north Wales or who were dying because of the malpractice and neglect of the NHS and social services.

Roddick was the North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner, 2012-16. He stood as an Independent although he was a member of the Lib Dems. Roddick stood as the Liberal candidate for Anglesey in 1970 and Cardiff South and Penarth in 1983. Roddick served as Chairman of the Welsh Liberal Party in the early 80s.

The following names will be familiar to Winston – Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and Dr Death.

In 1997 Roddick was appointed as a member of the Independent Television Commission and he was a member of the S4C Authority, 2004-12.

Roddick is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. A leading light in the Gorsedd and the former Archdruid is Robyn Lewis. Lewis spent decades working as a solicitor in Pwllheli. Roddick is also Patron of Caernarfon Rugby Club, Honorary President of GISDA (a homeless charity for young people in Gwynedd) and Vice-President of Caernarfon Male Voice Choir.

Winston is a Freemason. He is or was an officer of the Dinas Llandaff Lodge, alleged to be the most powerful Lodge in Wales, containing a number of senior police officers and senior figures in the legal profession. Other members of the Dinas Llandaff Lodge included Stefan Terlezki, the former Tory MP for Cardiff West and Gwilym Jones, the former Tory MP for Cardiff North. Stefan Terlezki knew that George Thomas was abusing boys and as George Thomas was a Freemason, the other members of the Dinas Llandaff Lodge will have as well. Gwilym Jones spent a few years at the heart of the Welsh Office’s collusion with the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

 

When Winston Roddick retired, allegations were made that Rhodri was so desperate to ensure that the job of Counsel General – by that time the Chief Legal Advisor of the Assembly has acquired that title – went to Malcolm Bishop QC, that he blocked the appointment of Gerard Elias QC. There was a grade A row and in March 2004 ‘Dragon’s Eye’ reported that Elias’s appointment had been recommended by an independent panel but Rhodri vetoed the recommendation. Claims were made that Rhodri wanted Malcolm Bishop in the post because Bishop was a member of the Labour Party. Rhodri’s office claimed that the allegations of cronyism were nonsense and that Rhodri did not know, had never met, or even spoken to, Bishop.

There will have been another reason why Rhodri wanted Malcolm Bishop as Counsel General and it won’t have simply been that he was a member of the Labour Party. Malcolm Bishop was educated at Ruabon Grammar School. So he grew up in the Wrexham area. He will have known all about Bryn Estyn, Bryn Alyn, Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Somebody else wanted Malcolm Bishop to be Counsel General for Wales as well – Derry Irvine, who had just stepped down as Lord Chancellor. Derry supplied Bishop’s reference.

Cherie and Tony were pupils of Derry’s. And Derry was a junior barrister to Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

Malcolm Bishop studied theology at Oxford before he studied law. He seems to still have connections with the Church of England because he was interviewed by ‘Church Times’ earlier this year.

Bishop serves as a Deputy High Court judge, Recorder of the Crown Court, Chairman of the Isle of Man Legal Services Commission, Bencher of the Inner Temple and a member of the Family Law Bar Association Committee.  He was formerly a member of the Bar Council.

Two of the people who objected strongly to Rhodri’s efforts to crowbar Malcolm Bishop into the job of Counsel General for Wales were paedophiles’ friends Ieuan Wyn Jones and Eleanor Burnham. They were outraged to hear that Rhodri objected to Gerard Elias being appointed because Elias was a Freemason. You had nothing to worry about Ieuan and Eleanor – Malcolm Bishop was almost certainly a paedophiles’ friend as well, there was nothing to fear.

Why were Ieuan and Eleanor so worried? Well Ieaun grew up in Denbigh and worked as a solicitor in Ruthin with paedophiles’ friend David Jones (see post ‘The Right Honorourable David Jones MP’) and Eleanor grew up near Wrexham, was a manager in the Social Services, a magistrate in Wrexham and sat on Mental Health Review Tribunals for the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘News Round Up, 13 October 2017’). I imagine that Ieuan and Eleanor were tripping over themselves to welcome Gerard Elias QC because of the role that he played in the cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’).

The whole bloody lot of them knew about the paedophile gang, the unlawful arrests and imprisonments and Dafydd’s dungeon at Denbigh.

 

Rhodri’s autobiography tells us that in 2003 he visited Velindre Cancer Centre. Rhodri was proud to boast that the ‘official visit was hijacked’ when he met Dave Campbell, whom Rhodri knew when Dave was a local councillor. Rhodri explained that Dave gave him a ‘people’s tour’ of the hospital.

I do not ever remember Rhodri arriving in north Wales for a ‘people’s tour’. I and a number of other people could certainly have given him one – the police stations where rules were broken; Taliesin Ward in the Hergest Unit where patients were violently assaulted and injured by Angels and where false accounts of the patients attacking Angels were documented; the HQ of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team at 26 College Road, Bangor where patients were threatened and sometimes assaulted and where suicidal clients were told to ‘go ahead and do it then’; and then one of the warden’s flats at Bangor University where suicidal students were dropping in and kipping overnight because the mental health services were flatly refusing to treat them.

After providing an account of the People’s Tour of North Korea that Dave gave him, Rhodri tells readers that there is now ‘a Wales of direct accountability to the people’. So that’s why I’m sitting here with 10,000 documents demonstrating criminality of the highest order on the part of the public services, including that which occurred between 2000-04, which was never investigated by anyone. Neither of course was the forged certificate of indictment stating that I had pleaded guilty to a serious offence with which I had never been charged, which was found in the possession of Chester Court. Neither have the unlawful alterations to my PNC record ever been investigated.

 

Rhodri reminisces about the events involving paediatric surgery in Cardiff in 1997 which he maintains would not have happened if the Assembly had been in place – the Assembly being known for its transparency – and refers to a case involving a Joe Jacobs, whom Rhodri alleges in the late 60s was turned down for the Chair of Paediatrics at Cardiff and went to Toronto, having been told that he was ‘too good for Wales’.

If Rhodri wasn’t dead I’d ask him to explain why there is a former cardiac surgeon working as a cabbie after being dismissed from his job at the University Hospital in Cardiff after he raised issues of patient safety. Then there was that business of the circumstances in which Ann Clwyd’s husband died at that hospital…

Rhodri explains in his autobiography that by 2005 Jane Hutt was ‘exhausted’ as Health Minister – covering up a heap of crap of that magnitude must take it out of one – so Rhodri replaced her with Dr Brian Gibbons. By the time that Gibbons had arrived in post I was writing to Ministers about the criminality in north Wales. I wrote to Gibbons and told him that I had documentary evidence of the most serious criminality in the NHS in north Wales. Gibbons wrote back and told me that ‘this correspondence is over’.

 

Rhodri’s book explains that he had monthly meetings with Gibbons in Gibbons’s capacity as Health Minister as a result of the ‘panic’ over waiting times. The ‘panic’ being that patients were waiting in agony, immobile, for years, for operations. Rhodri’s answer? He ‘contracted in expertise from England’. Rhodri the proud Welshman. As thick as a brick, appointed those who had run a paedophile ring to senior roles in Gov’t, the NHS and social services and then went crawling to the medical establishment in England and paid them to sort out the mess. Rhodri mentions that the ‘expertise’ came in particular from Bristol. So that would have been Dr DGE Wood’s mates then – the DGE Wood who was involved in running the paedophile gang.

So who is the disgusting Gibbons, Top Doc of Rhodri’s People? Gibbons is a GP who shared a practice with Julian Tudor-Hart, the well-known now very elderly Top Doctor who writes from a radical perspective. Gibbons is a member of the Socialist Health Association. Is Gibbons the son of an Irish peat cutter perhaps? No. Gibbons is the son of Hugh Gibbons, a Fianna Fail TD.

But then the oaf Rhodri was no street kid from Bogota. Rhodri grew up in one of the few middle class parts of south Wales – Radyr. Rhodri’s parents went to Swansea University when a university education was a real privilege and they both stayed on for postgraduate work. His mother was a school teacher and his dad was an academic who knew Saunders Lewis and one couldn’t find a more elitist man than Saunders Lewis. Rhodri’s father became very senior in the University of Wales and their neighbours and associates when Rhodri was growing up included Hilary Marquand, the Cabinet Minister in Attlee’s Gov’t and his son David – who later became a Labour MP – and Arthur Jenkins, the father of Roy Jenkins.

One of Rhodri’s grandfathers was a local big wig and it was partly as a result of his grandfather’s network that Rhodri’s political career got off the ground.

When I used to watch Rhodri on TV and nothing at all intelligent came out of his mouth, because I knew that he had been to Oxford and Harvard, I always presumed that there must be a brain in there somewhere and that Rhodri just didn’t give a bugger for social niceties. Having taken a closer look at Rhodri’s background and activities, I have revised my opinion. There wasn’t a brain in there and the notion of Rhodri’s ‘eccentricity’ was constructed to conceal the reality that this was a privileged complete meathead who knew nothing, did nothing, treated people with complete contempt and was only interested in downing pints. But at least he wasn’t Blair or Alun Michael so he was tolerated as the least worst option. If I’d known all this on the day that Rhodri Morgan was rude to me when I met him at the Senedd, I’d have emptied a bucket of slops over his head. People died because of that fool.

 

One thing about old Rhodri was that he made damn sure that he and his own didn’t suffer at the hands of the tosspots whom he protected. The Labour Party in Wales had a disaster in the 2005 General Election after a ‘sub-committee of Welsh Labour’s Executive’ imposed an all- women shortlist on Blaenau Gwent. It meant that the popular local candidate Peter Law was elbowed out in favour of Maggie Jones, a senior UNISON official deemed acceptable to Blair. Peter Law stood as an Independent and the voters of Blaenau Gwent delivered a crippling kick in the carregs to the Labour Party and voted for Peter Law rather than Maggie Jones. Labour had lost one of its safest seats. Peter Law was diagnosed with a brain tumour whilst he was fighting the 2005 General Election and sadly died in 2006. Rhodri’s book reveals that Peter Law was treated at Velindre and gained preferential access to drugs unavailable to other NHS patients in Wales because Rhodri’s office sorted it. Readers will know that I take the view that a great many such cancer drugs offer false hope and are probably not worth trying anyway, but most MPs with cancer don’t know that. They are dying and frightened and quite understandably if they hear that a drug is available which will give them another three months, they usually want it. And unlike their constituents they get it, even if Rhodri’s office has to facilitate it.

But Rhodri had a track record for this sort of thing. When his elderly mother needed treatment for a problem which was causing her to lose her eye-sight and the waiting list was enormous – of course it was, Jane fucking Hutt was Health Minister – Rhodri’s heart was touched when his old mam said that she couldn’t possibly go private what with her son being the Labour FM. Mrs Morgan didn’t go private either. Rhodri discovered that as a result of the notion that certain hospitals in Wales should specialise in certain treatments, the treatment that his mam needed was the responsibility of Ysbyty Gwynedd. I bet the Morgans collectively crapped themselves at the idea of Mam risking her neck with that lot. So what happened? Well it was conveniently discovered that poor old Mrs M was so frail that she wouldn’t survive the journey to Bangor, so she had the work done in Bridgend.

I knew one of the eye surgeons in Ysbyty Gwynedd. He and his family lived in Menai Bridge and there was much trouble because his wife was a highly aggressive South African who had a problem with the rest of the world and was at war with the whole of the town. They had been living abroad so no-one knew them when they arrived in Menai Bridge and being Menai Bridge everyone tripped over themselves to hobnob with them because he was the new eye surgeon. Mrs Eye Surgeon told everybody that she was an interior designer and claimed to have an outstanding academic record from a South African university. Sadly Mrs Eye Surgeon was a fantasist and none of it was true. Then came the screaming rows with local tradesmen and the mad accusations levelled at just about everyone. What a lot of people did not know about however was the close relative of Mr Eye Surgeon who was a sex offender, who lived locally and was known to be a risk to young people. Was this family subject to the usual bigotry and leaks from the ‘services’? Of course they weren’t. A suspected abusive situation in the family was ignored and when it could be ignored no longer was concealed by the NHS, the social services, the police and the probation service…

Of course Rhodri’s Mam wasn’t going to be operated on at Ysbyty Gwynedd, they were only there to treat the plebs.

 

Towards the end of his book, Rhodri mentions that the one thing that he was proudest of achieving during his time as FM was the Children’s Rights Measure, ie. the incorporation of the UN rights of the child into all the laws and actions of the Welsh Gov’t. Implemented by the paedophiles’ friends sitting in the Assembly.

Rhodri’s book comes with photos. There’s a nice one of Rhodri launching the European Year of Disabled People in 2003.

The last words in Rhodri’s book are ‘I’m doing alright’. Yes Rhodri, you were. The country was wrecked and the ‘services’ were endemically corrupt and run by a gang of criminals who had achieved their positions by facilitating a major sex trafficking ring. But you and the fuckwit Julie were absolutely fine.

 

As Dylan Thomas would say, Time passes.

So what is in the Welsh news today?

There is an investigation into the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board charity Awyr Las. It transpires that the funds have been ‘misused’ and Llyr Huws Gruffydd the Plaid AM has said that people will be shocked at what has been going on. No they won’t Llyr, it’s exactly what everybody would have expected, this is not the first scandal in which Awyr Las has been mired, one of my first posts for this blog was an Awyr Las scandal. Misuse of the funds would you believe. I dunno what Mike Peters thinks is happening to all that dosh that he raises for Awyr Las when he walks up Snowdon and strums his guitar, but he and Jules should know by now that it won’t find its way to a worthy cause, this is the NHS in north Wales that we are talking about.

A distressed father has thrown himself in front of a train in north Wales and his family have said that help for him came ‘too late’.

A group of Wrexham GPs have handed their contracts back to the Betsi and shut shop. So there’s a few more thousand patients without a GP. Not that it will matter to many of them, at least they won’t be badgered into pointless ‘screening’ appointments which throw up false positives constantly or be led up the garden path by being told that to ‘access mental health services’ they ‘just need to talk to their GP’. It is a great shame for the patients who are ill but the chances are that they’d just be told that their conditions are their own fault anyway because they are too fat/too old/haven’t eaten their five a day/taken fresh air etc. Look on the bright side Vaughan, you’ll save a fortune on Top Docs salaries. Although of course if you hadn’t have given them such huge pension pots they wouldn’t be able to retire at 55 after having a hissy fit.

The Blessing has stated that he is ‘the bridge to the future’. Christ almighty, as Leonard Cohen sang ‘I have seen the future and it is murder’. I look forward to The Sun’s headline on the day that Carwyn has his leaving do – ‘Would the last person to leave Wales please turn off the light’.

 

I’ve been very busy reading Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography recently and marvelling at his capacity for sucking up to posh people, but I have managed to do a bit more reading of historical Plaid material and I’ve come across a paedophiles’ friend who had completely escaped my attention. A pal of Dafydd and Gwynne’s – Dr Dafydd Huws, who ‘kept Plaid together’ during ‘difficult years’.

Huws worked as a psychiatrist and became Clinical Director of South Glamorgan psychiatry service.  Huws’s responsibilities ‘ranged from the treatment of the severely disturbed to preparation of evidence for court cases’. So he was framing people who were witnesses to the paedophile ring then. Huws worked at Cardiff’s Whitchurch Hospital, famous for having the highest use of ECT in Europe and for being the employer of Dr Chris Hunter, a key player in the attempts to have me banged up on the evidence of the paedophiles’ friends without my knowledge (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’). Hunter also presided over the violence, the corruption and the murders at Ashworth Hospital (see post ‘Security, Security’). Dafydd Huws knew about it all. Despite the pressure of work involved in stitching up the victims of sex offenders, Dafydd Huws found time during his lunch break to prepare for Plaid Cymru executive meetings.  Which suggests that those lunch breaks were very generous.

Dafydd Huws was the first Plaid Councillor on Cardiff Council in 1969 and he contested Cardiff West against George Thomas, fighting the 1970 and the two 1974 General Elections. If Dafydd Huws had admitted that George Thomas was molesting young boys, George Thomas would not have held that seat for decades. But no-one said a word and Dafydd Huws will have been one of those calling George Thomas’s victims liars and declaring them ‘disturbed’. Huws also stood for Ceredigion in 1979 and Cardiff in 1983 and for the South Wales constituency in the European Parliament elections in 1984.

Dafydd Huws was Chairman of Plaid throughout the 1980s. Peak paedophile years.

After leaving medicine Dafydd Huws farmed near Ceredigion. Huws and his wife Rhian founded Ynni Amgen Cyf company and was responsible for one of the first wind farms in Wales on Mynydd Gorddu near Tal-y-Bont in Ceredigion.

 

I would be interested to know if the dreadful Rhiannon Huws Williams, former CEO of the Care Council for Wales, is any relation of Dafydd Huws. Paedophiles’ friends of this order are frequently members of the same extended family and Rhiannon has done as much to protect the paedophiles of north Wales as Lord Wyn Roberts did.