The Rakes’ Progress

I have previously discussed how notions of protecting language, culture and identity have been used as a battering ram by the paedophiles’ friends, including against Welsh-born Welsh speakers from Y Fro Gymraeg. In tandem with this, the self-appointed guardians of language, culture and identity have excluded people from polite society who’s credentials are every bit as sound as theirs. I know at least three Welsh-born Welsh speaking high achieving academics who were treated appallingly at Bangor University by the paedophiles’ friends. They eventually gave up and left for institutions where they did not have to fight a civil war on a daily basis. These three people were exactly what the Burmese Generals at Bangor claimed that they wanted: high achieving local people with a commitment to the region. They were ruthlessly frozen out, because the combination of being high achievers but not paedophiles’ friends was too much for the paedophiles’ friends to tolerate. I was always told that bodies like the Welsh Arts Council (later renamed Arts Council for Wales) are dominated by an inner circle who simply exclude anyone who is not acceptable to that inner circle. Some English people living in Wales view this as a ‘Welsh’ phenomenon. It isn’t, nothing beats the nepotism and cronyism of the London medical establishment. However the phenomenon is very easy to map in Wales because Wales is small with fewer people at the top of the pyramid calling the shots.

One body which is widely suspected of doing favours for people on the basis of their pedigree or network rather than their ability is the Welsh Books Council. Interested readers can pop over to the website of the Welsh Books Council to gain more extensive information on the movers and shakers there, but to get a feel of who wields influence, let us look at the two people who have served as Directors/Chief Execs of the Welsh Books Council since its creation.

The first Director of the Welsh Books Council was Alun Creunant Davies, whom we are told by Meic Stephens, his obituarist, ‘played a pioneering role in developing the book trade in Wales’. Davies took up his post, with a staff of one, on St David’s Day 1965 and it is said was ‘never overtly political’, yet ‘drew great strength from his patriotism which, for him, was rooted in the Welsh language and its culture’. I am reminded of the time in 1987 when Bernard Manning appeared on the BBC’s ‘Wogan’ and stated that he was ‘not political’. During the course of the interview Manning stated that ‘a woman’s place is in the home’ three times. Manning’s club act included jokes about lynching black people and chucking fire bombs into the houses of Asians, but even Wogan had the sense not to allow Manning to raise the roof by such means on prime time TV.

Welsh publishing was in a sorry state during the post-war period, with only 234 Welsh-language titles appearing between 1946-51 and fewer than a hundred a year thereafter. There was a small but growing demand for Welsh-language titles and the Ready Report of 1951 concluded that the future of the language depended to a large extent on the availability of books in Welsh. It recommended the creation of a fund for the public subsidy of book production by local and central government. Thanks to the efforts of librarian Alun R. Edwards, the counties of Wales had begun to provide small grants for the printing of Welsh books, mostly fiction and a modicum of payment for their authors.

Alun R. Edwards worked at the National Library of Wales, a bastion of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) when he was young, starting there in 1950. It was probably as a result of his connections there that he was able to raise support and funding for Welsh language books. Alun R. Edwards grew up in mid-Wales and worked in the library service in Ceredigion – the Alun R. Edwards Centre in Aberystwyth Town Library is named after him. Edwards was appointed Dyfed Librarian following the re-organisation of local government – so that was probably in 1974. So Edwards worked with the paedophiles’ friends at the National Library and then popped over to Dyfed, where the local authority was run by Ioan Bowen Rees, who in his incarnation as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council presided over a paedophile ring in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). A linked paedophile ring was in operation in Dyfed.

 Alun Creunant soon transformed the tentative arrangement that Alun R. Edwards was responsible for, by persuading 12 of the 13 county councils (the exception was Monmouthshire) to make more substantial annual grants to the Books Council. This initiative was followed in 1972 by the Welsh Arts Council’s decision to pay for the setting up of four new departments, with responsibility for design, editing, publicity and marketing and by the Welsh Office’s contribution of an annual grant for the subsidy of Welsh book production and some of the concomitant operating costs. The number of Welsh-language titles grew steadily and they were better designed, edited, publicised and marketed than ever before.

I am wholly in favour of the availability of Welsh language books, indeed I own some. However, it is very noticeable that the Welsh language authors who bag prizes for their work and who’s work is promoted by the industry are drawn from a small clique and are usually the offspring or family friends of people who held that position in the previous generation. At first I assumed this was a function of Welsh language writing being a minority interest, so by definition it would be a small circle of people involved who as a result of statistical probability would be associated with each other. However as I began to make friends with increasing numbers of Welsh speakers who had been born and brought up in north Wales, I was told repeatedly that a highly nepotistic system was firmly in place, rather that one based on meritocracy.

Some years ago it was alleged that Celtic scholars in other locations were beginning to view the Welsh scholars at Bangor and Aber as a bit of a joke, being so mediocre yet living in Y Fro Gymraeg. I initially wondered if these accusations were a result of academic rivalry, until a young Welsh academic commented to me that Bangor University was going to find itself severely embarrassed when the results of the RAE were published because the results from Bangor’s School of Welsh would be ‘crap’. I responded by saying that the School of Welsh’s mock RAE had gone very well. I was told ‘yes, because they got their mates to review them. Wait until the real thing.’ Sure enough, when the RAE results were published, the School of Welsh in Bangor was rated terribly, with the exception of one member of staff who is prolific and excellent, but who is not Welsh. Not a word was said about the shameful RAE results and the School of Welsh escaped the sort of aggro that usually accompanies a poor RAE performance in universities these days. Bangor University’s School of Welsh continued to be spoken about as a centre of excellence and the opinions of those within continued to be sought as to who was worthy of funding, prizes or promotion. I know of one high achieving Welsh language academic who’s career was finished after he wrote a critical review of a book published by the Professor of Welsh at Bangor University. Then there was the other outstanding Welsh academic who was bullied out of the School of Welsh and was also the subject of a poisonous whispering campaign.

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

The Welsh Arts Council was until 1994 part of the Arts Council of Great Britain. The Chair, 1972-77, was Eton-educated Lord Patrick Gibson, who served with the intelligence services and later presided over Pearson, his wife’s family’s publishing company. Gibson was Chair of the National Trust and was also involved with the Royal Opera House and Glyndebourne. For full details of Patrick Gibson, who’s family estate was in Sussex, see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’. So that was who looked fondly upon the Welsh Books Council.

 

By the time that the Welsh Office was helping to fund the Welsh Books Council, the Welsh Office had long since been colonised by the paedophiles’ friends and was concealing the wrongdoing of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang. The Secretary of State for Wales, 1970-74, was Peter Thomas QC, under PM Ted Heath. Thomas was the Oxford-educated son of a solicitor from Llanwrst who worked as a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Like Sir Ronald Waterhouse, Peter Thomas was a member of Middle Temple. Thomas was Deputy Chairman of Cheshire Quarter Sessions, 1966-70 and of Denbighshire Quarter Sessions, 1968-70. So Thomas will have decided the fate of more than a view victims of the paedophile gang and he will have continued to do so in his capacity as a Crown Court Recorder, 1974-88. Thomas also sat as an arbitrator on the Court of Arbitration of the International Chamber of Commerce in Paris. Peter Thomas was President of the Conservative Friends of Israel.

Thomas was bilingual and took an active part in the Gorsedd of the Bards, attending Eisteddfodau. He married Tessa Dean, the daughter of actor and film and theatrical producer Basil Dean and his wife, Lady Mercy Greville. Which is indeed exactly what Greville received throughout his long life, thanks to the efforts of the paedophiles’ friends with links to Dafydd and the gang in Wales:

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Peter Thomas was Tory MP for Conwy, 1951-66 and then for Hendon South, 1970-87. So he was the Tory MP for a wealthy English constituency on the outskirts of London when he gave a few crumbs from the table to the Welsh Books Council. Thomas succeeded Sir Hugh Vere Huntly Duff Munro-Lucas-Tooth, 1st Baronet, who had held Hendon South from 1920.

Peter Thomas was Chairman of the Tory Party, 1970-72. It was in 1973, while Peter Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales, that Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth relocated from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead to take up posts at Bryn Estyn, thus expanding the paedophile gang that was already operating in north Wales. Matt Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn after the previous Head, Peter Burton, had been killed in a car crash in Cheshire in March 1973, along with his wife and seven year old son. The Deputy Head of Bryn Estyn was also killed in the crash.

Peter Thomas picked up his peerage from Thatcher in 1987 – the year of the first major cover-up of the activities of Dafydd and the paedophile gang, which involved the squashing of Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and me.

On 18th Nov 1987 at approx 19-30 pm a fire broke out in King’s Cross-St Pancras tube station which killed 31 people. I was due to be passing through that station at the time of the fire on that day but I had been delayed so I missed it. After I began this blog, I was told that the King’s Cross fire was an attempt to kill me. At first I definitely didn’t believe it. Then I thought that it was highly unlikely, but subsequently more and more information came my way suggesting that I and my friends were indeed in far greater danger from a bunch of gangsters than we ever knew. MI5 knew that we were being targeted, as did the police. None of us were warned, for reasons of ‘national security’ and the need for public confidence in the medical profession and criminal justice system to be upheld.

 

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During Peter Thomas’s time as Secretary of State, there was a period of violent activism by Welsh language activists, including bombings and a campaign by Cymdeithas yr Iaith Gymraeg to remove English road signs. In 1970 Dafydd Iwan, later the leader of Gwynedd County Council, was imprisoned for his refusal to pay fines for defacing English language road signs. Dafydd Iwan’s contribution to the world of folk songs includes a tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, as well as ‘Carlo’, a satirical ditty about Prince Charles. Carlo was the Chancellor of UCNW when Dafydd Alun Jones and the traffickers ran that institution.
Gwynedd County Council managed the children’s homes where, for decades, children were abused and trafficked. In 1988 Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo and told him that children in care in Gwynedd were being abused. Carlo’s office wrote back and told her that Carlo could not get involved.
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After Baron Thomas of Gwydir of Llanrwst in the County of Gwynedd gave the Welsh Books Council a bit of loose change that he found down the back of the sofa, the Books Council expanded rapidly. It moving from its offices in a building leased from the Farmers’ Union of Wales to more spacious accommodation at Castell Brychan, a former Roman Catholic seminary which stands on Constitution Hill at Aberystwyth. At the same time the Books Centre, a wholesale distributing warehouse on the industrial estate at Llanbadarn, on the outskirts of Aberystwyth – which was wholly Alun Creunant’s idea – began providing the publishers, booksellers, teachers, librarians and book-buying public of Wales with a fast delivery service.

Creunant Davies was ‘determined to implement policies and procedures that would ensure a greater degree of professionalism in what had for long been almost a cottage industry. In this he used his diplomatic skills to persuade those on whom the fortunes of the Books Council depended’.

‘He’s going to tell, he’s going to tell…’

More dosh please Welsh Office and Arts Council.

The Director of the Books Council who succeeded Alun Creunant Davies was Gwerfyl Pierce Jones. Gwerfyl Pierce Jones was born in Holyhead in 1949 and went to Holyhead High School. The Windbag’s wife, the Baroness of Holyhead, also came from Holyhead and went to Holyhead High School – the Baroness was born in 1944. The Baroness’s parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, aka Cledwyn Hughes, who was Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68 (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Cledwyn’s junior in the Welsh Office was child molester George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), who served as Secretary of State for Wales between Lord Cledwyn and Peter Thomas.

Gwerfyl studied at UCNW (Bangor University) and after graduation worked as a lecturer in the Welsh Dept at St David’s University College of Wales (later the University of Wales Lampeter and now University of Wales Trinity St David). Scores of paedophiles’ friends in Wales went to Lampeter, but someone who, in 1981, joined Dr Death in the SDP and regularly got herself wheeled out on ‘Question Time’ did as well – Sue Slipman.

Slipman had been a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain before she fell into the arms of Dr Death. Sue is the same age as Gwerfyl and they will have known each other, Lampeter being a very small college in a very small town. Slipman was President of the NUS, 1977-78. She later joined NUPE, a union which represented many of those managing and working in children’s homes where abuse of the kids was rampant. NUPE however refused to represent Alison Taylor when Gwynedd County Council sacked her, although she was a paid up member. Both Alun Michael (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’) and Jeremy Corbyn did what they were told by NUPE – Jeremy worked for them before he became an MP.

Slipman served on the executive committee of the Communist Party before joining the SDP as a founder member. Supported by Dr Death, Slipman stood unsuccessfully for the SDP in working-class constituencies in 1983 and in 1987.

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In the late 1970s Slipman served as an executive member of the NCCL when it was affiliated with PIE. Between 1986-95, Slipman was Director of the National Council for One Parent Families – many of whose fellow travellers could also be described as paedophiles’ friends – which she rallied in support of the Conservative Govt’s catastrophic Child Support Agency. The first Director of the CSA was Ros Hepplewhite, who was appointed after her stint as the Chief Exec of MIND, whilst MIND was colluding with and concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Slipman subsequently held a number of other public roles and in 2005 she became a Director of the Foundation Trust Network, working with foundation hospitals within the NHS. Such as Mid-Staffs. Slipman is, or was, a non-executive Director of King’s College Hospital.

 

Slipman’s former fellow Lampeter student Gwerfyl has also held posts in arts administration with the Welsh Arts Council and Academi. She was the Director and CEO of the Welsh Books Council, 1987-09. Gwerfyl has sat on many boards and committees, including the British Council (Wales Committee), National Library of Wales and the Welsh Language Board. Meri Huws, a former Gwynedd County Council community social worker for the council estate in Bangor on which the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located – where children were abused and trafficked, including to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’) – was Chair of the Welsh Language Board, 2004-12. Meri had previously been Chair of Cymdeithas yr Iaith and is now the Welsh Language Commissioner.

Gwerfyl Pierce Jones is Chairman of the James Pantyfedwen Trust and Chair of its examining committee; Chair of Theatr Genedlaethol Cymru; and became a Fellow of the University of Wales Lampeter in 2008. Meri Huws worked at Bangor University for years and the institution breathed a sigh of relief when she left for a job as a senior manager at Trinity St David’s in approx 2010.

Gwerfyl is currently Pro-Chancellor of Aberystwyth University – her term runs until til 31 Dec 2019. She sits on the University Council and for the year 2016-17, sat on the following committees: finance and strategy; professional development, staffing and equality; redundancy (she was Chair); nominations; standing panel for student appeals.

 

The James Pantyfedwyn Trust is a charidee which financially supports church renovation, postgraduate students and the National Eisteddfodau. The Trust provides a home for numerous paedophiles’ friends and those who do what they are told by the paedophiles’ friends.

The Chair of the Executive Committee of the James Pantyfedwyn Trust is Prof Derec Llwyd Morgan, the former VC of Aberystwyth University (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Other Trustees include the most Rev John Davies, the Archbishop of Wales; Melda Grantham, the General Secretary of the Welsh Dept of Unitarian Churches; Richard Morris Jones, Chair of the Council of the National Eisteddfod; the Rev Judith Morris, the General Secretary of the Baptist Union of Wales; the Rev Meirion Morris, the General Secretary of the Presbytarian Church of Wales; the Rev Geraint Tudor, the General Secretary of Undeb yr Annibynwyr Cymraeg; Prof Jane Aaron; the Rev Dr R. Alun Evans, Minister and former Head of the BBC in Bangor (until 1996) and former President of the National Eisteddfod Court; Alun Charles, retired schools inspector and author; Dr Rhidian Griffiths, formerly of the National Library of Wales; Geraint R. Jones, former Chief Executive, Gwynedd County Council; David Gwynder Lewis, Chairman of Hunters and Frankau Group Ltd and Vice-Chairman of Hambros; Enid Lewis, finance manager, Cancer Research Wales; Wyn Penri Jones, formerly credit and commercial banking manager; Ken Richards, senior lecturer, Aberystwyth University; Roy Frederick Sharp, formerly Secretary Accountant of Alexanders Discount plc; Dr Eryn White, Reader in the Dept of History and Welsh History, Aberystwyth University.

 

Geraint R. Jones was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the Council employed social workers who grossly abused mental health clients and were the colleagues of those who had run the paedophile gang. Nothing has improved re Gwynedd County Council. An article in the ‘Daily Post’ in  2014 announced the appointment of Dilwyn Williams as Chief Exec of Gwynedd, to succeed Harry Thomas. Williams had been promoted to the position of Chief Exec from his previous role as Corporate Director.

Dilwyn Williams was born in St Asaph, went to Ysgol Glan Clwyd and then to UCNW, where he did a degree in education. Williams later trained as an accountant. He has worked in local gov’t in Gwynedd since 1979. He was the Committee Clerk for the former Gwynedd County Council in Caernarfon (there was a reorganisation in 1996 after the first investigations into the abuse of children); then Williams worked in Dwyfor District Council’s Treasury Dept; in 1996 he became Head of Accountancy in Gwynedd County Council; then the Strategic Director for Resources; then the Council’s Corporate Director.

So Dilwyn Williams had been an insider throughout the paedophile years and the serial cover-ups and scandals. When he was appointed Chief Exec, Dilwyn remarked that ‘Gwynedd has a national reputation as a top performing council’ and that ‘Gwynedd was recently praised by the Auditor General for Wales for its strong financial leadership and effective planning for the future’.

Gwynedd was a completely dysfunctional Council with barely any ‘services’ up and running. Some years previously, an external inspection of Gwynedd Social Services damned them, stating that things were so dire that the Social Services did not understand the policies that it was supposed to be implementing and was not capable of improvement. What does a Council do in such a situation? Obvious. It gives the Director of Social Services responsible for the mess – one Gwenan Carrington – a job managing the community services for the paedophiles’ friends of Anglesey County Council, it refuses to investigate even the most serious of complaints, it sacks whistleblowers and tells everyone that it is ‘excellent’.

So who was the Auditor General for Wales who highly recommended the assortment of crooks and paedophiles’ friends that run Gwynedd County Council? It was Huw Vaughan Thomas.

Huw Vaughan Thomas was Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96, whilst the paedophile gang operated within its children’s homes. Dilwyn Williams had spent happy years working in Gwynedd County Council while Huw was the CEO. In spite of running a Council whose entire children’s dept had been taken over by a paedophile gang, Huw has clocked up scores of public appointments since he stepped down as Chief Exec of Gwynedd. Not that his career leading local authorities came to an end – after the 1996 local gov’t reorganisation, Huw was appointed Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council, where he remained for six years. Denbighshire was one of the County Councils which replaced Clwyd County Council – which disappeared in the local gov’t reorganisation days after the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was submitted (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

In the 1980s Huw Vaughan Thomas worked for the Department of Employment. In 1986 he was the Department of Employment’s Director for Wales. Prior to that, in 1984 Vaughan Thomas had been the Dept of Employment’s Regional Director for the South West of England. Before being appointed to that post, Huw Vaughan Thomas had  already held a number of appointments in the Dept of Employment.

Tom King, the MP for Bridgwater, was Secretary of State for Employment, 16 Oct 1983 – 2 Sept 1985. Peter Morrison was Minister of State in the Dept of Employment, 13 June 1983 – 2 Sept 1985. Morrison was molesting kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and in other locations.

Furthermore Tom King, my grandpa not only viewed you as an unprincipled vacuous career politician, but he always maintained that your fellow Tory MP for Taunton Edward Du Cann was a crook and that was years before Du Cann was done for tax evasion and subsequently bankrupted. My grandpa used to take the piss out of the Freemasons as well, but I always presumed that they’d lost their influence decades ago. Clearly not.

Here’s the ghost of Somerset past, rattling its chains in the direction of the old crooks who are still alive:

 

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Here’s a stack of sausage rolls. The Bridgwater Tories always provided them at the buffets for Tom and Jane King, but poor old Jane was so mortified at the idea of a buffet provided by plebs that she famously confined herself to one sausage roll all evening.

 

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If people in the constituency had known the contempt that Tom King and the rest of Thatcher’s Cabinet had for them, that would not have been a safe Tory seat. What about the Somerset builder who was a bit of a rough diamond then Lord King, who raised all that money for the Tories and did building work for the Party free of charge but was then frozen out because he was ‘uncouth’. Which he was, but Peter Morrison was molesting children and he was invited to Chequers.

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas was Private Secretary to the Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for Employment at some point in the early to mid-1980s. I am wondering if the PUSS concerned was Peter Bottomley, who occupied that role, 1984-86.

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas, Peter Bottomley and Tom King all worked with Peter Morrison when Morrison was molesting children.  Edwina Currie and Rod Richards have since admitted that Morrison’s activities were widely known and extensively gossiped about in the Tory Party, that Thatcher was warned about his conduct but she ignored the warnings.

My post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ describes how people known to me in Somerset, one of whom personally knew Tom King, received huge quantities of money from persons unknown during the early and mid-1990s in return for asking no questions about what was happening to me in north Wales.

 

Peter Bottomley’s wife Virginia was Health Secretary, 1992-95. It was Virginia who presided over the chaos in north Wales as no preparations were made for the care of mental health patients outside of hospitals, despite the proposed move to community care with the closure of long-stay hospitals. But then the North Wales Hospital Denbigh didn’t close down in the summer of 1995, although everyone was told that it did. Parts of it remained open, including Gwynfryn, the ‘mother and baby unit’. Virginia oversaw Dafydd building up a huge practice in which he flogged drugs to addicts, as well as running his PTSD scam, which paved the way for his ‘retirement’ in the summer of 1995. As part of the deal, Dafydd was told that if he ‘retired’, none of the very serious complaints about him would be followed up and he would be given the remit for providing ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales. See post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron’ and ‘Feet In Chains’. Dafydd’s practice extended much further than north Wales, he was involved with criminality in Europe.

Virginia Bottomley is a former psychiatric social worker and her daughter is a Top Doctor. Like his wife, Peter Bottomley has found himself at the centre of the paedophiles’ friends activities throughout most of his career. He has been involved with MIND, NACRO, Christian Aid, the Monday Club, the Children’s Society, the Church of England and has held positions in the Dept of Employment, the DHSS and the N Ireland Office. Bottomley has been involved in mental health campaigning and with community initiatives in Lambeth. For further details of the interests and activities of the Bottomley family, see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

Peter, if you and Ginny were working undercover to log the serious wrongdoing in these various bodies which were all facilitating the abuse of vulnerable people and the associated serious crime, I am not impressed. You did not stop what was going on and I and my friends have been intimidated and harassed for more than 30 years. Some of us were killed, one emigrated after an attempt to murder him and I am in hiding. Why did the security services ever bother to employ either of you? You really were crap.

Now, which one of the worthless specimens is going to cough regarding where the money came from to pay people to keep quiet about the gangsters who came after my friends and I? I note that David Hunt, a man who did so many favours for Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’), was the Secretary of State for Wales when someone opened the coffers.

 

Huw Vaughan Thomas’s wife Enid Rowlands is or was a Director of the North Wales Health Authority. Enid also holds or has held positions with BUPA and the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority. Huw and Enid’s son worked and might still work as an Auditor in his dad’s Dept. For details of the numerous public roles that Huw has occupied, see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’. Details of Enid’s shenanigans, including those that resulted in Enid becoming embroiled in the public scandal which was ELWA, involving the waste of millions of pounds of public funds and conflicts of interest, see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’.

 

The paedophile gang hosted by Gwynedd County Council for so many years had links to the gang in west Wales and to a gang in south Wales. The gang in south Wales included Welsh language drama teacher and producer of Welsh language children’s programmes for S4C, John Owen, who abused scores of children at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelin in Pontypridd and at drama and music events (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). Owen killed himself in Oct 2001 just before he was due to stand trial for a series of sexual assaults on children. John Owen completed in Bachelor of Education degree at Trinity College Carmarthen in 1974. Trinity College merged with St David’s Lampeter to form the University of Trinity Saint David’s in 2010.

Numerous serious complaints had been made about John Owen over a period of twenty years, but Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority and the WJEC had failed to take any action. Ron Davies had worked as an educational adviser for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority while complaints about Owen were suppressed. In June 1983 Ron Davies was elected as the Labour MP for Caerphilly. Ron was about to be sworn in as Wales’s First Secretary (First Minister) upon the creation of the National Assembly when in Oct 1998 he was caught with his trousers down – or indeed off – on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie. It was admitted that many knew about Ron’s foibles (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Huw Vaughan Thomas and the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who preceded him, Ioan Bowen Rees, were both advisers to Ron and the civil servants in the Welsh Office regarding the creation of the National Assembly.

Lest anyone still thinks that I’m on the Grassy Knoll, Huw Vaughan Thomas was appointed Auditor General for Wales after the previous Auditor General for Wales, Jeremy Colman, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

 

My post ‘They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’ provided information regarding Gwynedd County Council’s dire track record on failing to protect children from sexually abusive staff in Gwynedd schools. The problems continue. In 2016, brothers Robyn and Dyfan Wheldon-Williams were suspended from their jobs as teachers after their arrests in 2015 for possessing and making indecent images of children. Robyn taught at Ysgol Syr Hugh Owen in Caernarfon and Dyfan taught at Ysgol y Moelwyn in Blaenau Ffestiniog. Robyn had been a co-presenter on S4C children’s science programme ATOM and worked for the National Eisteddfod and Bangor University. The brothers were convicted and from what I remember at least one of them was imprisoned.

Although it is true that people with worrying intentions can sometimes end up working with children in spite of the best screening procedures, in Wales it is happening again and again and again. But that is the inevitable consequence if people who have facilitated the biggest and most savage sex trafficking ring in UK history are systematically promoted to the most senior positions and whistleblowers are hounded out, even after the security services recorded and filmed what was going on. What did anybody expect was going to happen when Meri bloody Huws was promoted to senior roles in public life?

Dilwyn Williams and Meri Huws are both on salaries in excess of £100k. Wales has some of the lowest average salaries in the UK. I think that at the moment, the average salary in north Wales is still below £18k. That’s for people who are actually in full time work, which a great many people aren’t.

 

The motto of Gwerfyl’s alma mater at Lampeter was ‘The Word Of God Is The Best Teacher’.

 

Regular readers of this blog will know how much I challenge allegations that this mess is the sole preserve of ‘the Welsh’. It isn’t. To once again demonstrate this point, I’ll name a few more accessories, some of whom do have Welsh connections, but who don’t identify as Welsh and who have certainly never claimed to be defenders of language and nation.

Previous posts eg. ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’ detailed the skulduggery that surrounded me when I worked for the Cancer Research Campaign at Surrey University in 1988-89, at a time when the President of the BMA, Dr John Marks – who was the brother of my boss at Surrey, Prof Vincent Marks – was in full battle with the Health Secretary Ken Clarke. Those involved in the skulduggery were linked to a major research fraud which was exposed in 1990 and resulted in the death (presumed to be suicide) of Prof Tim McElwain. Dr Peter Mcguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis, one of those facilitating the paedophile gang in north Wales, was part of the team which committed the fraud.

Although I worked in the Dept of Biochemistry at Surrey, I and my colleagues often attended sessions and seminars given by academics at Surrey from other Depts. One such person with whom we had doings was Professor Lewis Elton, father of the comedian Ben Elton.

 

Lewis Elton was a Jew, born in Tubingen to an academic family and moved with them to Prague in 1929 and from there to England in Feb 1939, to escape the Nazis. He naturalised as a British subject and changed his name by deed poll in June 1947. Elton was educated at Rydal School in Colwyn Bay and thereafter at Christ’s College, Cambridge, the Regent Street Poly, London and UCL. Elton received his PhD from UCL in 1950.

Elton was Professor of Physics at Battersea College of Technology, 1964-70. As the College completed its transformation into the University of Surrey (and its relocation from Battersea to Guildford) in 1970 Elton became Professor of Higher Education, a post he held until 1988. The reason that Lord Alf Robens, the then Chair of the National Coal Board, gave for not visiting Aberfan in the immediate aftermath of the Aberfan disaster in Oct 1966 was that he was instead going to attend a ceremony at the University of Surrey, where he would be formally become Chancellor (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Lewis Elton was probably at that ceremony.

In 1994 – the year following the end of the North Wales Police investigation into child abuse in the region which concluded that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring – Elton was appointed Professor of Higher Education at UCL, where he founded the Higher Education Research and Development Unit (now the Centre for the Advancement of Learning and Teaching). Elton was appointed Visiting Professor of Higher Education at Manchester University in Aug 2005. Sir Martin Harris was VC of Manchester University, 1992-04. Harris came from Wrexham and knew about Dafydd and the gang in north Wales.

Lewis Elton is a Fellow of the American Institute of Physics and a Fellow of the Society for Research into Higher Education. He was awarded a Lifetime Achievement award at the 2005 THES Awards, at which Baroness Helena Kennedy said ‘there is a polymath quality to this man that points to someone interested in educating the whole person’.

 

St Helena has worked extensively with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophile gang of north Wales (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Helena worked in Tooks Court Chambers with Michael Mansfield. In 1993 I wrote to Mansfield about what was happening to me at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services, at the height of the publicity regarding a possible ‘VIP’ paedophile ring in north Wales. I received a one line reply. Mansfield lived in Wandsworth, just down the road from St George’s, where many St George’s staff lived. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was a paedophile (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends’) and Wandsworth Social Services were facilitating a sex trafficking gang in south London and in 1991, at least, were directly in contact and colluding with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Lucille Hughes (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’).

 

The Lewis Elton Gallery at Guildford hosts regular exhibitions of paintings, photographs and sculpture. The Lewis and Mary Elton Art Collection is comprised of a donation of a collection of paintings and objets d’art which was made to Surrey University, including works by Picasso, Chagall, Klee and Cocteau. The gift was marked by an exhibition at The Lightbox Gallery, Woking, in Jan 2012.

Lewis Elton’s brother is the historian Sir Geoffrey Elton. Geoffrey also went to Rydal School and also worked there as assistant master in maths, history and German in the 1940s. It has been revealed that boys at Rydal were sexually abused by a small number of teachers for many years. Pupils who attended the school in the 1960s, 70s and 80s have spoken about this.

Geoffrey Elton served with the British Army Intelligence Corps, 1943-46 and studied history at UCL. Elton taught at the University of Glasgow and then Clare College, Cambridge where he was Regius Professor of Modern History, 1983-88. Pupils of his included John Guy, Diarmaid McCulloch, Susan Brigden and David Starkey. Elton was publication secretary of the British Academy, 1981-90 and served as President of the Royal Historical Society, 1972-76.

Geoffrey Elton was an admirer of Margaret Thatcher and Winston Churchill and a fierce critic of Marxist historians, who, he argued, were presenting seriously flawed interpretations of the past. Elton’s wiki states that he ‘had no use for those who seek history to make myths, to create laws to explain the past, or to produce theories such as Marxism’.

In the 1970s and 80s, the Welsh Labour historians argued that the Welsh middle classes had been responsible for a great deal of oppression of working people themselves, but rewrote their role in history by using the agencies of the Nonconformist Church and the press, constructing themselves as defenders of language and nationality.

 

 

‘Never was so much entertainment provided for so many by so few.’

 

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Lewis Elton’s son Ben was born at UCH. Ben’s mum was an English teacher from Cheshire. The paedophile ring facilitated by Dafydd operated in north Wales/Cheshire and Shropshire. All these regions had a problem with the abuse of children stretching back decades, certainly as long ago as the 1950s. Ben is a third cousin of singer Olivia Newton-John. Elton’s mother was raised in the Church of England. At least one former Bishop of Chester has been identified as a child molester. Ben Elton grew up in Catford, south London, before moving with his family to Guildford in 1968.

Ben studied at Stillness Junior School and Godalming Grammar School, South Warwickshire College in Stratford-upon-Avon and Manchester University, where he studied drama. Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson relocated to Manchester University in 1974. Tony Francis worked at Manchester University in the mid-late 1970s, before he moved to north Wales. Ben Elton studied at Manchester at about that time. The generation of drama students at Manchester prior to Elton’s definitely colluded with the sexual exploitation of under-aged people.

Elton established a writing partnership with Richard Curtis, which produced, among other things, the ‘Blackadder series’, 1983-89. Elton and Curtis continued to work together on ‘Mr Bean’, 1990-95. They kept themselves busy throughout the years of fruitless investigations into the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire, as the death toll of kids in care and psych patients in north Wales mounted.

Richard Curtis’s father was an executive for Unilever. It was Unilever who in 1992 provided the funding to Prof Fergus Lowe upon which Fungus built his empire at the School of Psychology. Numerous psychologists at Bangor University colluded with or were colleagues of the sex trafficking ring. Dafydd presided over the Dept of Psychology until the late 1980s, when Fungus overthrew him. The paedophiles and their friends were not removed or stopped, Fungus simply used his knowledge of their activities to bag dosh and wield power. It was how he landed all that money from Unilever.

For a short while in the 1970s Curtis lived in Warrington, Cheshire. Where there was organised abuse of children. Warrington was the location of Risley Remand Centre, where Dafydd’s victims were imprisoned – often after being fitted up – and where many were found dead (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Curtis founded Comic Relief and Red Nose Day, which were robustly promoted by staff at Surrey University. Comic Relief has in the past featured a few of those celebs who no-one now admits to knowing because of their involvement with sex offending.

In 1994 Richard Curtis wrote the sitcom ‘The Vicar Of Dibley’ for Dawn French. Dawn French was born in Holyhead and went to Holyhead High School. Dawn French’s dad was in the RAF and was stationed at RAF Valley on Anglesey. Dr Malcolm Alison, one of those who was involved with the wrongdoing at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS whom I knew in 1986-87, lived for a while at Valley. Malcolm Alison’s father was in the RAF and was stationed at Valley. French’s dad suffered with severe depression for years and sadly committed suicide in 1977. I don’t know if he was still living on Anglesey at the time, but even if he had by then moved on, the mental health services in north Wales obviously weren’t there for him.

Dawn French supports the Labour Party and married charidee worker Mark Bignell after she and Lenny Henry were divorced. Dawn and Mark live in Fowey, Cornwall, in a mansion with 40 rooms overlooking Readymoney Cove. She is Chancellor of Falmouth University.

Dawn: Dafydd and the gang were a bunch of murdering child abusers. You specialising in a brand of Wimmin’s Comedy pivoting around chocolate and lady vicars does not make up for your spinelessness in providing associates of that gang with good PR, just when people could no longer stomach the number of dead bodies of Empowered Service Users who were turning up and began demanding a public inquiry.

 

Curtis also organised the ‘Make Poverty History’ Live 8 concerts with Bob Geldof in 2005. Geldof’s wife Paula Yates had by then died of an overdose, despite being in the care of the expensive Top Docs at The Priory. A number of the Top Docs at St George’s who colluded with Dafydd et al ended up working at The Priory.

Paula was born in Colwyn Bay, lived in Llandudno and then in the village of Rowen. She went to school at Penrhos College – the girls’ school located next to Rydal School – and Ysgol Aberconwy. Lord Wyn Roberts who spent decades concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’) lived in Rowen.

Paula Yates was known for being rather mouthy and aggressive and died in Sept 2000, seven months after the Waterhouse Report was published. When young she had been a groupie and a ‘Penthouse’ model. If anyone was at all concerned that Paula might name a few high profile people who never had anything to do with the paedophile ring in north Wales which Sir Ronnie Waterhouse managed to admit did exist but which only consisted of a few sheep-shagging social workers and teachers, they didn’t need to worry once Paula was found dead. Paula’s boyfriend Michael Hutchence had been found hanging dead in Nov 1997. Which was after former kids in care had given evidence to the Waterhouse Inquiry of the most serious abuse in children’s homes in north Wales. They were called liars by Ronnie and the Inquiry lawyers and by much of the UK media. Paula was convinced that Hutchence had not killed himself, as the inquest concluded. She was denounced as irrational. It was after Hutchence’s death that Paula became seriously distressed and ended up in the hands of the Top Docs.

Paula’s inquest concluded that she had died from an accidental heroin overdose. Her friends have always disputed this. The coroner who held Paula’s inquest was Dr Paul Knapman, who trained at St George’s and has been wheeled out to conduct the inquests of many cases of dead celebs and others that could cause embarrassment, including that of Sandra Rivett, Lord Lucan’s nanny. When I worked in medical research I was told frankly that Knapman was corrupt. See previous posts for info on the numerous worrying cases with which Knapman has been involved.

 

Some two years after Paula’s death, the paedophile’s friends in north Wales attempted to fit me up for a serious crime, for which they were telling everyone that I would be imprisoned for seven years. The case collapsed after numerous Angels/NHS staff perjured themselves (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). The man who spearheaded the witch hunt was Alun Davies, who was the then manager of the mental health services in Gwynedd. Davies is not from north Wales, he is from the Rhondda. He is not Welsh speaking and thus has a slightly different profile to most paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. Davies began his career as the most lowly of pen pushers in the NHS years ago and in private he is very offensive about people from north Wales. Neither did he like living in north Wales, he thinks that its too far away from France where he likes to visit.

Dafydd had dealings with Top Docs in France, John Allen owned a villa there to which kids in care from Bryn Alyn were taken ‘for holidays’ and Elfed Roberts, the corrupt senior police officer who was appointed as Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust after he left the North Wales Police under a cloud, used to holiday at the Chateua de Cop Choux near the Loire Valley, with his Top Cop mates.

Davies seems to have arrived at Gwynedd Health Authority in the early 1980s. So why would a thick, corrupt man from the Rhondda who did not like people from north Wales and who didn’t want to live in north Wales, relocate to the endemically corrupt Gwynedd Health Authority, at a time when employees of Gwynedd Health Authority were facilitating a huge trafficking ring, which had links with and was being concealed by Top Docs and politicians in south Wales? Who had good reason to conceal it, because George Thomas, Thatcher’s friend and the Labour MP from the Rhondda, was abusing children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Thomas was Speaker of the House, 1976-83 and was then given a peerage.

Scream if you want to go faster BMA! There are more blog posts to come. You’d better organise a ‘Save Our NHS From The Cuts’ march through London on a weekly basis.

 

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What rational person would become involved with serious organised crime to protect a man who dressed up like that?

 

None of the north Wales perjurers were ever investigated. Gwynedd Social Services and the DES then attempted to have me struck off the teaching register on the grounds that I was mad and a danger to children. A junior Minister in Blair’s Gov’t cleared my name. He was subsequently named in the media as having ‘allowed paedophiles to return to teaching’. Some five years later, the wife of one of his close friends – who had also challenged Dafydd and the paedophiles – developed a brain tumour. She died after the Walton Centre found that there was nothing that they could do about that brain tumour. The Walton Centre was run and staffed by associates of Dafydd.

The man who cleared me – as well as a number of other wrongly accused teachers – was about the only member of Blair’s Gov’t who was not given a peerage. Blair was said ‘not to trust him’.

Some two years ago I discovered that days after the court case against me fell apart, my PNC record had been unlawfully amended and a forged certificate of indictment was found in the possession of Chester Court, stating that I had pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’. I have never been charged with violent disorder. I contacted the legal services division of the North Wales Police about this nearly two years ago now but I have heard nothing.

It was some months after the court case collapsed that John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer.

 

Here’s a Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy, but I don’t trust him:

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This Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy and his wife Cherie – a QC and judge – are friends with Michael Beloff QC, who’s dad Lord Max Beloff was friends with Ioan Bowen Rees, the former Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council. Bowen Rees was Chief Exec throughout many of the years of child abuse and serious organised crime. Before Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd, he was County Secretary for Dyfed County Council, while a paedophile ring operated in the region.

Cherie was Chancellor of Liverpool John Moores University, 1999-07. My post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’ details the activities of paedophiles’ friend, the former Angel Dr Dee Gray and her request that I should write a media article making fallacious allegations against the VC of Bangor University, who was at the time under attack from the paedophiles’ friends. Dee grew up in Liverpool, trained as an Angel in Liverpool and later did a law degree at Liverpool Poly, which evolved into Liverpool John Moores University.

 

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On 20 July 1990, Michael Carr, the MP for Bootle who had fought Militant, died at Walton Hospital after being refused appropriate care and turned away following a heart attack. Carr’s family fought for a prosecution, but files travelled back and forth between the DPP and other people, yet no charges resulted (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Walton Hospital was known to be run by Militant. Michael Carr had been MP for just 57 days.

Derek Hatton was the high profile Militant supporting Deputy Leader of Liverpool City Council in the 1980s. The Leader of the Council, 1983-86 was John Hamilton who received far less media coverage than Degsy. John Hamilton’s wiki entry describes him as ‘much respected’ and it was asserted by many than Degsy was the power behind the throne and that John Hamilton was a figurehead. Hamilton was a school teacher, a Quaker, a magistrate and a ‘lifelong bachelor’. In Jan 2000 Hamilton was nearly killed in a house fire. The Waterhouse Report was published the following month, so no doubt as he lay there in agony from serious burns, Hamilton would not have felt in the least bit inclined to dispute Ronnie Waterhouse’s assertion that there were no high profile people from outside of the region involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Even if other Quakers had urged him to speak out should he knew differently, such as the Quaker Gethin Evans who was a senior manager of Gwynedd County Council’s children’s homes when kids in those homes were abused and trafficked, or Quaker Dr Paul Nickson, the Bethesda GP who colluded with the abuse of children and mental health patients. Paul Nickson eventually left Bethesda and joined a practice in Liverpool. I got to know Paul Nickson because Dr D.G.E. Wood recommended him to me as a GP when I moved to Bethesda. At the time I had no idea that Wood was facilitating a trafficking ring and was colluding with people unknown to me to cause me serious harm. I didn’t realise that Paul Nickson was colluding with serious crime for a long while either, I just thought that he was a bit flaky and overwhelmed by the thugs who ran the mental health services.

Nickson’s colleagues in Bethesda surgery were widely regarded as being hopeless, but in the 1990s a much more competent GP called Dr Oliver worked with them for a while. Patients often requested Dr Oliver because he was perceived to be so much better. Dr Oliver left for a new life in Australia either just before, or during, the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Among his many responsibilities, John Hamilton was Chairman of the Governors at Liverpool Poly, which later became John Moores University. For further details regarding John Hamilton, see post ‘I Warn You…’.

 

Tony Francis’s acquaintance from their student days in Cardiff, the Windbag, made much of fighting Militant and confronted Degsy at the Labour Party Conference in Oct 1985. Degsy just yelled abuse at him. Over the following years I don’t remember the Windbag commenting upon the unfortunate death of Michael Carr or on John Hamilton going up in flames. As far as I can work out Windbag, it all ended up in the ‘grotesque chaos’ of an aspiring Labour PM colluding with a gang of child molesters who killed witnesses because he thought that supporting the NHS was a vote winner.

 

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In April 2014 St Geldof’s daughter Peaches was found dead from a heroin overdose.

 

Richard Curtis’s former girlfriend is Anne, now Baroness, Jenkin, who is married to Bernard Jenkin. Bernard Jenkin’s father was Patrick Jenkin, who was Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Social Services, 1979-81, when his Dept was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

Curtis’s 2009 film ‘ The Boat That Rocked’ starred Rhys Ifans from north Wales. Rhys Ifans is a mate of Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees, the former Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council. As the investigations into child abuse in north Wales began, Ioan’s son became an international rock star (see post ‘The International Language of Screaming’). Rhys Ifans began his career at Theatr Clwyd, the paedophiles’ friends folly (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Rhys and Gruff are networked into the crowd of Welsh rock stars which included Huw Bunford, who was a teacher at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelin, where John Owen abused pupils.

Curtis wrote Roald Dahl’s ‘Esio Trot’, a BBC television adaptation of Roald Dahl’s classic children’s novel. The film starred Judi Dench and was broadcast by the BBC on 1 Jan 2015. Judi Dench is the Patron of the elite choir, the St James’s Singers, of which Professor Robert Bluglass and his wife Kerry are leading lights. Bluglass is a mate of Dafydd’s who concealed and colluded with the trafficking gang in north Wales in 1989 as well as on other occasions (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass OBE’).

Curtis’s forthcoming film is currently underway. It is being directed by Danny Boyle – who went to UCNW (Bangor University) in the 1970s, when Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ran the institution.

 

Richard Curtis is married to Emma Freud, daughter of the former Liberal MP, Clement. Clement Freud was not so long ago exposed as a sex offender who’s victims included children. Freud will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith’s crimes.

In 2012, Curtis was one of the British cultural icons selected by the artist Sir Peter Blake to appear in a new version of his well-known piece of art work – the cover of ‘The Beatles’ Sgt Pepper’s Lovely Hearts Club Band. This new version was created for a special birthday celebration of Blake’s life at Wayne Hemingway’s Vintage festival at Boughton House, Northamptonshire in July 2012. When Hemingway ran ‘Red Or Dead’, one of those involved in the business was the son of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School and later of Swansea University, who concealed a paedophile ring in south London and the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘Now Then…’). The special birthday celebration of Blake’s life was held shortly after Operation Pallial was launched.

 

In 1989 Curtis’s writing partner Ben Elton won a Royal Television Society writers’ award. My post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ describes the intimidation and harassment to which two of my friends who worked in the media were subjected after they witnessed what was happening to me in north Wales and wanted to make a film about it. My friends worked for the Royal Television Society and the BBC and were forced out of their jobs in 1991.

In 1991 Ben Elton wrote the play ‘Silly Cow’ for Dawn French. It was about in 1991 that one of Dafydd’s female relatives screamed ‘Oh sod off you silly cow’ at me. I now know that the exchange – if one of Dafydd’s family hurling abuse at one constitutes an exchange – was recorded by the security services. Another relative of Dafydd’s had told me a few days before that Dafydd had ‘told them all about me’ and that they enjoyed shouting insults at and taking the piss out of Dafydd’s patients. That conversation was recorded by the security services as well. But then so were the most serious abuses of kids in care and patients.

We are now being told that Operation Pallial is investigating the historical abuse of children in north Wales. Perhaps whoever is leading that investigation just ought to ask MI5 to hand over the hours and hours of recordings which were made years ago and which clearly showed what was going on and who was doing it. I can only presume that this hasn’t happened because the response from the world will be ‘you lot watched this going on and did not stop it?’

What did you do MI5, have a chat with the Royal Colleges, the BMA and the GMC over dinner in the Athenauem and suggest that perhaps in ooh five years time, perhaps ‘self-regulation of the profession’ should be perhaps reviewed, to be followed over the next few years by perhaps endless discussions regarding how the tiny number of ‘rogue doctors’ should be identified? Meanwhile the bodies piled up in north Wales and people tried to kill us. Oh well, at least we had a laugh when we took the piss out of Dafydd, it wasn’t much, but it seems to be more than anyone else did.

 

Prior to 1987, Ben Elton was involved with Red Wedge, the Labour Party supporting group of entertainers who campaigned to get the Windbag elected as PM. That was the Windbag who knew Tony Francis, who concealed the abuses of Dafydd, Francis and the associated gang as well as the sex offences committed by George Thomas and who’s wife came from Holyhead and who when still a girl, personally knew Lord Cledwyn – who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

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In 2006 ‘The Times’ published an article entitled ‘A Lethal Bully That Must Be Tackled’, about Glenys’s good works. It’s OK, Murdoch, you’ve not published a word about the First Family of Troughing colluding with a gang of child molesters, so I’ve written about it on this blog. I haven’t even had to deal with an enormous industrial dispute which was only won with the assistance of Thatch’s trade union legislation.

 

Ben Elton was very much the comedian of the 1980s and 90s, but a newer face whom I have found to be of interest is Sacha Baron Cohen. Baron Cohen was born in Hammersmith, west London. His mother, Daniella Naomi, was born in Israel. His father, Gerald Baron Cohen (1932–2016), a clothing store owner, was born in London and raised in Wales. Baron Cohen was raised Jewish. He is fluent in Hebrew as well as his native English. Baron Cohen’s father’s family were Ashkenazi Jews who moved to Pontypridd, Wales and London and his mother’s family are German Jews. His paternal grandfather, Morris Cohen, had added ‘Baron’ to his surname.

There is a long-standing Jewish community in south Wales and sadly in the latter half of the twentieth century, some of them were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang and related gangs. They included Leo Abse, Dannie Abse and Professor Sir William Asscher. Greville Janner’s father Barnett Janner was a south Wales lawyer until he relocated to Leicester. I don’t for one moment believe that Jewish people are any more likely to be associated with sexual abuse and crime than any other cohort; the phenomenon will be that of unscrupulous people using every network available to them to keep themselves out of trouble. There were many members of Thatcher’s Gov’t who were Jewish, indeed this was the subject of much overt anti-semitic comment relating to ‘Jewish bankers’ at the time. No doubt their influence and connections were also sought by those we know and love.

For example, Leon Brittan, Home Secretary, 1983-85 and later someone who held many leading roles in the European Commission, most definitely concealed the abuse of children and was the centre of allegations that he abused young people himself. Leon Brittan was born in London, the son of Rebecca and his father Joseph Brittan was a Top Doctor. Brittan’s parents were Lithuanian Jews who had migrated to Britain before WWI. Brittan was educated at The Haberdashers’ Aske’s Boys’ School and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he was President of the Cambridge Union Society and Chairman of the Cambridge University Conservative Association. Sir Samuel Brittan, the economics journalist, was his brother. The former Conservative MP Malcolm Rifkind and the music producer Mark Ronson, were cousins.

The above paragraph alone tells us much about how networks can be used.

 

Sacha Baron Cohen was educated at The Haberdashers’ Aske’s Boys’ School. Vanessa Feltz, who is also Jewish, went to The Haberdashers’ Aske’s Girls’ School. My post ‘Dates For Your Diary’ described how Feltz achieved sudden stardom in 1994, just when Dafydd et al in north Wales were sending up distress flares. Feltz was married to a surgeon, Michael Kurer, who when Feltz shot to fame overnight, had recently worked with a Top Doc who for years had been a leading light at St George’s Hospital Medical School. In the PR hype which surrounded Feltz, there was as much attention paid to her Nice Young Doctor husband as there was to her. The Nice Young Doctor left Feltz some years later after discovering the Joy of Sex with one of his junior doctors. I suspect that many of those involved in the propelling of Vanessa to stardom also discovered the joy of cheques, as ‘Private Eye’ once alleged of Tony Blair.

 

There was of course another Nice Young Doctor from a previous era who was personally known to some of the Top Docs in north Wales, who believed that his bedside manner would convince the nation that he was fit to be PM and who, when he did work as a Nice Young Doctor, was the research registrar for William Sargant, one of the maddest Top Docs of the 20th century who conducted reckless experiments upon his patients, some of whom died as a result. Why this was never spoken about in political circles I don’t know, because it was no secret in medicine.

 

 

Baron Cohen went to Christ’s College, Cambridge, graduating in 1993 – the year that the North Wales Police closed their investigation into child abuse in the region. Sacha Baron Cohen achieved fame in his incarnation as Ali G and caused much entertainment, particularly as a result of him being crude when meeting unsuspecting people, some of whom obviously didn’t know the meaning of the Viz-like phrases which Ali G was using in conversation with them. Then there was Bruno, a male model who some people found just a bit worrying. The next character developed by Baron Cohen was Borat.

Borat was a Muslim from Kazakhstan, who preyed on women sexually, was violently anti-semitic, drank stewed mare’s milk and sung a song called ‘Throw The Jew Down The Well’. Borat caused deep offence among cohorts who actually knew anything about Kazakhstan and a major diplomatic spat between Kazakhstan and the UK arose because of Baron Cohen’s harmless fun. I knew a British academic who was at the time one of the very few who was working with Kazakhstan. He was very tolerant by nature but he told me that in his view, Baron Cohen was an intelligent man who knew precisely how many diplomatic problems his characterisation of Borat would cause, but had shamelessly created the persona to appeal to a certain part of the Jewish community in the US. Having taken the time to read about Borat and the marketing of Borat, I suspect that academic was correct.

At the height of Borat’s popularity in the UK, a student from Kazakhstan was registered for a PhD at Bangor University, in the School of Healthcare Sciences, a School famed for the racism of the Angels who worked within. The School of Healthcare Sciences gratefully accepted the considerable fees that this student paid but virtually ignored her, except for to enquire where she was from. When she told them, the standard response was for the Angels to squeal ‘Ooh Borat’ and begin talking about stewed mare’s milk or chucking Jewish people down wells. I met this student after she’d been in Bangor for about three months. She asked me who a man called Borat was, because she couldn’t understand why the staff of the School of Healthcare Sciences were so insulting about people from Kazakhstan and constantly made references to a Mr Borat, of whom she had never heard.

 

Sacha Baron-Cohen has a cousin, Simon. Simon is a clinical psychologist who has links to the School of Psychology at Bangor University. At the very time when the Angels employed as tutors in the School of Healthcare Sciences – one of that School’s ‘areas of expertise’ is cultural competence and the delivery of healthcare across different nations and cultures – were screaming with laughter at a student whom they believed lived on mare’s milk and nothing else, Simon arrived at the School of Psychology by invitation to give seminars.

 

Sacha Baron Cohen has raised money for Comic Relief. On 28 Dec 2015, Baron Cohen and his wife Isla Fisher donated £335,000 to ‘Save the Children’ as part of a programme to vaccinate children in Northern Syria against measles and the same amount to the ‘International Rescue Committee’, also aimed at helping Syrian refugees.

The Syrian refugees are still having a terrible time. The person who is killing them trained and worked as a Top Doctor between 1992 and 1994 in the Western Eye Hospital, London (managed by Imperial College Healthcare Trust).

‘Ooh I feel so much better just for talking to you doctor.’

‘Now don’t worry dear, we’ll look after you.’

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Readers who took an interest in my posts regarding the serious wrongdoing that was prevailing at St George’s Hospital Medical School in the 1980s and 90s, including on the part of my former boss Malcolm Pearce and the Head of Dept Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, will have noticed that it was in 1994 that Bashir al-Assad was recalled to Syria from London, after his brother was killed in a car accident. The Top Docs – and of course the UK Gov’t – will have known that al-Assad would be the next President of Syria and they’ll have predicted that he won’t have much time for human rights issues once he was in office. It was in 1994 that Chamberlain and Pearce committed the research fraud which if it hadn’t have blown up in their face because they were caught, would have made them world famous. And in an ideal position to gun down a former research assistant of theirs if she ever tried to publish anything about the wrongdoing at St George’s or the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). Or indeed the wrongdoing at Hammersmith Hospital, where she had completed her MSc – the Hammersmith which became part of Imperial College.

The Top Docs in London didn’t trust me because I had these terrible habits of making friends with the lower orders as well as with overseas staff and students. Including Top Docs from the Middle East. Of which there were a great many at Hammersmith, who were being treated very badly.

 

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The President of the International Rescue Committee is David Miliband, who’s dad Ralph was friends with some of those who knew about the organised abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales (see post ‘The Village’) and David Miliband’s Uncle Harry was a Top Doctor who’s colleagues colluded with Dafydd. Uncle Harry might even have known Bashir al-Assad. He’d certainly have known people who did.

Well David, you’re not getting very far with your efforts re Syria are you? Did Hillary Clinton or someone think that you might, what with your hotline to Uncle Harry et al?

 

Paedophiles’ friends in high places: when your hands are drenched in blood and someone has found out all about it, it’s time to leave public life. Even if that someone is only one woman with a laptop, a good memory and 10,000 incriminating documents.

 

Simon Baron-Cohen is Professor of Developmental Psychopathology at Cambridge University. He is the Director of the University’s Autism Research Centre. In 1985 Baron-Cohen formulated the mindblindness theory of autism. In 1997, he formulated the feotal sex steroid theory of autism. Baron-Cohen has also made major contributions to the fields of typical cognitive sex differences, autism prevalence and screening, autism genetics, autism neuroimaging, autism and technical ability, and synaesthesia.

Baron-Cohen completed a BA at New College, Oxford and an M Phil in Clinical Psychology at the Institute of Psychiatry, where many of those who facilitated the sex trafficking gang in north Wales passed through. Staff at the Institute of Psychiatry spent years concealing Dafydd and the gang. Baron-Cohen completed a PhD at UCL; his doctoral research was in collaboration with his supervisor Uta Frith. Uta Frith was a colleague of those who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al; she was at the Institute of Psychiatry at the same time as some of the gang in north Wales. Uta Frith has worked with Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, who has collaborated with Professor Mark Williams on Mindfulness research (see post ‘They Are MYRIAD, They Are Legion’). Mark Williams’s Mindfulness work is the result of a research fraud which he carried out when he worked at Bangor with Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

Simon Baron-Cohen married Bridget Lindley, a family rights lawyer, in 1987. Lindley was the Family Right’s Group’s Principal Legal Adviser and Chief Executive. She was a member of the expert group advising the GMC on their revised child protection guidance Protecting Children and Young People: the responsibilities of doctors (2012). I do not know the stance that Lindley took on child protection, but she had worked in the field since 1983. She will have known about the widespread sexual exploitation of children in care and how the mental health system colludes with this. Lindley will have known about the gang in north Wales and I bet she knew about Dafydd and the roles played by Bangor University and of course the Big Boys at the Maudsley, at UCL, at St George’s and many other places. She will have known about Jimmy Savile and will have known that Trumpers, the former Mayor of Cambridge, was the Minister responsible for appointing Savile to the management of Broadmoor (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

What’s the betting that Bridget Lindley had many conversations with Simon Baron-Cohen about these matters?

Bridget died suddenly and unexpectedly in 2016. I can find no references to the cause of death.

 

Simon Baron-Cohen has three children, the eldest of whom is screenwriter and director Sam Baron. Baron-Cohen’s surname includes a hyphen – which is not the case with other members of his family – because of a typographical error in his first professional article; he never had the error corrected.

 

Baron-Cohen’s work has been soundly critiqued on the basis of its ‘neurosexism’. It is certainly difficult to read Baron-Cohen’s work without wondering whether he has based his ideas of gender on the content of women’s magazines.
Baron-Cohen serves as Vice-President of the National Autistic Society (UK) and was the 2012 Chairman of the National Institute for Health and Care Excellence (NICE) Guideline Development Group for adults with autism. He has served as Vice-President of the International Society for Autism Research (INSAR). Baron-Cohen is co-editor in chief of the journal ‘Molecular Autism’. He is President-Elect of INSAR and Chair of the Psychology Section of the British Academy.

 

So Baron-Cohen is someone who’s career has been dedicated to promoting certain views and explanations of autism which have come to dominate the field, in spite of concerns that his theories do not stand up to analysis. He also sits on NICE, so determines how Gov’t funds and supports autism research. Mark Williams has followed exactly the same business model with Mindfulness.

They both Know About Dafydd.

 

Another two comedians who I think might know a bit about the subject of this post are David Baddiel and Frank Skinner, who constantly sailed close to the wind with their ‘laddishness’ but who’s careers never died a death. Frank Skinner spent a number of years in the early 1980s as an unemployed alcoholic living in the West Midlands. So Frank will have known much about the life of those having a hard time in that part of the world in at the time. Brown and I found out about this too, because Brown went to university in Birmingham during those years and we found much out about corruption in the welfare services and civic life in Birmingham. Quite a lot of which was linked to the wrongdoing in north Wales.

 

Now for a little mystery which I have come across in John Major’s autobiography. Major mentions that in the midst of the allegations of ‘sleaze’ on the part of members of his Gov’t, in Jan 1994, the wife of Malcolm Caithness, Major’s Minister of Transport, killed herself.

Major’s problems with sleaze followed his famous ‘Back to Basics’ speech, which was just asking for trouble really when he was concealing Dafydd et al. The sleaze revelations began with David Mellor – someone who knew about Morrison and north Wales and Greville Janner and Frank Beck in Leicester – and snowballed. Major doesn’t seem to have asked himself why so many of his Ministers were being caught out, some very obviously as a result of stings. I am asking myself why the real time bomb underneath Major didn’t explode, particularly as the security services were watching everyone involved – Dafydd, Peter Morrison and co. I can only conclude that there was collusion at the highest levels. If service users with a sense of humour could ring Dafydd up from public phone boxes and discover serious crime on a Europe-wide level, I’m sure that someone could have set up a sting re Dafydd. It’s not as if he’d have ever noticed, not with the crazed lifestyle that he led. This was a man who believed that a Dr Hashish Psychosis was ringing him up from Bombay for his opinion, surely the security services could have done better than that. It is tempting to think that they didn’t need to because we were doing it, but people were trying to kill us, so leaving a group of service users to fight international gangsters wasn’t the best idea that anyone ever had.

 

The suicide of Malcolm Caithness’s wife took place in Jan 1994. The month in which Clwyd County Council set up the Jillings Investigation and the month in which yet another service user with drug and alcohol problems and with links to Bryn Estyn, Peter Wynne, was found hanging dead in his flat in Wrexham. On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’ and on 13 June 1994, the trial of Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson on sexual abuse charges begun. So Howarth and Wilson must have been charged before Malcolm Caithness’s wife was found dead.

Up in north Wales, Dafydd et al continued to do all they could to have me banged up. Previous blog posts have detailed the constant accusations and arrests, the perjury, the planting of evidence to demonstrate that I had committed crimes that no-one even told me that I was alleged to have committed, but which were nonetheless all being diligently recorded in writing and sent to the MDU lawyers.

I can find only scant information about the death of Lady Diana Caroline Coke. Everybody was gobsmacked when she died but I can find no details of how she killed herself. She had red hair and clear skin and liked riding horses and driving at high speed and that is about all that has been written about her.

Malcolm Ian Sinclair, 20th Earl of Caithness is a Conservative member of the Lords, one of the remaining hereditary peers. He is also 20th Lord Berriedale, 15th Baronet Sinclair, of Canisbay, Co. Caithness, Nova Scotia and Chief of Clan Sinclair. He is the Chief Executive of the Clan Sinclair Trust.

Sinclair was educated at Blairmore School, Aberdeenshire (then Marlborough College) and the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester.

Malcolm Sinclair served as a House of Lords Gov’t Whip under Thatch, 1984-85. He then moved to the Dept of Transport as a junior Minister, serving until 1986, when he became Minister of State at the Home Office which was mired in corruption under Home Secretary Douglas Hurd (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security’). Dafydd and the gang in north Wales did what they wanted, kids in care and service users who had been fitted up for crimes were being sent to the bear pit which was Ashworth Hospital and were regularly being found dead in Risley Remand Centre, unless they were imprisoned in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

It was in April 1986 that my housemate Anne was killed. Anne had witnessed what happened to me at the hands of the Top Docs and I have been told that she was killed by the paedophiles’ friends. Anne died in a car crash on a lane in Shropshire as she drove to a friend’s wedding. Our friend Geoff was a passenger in the car and was left severely brain damaged. I have recently been given accounts of conversations that were held in our house in Llandegfan in the days before Anne died and the names of friends who visited us and stayed over. We were not aware that anyone was listening to or watching us.

Douglas Hurd had links with the security services.

  • Douglas Hurd so hungover on Irish trip he had to be walked ...

 

In 1988, Malcolm Sinclair was appointed Minister of State at the Department of Environment and in 1989, he became Paymaster General. In 1990, Sinclair was appointed Minister of State at the Foreign Office and then, in 1992, back to the Dept of Transport.

Sinclair married Diana Caroline Coke in 1975.

With the passage of the House of the Lords Act 1999, Sinclair, along with most other hereditary peers, lost his automatic right to sit in the House of Lords. However, under Blair’s fudge, Sinclair was elected as one of the 90 representative peers designed under the provisions of the Act to remain in the House of Lords. I haven’t had time to look at the backgrounds of all 90 hereditary peers who remained in the Lords, but of the ones that I have researched, every one of them had inside information about the Westminster Paedophile Ring. In domains other than the Lords, Blair systematically promoted people who had concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring to high office. Sinclair has since blocked further reform of the Lords, tabling ‘wrecking’ amendments to a draft Bill to abolish by-elections for hereditary peers, proposed by Lord Grocott in 2018. Bruce Grocott is a mate of Blair’s who was given a peerage after loyally keeping quiet about organised abuse and the associated crime (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’).

In Jan 1994, Sinclair resigned from his post at the Ministry of Transport following the suicide of Diana. In 2004, he married Leila C. Jenkins in Rosslyn Chapel, whom he’d met at Ascot. Sinclair filed for divorce a year later.

Sinclair’s children are Lady Iona Alexandra Sinclair (b. 1978) and Alexander James Richard Sinclair, Lord Berriedale (b. 1981).

 

Here’s Malcolm Sinclair looking rough in his official portrait:

 

 

I have blogged about the very close relationship between those up to their eyes in research fraud and wrongdoing in the London medical schools and Big Pharma. The representatives of Big Pharma used to prostrate themselves before the shysters of Hammersmith, St George’s etc. Furthermore Big Pharma used to like employing attractive young women with PhDs as reps, because they were called Dr so sounded credible but as one member of staff at St George’s observed bitterly, ‘they’re just tarts to slut around old doctors’. He couldn’t have landed such a job himself, not just because he didn’t have a PhD but because he was male, enormous and in his late 40s. However there was more than a bit of truth in what he said. Another man who finished his PhD in biochemistry told me that he wouldn’t be working for a drug company because ‘I’ll spend all my time licking doctors arses and I’m not doing that’.

‘Your life in their hands! Ah, the doctors they were wonderful. You can’t complain can you.’ You bet you can’t, if you do you’ll never work again and you’ll die from a treatable condition.

When I was at Hammersmith/RPMS, at one drug company fest Professor Sir Nicholas Wright didn’t bother to listen to any of the presentations or read any of the literature, he just turned up, had a really good lunch and buggered off again. People banged on about how outrageously rude Wright was and how he only turned up for the lunch, which was ironic because it was the only reason why they went. A drug company would never turn up without a supply of wine and grub because no-one would ever attend.

There was only one person who was genuinely interested in the drug companies on the occasion on which Nick Wright had a good lunch and that was one of the postgrads who was looking for a job. She was desperate not to work in a medical school again – she was a mature student who had spent a few years in medical research, as had her husband – because she said that the wrongdoing was so great that she could no longer stomach it.  She did bag a job, on the basis of the toadying towards Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS on the part of Big Pharma that day. This person went to work for a company called the Sera Lab. I can’t find any trace of them but I haven’t had time to really dig yet. The Sera Lab have obviously metamorphosed into a different company, but those who toadied in 1987 will be in the system somewhere. The person who bagged the job with them had so much dirt on the London medical schools that if she wrote a blog like this, UK medicine would implode. Which might well have been why the Sera Lab snapped her up.

This man was the most high profile Top Doc at Hammersmith Hospital at the time:

 

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Dr Bob became Lord Bob in 1995. The year that Malcolm Pearce was struck off and that Geoffrey Chamberlain – who was a mate of Lord Bob’s – got away scot free. 1995 was the year in which Peter Morrison and Bing Spear, the corrupt Home Office mandarin who served Dafydd so well (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), were found dead within days of each other. The year in which Dafydd ‘retired’ (but didn’t), the year in which the North Wales Hospital ‘closed down’ (but didn’t). In 1995 Nicola Davies QC – now Dame Nicola –  after reviewing the police paperwork relating to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (all of which from 1989 onward was missing) decided that a Public Inquiry would not be in the public interest. However, just to be on the safe side, Sir Ronnie Waterhouse altered his retirement plans, which meant that he could conduct a ‘farewell tour’ of his colleagues the paedophiles’ friends in 1995, without having to worry that one year later William Hague would tell Ronnie that he would be conducting a Public Inquiry into their wrongdoing.

Lord Bob had dabbled a little bit in TV before 1995, but gosh the BBC really embraced Lord Bob after that.

 

Yet another person who knew about the wrongdoing at St George’s Hospital Medical School is Professor John Dormandy. John Dormandy is a vascular surgeon who specialises in the treatment of patients with vascular claudication and he has been working in this area for years. He worked at the old St James’s Hospital in Balham before St James’s was closed and everyone was transferred to St George’s. They didn’t want to merge with St George’s and assured everyone that patients would die if the closure of St James’s went ahead.

John Dormandy has a substantial private practice and used to use some of the profits from it to pay a researcher. I know this because he interviewed me for a job in early 1988 and told me during the interview that the job was pretty much mine if I wanted it and that he would ring me the following day to confirm etc. I never heard from him again. I have been told recently that a little bird from north Wales got wind of what was happening and whispered sweet somethings into Dormandy’s ear.

Dormandy told me during the interview that the cause of the vascular disease in virtually all of his patients was smoking. So imagine my surprise when in 2006 John Dormandy appeared in the ‘Daily Mail’ robustly defending patients right to smoke and angrily denouncing the denial of any treatments to heavy smokers. Dormandy argued from an ‘I’m defending patients who cannot quit’ point of view. Dormandy didn’t mention that for some conditions, smoking is such a key factor that the treatment won’t actually work if they don’t stop smoking. So there is no point in giving it, even if you are totally sympathetic to the patient’s plight. Dormandy said something else to the ‘Daily Mail’ that I suspect may not be true. He claimed to be a very heavy smoker himself and so hopelessly addicted that he was unable to give up.

Top Doctors are frequently very heavy drinkers and quite a few of them enjoy drugs as well, but they are not often smokers. Angels are smokers, they puff away like there is no tomorrow – ‘it’s the stress’ – but Top Docs were part of that cohort of professional people who abandoned the cancer sticks in the 1960s when Richard Doll’s work linking lung cancer with fags became accepted by nearly everyone. Furthermore if Dormandy was on 60 No 6 or Woodbines a day, he wouldn’t get much operating done. Top Docs do all sorts of things in operating theatres, but they don’t light up lest there’s an explosion.

Dormandy has made a great deal of money out of his patients who are in agony and can barely walk. When the world gives up smoking, Dormandy’s income will be cut off. Further observation: when Dormandy interviewed me, John Moore was Secretary of State for the DHSS, who was one of those who ignored warnings that children in north Wales were being abused. Moore lived in Wimbledon, where many of the Top Docs of St George’s lived. Six months after Dormandy interviewed me, Ken Clarke became Health Secretary and embarked on a high profile battle with the BMA, in which Dafydd et al were used as bullets by both sides. Ken Clarke had previously been a Minister in Health and it was probably known that he would shortly be appointed Secretary of State. Ken Clarke is famously pro-smoking and has worked as a consultant for many of the world’s tobacco companies.

After Princess Margaret died there was a spoof letter into Viz magazine’s ‘Letterbocks’ column saying that it wasn’t true that no-one was affected by Princess Margaret’s death, because ‘I own the tobacconists and off-licence at the end of her street and I’m finished’. Likewise if people stopped smoking, Dormandy and Ken Clarke would be finished.

Googling John Dormandy brings up adverts for his practice at Parkside Hospital, Wimbledon. Parkside is a private hospital. John Moore was a patient there when he became ill during his time as Secretary of State for the DHSS. He certainly wasn’t going to risk his neck at St George’s.

 

 

I need to return to those who love Wales and its language yet again here, because since I began this post, yesterday morning on Radio 4 one of north Wales’s finest adverts popped up as the special guest on a Saturday morning programme – Sir Bryn Terfel.

Sir Bryn did absolutely everything required of a north Wales celeb when paedophiles in distress have sent out a Mayday call. He reminded everyone that he was a farmer’s son from north Wales who as a lad sung along to opera in the cab of his dad’s tractor, he stressed that Welsh was his first language and that it was central to his identity and he chatted about how he travelled the world for weeks at a time, but his heart was in the mountains. The metropolitan dipsticks of Radio 4 kept asking Bryn how ever a sheep-shagger from north Wales became a world leading opera singer, because surely there are no suitable singing teachers in north Wales.

This might surprise Radio 4, but one thing that there is in north Wales is a great many people who really like singing, who are very good at it and who are very keen to teach young people if they show an interest in singing themselves. There are also things called Eisteddfodau – which are centred around competitions, including singing competitions. Some kids absolutely hate Eisteddfodau, but others love them and get very used to singing in front of an audience at a young age. Numerous people have told me that their participation in Eisteddfodau set them up very well for performing, public speaking etc. If you want to learn to sing when you’re young, you’re probably just as well positioned in north Wales as you are in Hampstead.

Bryn is the son of a farmer – I lived in Pant Glas, just down the lane from where he grew up, for a while – and he can be spotted in Gwynedd, in Morrison’s, out and about etc. He lived at Bontnewydd near Caernarfon for a long while, but I don’t know whether he remained there after he split up from his wife. Bryn married a girl from north Wales, whom I think he went to school with. There was much nastiness in the ‘Daily Mail’ when they split up, because it transpired that Bryn’s wife had begun a relationship with a young man from Caernarfon who was on benefits and had the temerity to live in a council house. There had been some sort of scene in Cofi Roc, a rather mediocre nightclub in Caernarfon and I think that an onlooker got thumped. It certainly didn’t come up to the Daily Mail’s idea of a celebrity divorce.

Bryn moved from north Wales to London in 1984 to study at the Guildhall School of Music. It was in the 1990s that he became very well-known. In 1991 he made his debut with the Welsh National Opera and the English National Opera. In  1992, Bryn sung for the first time at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden. In the following years he went global.

In 1996, Bryn expanded his repertoire to include Stravinsky, singing Nick Shadow in ‘The Rake’s Progress’ at the Welsh National Opera. This performance, along with another, won him the Royal Philharmonic Society Award for the singer of the year.

Bryn is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards.

I have no idea whether Bryn is a Rake who has made progress, I don’t know him. But a great many other Rakes in north Wales have progressed.

Bryn is now in a relationship with harpist Hannah Stone and they have a little girl. Hannah Stone grew up on the Mumbles, near Swansea. She attended Welsh medium schools in west Wales and then went to the Guildhall School of Music and Drama and then to the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

When Hannah was 15, she played for Lilibet on Her Majesty’s Jubilee Tour of Wales in 2002 and has played for the Royal Family on several other occasions. She studied under the guidance of Meinir Heulyn, Head of Harp at the RWCMD before moving to London. During this time Hannah was a prize-winner at National Competitions including the Urdd Eisteddford and the International Eisteddford at Llangollen. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was involved with the International Eisteddfod and was President for some years.

Hannah Stone knows Elinor Bennett, the harpist wife of Dafydd Wigley. Dafydd Wigley knew nothing about the paedophile gang being co-ordinated by Lucille Hughes in her office, which was just around the corner from his office in Caernarfon and just to be on the safe side, Wigley didn’t know what a paedophile was anyway (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

In June 2011, Hannah Stone was appointed the Official Harpist to Carlo, a position previously occupied by the Wigley’s daughter-in-law, Catrin Finch.

Hannah Stone performed at the NATO Conference Dinner at Cardiff Castle in 2014 to delegates including US President Barack Obama, German Chancellor Angela Merkel and UK Prime Minister David Cameron.

Yma O Hyd!

 

Bryn sung a song for the Radio 4 audience. It was ‘My Little Welsh Home’. I had one of those in Llanllechid. The paedophiles’ friends tried to set fire to it. Twice.

 

Look out for the forthcoming recordings from the Assorted Paedophiles’ Friends:

‘We didn’t know’ – ‘Ni wyddom ni’

‘It’s all lies’ – ‘Mae i gyd yn gorweddd’

‘What, us?’ – ‘Beth, ni?’

‘Nothing to do with us, we just work here’ – ‘Dim byd i’w wneud gyda mi, fi jyst yn gwaithio yma’

‘I was just doing my job’ – ‘Roeddwn i ddim ond yn gwneud fy ngwaith’

‘Get the Welsh cakes out, S4C are coming over’ – ‘Cael y cacennau Cymreig allan, mae S4C yn dod i ben’

 

 

Lastly, BBC News Online has reported that the 70th Birthday Celebrations of the NHS, termed ‘Aneurin Bevan Day’, have been enjoyed in Tredegar. Hundreds marched to the sound of a band and Carwyn and Jezza were in attendance. The BBC reported that: ‘Rita Hale, 96, from Tredegar, said she had heard Bevan speak when she was young girl. She recalled him wearing a black cloak and a four cornered hat. “I wish there were a few more like him today,” she said.’

I’ll stand by whilst the paedophiles’ friends in the Commons and the Senedd now all don black cloaks and four cornered hats in a desperate attempt to garner support. There did used to be a few people around who wore hats and cloaks. Brown, me and some of our friends. It caused outrage and was used as evidence of our insanity and the threat that we posed to western civilisation. We fell short of Nye’s standards though. We didn’t live in Chelsea, navigate our way around Knightsbridge by taxi and use Harrod’s to supply our day to day needs. Although I did once buy some bread rolls from Harrods and I ate them whilst I was reading ‘Living Marxism’, which caused a sanctimonious Stirling graduate to bang on at length about my wicked ways. She later responded to the requests of the paedophiles’ friends to stuff over the friends of mine who supported me during my battles with Dafydd and co (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

I ‘ad that Jack McConnell in the back of the cab once.

An Appalling Vista

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

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

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

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

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

Lord Denning

Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Drawn To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?

I have taken the title of today’s post from a comment left by Mike Claybrook in response to a previous post. Mike offered it as a reflection on the cronyism and corruption evident in north east Wales, but it’s a remarkably succinct summary of the prevailing situation in the many institutions, political parties and regions of the UK that have been discussed on this blog.

Readers will be aware that I spent my youth living under the long dark days of Thatcherism and I don’t think that I’ve yet recovered – when I was in north Wales it was a case of poverty and being the victim of the paedophiles’ friends and when I was in London it was a case of witnessing the extreme fuckwittery and greed of the highest echelons of the medical profession whilst they told me that I was a naïve sheepshagger because I wasn’t interested in joining in with their idiocy. I didn’t know at the time, but they too were the paedophiles’ friends, but just rather richer, grander and rather better connected friends than those in north Wales. The paedophiles’ friends in north Wales ended up with OBEs, the ones in London bagged knighthoods and peerages. Despite the joy that erupted throughout the UK at the news of Thatcher’s resignation however, the nightmare of course continued – because John Major took over with pretty much the same bunch of goons in senior positions.

One of the more unpleasant spectacles in the early days of Major’s Gov’t occurred at the Conservative Party Conference in Brighton in October 1992, when Peter Lilley decided that the way to endear himself to the Party was to launch into a vindictive poisonous attack on some of the most vulnerable in society. There had been much gnashing of teeth about the ballooning numbers of people claiming sickness benefits – which was of course happening because Tebbit et al had spent years making alterations to the way in which the unemployment figures were calculated in order to hide the ghastly truth and GPs had been quietly encouraged to shift claimants over onto sickness benefits where possible. Lilley achieved notoriety by singing a pastiche of the Lord High Executioner’s ‘little list’ song from The Mikado. He entertained the conference with a ditty about having a ‘little list’ of people who ‘won’t be missed’ – they included people claiming social security benefits, unmarried pregnant women and socialists no less. Liiley’s performance was truly unedifying.

Readers might have noted the date of the Party Conference concerned – October 1992. Six months after the arson attack on a building in Brighton which killed five people with connections to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Two more deaths resulted from this event as well – the man who was alleged to have confessed to starting the fire was found dead himself days later and another young man who survived the arson attack alleged that the former residents of the children’s homes in north Wales were being murdered because they had knowledge of liaisons between child prostitutes and politicians but he was subsequently found dead himself after giving evidence. For full details of the fire and it’s aftermath, see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’. Presumably it was felt that after this fire, a few more people who wouldn’t be missed were out of the way.

Well Peter, I’ve got a list as well – a list of all those people whom I know colluded with the activities of a vicious paedophile ring in north Wales. Admittedly it’s not a little list – because of the degree of corruption that was involved it’s a very long list and many have already been named on this blog, but there are still a few obvious loose ends to tie up. So here is my own additional little list, to be read with reference to – and correlated with – previous posts.

My little list begins with three odious people who were friends and contemporaries at York University – Harvey Proctor, Michael Brown and Christine Holman, now Christine Hamilton. I don’t know what was going on at York at the time, but the York University Conservative Association spawned some deeply unpleasant people.

Harvey Proctor is legendary. He was Chair of the York University Conservative Association between 1967-69, then the Assistant Director (1969-71) and a member of the executive council (1983-87) of the hard right Monday Club. He was the Tory MP for Basildon (1979-83) and then for Billericay (1983-87). In the early 80s some mind-boggling rumours circulated about Harvey Proctor, rumours so florid that I didn’t believe them. He was alleged to be taking part in extreme S&M activities with under-aged boys. ‘Private Eye’ ran a few articles about him – he was featured in their ‘The New Boys’ column and I expected him to sue them. However he didn’t. Proctor became a source of fascination to the ‘Eye’ and sometime later they published allegations that a building that he owned was housing members of the League of St George (a far-right group) and then allegations that someone had been walking past his London flat, heard guttural noises coming from within and observed bloody handprints on the outside of the building. Interestingly, no-one from the Tories denied these stories, they just ignored them. The rumours continued to circulate and eventually some Tories started expressing the opinion that Proctor was a serious embarrassment and that they’d rather he stood down.

In 1986 ‘The People’ newspaper claimed that Proctor was in same sex relationships with males and then the shit really hit the fan – in 1987 Proctor was found guilty of gross indecency and fined after participating in spanking sessions in which young male prostitutes were tied up. The prostitutes involved were not ‘children’, but they were under the legal age of consent for gay sex between men, which at the time was 21. Proctor and others who were charged under similar circumstances now angrily point out that they were targeted for being gay and that the men that they were having sex with would these days be over the age of consent. I take their point about the relevant changes in the law – but whereas some of these men were charged for offences involving young men between the ages of 16 and 21, there were constant allegations that some of them had sometimes been sexually involved with boys under the age of 16. Furthermore these rent boys had frequently been trafficked into prostitution at the age of 16-17 after leaving children’s homes, where they had been ‘groomed’ by years of sexual abuse – often accompanied by violence if they resisted. This was certainly the pattern regarding the kids from north Wales children’s homes – and John Allen, the owner of the Bryn Alyn Community, was known to own brothels in London and Brighton where children formerly in his care were sent after they left the children’s homes. The boys pimped by Allen also alleged that he was involved with a major crime ring dealing in child porn and drugs. The defence used by Proctor et al never involves answering any difficult questions about where those rent boys had come from and why they were so willing to have sex with rather deranged sometimes elderly MPs whom they could not have found attractive in any way.

Proctor resigned his seat after his conviction and Theresa Gorman succeeded him. In 1988 Proctor established a shop in Richmond-Upon-Thames selling shirts, ties and waistcoats, after receiving a grant from the Gov’ts Enterprise Allowance Scheme. Proctor had considerable help establishing this business. The Tory Whip Tristan Garel-Jones organised the raising of the sum of £75,000 and over the following years, as Proctor’s shop repeatedly encountered financial difficulties, Tory MPs and former Tory MPs came to the rescue. Some of the people who were financially involved with Proctor’s business were Jeffrey Archer, Michael Heseltine, David Heathcote-Amory, Mark Lennox-Boyd, Sir Nicholas Bonsor, Richard Shephard, David Evans, Neil Hamilton, Christine Hamilton, Tim Yeo, Michael Brown, David Ashby, Sir Neil Thorne, William Benyon and Sir Charles Morrison. Charles Morrison was the older brother of Sir Peter Morrison whom it is now admitted was molesting boys in their mid-teens and younger, including boys resident in children’s homes in north Wales. Heseltine and Archer invested more than £100,000 in Proctor’s shop.

There was a punch-up in the shop in 1992. Two young men entered and asked Proctor ‘have you any ties for tying up rent boys before you spank them?’ Proctor tried to get them out of the shop and a fight broke out. Incredibly enough Neil and Christine Hamilton were in the shop at the time and Hamilton came to Proctor’s assistance when the young men assaulted Proctor. Proctor was punched in the face and had his little finger broken and Neil Hamilton ended up with a broken nose. The two men were charged and convicted.

In spite of the enormous helping hand that Proctor received from well-wishing Tories, his business eventually went bust. In 2003 Proctor was appointed the Private Secretary to the 11th Duke of Rutland at Belvoir Castle in Leicestershire. He entered obscurity but of course hit the media again in 2015 when he was named as a suspect in the Operation Midland investigation into child abuse. Proctor held a press conference at which he angrily denied all allegations made against him – which included allegations that he had sexually tortured boys, attempted to castrate one of them and that a boy was murdered. The allegations against Proctor were tied up with allegations that Ted Heath abused boys – Proctor maintained that he hated Ted Heath so much that he wouldn’t have shared a cup of tea with him, let alone have attended an orgy in his company.

The Operation Midland investigation was halted after the publication of Sir Richard Henriques’ highly critical report into the way that the police had conducted the investigation. In Nov 2016 the Commissioner of the Met, Sir Bernard Hogan-Howe, apologised to Proctor. Proctor began legal action against the Metropolitan Police in Feb 2017. Sir Richard Henriques was the judge who dismissed the appeal of Jeremy Bamber in 2002. Jeremy Bamber is serving a life sentence for the murder of three members of his family – there has been mounting concern for years that his case is a serious miscarriage of justice. Bamber was convicted substantially as a result of the evidence given by a Top Doctor from St Andrew’s Hospital Northampton, an institution with a history of patient neglect and abuse – the Top Doctor seems to have been untruthful when giving evidence (see post ‘Family Annihilation’).

Although I too found it difficult to believe that Proctor would have done anything at all with Ted Health including sexually abusing boys, I note that one of the investors in Proctor’s business, Sir Charles Morrison, had been a big fan of Heath’s. Charles Morrison was the MP for Devizes (1964-92) and died in 2005. His obituary in the ‘Daily Telegraph’ makes interesting reading. It contrasts the political differences between Charles and his brother Peter – Charles being a ‘die hard Heathite rebel’ and Peter being an aide to Thatcher. The Morrisons’ had a sister – Dame Mary Morrison, who was Woman of the Bed Chamber to the Queen for over 50 years. Charles Morrison’s wife was related by marriage to Ian Fleming, who wrote an article entitled ‘To Westminster With Love’, the opening words being ‘Charles Morrison – Licensed To Kill’. Well somebody certainly was, witnesses to the activities of Peter Morrison and his associates were constantly found dead.

Michael Brown, one of Proctor’s friends at York, was a part time research assistant to Michael Marshall between 1975-76 and between 1976-79 worked for Nicholas Winterton MP. In 1979 Brown was elected as a Tory MP himself and remained as one until May 1994. Brown was a member of the Monday Club and the Eldon League. He was a founder member of the No Turning Back group, which included Peter Lilley, Neil Hamilton and Michael Portillo. Brown and Portillo were extremely good friends in the early 80s, so much so that they went on holidays together, along with someone else close to them, Derek Laud, who was Brown’s research assistant for a considerable period of time.

Brown was a supporter of the apartheid regime in South Africa and in Feb 1988 visited South Africa with Neil Hamilton – their trip was funded by the South African Authorities.

Brown was PPS to Douglas Hogg, between 1989-90 when Hogg was at the DTI and then between 1990-92 when Hogg was at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office. Between 1992-93 Brown was PPS to Patrick Mayhew, Secretary of State for N Ireland. Mayhew was a barrister, who when he was younger had acted as Counsel for the GMC – the GMC who famously allowed Dr Morris Fraser, a child psychiatrist who was a paedophile, to continue practising in the 70s. But then they allowed Dafydd to practice and he was facilitating a paedophile ring. In 1993 Brown became an assistant Gov’t Whip.

Brown was involved with the Cash for Questions scandal, along with Neil Hamilton, Sir Michael Grylls and Sir Peter Morrison. Brown accepted money to lobby on behalf of U.S. Tobacco without declaring it and also failed to declare an interest in the notoriously carcinogenic Skoal Bandits.

Michael Brown resigned as an MP in 1994 after the ‘News of the World’ published photos of him on holiday in Barbados with a gay man who was under the age of consent.

Brown was in the wilderness for a short while but bounced back in April 1998 after he submitted a piece for the ‘Independent’ which they accepted. The Indie then offered him a regular commission as a political sketch writer, starting in 1999. I mentioned in my post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’ that after he left office, Ken Clarke joined the Board of the ‘Independent’. Helena Kennedy, another name which will be familiar to readers of this blog, was also on the Board at the time. Clarke left office in 1997 – he joined the ‘Independent’ at some point after that. Michael Brown then also picked up work for other papers. He is now a political journalist who makes regular appearances as a commentator and newspaper reviewer on British TV, especially BBC News 24 and Sky News.

I note that Brown’s troubles began at the time that Gordon Anglesea sued for libel after a number of media outlets named Anglesea as abusing boys in care in north Wales and just as the Jillings investigation into child abuse in north Wales was launched. His career recovered whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry was nearing it’s end, when Amanda Platell had her feet firmly under the table at Conservative Central Office as Press Officer (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Quiet?’) and after Sir Peter Morrison had been found safely dead at the bottom of the stairs at his home.

I have mentioned that Brown and Portillo were good friends with Derek Laud, Brown’s research assistant and they even all went on holidays together. Laud was also a member of the Monday Club in the early 1980s. By the mid 1980s he was working for Tory MPs and Gov’t advisors as a researcher and as a special advisor to Sir Gordon Downey, the Parliamentary Commissioner for Standards. During the second half of the 80s Laud was an aide and speechwriter for Thatcher. He also helped Alan Clark and Michael Heseltine with their speeches. During the 1992 general election Laud acted as a campaign aide and fundraiser for John Major.

In the mid 80s Laud established Strategic Network International, a company set up to campaign against anti-apartheid movements and in the late 80s he worked in private equity finance. In 1992 he co-founded the lobbying company Ludgate Laud. Laud is co-founder and executive director of New City Initiative, a think tank and financial lobbying company. He holds multiple positions at the ‘wealth management’ company Stanhope Capital LLP. In recent years Laud has became a TV celeb – including an appearance on Celebrity Big Brother and in 2005 he partnered Edwina Currie on a TV quiz.

In the 1990s Laud was active in support of the Democratic Turnhalle Alliance (DTA), a political party in Namibia backed by the South African Gov’t.

Laud has a rather different background to many of the people in the Conservative Party with whom he is mates. He came from a Jamaican family in south London but had a very big rift with his mother when he was fourteen, which he attributes to him being gay, but he never quite explained how exactly. He moved out of his mother’s house and had no contact with her for many years – he moved in with Anna Meeham the head of the school that he attended in Clapham. Anna lived with her sister Cecily who was a child psychologist – Cecily was friends with a Judge Ann Goddard. Laud has remained very close to these two sisters, particularly Cecily. In an interview with the ‘Daily Mail’ in 2007 he stresses their importance in his life and says that he consults them about everything.

I mentioned in my post ‘Are You Local?’ that teenaged boys from Ty’r Felin, the children’s home in Bangor run by the brutal Nefyn Dodd, were being trafficked into prostitution. They were hired out to men renting hotel rooms in the local area but they were also taken to London, where they were received by a Tory fundraiser and aide of Thatcher’s who had an apartment in Dolphin Square. I received an e mail from a journalist some weeks ago alleging that the man in question was Derek Laud.

Michael Portillo, a close friend of Laud and Brown’s, graduated from Cambridge in 1975 and in 1976 joined the Conservative Research Dept. He became a Gov’t advisor in 1979 and was elected to the Commons in 1984. He was given a seat in the Cabinet in 1992, as Chief Secretary to the Treasury. He was Secretary of State for Employment (1994-95) and Secretary of State for Defence (1995-97). Throughout this time he was known as the ‘darling of the right’ and in his early days as an MP many had seen him as the heir to Thatcher. He lost his seat unexpectedly in the 1997 general election. He returned to the Commons in 1999, after being elected for Kensington and Chelsea, Alan Clark’s seat, after Clark died. He became Shadow Chancellor. Portillo retired from the Commons in 2005 and is now largely known for his media work and is a regular on the BBC.

The right wing of the Tory Party eventually developed a problem with Portillo in the aftermath of him fessing up in 1998 that he had ‘had some homosexual experiences’ when he was a young man. As it became clear that Portillo’s homosexual experiences might have been rather more extensive than he’d let on, people like Norman Tebbit became very angry and accused him of deceiving them. Which I think he probably did – he married a woman in 1982, voted against gay equality legislation and denied the rumours circulating that he was gay. I knew someone in north Wales back in the 1990s who used to go to gay clubs in London and Manchester who told me that he’d seen Portillo in gay clubs. Many years ago Michael Gove alleged in one of his books that there was quite an interesting party scene in Portillo’s Cambridge College – Peterhouse – whilst Portillo was there, including cross-dressing parties at which men were given girls names which were attended by both undergrads and Fellows of the College. There were a number of allegations circulating about Portillo, including that he was one of the Tories who was having sex with under-aged boys. I have no idea whether he was or not – but I think that he certainly knew people who were. He has known one person since he was a teenager who definitely did keep quiet about paedophile activity in children’s homes – Diane Abbott, the former Press and PR Officer for Lambeth Borough Council, whose own children’s homes were rife with a paedophile activity and who also sent children in care to John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales.

Another Tory who was the subject of allegations that he was gay was the man with the little list, Peter Lilley. Lilley felt obliged to issue a denial in the end and he stated that he found the idea of homosexuality about as appetising as eating cardboard. Lilley had been at Cambridge with Ken Clarke, Michael Howard, John Selwyn Gummer and Norman Lamont. Lilley was a member of the No Turning Back group along with Portillo, Hamilton and Michael Brown. He was the Chair of the Bow Group, 1973-75. He was elected as a Tory MP in 1987 and retired in 2017. He was PPS to Nigel Lawson, Secretary of State for Trade and Industry (July 1990-April 1992) and Secretary of State for Social Security (April 1992-May 1997). Lilley was always right behind Margaret Thatcher, but when he realised that she was going to lose the leadership contest in 1990 he very quickly changed his allegiances and supported John Major.

The toxic Child Support Agency was one of Lilley’s initiatives, although whether he was responsible for appointing as head of the CSA the equally toxic Ros Hepplewhite – formerly Chief Exec of MIND whilst that organisation concealed horrors in north Wales perpetrated by the paedophiles’ friends – I do not know. In 1977 Lilley co-authored a book with Samuel Brittan, brother of the dreadful Leon, who has been named as a child abuser. Leon’s family and friends have robustly denied the allegations, but what is certain is that Leon lost a dossier given to him by Geoffrey Dickens MP whilst Leon was Home Secretary – the dossier contained names and details of Westminster figures whom were alleged to be abusing children. Many other files relating to child abuse also went walkabout from the Home Office whilst Leon was there. Please see post ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians In The Mary Wynch Case’ for an account of the hissy fit that Samuel Brittan threw in the mid 80s when the box office at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival failed to pull strings for him and how dear old Michael Grade promised to help him out.

Lilley’s father was personnel officer at the BBC. R.D. Laing once commented when observing his son growing up that he felt himself rocked by successive generations. I’ve experienced a similar sensation when researching for this blog.

Proctor and Michael Brown’s friend from York, Christine Holman, eventually married Neil Hamilton. Christine had worked as secretary for Tory MP Sir Michael Grylls (father of Bear). Years later, Grylls ended up in a lot of trouble in the Cash for Questions scandal, along with Hamilton, Brown and Peter Morrison. Grylls was a Tory MP for 27 years who stood down in 1997. In 1990 he took cash payments and misled the select committee on members interests.

The most notorious MP involved in the Cash for Questions saga was of course Christine Hamilton’s husband Neil. Neil Hamilton has been involved in such extensive scandal and wrongdoing that I cannot detail it all here, so I’ll just provide a few highlights.

Neil Hamilton grew up in Carmarthenshire – his father was a manager for the National Coal Board. Hamilton eventually became a barrister specialising in taxation. He went to Aberystwyth University, that institution which trained so many of the corrupt lawyers named on this blog, although Hamilton didn’t read law there. After Aber, he went to Cambridge and then embarked on a legal career. There are a lot of people in Wales who remember Hamilton from his time at Aber and there are some interesting stories circulating. He was a member of the Federation of Conservative Students at Aber between 1968-74. He was elected for the Conservatives in Tatton in 1983 and held the seat until 1997, when he was beaten by the journalist Martin Bell who stood on an anti-sleaze ticket. Hamilton was a member of the No Turning Back group and his network included Alun Duncan and Gerald Howarth. He was also a member of the Eldon League.

In June 1984 Hamilton was the subject of a BBC Panorama programme, ‘Maggie’s Militant Tendency’, which detailed some seriously bad behaviour and worrying connections on the part of Neil Hamilton. In Oct 1986 Hamilton and Gerald Howarth sued the BBC for libel. The prosecution was funded by James Goldsmith and Taki, the Spectator journalist. David Davis was at the time a Director for Tate and Lyle and persuaded them to donate to Hamilton’s fighting fund. Hamilton stated that his main character witness would be Norman St John Stevas. I mentioned in my post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’ that when I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School between 1989-91, a member of staff there was a young man well-acquainted with the London gay scene who told me that Norman St John Stevas was known to holding ‘spanking parties with little boys’ and that ‘no-one knows how he’s getting away with it’. I was told this before the many allegations of politicians molesting children appeared in the media on a regular basis.

In October 1986 the BBC caved in to Hamilton suddenly and unexpectedly. A representative of the National Young Conservatives hinted at a stitch-up and the Director General of the BBC Alisdair Milne maintained that he had acted under the instruction of the BBC Governors, who had ordered the Board of Management to settle  case before the defence interrogated Hamilton. The BBC paid the legal costs of Hamilton and Howarth and issued an apology. Attention focussed on the actions of Malcolm McAlpine, the cousin of Alistair McAlpine, the Conservative Party treasurer. Malcom McAlpine denied promising Hamilton that he could ‘deliver’ the Governors behind a settlement.

Alistair McAlpine became headline news in 2012, when he was named on ‘Newsnight’ by Steve Messham as being one of the men who had sexually abused him whilst Messham was in Bryn Estyn. McAlpine denied it and successfully sued a number of people who repeated the allegation. The McAlpine family do have a connection to north Wales though – the mother of Owen Lloyd George (THE Lloyd George’s grandson) was a McAlpine. Two descendants of Lloyd George, Annwen Carey Evans and D.B. Carey Evans, signed the ‘memorandum’ presented to Parliament in 2008 – the memorandum that was initiated and largely signed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’) and designed to put a stop to Edwina Hart’s efforts as she confronted the corruption of the paedophiles’ friends in the north Wales NHS.

Hamilton’s action against the BBC involved some very worrying happenings and there were allegations of witness intimidation – a BBC internal memo to the Board of Management claimed that 17 witnesses were intimidated into changing their testimony. Conservative Central Office were accused of orchestrating a cover-up. Dale Campbell-Savours MP maintained that he had evidence in the form of a letter and a tape that demonstrated BBC nobbling. Campbell-Savours sent a copy of the tape to Michael Havers, the Attorney General and accused Conservative Central Office of interfering with potential witnesses.

In Dec 1986 Hamilton became PPS to Sir David Mitchell. Mitchell was a Hampshire MP between 1964-97 and was a Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t. His is the father of Andrew Mitchell, who was Chief Whip in Cameron’s Gov’t between 2010-12 and at the centre of Plebgate. Andrew Mitchell’s wife is a Top Doctor.

Hamilton became a Whip in 1990. In June 1990 he was recruited by Derek Laud to work for Strategy Group International for which Hamilton received a fee from Michael Brown.

Hamilton was a keen supporter of Thatcher and after Heseltine’s leadership challenge in Nov 1990 was quoted as saying ‘I fed all my intelligence into her campaign’. My post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’ mentions the degree of socialising that the Hamiltons were doing with Sir Peter Morrison – whose constituency was next to Hamilton’s – at a time when Morrison’s abuse of under-aged boys was openly talked about at social events involving the City of Chester Conservative Association. Between 1992-94 Hamilton was a Minister in Major’s Govt.

During the Cash for Questions scandal it was revealed that Hamilton did not register his consultancy fee from Strategy Network International, that he enjoyed free hospitality at the Ritz Hotel in Paris – owned by al Fayed – had stayed at al Fayed’s castle in Scotland without declaring it and that he had received many thousands of pounds from al Fayed which was handed over in the now infamous brown envelopes.

In the wake of the allegations that flew during Cash for Questions, in Jan 1998 Hamilton launched a libel action against al Fayed. Lord Harris of High Cross raised £100k to help fund the case and many other Tories also donated, including Lord Tim Bell and Simon Heffer. Over £400k was raised. Lord Harris had founded the No Turning Back group in 1985 and had a long association with the economists and think tanks which had exerted such influence on the economic policies of Thatcher’s administrations. He was the founding President of the Institute for Economic Affairs from 1990 until his death in 2006, proposed the idea of an ‘independent’ university and then became a Council member of Buckingham University (1980-85), famously the UK’s first private university. In 2003 Harris was also the Chairman and President of FOREST, the pro-smoking charity which was largely funded by the tobacco industry. Between 2008-2001 Harris was a Director of the Murdoch-owned Times Newspapers. Harris also wrote for the ‘Telegraph’.

Hamilton lost his libel action in Dec 1999 and subsequently filed for bankruptcy.

Following their disgrace and a memorable ‘Guardian’ headline confirming that Neil Hamilton was a liar and a cheat, the Hamiltons reinvented themselves as celebs. The BBC welcomed them with open arms and they appeared regularly on various TV shows, including ‘Have I Got News For You’. Their celebrity status had a downside. In 2001 they were accused of rape and sexual assault by a young woman who it later transpired was quite troubled and enjoyed a rich fantasy life. Her allegations against the Hamiltons were found to be demonstrably untrue – although the Hamiltons were arrested and questioned. The young woman subsequently went to prison, which was probably not the best place for her. However, the identity of the Hamilton’s alibi is noteworthy – it was Derek Laud, who maintained that the Hamiltons were having dinner with him at the time that they were alleged to have assaulted the young woman.

Cash for Questions was one of the key factors that did for John Major’s Gov’t. Another Tory MP who faced allegations of sleaze was Tim Smith who was elected in 1982 and stood down in 1997 after allegations that he received bribes. Smith was known to have accepted cash payments from al Fayed. Tim Smith worked for Leon Brittan in the Home Office 1983-85 and was a N Ireland Minister between Jan and Oct 1994.

 

What is overwhelming obvious here – particularly when considered alongside the information in my previous posts – is what a cradle of filth this was. There were a number of politicians close to Margaret Thatcher at the heart of Gov’t who were utterly unscrupulous and using any means available to them, including the gross abuse of their positions, to line their own pockets. There were some politicians who were known to be abusing young boys and rather more who were using the services of rent boys slightly under the then age of consent without asking any questions at all concerning where those rent boys were coming from. The networks and links – even just the ones that I have detailed on this blog – mean that these activities must have been widely known about in Westminster, as must have been some of the means being used to silence witnesses.

It is striking how many of the people named on this blog as having been involved in child abuse or in keeping it quiet also had careers in the media. Even the Hamiltons who had been utterly disgraced – and that was before the child molesting activities of their mate Peter Morrison became public knowledge – were invited to appear on prime time light entertainment BBC programmes, as though they were simply an entertaining colourful couple rather than a pair of lying, cheating crooks who intimidated anyone who dared take them on. But then there was effectively a deal done between Thatcher’s Gov’t and parts of the media. The BBC was notoriously craven – because it was usually presumed they were terrified of the Gov’t stopping the funding of the BBC via the licence fee. But the BBC was of course also employing and concealing the activities of Savile – who was literally a mate of Thatcher’s. Everybody was doing so much that they shouldn’t have been that no-one dared grass anybody else up. As for the newspapers – well Murdoch and Thatcher had a very obvious deal which I was reminded of when listening to the Radio 4 programme ‘The Reunion’ this morning. They were reminiscing about the Wapping dispute, the means by which Murdoch broke the print unions. The print unions enjoyed the support of many on the left but I don’t think that they should have – their practices were dreadful and involved actively excluding women and ethnic minorities from jobs, as well as large scale fiddling. They were of course happy to keep printing ‘The Sun’ all the way through the Falklands campaign even when it published photos of ‘injured Argies’ and a fictitious interview with a war widow which helped Thatcher to win another election. The print unions only started squealing when Murdoch went after them. He used the anti-union laws that the Thatcher Gov’t had passed to do this – the union was broken when the Courts sequestered their assets. Under Murdoch’s ownership the Times newspapers undoubtedly changed in character with the installation of people like Andrew Neil as editors – all Murdoch’s publications became uncritical defenders of everything that the Conservative Gov’t did. They were never going to publish stories about Thatcher’s aides abusing children and participating in substantial financial corruption, particularly when some of the political figures connected to child abuse were involved with bank-rolling the Conservative Party.

I have mentioned many times in previous posts how the Labour Party stood by impotent – they couldn’t blow the whistle, because so many of their MPs had been Councillors on the London boroughs overseeing the ‘services’ in which the children were sexually abused and then trafficked – to be sexually used by some of the very people whom the Councillors loathed and dearly wanted to see out of office. I have mentioned that some people who later made it big in New Labour actually worked as social workers themselves in those Councils, such as Tessa Jowell and Janet Boateng. This blog has also named a number of ‘radical lawyers’ with connections to the Labour Party who undoubtedly knew what was happening to those kids and the further abuse of them at the hands of the mental health services if they dared complain – lawyers who did not say a word, or even some, such as Patricia Scotland, who actually acted for the state in public inquiries which were no more than massive cover-ups of the abuse of children by public figures. The role of Margaret Hodge as leader of Islington Council whilst the children’s homes were infested with paedophiles has received substantial publicity, but there is one former lawyer who hit the big time with New Labour who is still skilfully hiding away, although her biography suggests that she bloody well knew about all this as well – I am talking about that well-known victim of oppression, Harriet!

Harriet Harman was interviewed by Peter Hennessey on Radio 4 earlier this week and I steeled myself to listen to the whole interview, because I have always suspected that Harriet, daughter of a Harley Street Top Doctor herself and an eternal whinger – referencing very simplistic notions of gender inequality but showing a complete ignorance of class inequality – knew a lot more about institutionalised child abuse than she ever let on. Harriet was famously outed a few years ago as having been involved with the NCCL – along with many of her New Labour mates – whilst NCCL was affiliated with PIE, a group lobbying for paedophiles’ rights. Harriet got very angry indeed and claimed that she was the subject of a smear campaign – and then someone produced a document written for the NCCL by a Harriet Harman in her capacity as their legal officer, which certainly read as though it was arguing for paedophiles rights. See posts ‘The London Connection’ and ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’ for the idiocies of the NCCL and their officers who later became senior figures in New Labour.

I have always accepted that Harriet really is not very bright at all and I could well imagine a young, over-privileged stupid Harriet deciding that she was going to change the world by telling it what to do, only to find herself being used by a bunch of paedophiles’ friends who probably couldn’t believe their luck at stumbling across such a dimwit. I was right! Throughout her interview with Hennessey, Harriet stressed how she wasn’t going to listen to the old fuddy duddies in her family like Lord Longford – she obviously doesn’t understand that she only ended up at the top of the Labour Party because she came from that immensely privileged and well-connected family, it certainly wasn’t through ability – she and her friends were going to change everything and she was delighted to maintain that they did. Some of them even worked whilst they were pregnant, which Harriet pointed out had never been done before – her own mother hadn’t. Harriet – that’s because your mother was Very Posh and could afford not to work. If you had ever read any social history at all, you would know that Poor People have for many generations worked whilst they were pregnant. Likewise, your memories of dressing up in your mother’s barrister’s wig and robes when you were little because she’d put them in your dressing up box was not so much a symbol of your mother’s oppression, it was a Signal to you from your mother of the sort of adult that you were expected to grow up to be. It worked – you are as thick as pig shit but you still became a lawyer and indeed even Solicitor General.

I did however learn a few more things about Harriet from that interview. That she was at York University when Proctor and his mates were there. She mentioned that she was ‘political’ but that the Conservative students at York were foul. Yes and some of them just a few years later did some very interesting things with rent boys and money. Harriet will not have forgotten that she was at York with Proctor et al when they hit the headlines some years later – but she couldn’t say a thing about their activities…

I also learnt that after her stint at NCCL, Harriet worked at Brent Law Centre (1978-82) at a time when the paedophile gangs that supplied the Westminster Paedophile Ring were in full swing. Brent Law Centre will have dealt with child care and mental health cases. In 1984, the complete fuckwittery of Brent Social Services resulted in the death of Jasmine Beckford (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Jasmine was starved and beaten to death by her stepfather – she had been in the care of Brent Social Services for two and a half years before she died. So Brent Social Services were ‘caring’ for Jasmine whilst Harriet worked down the road at the Law Centre leading the way for the nation’s wimmin and planning her future career in the Labour Party. Paul Boateng was also busy in the area at the time and was MP for Brent South (1987-2005). The Paul Boateng who worked in the legal firm that acted for Mary Wynch (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case -Details’) and who is married to Janet Boateng, a former social worker for Lambeth who Chaired the Social Services Committee at the time of the death of Tyra Henry in 1984 (see posts ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’ and ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). Ken Livingstone was busy in the area as well and served as MP for Brent East (1987-2001). The Ken who led the GLC when so many of the kids in it’s care were abused on Ken’s patch or exported to children’s homes in north Wales to be abused. Brent embraces part of Camden – Tessa’s old stomping ground. For details of the many links that those from the London boroughs had to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, see post ‘The London Connection’.

I think that Harriet definitely knew that there was a problem – and her silence meant that her and her mates were not able to ‘change everything’ at all. Harriet didn’t just keep quiet when she was a young woman with an eye on a Labour seat (she was subsequently elected for Peckham, one of the most disadvantaged parts of London. I very much doubt whether the Council there was caring for the kids properly). Harriet’s lips remained sealed when she was an Older Empowered Strong Woman. She was Solicitor General in 2001, shortly after the publication of the Waterhouse Report at the time of the allegations of a huge cover-up. Not a word. In 2005 she was Minister of State for the Dept of Constitutional Affairs and represented Charlie Falconer on the Commons frontbench – whilst Charlie concealed the heap of manure and ensured that anyone who had suffered at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends would have no legal redress by making it impossible to access Legal Aid. Charlie’s withdrawing of Legal Aid also very nearly put the two lawyers in north Wales who were doing a pretty good job of fighting the paedophiles’ friends out of business. Now that would have been a great relief for those we know and love.

When Harriet and her close friend Patricia Hewitt discovered that MI5 had kept files on them as a result of their involvement with NCCL they became very angry, took a case to the European Court of Human Rights and subsequently there was a change in the law. Well Harriet and Patsy were only working for an organisation that was lobbying on behalf of paedophiles whilst there was a problem with senior figures in Gov’t abusing children, children who were later found dead, with the alleged involvement of rogue members of the security services. Why ever would MI5 be keeping files on Harriet and Patsy?

Harriet remains good friends with Patsy to this day. Patsy was formerly the General Secretary of NCCL during it’s Paedophile Period and later became the MP for Leicester West, after Greville Janner stood down. The Greville Janner whom the CPS has admitted should have been prosecuted for abusing boys but wasn’t, for reasons that the CPS have never been able to explain. Keith Vaz – he of the male prostitutes and drugs – also became an MP in Leicester, after a stint working as the senior solicitor for Islington Council in the mid 80s as the paedophile ring operating in the Islington children’s homes ran riot and a further stint working as a solicitor in a Law Centre in Leicester which was funded by Leicester City Council between 1985-87 as the paedophile ring there did it’s best (see post ‘One Of The Safest Pairs Of Hands At The Criminal Bar’ for further details on Keith, his mum and his sister). The paedophile ring in operation in Leicestershire children’s homes had as it’s key figure the social worker Franck Beck who was later imprisoned. It is not only Labour politicians with dirty linen who are drawn to Leicestershire – Harvey Proctor ended up there as well.

During the Hennessey interview Harriet spoke a lot about her battles with the male creatures who clutter up Parliament and explained that the reason why she accepted a place on the front bench when offered one by Neil Kinnock was that Patsy had told her that she ‘had a responsibility’ to sit on the front bench or other wimmin would not believe that it was possible. Thank God we’ve got Harriet to show us the way.

The fuckwittedness of Patsy’s comment had clearly escaped Harriet – whilst Harriet was exercising her responsibilities as a Role Model there was of course a woman PM. Harriet did know this. As she explained her ‘visceral hostility’ to Thatcher to Hennessey, she recounted a little anecdote – that just after her first baby was born (that will have been Joe Dromey who was famously taken into Parliament as a newborn), she was walking down a corridor with her baby when she saw Thatcher approaching. She was so desperate not to allow Thatcher’s ‘eyes to fall on my baby’ that she dived into a side room. Harriet told Hennessey that if that side room hadn’t have been available, she would have covered her baby’s face with a blanket to prevent the wicked witch from giving him the evil eye. I wouldn’t really want any children of mine to be left in the company of Thatcher, but the difference between me and you Harriet is that once I obtained the evidence pointing to a paedophile ring in operation with connections to Westminster that was concealed at the highest levels, I published it as soon as I was in a position to do so. You did not. But then there never was any chance of your child being taken into care by the sort of fuckwitted social worker like Tessa Jowell who were employed in the London boroughs in such great numbers and then being transported to a children’s home in north Wales where he would have been beaten, starved, forced to work free of charge, sexually abused and then trafficked back down to London as a rent boy. That Harriet is why Joe is now a senior research fellow in the IPPR, not stuck in an abusive mental health system, in prison or dead.

Since she released her blockbuster ‘A Woman’s Work’ recently, Harriet has explained that the reason why she never became leader of the Labour Party is of course because she is a woman and Gordon Discriminated. So we all had a lucky escape thanks to Gordon’s entrenched sexism.

There is yet another nightmare scenario looming on the horizon. There is talk in Labour circles of who is going to succeed Jeremy and I am horrified to read that the name being touted about is Emily Thornberry, on the grounds not of her brilliance but that she is of the left and that the next leader ‘must be a woman’.  That’s sounds a rather dogmatic position, but if it has to be a woman, please don’t let that woman be Emily Thornberry. Emily is of course best-known for sending out an offensive and massively damaging tweet whilst she was campaigning – a tweet of a photo of a new-build house draped in numerous flags of St George with a white van parked in the drive. Emily’s tweet suggested that the inhabitant of the said house must be a right wing oik from the lower orders – and the world went apeshit with a backlash. Emily was denounced as the worst example of the Labour metropolitan elite, out of touch with and contemptuous of less privileged people. The damage to the Labour Party was massive, but instead of accepting that she probably shouldn’t try and take a leading role in the Party lest she inflict more damage, Emily conducted a series of media interviews in which she stressed her humble origins as a kid from a council estate. She then continued to appear on TV as a spokesperson for Labour, screwing up badly because she didn’t know salient facts – which she blamed on the sexism of the interviewers. At the same time, much appeared in the press about the very expensive house in which she lives – the same part of Islington as the Blairs, just around the corner from Margaret Hodge -and it was revealed that she owns a number of other not at all cheap properties as well. It was confirmed that for a while as a child Emily had lived on a council estate, although no-one was quite sure when or why – yet her father was an international lawyer, a Professor at King’s College London and UN Assistant Secretary General. Emily’s mother had been a Labour Councillor and the Mayor in Guildford. Emily’s mum had encouraged her to go into politics – Emily became Labour MP (she was selected on an all-woman shortlist) for Islington and Finsbury in 2005. It was also revealed that Emily is married to High Court Judge Sir Christopher Nugee, so she is actually Lady Emily Nugee, but she became very vexed indeed when David Cameron called her that.

As ever though, the right wing press haven’t done their homework – well maybe they have, but unlike Service Shenanigans, there is an elephant in the room that they won’t tackle. Has Sir Christopher Nugee presided over miscarriages of justice? No, he doesn’t seem to have. Has his chambers been involved in anything shameful regarding court cases involving politicians and children? No – although the chambers probably doesn’t have clean hands, it specialises in finance, including off-shore trusts.

The elephant in the room is Emily. Before Emily became an MP she was a barrister, between 1985 and 2005. She worked at Took’s Court Chambers, the chambers of Michael Mansfield. I wrote to Michael Mansfield in 1993 or 1994 and informed him of my prosecution in Bangor Magistrates Court for ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’, after I had complained about law-breaking on the part of the mental health services. I also complimented him on his recently published book ‘Presumed Guilty’, about miscarriages of justice and the abuse of public order legislation – that’s why I wrote to him, I explained that it was that legislation (which Thatcher’s Gov’t had specifically passed to use against striking miners) that was used to prosecute me. I received a reply from Mr Mansfield, but it simply thanked me for my letter and said ‘it is always good to have support’. Michael Mansfield will have known when he read my letter that there had been a recent media storm regarding the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales providing children to politicians and that there were allegations that the police, the social services, the Top Doctors, lawyers, judges and the Welsh Office were involved in a huge cover-up. He will have known that it was a social worker from Bangor, Gwynedd – where I lived, the address was on my letter to him – who had been sacked for blowing the whistle on the paedophile ring. He will have known that a senior police officer, Gordon Anglesea, had been named by two young men on TV as having abused them when they were in Bryn Estyn children’s home and that Gordon Anglesea had launched a libel case against the media outlets that named him and that he was being supported by the Police Federation.

One would have thought that my letter would have had the antennae of the UK’s most high profile radical barrister twitching like mad. Mansfield had defended members of the IRA, acted for the Birmingham Six and given his services to the NUM free of charge during the miners’ strike. He had a reputation as a lawyer who was not afraid to take on the British State at it’s worst. But Mr Mansfield walked straight by on the other side of the road. Although he must have realised that someone had written to him who had evidence that if, pursued, could do serious damage to John Major’s Gov’t as well as to the politicians involved in the previous administrations – including Thatcher herself, who had destroyed his personal friend Scargill. But defending members of the IRA is obviously easier than defending someone under attack from the paedophiles’ friends. Emily was working at Tooks when I sent that letter to Michael Mansfield. Other people who have worked with Mr Mansfied include Helena Kennedy and Patricia Scotland, both stars of this blog and members of the network of paedophiles’ friends…

Not only is Emily one of the paedophiles’ friends, but King’s College London – the home of yet more of the paedophiles’ friends – where Emily’s dad held a Chair, was host to some interesting activities. In the 80s there was a scam going on among some of the students. In order to earn a few quid they were marrying foreign nationals in order for them to acquire permission to enter or remain in the UK. Someone I worked with at St George’s, whilst he had been a physiology student at Kings, had married one of the other students from America to enable her to stay in the UK. He had been paid many thousands of pounds for his service – after the marriage they shared a house whilst leading a separate existence and went their separate ways entirely a few years later, once the legal requirements had been fulfilled. There was also a professor in King’s College School of Medicine who was having sex with his own children. This was openly discussed among the Top Doctors on the London medical scene. No-one suggested any sort of investigation into the Professor of gynaecology concerned.

I think that I’m going to have to devise a classification system for the paedophiles’ friends because there are just so many of them. There’s going to have to be a category of the paedophiles’ bestest friends, such as Arfon Jones, the esteemed North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner and dear old Dafydd and Lucille. Then there will have to be the paedophiles’ very good friends, such as Dr Peter Higson. Then the paedophiles good friends; then the paedophiles’ ‘colleagues’ – a mixed bag, some of whom have no problems with the paedophiles at all but this category also includes some who tolerate them in order to gain personal advancement (a very big category); then the biggest category of all, containing many thousands of people from across the UK in many walks of life – those who knew what the paedophiles were doing but were too spineless to do anything at all, no matter how minor, to stop them. I might also need a sub-category – the paedophiles’ friends who are just in it for the money. I met a few of these at St George’s. They would actually drool over the idea of serious money and say things like ‘ooh I’d love to be rich’ – they reached fever-pitch after visits to the West End when they would catch glimpses of the money-laundering crooks with gangster connections of whom they were so envious. They didn’t like me very much, they accused me of being ‘naive’ and being like I was because I was a sheepshagger from Wales. No you stupid fuckers, it was because I had seen what was happening to those kids who were living in the children’s homes in north Wales and being groomed for sex work in London who dared to complain. I met them in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh didn’t I Dafydd – before they died, went to prison or disappeared off the face of the planet.

 

A couple of weeks ago, someone whose child died at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends was kind enough to thank me for writing this blog and told me that it was probably the most important thing that I’d ever do. This person is a bit hippyish and suggested that I had only survived the attentions of the paedophiles’ friends because the forces of the universe needed me to stay alive to write the story.

It’s nice to be thanked, but I don’t need to be. Writing this blog and exposing every one of them has been an absolute pleasure.

 

MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course…

MRegular followers of this blog will know that I – and some of those commenting on my posts – have been bringing to public attention the appalling hypocrisy of MIND, an organisation claiming to be the ‘voice of the service user’ whilst concealing serious abuses in the mental health services and even entering into ‘partnerships’ with abusive services and individuals  (see posts such as ‘The Mysterious Silence Of MIND’, ‘Newly Discovered – Parabl’ and ‘The Commissioning Of Parabl – And Yet More History’).

I have explained that I first became aware of the corruption of MIND when I went down to see William Bingley, their Legal Director, in 1987 regarding the criminal activities of the north Wales mental health services. Bingley admitted that he knew all about the wrongdoing of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and indeed he knew a lot more than I did. I gave Bingley yet more evidence re Jones et al but not only did Bingley continue to keep quiet regarding Dafydd and co but when Bingley later became Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission, he and that organisation continued to collude with Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X), although they knew about the continued illegal detention of people and abuse of the Mental Health Act in north Wales. I knew from my meeting with Bingley that he knew an awful lot about Dafydd – including the deaths in Dafydd’s ‘care homes’, the allegations that the wrongdoing in north Wales was linked to Freemasonry and the existence of Dafydd’s extensive ‘sex therapy’ practice and the possible purposes of that business. I have no idea whether Bingley knew that Dafydd et al were concealing the paedophile ring that was operating in north Wales at the time though – the paedophile ring that was concealed again at a higher level by Thatcher’s and Major’s Gov’ts. However before Bingley began working for MIND, he worked as a research assistant for Matthew Parris, A Tory MP who had previously worked as Thatcher’s correspondence secretary. A man whose autobiography told of his summer trips – in the company of friends – to a place in Italy that they named the ‘villa of shame’, where they would be visited by ‘boys’ whom Parris described as ‘always willing’. For more background on Parris and his connections, see post ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’.

I had thought that I had previously dug up a substantial amount of shit and compromising info on MIND, but I’ve spent a bit of time doing more research on a few other key figures in that organisation and I’ve found much more worrying info – that organisation has been compromised for decades. Here are a few of the highlights that I have dug up.

The current Chief Exec is the disgusting Paul Farmer whom I have blogged about previously. Farmer’s reputation is plummeting fast as a result of his enthusiasm for MIND to land contracts from the Dept of Work and Pensions, contracts that are all about forcing ‘service users’ into employment that may well be unsuitable and for which they may well be too ill. Farmer’s enormous salary has also been made public by disability activists – he trousers in excess of £100k pa for his role as the Voice of the Service User – and I’m delighted to say that this unscrupulous git has been met with protests on his travels around the UK. I was expecting the BBC to wheel him out for him to give his comments regarding the latest round of bad news re the UK’s mental health services, but mercifully we were spared that for once. Had he done the rounds of the BBC studios perhaps somebody would have finally asked him why he and his lame organisation have kept so quiet about the crisis – which has been evident for many years. Of course Farmer also knew all about the criminal activities of the north Wales mental health services many years ago. When I wrote to Peter Hain in his capacity as Secretary of State for Wales in approx. 2005 giving him full details of what had happened to me t the hands of the mental health services, I cc’d the letter to the Chief Exec of Rethink (I didn’t cc it to MIND because I knew that they were ignoring what was happening in north Wales) – who at the time was one Paul Farmer. I never received a response, although a few months later Farmer then became Chief Exec of MIND!

But what of previous CEOs of MIND? Before Farmer, the CEO was Richard Brook, who was appointed in 2001. Brook was CEO when I e mailed MIND HQ about the assaults being carried out by Hergest Unit staff on patients – only to receive an e mail back written as though it was to a small child telling me that what I had to do was go to the yellow pages and look up ‘solicitors’ and go and talk to one of them…. At this time the ‘service user reps’ for the Hergest were heavily involved with MIND – those reps who wet themselves at the thought of confronting Hergest staff and managers concerning the gross abuses that were endemic. One of those ‘service user reps’ admitted to me that she knew that residents in Prestwood Homes were being abused – furthermore, Prestwood Homes were taking full advantage of free MIND facilities such as walking groups, drop in centres etc without paying MIND a penny, although Prestwood were charging thousands of quid a week for a ‘placement’. Somebody else involved with MIND knew about the abuse of residents at Prestwood as well – Geoff Lees, who is now Director of Vale of Clwyd MIND. I told him about it, whilst he was still working as a social work tutor at Coleg Menai in Bangor. I know that a number of other people told him what was going on at Prestwood as well. For details of the horrors at Prestwood and the unfortunate death of a young woman support worker there who witnessed even more that I did, see posts ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ and ‘The Commissioning Of Parabl – And Yet More History’.

Richard Brook was able to publicise unacceptable practice if he felt like it though. In 2004 the ‘Daily Mail’ ran an article entitled ‘Why I Resigned Over This Disgraceful Happy Pill Cover-Up’. The article explained that Brook had resigned from the MHRA (Medicines and Healthcare Products Regulation Authority) after he discovered that they had known about the side effects of the anti-depressant Seroxat but had not publicised them. Brook claimed that he had been threatened with legal action by Prof Kent Woods, the CEO of the MHRA, if he revealed that the MHRA had been ‘sitting on’ it’s knowledge of Seroxat’s side effects. Brook stated that MIND had been ‘tracking Seroxat’ for a decade’. So MIND knew about Seroxat and it’s problems as well then – but then they’d known about the problems in north Wales since 1979 at least, when Mary Wynch was illegally arrested and imprisoned (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’) and had done or said nothing. In this article, Brook mentions the ‘Panorama’ programme about Seroxat that had been screened the year before – that will be the programme that featured Dr David Healy, who worked at the Hergest Unit! So MIND had got into bed (so to speak) with two psychiatrists from north Wales – Dafydd, who years before had been involved with MIND and David, as he Bravely Spoke Out. Brook told the Mail that following the ‘Panorama’ programme, MIND held a demo outside the offices of the MHRA. As opposed to outside of the Hergest Unit, where patients were being assaulted, framed for serious crimes, refused treatment no matter how ill they were and were committing suicide.

Brook maintains that he went to see the Health Minister Lord Warner to tell him of his concerns regarding SSRIs and Warner told him that he would speak to the MHRA. Warner then simply issued a guide to doctors detailing the max recommended dose of Seroxat (that must have been why Dr Richard Tranter, Healy’s friend, protégé and PhD student prescribed a friend of mine three times the maximum recommended dose of Seroxat then). It was at this point that the man of principle Brook resigned from the MHRA. Brook told the Mail that there was an urgent need for an inquiry into the MHRA and stated that many people involved with the MHRA also have connections to the pharmaceutical industry. Which is true – but then MIND’s hands are as dirty as those of any advisor to the pharmaceutical industry.

In Jan 2006 Brook featured in a BBC News online report and commented on the mental health of people living in rural areas. He stated that ‘the extent of mental health problems in the countryside is likely to be hidden’ – it was in north Wales, it was hidden by MIND, they knew that huge numbers of people were being given a diagnosis of ‘borderline personality disorder’ and refused care after being told that they were ‘untreatable’. At the time the area served by the Hergest Unit had the second highest rate of suicide for women in England and Wales.

After defending people with mental health problems so successively, upon leaving MIND Brook was appointed CEO of the newly created Office of the Public Guardian! Just the sort of person that was needed in such a position obviously. After a year guarding the public, Brook then became CEO of the deaf-blind charity SENSE.

MIND’s CEO before Brook was Judi Clements, who was in post between 1992-2001. So she oversaw those crazy years in which I was repeatedly arrested by the mental health services for ludicrous reasons, in which Dafydd resisted efforts to shut down the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and for his pains walked away with the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for North Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’) – the years which also saw the massive cover-up of the paedophile ring in north Wales which was the Waterhouse Report, in the wake of which a lot of people who’d been victims of that gang as children were found dead after becoming ‘users’ of the mental health services. Judi’s tenure also spanned the years in which Prestwood Homes were established and became big business within just a few months, what with the constant supply of vulnerable people from secure hospitals available for Prestwood to traffic them…

Something must have happened on Judi’s watch, because there is virtually no info from MIND available about Judi, it’s as though she never passed through their doors. However, there is some info about her in an article in HSJ from 2010. HSJ told us that after being Chief Exec of MIND for nine years, she was leaving due to health related problems, namely diabetes and arthritis. A David Peryer, the Chair of Trustees of MIND, stated that Judi would be ‘sorely missed’ – so that’s why they subsequently air-brushed her out of history. Preyrer mentioned that MIND was currently undergoing restructuring to concentrate on ‘supporting local offices’. These were of course the ‘local offices’ which included those in north Wales who were so helpfully providing free services to Prestwood Homes and who then began entering ‘partnerships’ with CAIS to provide yet more ‘services’ after being handed contracts by the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board – many of whose former staff and their friends were now working with MIND.

Judi didn’t just leave MIND, she did a Richard Tranter and left the UK for New Zealand. Despite the diabetes and the arthritis, Judi seems to have bounced back and in 2005 when she relocated to New Zealand, she landed a job as Chief Exec of the Mental Health Foundation over there. She ‘moved on’ in 2015. In Feb 2015 Judi featured on the website of the New Zealand Law Society, promoting her forthcoming seminar on Mindfulness for the New Zealand Law Society Auckland Branch. On this website Judi was described as an ‘experienced Chief Exec in the NGO sector’ with a ‘background in law, social policy, housing, local government and management practice’. It was explained that ‘after a successful career in local government service management, policy and practice development, Judi moved to the NGO sector’. So which failing local authority did Judi work for prior to keeping the lid on the barrel of shit in MIND then? Judi has an LLB – so she will recognise serious crime when she sees it. Or indeed conceals it – or even facilitates it.

Judi has sat on ‘several Gov’t advisory groups covering mental health, social policy and NGO development’.

Between 1989 and 1992, Ros Hepplewhite was Chief Exec of MIND. Whose reign also spanned the Dafydd years, but then the Dafydd years have gone on for the last five decades so everyone’s implicated where Dafydd is concerned. So perhaps it’s more helpful to mention that Ros’s reign spanned the period of time during which St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital colluded with Dafydd – although they knew what he was up – to in his attempts to have me labelled dangerous and banged up. The early 1990s of course also saw allegations that a paedophile ring was active in north Wales involving political figures appear in the London based media. Dafydd and his mistress Lucille Hughes were concealing and facilitating this paedophile ring – it was Dafydd and Lucille to whom St George’s Hospital and Springfield turned for ‘evidence’ of my dangerousness. It was in 1992 that five people with connections to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed in an arson attack on a flat in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs). So Ros was pretty close to some serious action.

However I can’t find any references to Ros’s activities at MIND. Although Ros did hit the headlines after she left MIND. In 1993 Ros was appointed CEO of the Child Support Agency – which was a Gov’t disaster as big as the NHS IT system that had to be shelved after a few billion had been spent on it. Although unlike the CSA, the failed NHS IT system was not thought to have contributed to anyone’s suicide…Ros was famously removed from her post and the CSA metamorphosed into something else because Gov’t could not withstand the embarrassment any longer.

I have found a reference to Ros on the blog of the Labour MEP for London, Mary Honeyball. Mary’s post dated Jan 11 2010 discusses examples of what she believed was outrageous sexism. Honeyball believes that Ros was removed from her post as a result of such sexism – nothing to do with the suicides of distraught parents then, or the numerous parents who were never able to collect their maintenance payments, or the absent parents who used every trick in the book not to pay up leaving their former partners destitute whilst the CSA refused to listen to their pleas for help… Tragedies as a result of the chaos that was the CSA involved both men and women – and of course the children. Honeyball entertainingly stated that Dame Barbara Mills the DPP was also the victim of sexism. Babs has featured on this blog previously – she was the DPP whilst the CPS found excuse after excuse not to mount prosecutions against numerous paedophiles despite stacks of evidence being presented (see post ‘A Future Leader Of The Labour Party’). Mary Honeyball also extended her ‘sympathies’ to the former Home Secretary Jaqui Smith, who was ‘hounded’ for being a ‘high profile woman’. No, Jaqui Smith became a source of national entertainment when it was revealed that her husband had rented porn films, the cost of which Jaqui had then reclaimed on her Parliamentary expenses. In a desperate attempt to salvage herself in the eyes of a nation rolling around laughing, Jaqui then tried to construct herself as a latter day Mary Whitehouse and began speaking out about Porn and Sex, which culminated in her presenting a documentary about prostitution. Unfortunately she did this whilst wearing one of those brightly coloured plastic macs when she was filmed under street lamps, which caused one of the better Radio 4 comedians – it might have been Sue Perkins – to comment that Jaqui looked like something out of ‘Band of Gold’.

Mary Honeyball ends her post by explaining that she speaks as someone ‘who ran’ the Association of Chief Officers of Probation in the mid-90s – she mentions that she didn’t have a background in probation, but that she was appointed on the basis of her other talents. So that’s why at that time some of those accused of molesting children in north Wales or failing to act when their colleagues were molesting children found it possible to move into careers with the Probation Service.

Ros Hepplewhite was CEO of MIND whilst the most dreadful scandals involving the abuse and even murder of patients occurred at Ashworth and Broadmoor. Don’t remember the Voice of the Service Users saying much about all that at the time.

At the time of my initial encounters with Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in the mid-80s, the CEO of MIND was Christopher Heginbotham – he’d been appointed CEO in 1982. He was in post at the time that I had my meeting with William Bingley. I suspect that Chris and Bingley might have been chums – Heginbotham was appointed CEO in 1982. Bingley was working as lobbyist for MIND at that time and landed his plum full time post there in 1983. Bingley’s mother Lady Juliet Bingley was also a bigwig in MIND and was Chair 1978-84. Furthermore Heginbotham departed from MIND in 1989 – Bingley ‘moved on’ into the post as Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission in 1990. Bingley eventually wound up in the Chair of Mental Health Law and Ethics at the University of Central Lancashire and then in a role at the University of Cumbria after resigning from his post as Chair of an NHS Trust when a few awkward questions were asked about his business interests. Heginbotham also eventually secured a position at the University of Cumbria. References to William Bingley seemed to have disappeared from the MIND website recently, but I know that MIND named a building after him in Lancashire, ‘William Bingley House’. I wonder if it’ll be a bit like the fall out after Jimmy Savile’s death and MIND will end up renaming the building in a desperate attempt to pretend that they’d never met Bingley? But guess what? Heginbotham ended up in Lancashire too – where I presume that he still is.

Bingley and Heginbotham were at MIND when Savile was appointed General Manager of Broadmoor. I do not remember them questioning the appointment. What’s the betting that there’s some photos somewhere of dear old Jim with folk from MIND that are now well hidden? Should anyone know of any, please do let me know…

Heginbotham is a Director of something called ‘Values Based Commissioning Ltd’ in Lancashire, which began life in 2011. The other Director is a Christine Heginbotham. It is described as ‘health and social care consultancy’. Christopher Heginbotham has also published a book on Values Based Commissioning of Health and Social Care. So what is this all about?

According to an article in HSJ from June 2013, ‘Values Based Commissioning’ (VbC) ‘aims to put users’ views at the heart of reshaping services’. The discussion concerns the commissioning of mental health services by CCGs (Clinical Commissioning Groups) and it is explained that ‘expertise’ in this area is ‘varied’. However, as readers may have guessed, a few aficionados are on hand to help! HSJ quotes words of wisdom from Rethink’s Associate Director of Policy, Research and Campaigning, Victoria Bleazard, as well as Sophie Corlett, Director of External Relations at MIND. A Joint Commissioning Panel on Mental Health (JCPMH) was established in 2011, which is co-chaired by the Royal Colleges of Psychiatrists and General Practitioners – this Panel produced ‘guidance’. VbC is ‘a new type of commissioning’ (which must be why it involves the same old people and institutions as the previous commissioning did), ‘prioritising service users’ values and experiences’ (the Royal Colleges mentioned, Rethink and MIND have such good track records in that area don’t they).

HSJ identifies a Dr Neil Deuchar as the architect and champion of VbC – he’s a psychiatrist from Birmingham, a specialist advisor on commissioning and JCPMH Co-Chair. The other Co-Chair is Liz England, a GP who is Mental Health Lead for a Locality Care Group within a CCG and National Institute for Health Research Clinical Lecturer at the University of Birmingham. Deuchar is quoted as saying that ‘patient power is the key’ and that ‘co-production between patient and carer groups, clinicians and commissioners is vital’. There then follows a bit of asinine text headed by the words ‘what do service users think?’

So Christopher Heginbotham saw an opportunity then – an insane system was devised by a Gov’t that had relied on the likes of Heginbotham and his mates at MIND for advice, this insane system was then explained to the world by HSJ and promoted by MIND and their friends, by which time Heginbotham had written his book and set up his company – presumably with Mrs Heginbotham – to serve the insane system. The insane system was entirely dependent at every stage on the involvement of the very same people and institutions that were colluding with the likes of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Is it surprising that five years down the line we have Sir James Munby, the President of the Family Courts, hitting the roof because there is virtually no provision in the whole of the UK for a suicidal 17 year old girl who is due to be released from ‘secure custody’? Although no-one has explained why a girl in her state is IN secure custody, allegedly alone in a seclusion room from which everything has been removed except a mattress on the floor. That’s going to do her a power of good isn’t it. Furthermore I guarantee that I know how that barbaric regime will be described on that girl’s records – there will be a reference to her being ‘nursed’. I have heard mental health nurses taking about ‘nursing’ people in ‘seclusion’ or ‘nursing’ them ‘on a mattress on the floor’. The whole system is completely nuts and the people working within it have been sent nuts by it if they weren’t already nuts when they took up their employment.

If readers have been impressed by the calibre of MIND CEOs described so far, hold on to your hats whilst I tell you about Heginbotham’s predecessor, Tony Smythe, CEO from 1974-82.  Smythe’s incumbency pre-dated the internet, but Smythe was quite something and info about him is still available online. Smythe’s full name was Clifford Anthony Smythe. He categorised himself as a radical anarcho-pacifist until the day that he died in 2004 and was involved with a number of political causes. He was appointed General Secretary of the NCCL in 1966, a post that he held until 1971. It was in the 70s that it became clear that the NCCL had been infiltrated by paedophiles who had conflated their cause with gay liberation – paedophiles also infiltrated the Campaign for Homosexual Equality (CHE) at this time and a number of those guilty of abusing children in north Wales were active in CHE. Smythe was at one point Vice-President of CHE. In 1971 Smythe became involved with MIND. His obituary describes him as establishing an ‘executive committee’ which led to ‘service users becoming involved in management and policy decisions’ and that this ‘chimed with Tony’s anarchist belief’.

Now this talk of the active involvement of ‘service users’ also surrounds Bingley and his mother. Which ‘service users’ do people think that the Bingleys and Smythe liberated? Psychiatry was dreadful in the 70s and early 80s – it was particularly gross in north Wales but it was pretty grim everywhere else as well. There is no way that ‘service users’ had any voice anywhere in the 70s – who are MIND actually talking about? Radical ideas were bandied around by people like Laing et al but these ideas didn’t touch mainstream psychiatric practice – it is dishonest to pretend that they did.  I am wondering if all this guff about the active involvement of ‘service users’ in MIND is simply a glorified reference to one or two influential people in the organisation who may have had mental health problems themselves at some point. Of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones told everyone that he suffered from a ‘nervous illness’ himself – it was a good excuse when he was challenged about his appalling conduct.

CHE was usually led by people who were gay themselves, so I was interested to read that Smythe had a ‘lifelong partner’ Jeanne and five daughters. Jeanne died in 2001.

Smythe and Jeanne were involved with Haringey MIND long after Smythe had stepped down from his post as CEO. Tony Smythe was listed as a Director of Haringey MIND between 1998-2000 and Jeanne between 1990-92 and between 1996-97.

I have mentioned previously that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had a contact in Haringey Social Services – when I finally got out of the North Wales Hospital in Jan 1987, he told me that he had rung Haringey Social Services to ‘let them know’ that I would be living on their patch. This was not any sort of referral for aftercare – this was just the way that Dafydd conducted himself. I have also mentioned that I now have copies of letters between Alun Davies, the manager of the mental health services in Gwynedd and Laurie Wood, the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, in which they discuss their ‘friend’ at St George’s trying to find out which dept I was working in when I started working there in 1989 – there is also a reference to their friend accessing mail that was sent to me at St George’s in an attempt to discover my home address. There is no clue as to the identity of this friend in my documents, but whilst I was working at St George’s I was visited by a junior doctor called Jimmy Schroff who had come to find me because he’d heard that there was a girl from Bangor working there – Jimmy Schroff seemed to know everyone whom I had made a complaint about in north Wales and furthermore he had done his GP training in the practice of Dr D.G.E. Wood (see post ‘St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989/1990’). Jimmy Schroff died some years ago – his widow works at the Betsi.

Tony Smythe was also a Director of an organisation on the Embankment called Reach Volunteering in 1990/91. In 1992 and again between 1995-2001 Jeanne was a Director of ‘an inclusive community hub’ called the Markfield Project.

Tony Smythe kept interesting company. He was acquainted with an actress called Adrienne Corri who died in 2016. Corri had a cult following and was noted for being rather excessive, sometimes swearing aggressively at her own audiences. She was friends with Ronnie and Reggie Kray. In the days before they were both banged up when it dawned upon everyone that despite hanging out with Barbara Windsor and Adrianne Corri they were a pair of vicious thugs. Who had also murdered people. Ronnie of course ended up in Broadmoor and there was a lot of huffing and puffing from some Tory MPs when it was revealed in the press that he had superstar status in Broadmoor, was politely called Mr Kray by the prison officers (who according to the likes of Professor Robert Bluglass were ‘nurses’) who generally pandered to him. What the Tories expected from an institution which Edwina Currie had appointed Jimmy Savile to run I do not know. Perhaps they should have taken a bit of notice of the other patients who complained that they were being beaten up and sexually abused by the ‘nurses’. As well as by Savile.

In 1968 whilst Tony Smythe was still leading the NCCL, they sponsored a production of Samuel Beckett’s play ‘Come and Go’ which starred Adrienne Corri. It was advertised as ‘gala entertainment concerning depravity and corruption’. The evening included other entertainment as well and was compered by George Melly. The George Melly who was famously promiscuous but whose wife was very tolerant of his desire for an open marriage. Much has been written about Melly’s bisexuality and his penchant for numerous extra-marital relationships, but his wife was I suspect much more tolerant than most people realised. Many years ago, George Melly came to do a gig at Theatre Gwynedd in Bangor. I know a man who was at the time of Melly’s performance in Bangor 16 yrs old. Melly paid to have sex with him. This was whilst the age of consent for gays was still 21. I have never seen Melly’s name included among the Rolfs or the Saviles or the Gary Glitters, which is extraordinary, particularly as some years before he died Melly gave an interview to a newspaper mentioning how much he enjoyed caressing the thighs of pre-pubescent boys. Yet no-one commented on this at all. Melly retired to Wales of course – to the Brecon Beacons.

Tony Smythe’s years as CEO of MIND covered the period of time which saw Mary Wynch unlawfully arrested and illegally detained in Denbigh for a year by Dafydd. Whilst she was in Denbigh Mary told me that she witnessed the patients in Dafydd’s ‘young people’s ward’ having sex with each other – after being encouraged to do so by Dafydd – whilst the nurses watched the show. Mary approached MIND for advice regarding her unlawful imprisonment. William Bingley admitted to me that MIND received grant funding from Gwynedd Health Authority and that Dafydd wrote to MIND telling them that he would block their dosh from Gwynedd if they advised Mary. Bingley told me that they didn’t succumb to Dafydd’s threats. However I now know that Bingley wasn’t in the least bit truthful regarding his stories of fighting for patients rights. What’s the betting that they slung Mary overboard lest they lost their dosh from Gwynedd Health Authority? Bingley also admitted to me that Dafydd had been a ‘leading light’ in MIND himself in the 1960s.

The General Secretary of MIND immediately prior to Smythe was Mary Appleby. She was CEO from 1951-74. Whilst Dafydd was a leading light in MIND! At the same time that Gwynne was lobotomising people and the paedophile ring was growing and growing, assisted by John Allen’s collection of children’s homes, the Bryn Alyn Community, which was doing a roaring trade in accepting children from across the UK but particularly from the London boroughs and the West Midlands…

Appleby died in 2013 and her obituary in the ‘Guardian’ mentioned that she became involved in MIND because there were mental health issues in her family. The ‘Guardian’ tells us that it was as a result of Mary’s efforts that MIND (then still called the National Association for Mental Health) became hugely influential, employing 200 people and was consulted by the Gov’t, the judiciary, the NHS and social workers’ organisations. In the early 70s a group of Scientologists tried to join MIND. Scientologists, although they are a rather eccentric group of people themselves, famously loathe psychiatry. They attempted to join MIND after alleging that psychiatrists were illegally imprisoning people, torturing people and were ‘carrying out perversions’. Mary fought the Scientologists in the High Court to keep them out of MIND. However, she allowed Dafydd to remain in.

Mary Appleby worked in both the War Office and the Foreign Office. She Chaired the Bench of Magistrates in an inner London juvenile Court for many years. She contributed to Gov’t Inquiries on mental health and social services. She sat on the appeals panel for the BBC and ITV and was a Member of the Immigration Appeals Tribunals. She also sat on the Selection Committee for the Civil Service. A pretty well-connected and influential lady then – even at Whitehall level.

Tony Smythe took over from Mary Appleby in 1974, but Appleby remained a Vice-President of MIND until her death in 2013. She will have not only had substantial influence regarding the appointment of Smythe, but she wielded considerable influence over that organisation for decades. She will have known exactly what sort of people were being appointed, what they were getting up to and indeed what they were concealing, ignoring or colluding with.

 

So what about those who have Chaired MIND? Let’s take a look at some of them….

Between 1969-78 Christopher Mayhew MP was Chair. Mayhew spent many years as a Labour MP but in 1974 he defected to the Liberals. In 1974 the Liberal MP Cyril Smith was busy abusing boys (and had been for some years) but it is now admitted that there was assistance from the security services in ensuring that he was never prosecuted (see post ‘Dr Death’). Mayhew is perhaps most famous however for taking part in a mescaline experiment in 1955 with Dr Humphrey Osmond. The plan was to film Mayhew on a mescaline trip for ‘Panorama’ but the programme was never broadcast. Humphrey Osmond was a psychiatrist who was well-known for his research into hallucinogens and schizophrenia – he was the man who administered mescaline to Aldous Huxley in the 50s which resulted in Aldous Huxley writing ‘The Doors of Perception’. Osmond also experimented with peyote when he went to stay with Native Americans.

So Mayhew was a man up for experimentation. He was given a peerage in 1981.

Between 1978 and 1984, William Bingley’s mother Lady Juliet Bingley was Chair. Juliet Bingley grew up in Harley Street – her father was a surgeon at Barts. She studied social administration at the LSE, during which time she undertook a placement in Liverpool at the Personal Services Society. In 1945 she qualified as a medical almoner (what we would now call a social worker). Her first job was at Barts. Juliet Bingley was married to Admiral Sir Alec Bingley who in 1959 was appointed NATO commander-in-chief of the Royal Navy’s Mediterranean fleet in Malta. The family only spent three years in Malta but Juliet got to work out there. She became involved in the development of health services for elderly people – but she was also good mates with the former Prime Minister of Malta, Dom Mintoff. Mintoff had just resigned as PM, which meant that Malta was under direct rule from London – Juliet became the ‘messenger’ between Mintoff and the London Gov’t and continued to play this role throughout the 70s and 80s during the various crises in Anglo-Maltese relations. Alec Bingley died in 1972 which was when Juliet became involved with MIND. She was initially Chair of the Local Associations Committee before becoming Chair of the whole organisation. In 1973 she also took up a post as medical social worker at St Marks, a hospital for gastro-intestinal disorders in London and was Chair of the Heads of Departments Committee there.

Juliet Bingley was busy with other charity work as well as MIND. In 1979 she founded the National Association for Colitis and Chrohns and she was also a founding Trustee of the Carr-Gomm Society, a charity now working for the homeless.

Well with a mum and dad with backgrounds and connections like that William Bingley was certainly not going to do anything to put Dafydd out of action whilst he and Lucille facilitated a paedophile ring supplying boys to Westminster figures and others in London who were enjoying the protection of the security services at the time. Come to think of it I don’t think that Juliet would have been particularly inclined to put a stop to Dafydd’s activities either – and she was incredibly well-connected among the very Top of the Top Doctors as well as the highest echelons of Gov’t should she need to protect him…

How did the Bingley clan ever manage to convince anyone that they were the Voice of the Service Users?

The person who succeeded Juliet as Chair of MIND was Lord David Ennals – he was Chair between 1984-89. Ennals was a Labour politician. In 1967 he was appointed Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State in the Home Office under Jim Callaghan. The Home Office that was at that time directly managing Bryn Estyn, where a brutal regime overseeing the violent sexual abuse of teenaged boys was becoming established. Ennals became Minister of State for Social Services in 1969. He lost his seat in 1970 and it was then that he became the ‘Mind campaign’ Director for the National Association of Mental Health. This campaign was established to fundraise but also to clarify the policies and aims of the organisation – as a result of the campaign in 1972 the charity changed it’s name to MIND. It was whilst Ennals was Chair that Tony Smythe was appointed Chief Exec – supposedly on the basis of his ‘human rights’ experience. Ennals remained campaign director until 1973 and was re-elected to Parliament in 1974. He lost his seat again in 1983 and was elevated to the Lords – then he popped back to MIND again to become Chair.

Ennals has a few close relatives who are worth mentioning. His younger brother Martin was a human rights activist and Secretary-General of Amnesty International. His son Paul has fingers in numerous pies.

Sir Paul Ennals was Chief Exec of the National Children’s Bureau (NCB) between 1998-2011. That’s the NCB to whom Peter Righton, a social care expert and academic who was a founder member of PIE and a convicted paedophile, acted as a ‘consultant’ (see post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’). Despite such worrying connections, the NCB, being an umbrella organisation, has links with many other organisations, including Barnardos – some of those involved with child abuse in north Wales had worked for Barnardos. The NCB also collaborates with the NSPCC – which works with Esther Rantzen’s Childline (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’ for the questionable background of Valerie Howarth, the first Chief Exec of Childline) – and works in partnership with the Department of Health.

Paul Ennals is Chair of Haringey Local Safeguarding Children Board; South Tyneside Local Safeguarding Children Board; Gateshead Local Safeguarding Children Board; Sunderland Local Safeguarding Children Board. I do not know why Ennals has interests in both Haringey and the north east of England but I presume that he does a lot of commuting. If anyone living in the north east hopes to escape Paul Ennals’s safeguarding when they hit 18, they’ll be disappointed – he also Chairs the Safeguarding Adults Board of Gateshead and South Tyneside.

Before Ennals was involved with the NCB he was Director of Employment at the RNIB. He has Chaired or played a leading role on numerous Gov’t taskforces, working groups etc concerned with SEN, disabled or very young children.

Between 1994-2001 David Peryer was Chair of MIND. Peryer had previously been Director of Humberside Social Services. On 23 April 1998 Peryer gave evidence to the Select Committee on Health, along with Liz Sayce (Policy Director of MIND), Peter Wilson and Dinah Morley. Wilson had been Director of Young Minds for six years, was a child psychotherapist and had ‘many’ many years ago’ been a social worker. He had also worked in child and adolescent mental health at another institution familiar to readers of this blog, the Maudsley. In addition Wilson stated that he had worked in ‘child guidance’ in London. Dinah Morley was the ‘professional services manager’ for Young Minds. She had previously been the Assistant Director of an unidentified London borough, responsible for mental health and children’s services. Before that she ran a multi-disciplinary mental health team. She is also a member of a Health Authority.

So these witnesses all had vast experience of working in organisations and fields that had screwed up badly. Indeed Peryer told the Committee that he began working the field of child protection in 1977 in East Sussex, ‘shortly after the Maria Colwell case’. Maria Colwell was the first high profile death of a child in recent decades that was attributed to the fuckwittery of the welfare services.

The Committee were happy to rely on the advice of this bunch nonetheless. Liz Sayce in particular had a lot to say to the Committee. She was keen to tell the Committee of the sort of problems that ‘service users bring to us’ – did they include abusive psychiatrists, mental health staff perjuring themselves in order to secure convictions against them or their illegal detention in secure units? No, the service users complained of being bored in day hospitals. So Liz recommended that day hospitals should be shut and service users encouraged to attend college. I remember the results of Sayce’s recommendations well. The day hospitals were indeed closed down – nothing replaced them, so service users had nowhere to go at all and lost touch with their friends whom they used to meet in the day hospitals. So service users ended up being bored at home, alone. In the two years following the closure of the day hospital at the Hergest Unit, service users could be seen hanging about in the local towns destitute. A number of them died. As for ‘going to college’ – well a very small number of ‘service users’ benefited greatly from this and it turned their lives around. However Sayce’s ‘encouragement’ of such activity was interpreted by mental health teams as ‘coercion’ and certainly in north Wales numerous ‘service users’ were frog marched into college courses – they were told that they would lose social services support if they didn’t ‘take responsibility for getting better’ and enrol. Many of them did not have the academic ability needed for the courses that they had been coerced into joining and even more of them were far too fragile emotionally to cope with a college course. I knew of one course in which at the beginning of term about 15 service users enrolled at the behest of their mental health teams – every one of them withdrew before the course was half-way through and two of them were so distressed that instead of handing in essays to their tutor they handed in suicide notes and accounts of how they had been sexually abused by members of their chapel when they were children. The college ‘counselling service’ was in no way equipped to deal with the difficulties that these students were encountering. Not that the mental health team cared – once the ‘service user’ had enrolled, the mental health team ticked a box marked ‘recovered’ and forgot about them. A lot of ‘service users’ paid a very high price as a result of Liz Sayce’s advice.

No-one noticed – Sayce fucked up peoples lives all over again a few years later once she had been appointed Chief Exec of the Disability Rights Commission and a leading light on the UK Commission for Employment and Skills. It was Sayce that advised the Gov’t – what with her unique insight and being the Voice of the Service User – to close the Remploy factories on the grounds that they were ghettoes. Hundreds of Remploy staff volubly protested that they loved working at Remploy, that their disabilities were such that they couldn’t hold down other jobs – Remploy staff came forward with the most harrowing accounts of their mistreatment in previous workplaces and begged for Remploy to be reprieved. But Nurse Liz knew best and in 2012 told anyone who would listen in no uncertain terms that Service Users must be Included, that Remploy was Old Fashioned and that the Gov’t proposed Access To Work Fund was far more Empowering (it was also much cheaper and merely involved chucking a few hundred quid at a few service users to pay for simple adaptions on things like cars). The Gov’t followed Sayce’s advice and shut the Remploy factories down. Many of the former Remploy staff never worked again and are now on benefits. Furthermore I think that Theresa May et al are now proposing to whittle away at the Access To Work Fund anyway.

The Gov’t is still grappling with the advice that Liz gave them in 1998 – she recommended that health care and social care should NOT be merged. That’s why there is still such extreme inequity in the treatment of those people classed as needing ‘social care’ as compared to those whose needs are categorised as ‘medical’. But somebody was stupid enough to allow Liz to ‘lead’ on creating the Disability Agenda forming the basis of policy for the next two decades….

In Jan 2017 Liz announced her retirement from the Disability Rights Commission – she’d been shortlisted for a post as a Disability Commissioner on the European Human Rights Commission! For fuckwittery, arrogance and sheer irresponsibility, Liz is only matched by Rachel Perkins.

In 2001 David Henry took over as Chair. I can find no info about David Henry at all other than that whilst he was Chair of MIND he was given two free tickets worth £1,500 for the opening ceremony to some grand event in his capacity as ‘leader’ of a UK charity.

The present Chair, Ryan Campbell, has been in post since 2012. He was formerly the CEO of a ‘drug, alcohol and mental health charity in the south east of England’ and is currently the CEO of Demelza Hospice Care in Hindhead, Surrey. Ryan was previously involved with Age Concern and has been an expert advisor to Gov’t on the development of health services; is the author of DoH guidance to commissioning in the Third Sector; has been an advisor and taskforce member to DoH guidance on High Impact Changes in Health and Social Care (2008); and was the UK rep to the International Network for the Prevention of Elder Abuse.

Ryan is also a member of something called the ‘Association of Chairs’, which seems to be no more than a collection of freeloading dipsticks who become Chairs of outfits like MIND. Ryan explains on their website that he joined the Association ‘because I need a network’. Of course you do Ryan. To propel you onwards and upwards in the face of your dismal performance in order that one day you too can bag a seat in the Lords or a place on the EHRC alongside Rachel bloody Perkins.

 

It is because of people like this lot that so many other people are dying and suffering in the UK’s health and welfare system.

 

NB. BBC News Wales and the ‘Daily Post’ online are reporting that there is pressure on Wales to provide ‘fix rooms’ in which drug users can inject heroin. North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner Arfon Jones – he who as a young PC chauffeured Gordon Anglesea to the venues at which Anglesea molested boys and who many years later as Police and Crime Commissioner ‘made a mistake’ which resulted in Anglesea’s widow receiving 50% of his police pension although Anglesea died in prison as a convicted child abuser – is fully in support of the idea. Well it’s another great business opportunity for Dafydd and Lucille at CAIS – they can provide shooting galleries in which the CAIS clients can inject the goodies which they have been sold by their ‘peer guides’ and draw down a grant from the Welsh Gov’t to fund it all! I used to know someone who always quipped that CAIS stood for ‘Come And Inject Some’.

Anyone for co-production?

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