Rejoice!

Radio 4 announced this morning that Baroness Jean Trumpington aka Trumpers has died. I can only echo the sentiments of Trumpers’s mate Thatch during the Falklands conflict when South Georgia was recaptured in April 1982: Rejoice!

 

Trumpers enjoyed so many biographical highlights that I will refer readers to my post on the life and career of Trumpers, ’95 Glorious Years!’ for full details, but Trumpers’ greatest achievement was surely during her time as a junior Health Minister when she appointed Jimmy Savile to a senior management post at Broadmoor Hospital, in which role he subsequently raped and sexually assaulted a number of female patients, resulting in two of them committing suicide.

 

Here is a brief celebration of Trumpers’ life in pictures.

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Trumpers’ was born on 23 October 1922 into an incredibly wealthy family which was hit by the Wall Street Crash when Trumpers’ was a child:

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It was OK though, Trumpers’s dad and mum had so much dosh that even after they lost millions,  they were still far wealthier than virtually anyone else in the UK and continued to live the life of Riley, hobnobbing with Royalty.

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Trumpers’s childhood playmates included the Carey-Jones’s, members of David Lloyd George’s family from north Wales. Two of the Carey-Jones’s were members of the gwerin who created havoc in north Wales when there was a challenge to the Top Doctors of the Walton Centre after the wife of the VC of Bangor University failed to survive her encounter with them. Trumpers’ was also friends with Jeremy Thorpe, who was seven years younger than Trumpers.

Jeremy Thorpe

 

Trumpers’ only ever had one job until Thatch gave her a peerage and appointed her as a junior Minister and that was when Trumpers worked behind the counter in Peter Jones’s as a young woman. Trumpers was sacked after allowing one of her mates to steal from the store:

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Peter Jones played a part in Trumpers’ life once more many years later when she was a member of the Lords. Trumpers invited one of the Directors of Peter Jones to tea at the House and demanded discounts on expensive goods what with her being a Lady and no-one at Peter Jones twigged that this was the thieving cow whom they had sacked decades previously. Trumpers got the discounts and on subsequent shopping trips to Peter Jones, the staff scurried around ordering taxis for her and carrying all the bags of discounted goodies that she had purchased, lest Trumpers suffered from tired arms.

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As a young woman, Trumpers’ was groped by David Lloyd George while she was staying at his mistress’s house:

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Trumpers’ dad was involved in running The Windmill Theatre; it opened in 1931 and naked girls famously stood motionless on stage throughout all performances. There was never any improper behaviour at The Windmill, because if there had have been it would have been closed down. On one occasion Trumpers and her dad had a good laugh when the men in the audience at a ‘private showing’ scrambled over the seats and stormed the stage to grope and manhandle the naked girls.

The Windmill International Strip Club in London

In later life, Trumpers maxed out on having Worked In Intelligence At Bletchley Park. By Trumpers’ own account, she was only ’employed’ there in a very junior capacity after her dad had a word with someone, was bored out of her head and spent her entire time messing about with her mates or escaping to London to go gambling and to get pissed.

 

 

Trumpers thought that she might have met Alan Turing on one occasion, although she wasn’t sure. Whether she did meet him or not, Trumpers hated poofs and once left a party when she realised that there were some of them in attendance.

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Trumpers was one of those who made a lot of noise about putting her name to the Campaign To Pardon Alan Turing. Unfortunately by the time Trumpers et al did that, Turing had been dead for many years, having killed himself in the aftermath of his conviction for Being A Queer and experiencing Help For His Homosexuality from the Top Doctors.

 

Trumpers’ best mate at Bletchley Park was Sally Norton who later married Bill Astor and became mistress of Cliveden:

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Sadly Bill wasn’t very nice to Sally and once she had produced a male heir Sally was dumped and Bill remarried.

 

Nonetheless Trumpers continued weekending at Cliveden. Trumpers’ continued partying at Cliveden after Bill dumped his second wife and married Bronwen Pugh, who went to school in Dolgellau and was the daughter of Sir Alun Pugh, a Welsh Judge.

 

Bill’s mum Nancy hated all of Bill’s wives and made their lives very difficult. Nancy is a Feminist Icon on account of her being the First Woman To Be Elected As An MP. Although she wasn’t, there was a Woman Elected As An MP before Nancy Astor, but everyone’s forgotten about her. Just as Trumpers’ hated poofs, Nancy hated Jews.

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The interior of the Fasanenstrasse Synagogue in Berlin after Kristallnacht, part of the Holocaust:
Photograph of the smashed interior of the Berlin synagogue

 

Trumpers was attending parties at Cliveden throughout the Profumo Affair:

 

Trumpers met Lilibet at Cliveden:

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Trumpers never liked the common slappers who found themselves sitting at the dinner table at Cliveden next to members of the Royal Family and Russian spies and she did know that None Of It Was Bill Astor’s Fault.

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  • Bill Astor dumped Bronwen and she was kicked out of Cliveden along with her two young children and blamed for the whole mess, being nought but a Welsh slapper.
  • Bill Astor died not long afterwards, in Bermuda.

Here’s a few images from Hogarth’s ‘A Rake’s Progress’:

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  • Profumo redeemed himself by throwing himself into charidee work with Toynbee Hall in the East End with fallen women and rent boys. The sort of rent boys who’s services Lord Bob Boothby enjoyed while he was shagging Harold Macmillan’s wife.
  • After more years of partying and drinking, Trumpers’ married Alan Barker, a Master at Eton. Barker didn’t have any dosh but he knew a great many Posh Rich people and a few former PMs.
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Barker was appointed Headmaster of The Leys School, Cambridge

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Trumpers threw herself into Cambridge life and Conservative politics and she made many good friends:

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Trumpers became Lady Mayoress of Cambridge and Barker fumed after he was told that when he was misusing the Mayoral car for personal business, he had to remove the flag from the car. Trumpers was told by the police that it was OK for her to keep the unlawful offensive weapons that they knew were in her house even though as a magistrate and Lady Mayoress it could prove difficult if this ever became public.

Mind How You Go Sir, particularly when you’re in the Mayoral car.

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Trumpers was obliged to resign as a magistrate when it was discovered that she had been entertaining the Cambridge Rapist at her house. Trumpers continued with her work as a prison visitor, with Unmarried Mothers, the Mentally Ill and Juvenile Delinquents, making many useful contacts along the way.

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Trumpers was involved with Addenbrookes Hospital

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Has she fragrance? I have no idea, but she did perjure herself during that trial and only Tuppence was ever charged.

 

Barker was subsequently appointed Headmaster of University College School in Hampstead. As the Headmaster’s wife, Trumpers entertained pupils’ parents to tea, including Harold Wilson.

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In Feb 1980 Trumpers’ received a life peerage.

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Trumpers was always frank that she was only ever able to have a political career in later life because of Thatch’s kindness in giving her a peerage and she remained loyal to Thatch for ever after.

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Peter Morrison

 

Barker’s old pupil from Eton, Douglas Hurd, of whom Trumpers confirmed Barker was ‘very, very fond’, was asked by Barker to Get Trumpers A Job. So Hurd gave Trumpers a role in the UN’s work with Wimmin. Thus Trumpers got to know Sally Mugabe.

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No-one knew that Sally Mugabe was being treated at St Mary’s and indeed died there, the world was told that Sally was treated and died in Harare, because President Mugabe didn’t want to admit that she’d gone to Britain for treatment. Sally Mugabe was in St Mary’s under an assumed name although the Top Doctors all knew who she was.

Trumpers later pissed Robert Mugabe off when she let slip that she had visited his wife at St Mary’s, particularly as Robert Mugabe had been having an affair with Gucci Grace at the time. Here’s a PR shot:

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Somewhere along the way Trumpers became a member of the Privy Council, where once more all rules were flouted.

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As a junior Health Minister, Trumpers appointed Jimmy Savile to the senior management of Broadmoor Hospital

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although Trumpers allowed Edwina Currie to take the blame for this after Savile’s crimes finally were publicly admitted after his death

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What was kept even more quiet than Trumper’s decision re that appointment was Savile’s sexual assaults on Broadmoor patients and the subsequent suicides of two of them.

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Trumpers served as a Health Minister alongside Lord Simon Glenarthur, who made the decision to use infected blood products purchased from the US to treat NHS patients. Thousands of NHS patients contracted Hepatitis and HIV as a result and many of them have died.
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Lord Glenarthur was a Director of the MDU when the MDU provided Dafydd with free legal advice during Dafydd’s attempts to frame me for criminal offences in order to have me detained in Broadmoor.
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  • There is one other OAP who has lived through nearly as many of these 20th century Events as Trumpers; a man not born into privilege a la Trumpers but who nevertheless found himself crossing her path many years ago as a result of their shared interest in Helping Those In Need:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

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God Save The Queen. Who won’t be with us for much longer.

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Baroness Jean Trumpington: aristocrat, socialite, member of Thatch’s Gov’t. Her contribution to society can be summed up thus:

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As any fule kno, Marx believed that the Point Is To Change It. The Life and Career of Trumpers demonstrates quite clearly that it certainly does need changing. Now.

 

The people’s flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts’ blood dyed its ev’ry fold.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

Look ’round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow’s vaults its hymns are sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man’s frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.

A Legend Lives

BBC News Wales have reported that 46,000 patients have had to find new Top Doctors in the past five years after GPs practices have shut. Last year’s closures were the highest in the five-year period, with the BMA saying the closures put ‘extra pressure’ on the system. The situation is particularly bad in north Wales, with many patients, including the elderly, having to travel many miles to see a GP. The patients will be on buses as well, not in expensive cars like the Top Docs.

Dr Charlotte Jones, Chair of the BMA’s GP Committee Wales, said surgeries were struggling to stay afloat due to problems recruiting and retaining doctors, the ‘sheer volume’ of workloads, ‘under-resourcing’ and ‘overwhelming bureaucracy’.

Duw it’s hard, with the Top Docs being among the highest paid people in Wales, with many of them working a whole three days/week and many now retiring at 55 yrs old .

Charlotte, can I ask if Dr D.G.E. Wood, who facilitated the trafficking gang in north Wales, is still playing a leading role in GP training in north Wales and the Royal College of GPs? In 2017 Dr Eamonn Jessup, a GP from north Wales, Spoke Out About The Crisis. Eamonn is or was a colleague of Wood’s, they were both popping over to Cyprus to hold clinics together!

BBC News Wales also reported today that homeless people in Wrexham – Wrexham now has one of the biggest homelessness problems in Wales – will be housed in shipping containers. Not permanently, that would be greedy of them. They will be housed in shipping containers over Christmas. They won’t all be able to fit into the shipping containers, because only a few shipping containers will be available and there are more homeless people than shipping containers, but at least a lucky few will have a shipping container over their heads for Christmas.

 

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By the age of 40, D.G.E. Wood was living in the second most expensive house in the expensive (by Anglesey standards) village of Llandegfan. The most expensive house was owned by Top Doctor Terry Maxwell, the Medical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd. Terry Maxwell presided over slaughter and scandal and was given a performance-related pay award in return for cutting the already terrible mental health services, in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry. After Maxwell did his best, many patients became destitute and some died. Maxwell was a heart and lung specialist who trained at Liverpool. Liverpool thought so much of Terry Maxwell that in 1984, Liverpool University rang up Terry Maxwell’s daughter Sonia and offered her a place to do medicine, even though she hadn’t applied to Liverpool. Sonia continued to turn her nose up at Liverpool and trained at one of the London hospitals instead. She returned to Gwynedd to practice as a GP in Llanberis. Sonia Maxwell is one of the GPs in Llanberis who unlawfully refused to treat a Hergest Unit patient who had complained after being wrongfully imprisoned on the basis of the perjury of Hergest staff. For further details see post ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’.

Some 20 years ago, a cardiologist from Ysbyty Gwynedd, Dr David Thomas, attempted suicide by driving his car over the edge of a mountain. He was sacked by Ysbyty Gwynedd, publicly denounced, sectioned and admitted to the Hergest Unit where all confidentiality was broken. I always wondered what it was that Dr Thomas had been so frightened of, particularly as it involved Terry Maxwell (see post ‘A Mystery From Twenty Years Ago’).

 

Let me remind the dedicated, committed, Top Docs of the wider UK of a few more of their activities.

Readers might remember that after Blair won his electoral landslide in May 1997, the Tories began ripping each others throats out and held a leadership contest. This was the moment that Heseltine had wanted, another chance for him to have a final stab at becoming Tory leader and eventually PM, but Hezza was getting on a bit and had previously experienced a heart attack when he was living it up in Venice in 1993. Hezza had been filmed climbing from a hospital trolley into an ambulance looking like death warmed up and later maintained that this was because he had gout. Hezza’s gout caused him to take four months off work and the gout also prevented him from conducting himself as usual ie. waving the Mace around, making weak jokes about the Labour Party, flicking his hairstyle about and generally being a tosser. He did make an appearance at the Party Conference, but what with that gout, he wasn’t up and leading them all in a rousing speech, he just entertained the crowd with a few arm movements.

The candidates for the Tory leadership in 1997 were Ken Clarke, Peter Lilley, William Hague, Michael Howard and John Redwood. Hague of course won, among much bad feeling, because the constituency parties had overwhelmingly wanted Ken Clarke, but the Parliamentary Party wanted Hague. The constituency parties were unaware that the Parliamentary Party were eternally grateful to Hague for organising the Waterhouse Inquiry, thus concealing the barrel of shit which was the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the key role that Thatcher’s personal friend, the Tory MP for Chester, Sir Peter Morrison – who had been found safely dead on 13 July 1995 – played in it. Bing Spear, the corrupt Chief Inspector of the Home Office Drugs Branch who was so accommodating re Dafydd (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’), had died on 9 July 1995. So that was two problems out of the way before the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Heseltine didn’t in the end stand in the leadership contest, although he was the stand-out favourite when John Major announced his resignation. Heseltine is someone who knows about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the role that Dafydd and the gang played in it. Heseltine was the Tory MP for Tavistock in Devon, 1966-74 and knew all about his fellow Devon MP, Jeremy Thorpe. Heseltine then served as the MP for Henley, 1974-2001 and held numerous Ministerial, Shadow Cabinet and Cabinet roles, under Heath, Thatcher and Major. He was in Gov’t with Peter Morrison and Norman St John Stevas – another MP whom I was told when I worked in London was known to be abusing boys – and will have known about the rest of the allegations of organised abuse that were concealed until very recently. Heseltine came from Swansea and there was an abuse gang in west Wales with links to Dafydd’s crew in north Wales.

Even Heseltine’s much trumpeted success at regenerating Liverpool, a cause close to his heart, was achieved – if indeed it was achieved – as a result of his close working relationship with Sir Trevor Jones, the Liberal leader of Liverpool City Council. Trevor Jones was born in north Wales to Welsh parents and he was networked into the empire of Dafydd’s gang (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’). It was Heseltine who arranged for the first of five bi-annual National Garden Festivals to be held in Liverpool in 1984. Trevor Jones arranged for the City Council to delegate the bid to the Merseyside Development Corporation, of which Trevor Jones was a Director. More than 3 million people eventually attended. Two of those people were Brown and me. When Liz Stables, the Angel who worked at the Student Health Centre at Bangor University, was still pretending to be friends with Brown and me and was extracting information from us which she then relayed back to Dr D.G.E. Wood and others in Dafydd’s gang, Liz gave us a lift to Liverpool to go to the Garden Festival. Liz knew Liverpool well, she had been a teacher there in the 1960s and used to tell me about the girls in her class whom she knew were working as prostitutes. Liz kept in touch with some of them as their adult lives really hit the pits and they ended up addicted to Class A drugs, in prison etc. At the time I thought that Liz was showing genuine friendship to some people who’d had a terrible time, but now I know that Liz was mates with Dafydd et al and that Dafydd’s gang were procuring young people for sex work outside of north Wales, including in Liverpool, I find Liz’s interest in the lives of those women rather worrying. Liz left Liverpool and teaching in 1969 to train and then work as an Angel in the old C&A Hospital in Bangor, where Dafydd and the gang were operating…

My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ provided details of Heseltine’s role in the future of Westland Helicopters, a small ailing company in Somerset, which employed Janet Mitchell, a girl who was one of my playmates when I was young and who knew what had happened/was happening to me in north Wales, who’s career took off like a rocket after Heseltine took a sudden inexplicable interest in Westland.

After deciding not to stand for the Tory leadership in 1997, Heseltine, a very rich man thanks to his property developing and publishing business, devoted himself to his arboretum and 50 acre garden. There is archive footage of Heseltine and his family being interviewed after Heseltine left politics and every one of them ends up in tears at the memory of poor old Hezza never becoming PM, including of course Hezza himself. Is it not touching that as with Thatch, the only time that these people show any emotion is when they are kicked out of high office or indeed don’t reach it?

One of the archive clips about Hezza enlightened me as to the reason why Hezza decided not to stand for the Tory leadership in 1997. It was as a result of a conversation that Hezza had with his Top Doctor, the cardiologist Peter Mills, under who’s care Hezza was after that nasty attack of gout. After his conversation with Peter Mills resulted in Hezza deciding not to stand himself, Hezza supported Ken Clarke for the leadership.

Peter Mills, like all the best Top Docs, will have known about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, but Mills will have had a particular hotline to and interest in Dafydd and the gang, because Peter Mills, when a young Top Doctor, had worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, which for years concealed Dafydd’s gang and a linked paedophile/trafficking gang in south London.

In an interview about his career, Mills was quoted as saying: ‘My father was a GP but I was always rather rebellious and so chose to read biochemistry at Oxford. I realised I was wrong and changed to medicine when it became apparent I was more interested in people than science. In contrast to today’s young medics, who seem forced to decide at medical school which career path to follow in order to shape their CV, we had much more freedom to choose our speciality relatively later. I believe cardiology chose me, rather than the other way around. An unexpected vacancy arose at St Georges Hospital at Hyde Park Corner where I was a locum and so I was invited to study Cardiology.’

Not only did many of the staff at St George’s conceal organised abuse, but Professor Oliver Brooke was employed as a paediatrician there from the mid-1970s until he was jailed for the possession of child porn in 1986. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile gang. After Brooke was jailed, his colleagues and friends remained working at St George’s colluding with the gang, some of them being active members. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

Ken Clarke knew what was going on at St George’s when Clarke was Health Minister and subsequently Secretary of State for Health, 1988-90. Furthermore, it was when Clarke was in Health that he and Thatch had to sort out a little local difficulty re St George’s. The original St George’s Hospital at Hyde Park Corner had been developed as a result of a bequest given by the Duke of Westminster in the 18th century. After St George’s had relocated to its new site in Tooting in 1980, the then Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, told Thatch and Ken Clarke that he wanted the market price for the original site which had been donated by his ancestor. The Hyde Park Corner site was a piece of Knightsbridge real estate worth millions. The Gov’t refused the Duke’s request, but instead resolved the problem by letting the Duke buy the Hyde Park Corner site for £6000.

The Duke of Westminster was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Party’s Constituency Association, the local MP being Sir Peter Morrison. Gyles Brandreth succeeded Morrison as Tory MP for Chester and Gyles has been frank that Morrison ‘having sex with little boys’ was openly gossiped about by members of the constituency association as well as local people whom Gyles met when he was campaigning. The Duke of Westminster was a close friend of Carlo. Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent most of her life as Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ but refused to return there without explaining why.

 

Peter Mills worked as a consultant cardiologist at the Royal London Hospital and subsequently the London Chest Hospital, which both became part of Bart’s Health, for around 35 years. It was Barts who found that they were ‘unable to revive’ John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, after his heart attack on 12 May 1994. Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died from an ‘unspecified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994. On 13 June 1994 the trial of Arnold’s friend and colleague Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson for sexual offences against boys in care began.

Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees was a leading light at Barts for many years and provided much protection for Dafydd. Linford Rees was from west Wales and furthermore had extensive showbiz connections via his daughter, the actress Angharad Rees and her husband Christopher Cazenove (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Barts’ concealing of organised abuse was given a further helping hand by the very close connections that Lady Juliet Bingley of MIND had with Bart’s – Juliet’s father had been a surgeon at Bart’s and Juliet worked for a while as a medical almoner (social worker) at Bart’s. Juliet’s son William continued the collusion with Dafydd et al in William’s capacity as Legal Director of MIND and then Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission (see previous posts).

 

So after the chat with the Top Doc who was formerly of St George’s and Barts, old Hezza decided to offer Ken Clarke his support with regard to Clarke’s ambitions to lead the Tory Party and ultimately become PM. The Ken who was at the scene when the Duke of Westminster – Britain’s richest man – picked up a prime piece of Knightsbridge that the NHS was flogging off for a bit of loose change.

 

The information concerning Peter Mills’s career is provided on the website of Cavendish Medical. Cavendish Medical is a company which provides ‘financial planning’ services for ‘senior medical and NHS professionals’. I don’t think that Cavendish Medical simply manage the Top Docs’ Post Office savings accounts. Mills talks about his hobbies, which includes medieval art and explains that he has a ‘travel fund’ which enables him to jet around the globe in pursuit of this interest, the travel fund resulting from his Cavendish investments.

Peter Mills was Chairman of Cardiology SAC for the Royal College of Physicians, 2002-06, which involved Mills taking a leading role in the education of cardiologists. In 2015, the media reported that ‘Dr Peter Mills, the Football Association’s regional cardiologist for South East England’, was found by the High Court to have been negligent with regard to his treatment of Tottenham Hotspur footballer Radwen Hamed, who in 2006, when he was 17, suffered a cardiac arrest in his first game for the club and was left brain damaged. It was believed that the damages could reach £7 million.

 

The archive film of the interview with Hezza included a camera shot of the name plate of Peter Mills’ Harley Street practice, which showed that Mills shared his practice with Top Docs Duncan Empey and Michael Wareing.

I presume that Duncan Empey is Prof Duncan Empey, who has helpfully provided the following details on his LinkedIn profile:

Medical Director, Barts and The London NHS Trust, 1994-01

Professor Emeritus, University of Hertfordshire, March 2009-March 2012;

Group Medical Director, BMI Healthcare, Jan 2008-Dec 2012

Responsible Officer, BMI Healthcare, Dec 2012-Sept 2016

Trustee, National Council for Osteopathic Research, Jan 2018-present

Board Member, The Osteopathic Foundation, Sept 2017-present

 

Top Doctor Michael Wareing is an ENT specialist who works at The London Clinic. Wareing has his own website ‘145 ENT’, which contains the following information:

‘Welcome to the website for Mr Michael Wareing, MBBS BSc, FRCS(ORL-HNS), Consultant Ear, Nose and Throat Surgeon. Michael Wareing is a London based Consultant Ear, Nose & Throat (ENT) Surgeon. He has an NHS practice which is based at St Bartholomew’s & The Royal London Hospitals, where he has also been the Head of the ENT Department in 2 separate spells, 2003-9 and 2012-14. His private practice is based at The London Clinic where he has a fully equipped consulting suite at 145 Harley Street. Mr Wareing has over 25 years experience as a doctor and has been a consultant since 2000. He offers expertise in all aspects of General ENT as well as supraspecialist knowledge in Ear & Skull Base Surgery, Voice Disorders, Dizziness & Tinnitus, Sinus Disease and Children’s Ear Problems. He has concentrated his private practice in one place to ensure the very best continuity of care for all his patients’.

The ‘profile’ section on Wareing’s website tells us that: ‘Michael Wareing was educated at the Haberdasher Aske’s School for Boys, Elstree and entered St Bartholomew’s Medical School (Barts) in 1982. Following success in his preclinical studies, he took the opportunity to spend a year of further study to complete a BSc in Pharmacology. He returned to his clinical training at Barts in 1985 where he developed an interest in ENT, and won the Sydney Scott Prize for Otorhinolaryngology (ENT) in 1988. He qualified as a doctor in the same year.

He worked in a number of busy posts in Neurosurgery, General Surgery and A&E in southeast England during his general surgical training, before taking up an ENT position at Addenbrooke’s Hospital in Cambridge. During this time he passed both the General Surgical and ENT Fellowships of The Royal College of Surgeons of England. His specialty ENT training gave him experience and expertise not only in District General Hospitals, but also in tertiary referral centres such as Guys, Kings & St Thomas’ Hospitals, and the Great Ormond Street Hospital for Sick Children. He also developed a particular subspecialty interest in Otology (diseases of the Ear) and Ear Surgery.’

Michael Wareing worked at Guy’s and Tommy’s with Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry then! And of course with Dafydd’s friend and umbrella Professor Jim Watson the sex therapist (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

‘In 1997 the King’s Fund awarded him a prestigious TWJ Travelling Fellowship to enable him to spend seven months in the Laboratory of Molecular Otology at the University of California at San Francisco. There he studied inner ear gene therapy and performed new and exciting research on the roles of liposomes and viruses in introducing genetic material to the cochlea.

In 1999 he was awarded the Skull Base Fellowship at Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge, where he was able to refine his interest in Ear, Acoustic Neuroma and Skull Base Surgery.

In 2000, Mr Wareing returned to St Bartholomew’s and The Royal London Hospitals as a Consultant ENT Surgeon. This was a high profile position which incorporated the dual role of maintaining a general ENT practice of adult and paediatric patients from the City of London, Islington and East End of London, whilst also being the Lead Clinician in Otology, Ear Surgery, Acoustic Neuroma and Skull Base Surgery. He ran a specialist Voice Clinic, and a Paediatric Ear Disease Clinic.

From 2003-9 Mr Wareing took over the additional role of Lead Clinician for the department of Otorhinolaryngology: Head and Neck Surgery at St Bartholomews and The Royal London Hospitals. This position allowed him to further develop the ENT services offered in both the City of London and the East End of London. He relinquished the role, only to be reappointed as the Lead Clinician in 2012. He enjoys working closely with many allied Health Professionals, where he is known as a helpful, reliable and considerate expert. He is in charge of the appointment and appraisal of ENT Colleagues, both Consultants and Junior Staff alike. He also has wide ranging responsibilities for the education of Medical Students within their ENT attachment, and also for GP Postgraduate ENT Education.

Mr Wareing’s Private ENT work started in 2000 when John Booth, his predecessor at Barts, saw an opportunity to retire by asking him to take over the care of his established Upper Wimpole Street Practice. In 2005 Mr Wareing chose to move his growing practice to the special setting of The London Clinic, Harley Street, where he and his colleague Mr Jonathan Harcourt are the only two ENT Surgeons to hold permanent rooms within the Clinic. Since that time he has equipped his Consulting Room with the very best equipment available for modern office based ENT practice.
Mr Wareing is also pleased to work as an Honorary Consultant for St Luke’s Hospital for the Clergy, Fitzroy Square.Mr Wareing is a well respected colleague, seeing patients from around the South East of England and overseas. He has featured in articles in the Daily Mail and the Observer, in radio shows and has written book chapters on a number of topics including the development of the ear and on voice problems. He has published over 40 peer reviewed articles and is invited to lecture within the UK and abroad.
Tatler Doctors Guide 2013
In 2007 he was one of only a handful of ENT Surgeons to appear in the ‘Tatler’ Guide to the top 250 Private Health Professionals in the UK. He also appears in the updated 2013 version of this guide.Mr Wareing lives in North West London. He is married to a doctor and they have 4 children. He is a keen (ex single figure handicap) golfer and has been pleased to win several medical golfing society trophies. He is also a keen cyclist, and cycled with a friend from Lands End to John O Groats in 2012, raising £25000 for Deafness Research UK and Help for Heroes.’
The Tatler-recommended charidee-supporting Mr Wareing provides for us on his website the address of his Registered Office: c/o Sandison Easson & Co. Rex Buildings Wilmslow Cheshire SK9 1HY
(Company No 09903639-Registered in England & Wales)
Wilmslow is located at what was the heart of geographical area of the Cheshire arm of the North Wales/Cheshire trafficking ring.

Wareing’s website helpfully introduces us to his ‘team’:

MS REBECCA BAS

Rebecca Bas

‘Ms Rebecca Bas is Mr Wareing’s Practice Manager, Secretary and PA. She joined the team in early 2014. She has extensive experience as a Medical PA, previously working for a leading OMFS surgeon for 18 years. She ensures the highest standards of administrative care and advice for all Mr Wareing’s patients. Rebecca is responsible for the day to day running of the practice and co-ordinates the booking of appointments, organisation of any tests required, and admission for surgical procedures. She is highly dedicated to ensuring that all aspects of your care are dealt with in an efficient and caring manner, easing the path back to full health. Many of Mr Wareing’s patients pass comment on her helpful and organised approach to their care. Rebecca works full time for Mr Wareing and can be contacted during normal working hours, five days a week.’

 

MRS JACKIE RICHARDS

Jackie Richards

‘Mrs Jackie Richards is Mr Wareing’s Accounts Manager. Having worked as his PA and Practice Manager for over 10 years, she has reduced her workload but still retains a key role in ensuring efficient practice management in all spheres.’ So Jackie ensures that you cough up the money before Mr Wareing is ready to see to your every clinical need.

 

DR ANIL PATEL MBBS, FRCA

Dr Anil Patel

Dr Anil Patel is a Consultant Anaesthetist who works privately with Mr Wareing. He has an NHS practice at the Royal National Nose Throat and Ear Hospital, Grays Inn Road – just next door to the lawyers! – and has extensive experience in all aspects of ENT Anaesthesia. He is a particular authority on the difficult airway and the use of the laryngeal mask in ENT Anaesthesia and lectures extensively both nationally and internationally on ENT Anaesthesia’.

 

DR KAMRAN AHMAD BMEDSC, MBBS, FRCA

Dr Kamran Ahmad

‘Dr Kamran Ahmad is a Consultant Anaesthetist who works with Mr Wareing at Barts and The London as well as in private practice. He has extensive experience of ENT Anaesthesia and is dedicated to making the ENT journey.’

 

MR IAN SABIN BMSC, FRCSE FRCS

Ian Sabin

‘Mr Ian Sabin is a Consultant Neurosurgeon who works jointly with Mr Wareing at The Royal London Hospital, where they run a combined Skull Base and Acoustic Neuroma clinic on a monthly basis and receive referrals from around the southeast of England. Mr Sabin has been a Consultant for 16 years. He has particular expertise in the Neurosurgical aspects of Skull Base Surgery and a wealth of experience in the use of Gamma Knife Radiosurgery. His areas of interest include Skull Base Surgery, Cervical Spine Surgery,  and the treatment of trigeminal neuralgia and pituitary tumours. Private patients requiring both ENT and Neurosurgical expertise are seen individually by both Mr Wareing and Mr Sabin and are then discussed jointly by the Consultant to ensure optimisation of management, in conjunction with patient desires.’

Mr Sabin is available for those patients whom the Walton Centre have left to die because of their association with those who have challenged the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘A Vampire at Glyndwr University!’). Or probably not, if a distress flare has been sent up by Dafydd.

 

Mr Wareing of Very Expensive Private Practice has featured in the media, including in that organ dedicated to the NHS ‘The Guardian’, as well as the Mirror and the BBC. Not that Mr Wareing bothers to supply a photo of these publications, he prioritised ‘Tatler’ in that regard.

 

Mr Wareing works at The London Clinic, a private clinic which sprawls over much of the Harley Street disctrict of London.

John Biffen, the Thatcherite Tory MP who went to school with my father and who knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the lengths to which a great many people were going to conceal it (see post ‘A Local Boy Made Good’), was a Trustee of The London Clinic, 1994-2002, which spans the whole period of the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

In Ian MacGregor’s book ‘The Story Of The Miners’ Strike 1984-5′, MacGregor mentions that when he read that John Paul Getty II had given £100k to the striking miners’ Christmas appeal in 1984 which had been launched by Anne Scargill, Arthur Scargill’s wife, MacGregor called upon David Hart – the shady right wing figure who was behind many dark matters during Thatcher’s years in office – to arrange a meeting between MacGregor and Getty at ‘The London Clinic’ ‘where he was more or less permanently in residence’. At the meeting, Getty gave Hart a cheque for £100k to the National Working Miners.

Scargill’s daughter is a Top Doctor. Scargill’s friend Michael Mansfield QC who founded the Socialist Labour Party with Scargill knew what was happening to me in north Wales in 1993 because I wrote and told him about it. I wrote to Mansfield and explained that I had been prosecuted under the legislation introduced by Thatcher’s Gov’t to criminalise picketing miners after I attempted to get answers from the north Wales mental health services when Top Docs and Gwynedd Social Services social workers had broken the law. The much publicised police investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire was underway when I was prosecuted and when I wrote to Mansfield. He wrote me a one line reply thanking me for my letter.

 

The website of The London Clinic is a source of high quality entertainment. We are told that ‘The London Clinic is one of the UK’s largest private hospitals, dedicated to providing the best, personalised healthcare with a breadth of surgical and medical expertise. The London Clinic has a number of premises across Harley Street and Devonshire Place…’

The London Clinic may be one of the UK’s largest private hospitals, but they’re all heart down at The London Clinic: ‘The charitable status of The London Clinic means that our surpluses are reinvested back into the hospital and our journey since 1932 has seen significant expansion and development’.

This charidee has been so successful at raising dosh to reinvest back into itself that The London Hospital’s Duchess of Devonshire Wing cost ninety million quid and that was a few years ago.

Highlights in the evolution of The London Hospital include:

In 1932, The opening of The London Clinic, which was performed by the Duchess of York, accompanied by the Duke of York (later King George VI) on 18th February 1932.

On 10 May 1949, a visit by Winston Churchill to Anthony Eden (later Lord Avon), presumably when Eden was laid up in The London Clinic.

In 1963 Elizabeth Taylor was spotted leaving The London Clinic with her knee in a splint after falling on a film set.

In 1989 HRH Prince Carlo opened the physiotherapy department at The London Clinic.

In 1991 HRH Princess Margaret, aka Ma’am Darling, who availed herself of the services of a few private Top Docs herself in her quest for chemical recreation (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’) opened the MRI unit in the radiology department. Ma’am Darling’s husband Lord Snowdon was the bisexual son of a Welsh Top Doc; Lord Snowdon was reputed to have used the services of rent boys and used to visit north Wales. As an elderly man, Lord Snowdon had a relationship with Marjorie Wallace, who’s selfless service to Top Docs who were involved with serious organised crime was pretty much unsurpassed (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

In 2002, TV star Martine McCutcheon opened the latest development of The London Clinic at 119 Harley Street. Martine was an actress in East Enders. As was Barbara Windsor, who probably would have been a more suitable celeb to have opened a new bit of The London Clinic.

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In 2005, Nigel Havers opened the new consulting room suites at 145 Harley Street. Nigel is the son of Sir – later Lord – Michael Havers, the Tory MP for Wimbledon, 1970-87, who had many constituents who doubled up as Top Docs at St George’s. Havers was the corrupt Attorney General for England and Wales as well as for N Ireland, 1979-87, who consistently blocked the prosecution of ‘VIP paedophiles’, as well as the prosecution of nearly all not such VIP paedophiles in north Wales/Cheshire. His sister Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss concealed the extent of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’) and during the brief few minutes for which she Chaired the IICSA, Butler-Sloss tried to prevent any investigations into the Anglican Church. Butler-Sloss is a high profile Anglican.

In 2007 the Duchess of Devonshire attended the official opening of the new consulting room building at 5 Devonshire Place. The Duchess of Devonshire, who was born Deborah Freeman-Mitford, one of the famous fascist family.

Debo’s daughter Emma married Tobias Tennant, son of the 2nd Lord Glenconner. Charlie Tennant, the eldest son of the 3rd Lord Glenconner, was the heroin addict who flogged photos of Princess Margaret in fancy dress at a knees-up to raise money for drugs. Charlie’s dad the 3rd Lord Glenconner  owned Mustique, the island that Ma’am Darling used to visit to let her hair down with her toyboy Roddy Llewellyn, where she wandered around in a kaftan like a Royal Elizabeth Taylor. Charlie Tennant died in 1996, of either Hep B or HIV, I’ve forgotten which. Debo’s daughter Sophia’s second husband was Alastair Morrison, Sir Peter Morrison’s nephew.

After David Cameron became PM, Debo gave media interviews stating that Cameron and his drip of a wife ‘were rather good for the country’. Debo was mates with Sam the Drip’s father, Sir Reginald Sheffield. Sam’s mum Annabel later divorced old Reggie and remarried William Waldorf Astor III – the son of Bill Astor who starred in the Profumo Affair – who was the nephew of her own stepfather, Michael Langhorne Astor.I cannot help thinking that if these domestic arrangements were occurring on a council estate in Merthyr Tydfil, they would be the cause of much pompousing and huffing and puffing from Call Me Dave.

 

2007 was a good year for The London Clinic. As well as Debo opening their new block, members of staff at The London Clinic joined the Xtreme Everest expedition. Lest anyone believes that the staff of The London Clinic just went up Everest to enjoy themselves, the website of The London Clinic reminds us that the Everest expedition was about Research and Helping People. The London Clinic is pursuing ‘research’ up Everest which will benefit hundreds of thousands of people no less.

In 2010, Joanna Lumley opened the consulting rooms and pathology laboratory at 116 and 120 Harley Street.

In 2010 The London Clinic received another visitor almost as glam as Joanna Lumley. HM the Queen Lilibet opened the new, purpose built, state-of-art cancer facility at 22 Devonshire Place. Debo didn’t peg out until 2014, so perhaps she was too busy admiring Cameron and the notepaper which his wife designed for a living to make it to the opening, so Lilibet substituted.

In 2011, HRH Princess Alexandra opened the new Eye Centre at 119 Harley Street and was greeted by Professor Robin Williamson.

In 2011, The London Clinic received the Queen’s Award for Enterprise in International Trade. International Trade in what is not made clear.

In 2013, members of staff at The London Clinic were off up Everest again, continuing their investigations of human adaption to hypoxia at high altitude. Definitely not on a jolly.

In 2017 Camilla opened the new state-of-the-art 13 bed ICU at 20 Devonshire Place.

 

As all good charidees do, The London Clinic has a Patron, a Life President and a Board of Trustees.

The Patron is Camilla:

 

 

The Life President is The Duchess of Devonshire. Or was, until she turned her toes up.

The Board of Trustees of The London Clinic acts as its Board of Directors, overseeing and directing the activities of the charidee.

The Trustees are:

  • Mr Hamish Leslie Melville – Chairman
  • Lady Otton
  • Mr Manish Chande
  • Professor John Gribben
  • Mr Nicholas Melhuish

Hamish Leslie Melville, the Chairman of this medical charidee, is a banker. Melville is: Chairman, Investment Banking Committee of Royal Bank of Scotland Group plc; Chairman of Mercantile Investment Trust plc (formerly J.P. Morgan Fleming Mercantile Investment Trust plc; was MD of Credit Suisse Securities (Europe) Ltd, 2005-08; Chairman of Mithras Investment plc, 1994-08; Chairman of Old Mutual South Africa Trust plc; Director of Scottish Investment Trust plc, 1996-07; of Northern Recruitment Group, 1997-04; of Persimmon plc, 1995-10; of Jamestown Investments Ltd, 1992-94; Eclipse Film Partners No 1 LLP, 2006-14; 73 Cadogan Square Freehold Ltd, 2007-08; Erlangers Ltd, 2000-06; Scottish Woodlands Ltd, 1992-05; Brechin Castle Centre Ltd, 1996-02; Dunedin Capital Partners Ltd, 1992-95; West Highland Woodlands, April 1992-June 1992; Batsford Estates (1983) Co Ltd, 1991-92.

Melville is also the former Chairman of the National Trust, Scotland.

In Jan 2006, the business diary from The Torygraph reported that ‘Credit Suisse First Boston managing director Hamish Leslie Melville has upset his neighbours with plans to build a 43-turbine wind farm on his Lochluichart estate in the Scottish Highlands. Leslie Melville, along with a company formed by Savills and a Dutch wind farm developer, has applied for planning permission to erect the windmills on land the developers describe as “degraded habitat”. Local residents disagree. They’ve set up a protest group called A Wind Farm Too Far, arguing there’s plenty of wildlife and that the steel giants would wreck the view and threaten tourism. Apparently, rather than take an annual rent, the estate has opted for a stake in the venture. My Scottish mole estimates that if all goes according to plan, the project could rake in £625 m over the wind farm’s 25-year lifetime. Not a bad return for Leslie Melville – a former Chairman of the National Trust for Scotland – who was unavailable for comment.’

 

Lady Helen Otton is a Lady as a result of being married to a Sir, namely Sir Philip Otton, a former Lord Justice of Appeal, 1995-01. Lady Helen describes herself as a ‘conference organiser’. She was a Director of: Everyman Action Against Male Cancer, 2010-13; ICR Enterprises Ltd, 2010-13; The Maytree Respite Centre, 2005-10; Classical Opera, 2002-06; Nottingham Law School Ltd, 199394.

Some years ago Lady Helen Otton’s name appeared in a ‘Daily Mail’ article which named and shamed ‘acolytes’ who had ‘dined at tax-payers expense’ with Tony and Cherie Blair.

 

Manish Chande describes himself thus: ‘Manish is a senior partner of Clearbell Capital LLP and has over 30 years of real estate experience and is involved in all aspects of the business. Manish is Chairman of the Investment Committee. Manish co-founded Mountgrange Investment Management in 2007 and was the CEO of Mountgrange Capital, a private property investment and development group from 2002. He was previously a board director at Land Securities plc, CEO of Trillium, a pioneering sale and lease-back property business; and CEO of Imry, a publicly-quoted property investment and development company. Manish originally trained as a chartered accountant at Midgley Snelling & Co. between 1975 and 1980 and worked at Deloitte, Haskins & Sells in London from 1980 to 1985. Manish has been a member of the Institute of Chartered Accountants in England and Wales since 1980. In 2008 he was elected a fellow of the Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors. He was a Commissioner of English Heritage between 2003 and 2011. In 2007, Manish was appointed a Trustee of The London Clinic and in 2012 he was appointed a Trustee of the Canal and River Trust.’

The London Clinic’s website says of Professor John Gribben: ‘Professor John Gribben graduated from the University of Glasgow in 1980. He subsequently trained in Haematology at University College London and in Medical Oncology at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, Harvard Medical School, where he remained on the faculty for 17 years before returning to the UK. He specialises in haematological cancers including lymphomas, leukaemias and bone marrow transplantation. His NHS post is as Consultant Haematologist and Medical Oncologist Barts and The London NHS Trust.’

He is the author of more than 300 articles and chapters in peer-reviewed publications and has a global reputation for his work in researching new drugs and forms of cancer treatment. He has grant funding from The National Cancer Institute and Cancer Research UK for pioneering studies in leukaemia and lymphoma. He has sat on and chaired numerous international executive committees dedicated to investigating new approaches to cancer care, and several of the editorial boards for professional publications which are focused on cancer. He has lectured across the world on new therapies for cancer treatment.’

John Gribben features on the website of Barts Cancer Institute, which mentions that he was a Wellcome Trust Clinical Research Fellow 1987-89, at UCL and a Fogarty International Fellowship, 1989-1991, at Harvard.

 

Nicholas Melhuish is a ‘fund manager’: ‘Nicholas Melhuish joined Amundi in 2013 as head of global equities. He was previously head of global equities at UBS Asset Management (2007-2012), lead portfolio manger for global equity strategies at Nicholas-Applegate Capital Management (2003-2007) at San Diego, California and in London and senior portfolio manager, international core equity, at Putnam Investments, London (1999-2003). Nicholas started his career as an analyst and small cap portfolio manager at Schroder Investment Management (1991-1999). He holds a BA (Hons) degree in Modern History from New College, Oxford and is also a member of the CFA Institute and the CFA Society of the UK.’

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Take note: the Top Docs of The London Clinic trained in the NHS and for most of their careers held senior NHS jobs as well as extensive private practices. Now who was looking after their NHS patients when they were busy at that charidee The London Clinic? Just look at how many of those involved in running the charidee are people who work in global capitalism…

 

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Other news:

The Governor of HMP Berwyn, the UK Gov’ts new ‘flagship’ prison – the biggest prison in the UK – which no English authority wanted in its back yard but was welcomed with open arms by the idiots who represent Wales in both the Senedd and Westminster, has been suspended over unspecified ‘allegations’.

 

Operation Pallial has resulted in another conviction of an elderly sex offender who worked in a children’s home in north Wales. Once more the bravery of the victims has been praised. If only someone had listened to them as well as the screams coming from the numerous other victims 30 years ago. I cannot share the police’s excitement at their inadequate action decades too late. The elderly paedophile who has just been imprisoned was not convicted until he was 79 yrs old because the full might of the British state was deployed to protect him, not the kids whom he assaulted. Many of them will be dead now anyway, kids in care and Empowered Service Users don’t usually make it as far as 79 yrs old.

 

Dafydd is in his late 80s, as is Lucille.

 

Sir Norman Bettison, the former senior officer of the South Yorkshire Police, has been told that he will no longer face any charges as a result of the Hillsborough disaster. Bettison had faced four counts of misconduct in a public office. He was accused of telling lies about the ‘culpability of fans’ and his role in the wake of the tragedy, but the CPS has now said that insufficient evidence meant there was no real prospect of securing a conviction. This is because of ‘changes in the evidence of two witnesses’ and the death of a third witness. How very convenient.

Sir Norman was accused of untruthfully describing his role in the South Yorkshire Police response to Hillsborough – where over 90 people died – as ‘peripheral’ in a 1998 comment to then Chief Inspector of Constabulary Sir David O’Dowd, when applying for the job of Chief Constable in Merseyside. He was also accused of lying to Merseyside Police Authority when he said he had never attempted to shift blame for the disaster ‘on to the shoulders of Liverpool supporters’. Bettison was alleged to have lied in a statement issued on 13 September 2012 following the publication of the Hillsborough Independent Panel report, when he said he had never offered any interpretation other than that the behaviour of Liverpool fans did not cause the disaster. He was also accused of misconduct over a statement released the following day in which he said he had never ‘besmirched’ Liverpool fans.

The court heard that the prosecution relied on two witnesses, Mark Ellaby and a woman identified only as Mrs J. It was alleged by Mr Ellaby that, over a pint in a pub while on an MBA course together in 1989, Sir Norman said he had been appointed to a team, the role of which was to blame the fans. Paul Greaney QC, defending Sir Norman, said it took ‘repeated requests’ from the defence for the other students to be traced by the IPCC. When ‘eventually’ they were, fifteen other students and a lecturer were contacted and ‘not a single one’ recalled Sir Norman expressing any ‘inappropriate view’ about Hillsborough.

Those witnesses with the very bad memories were on an MBA course. They will now be running the NHS, the Social Services, the County Councils, teaching in university business schools and of course like Bettison, some may have achieved high rank in the police.

It’s OK Dafydd and Lucille, you have nothing to worry about at all. I’ve got 10,000 documents, dozens of people were found dead, but you are absolutely safe from any risk of prosecution.

 

My post ‘Additional Security Measures’ details the fabrication of documentation by the Home Office and the order to stress the alleged bad behaviour of the fans rather than the inadequacies of the police that Home Office officials gave before the publication of the Report into Hillsborough by Lord Justice Peter Taylor. The Home Office were ably assisting Dafydd and the gang at the same time.

The police officers who fabricated and altered witness statements in the wake of Hillsborough were from the South Yorkshire force. The South Yorkshire force were involved in the brutality towards striking miners in 1984-85 and in the collusion with the paedophile gang in Yorkshire.

 

Bettison joined the South Yorkshire Police in 1975. In May 1993 he was appointed Assistant Chief Constable of West Yorkshire Police. In 1998 he became Chief Constable of Merseyside Police. Bettison retired from the police in January 2005 to become Chief Executive of Centrex, which provided training and development to police forces in the UK and enforcement agencies throughout the world until it was abolished in March 2007. Bettison rejoined the police service in January 2007 as Chief Constable of West Yorkshire Police. He attempted to secure a package to receive both a retirement pension from Merseyside and a salary from the new post; he threatened legal action but the claim was settled out of court.

Jimmy Savile was on excellent terms with the police right across Yorkshire. The Merseyside Police colluded with Dafydd and his gang.

 

After the Battle of Orgreave was brought to the UK public by the Great British Press, Liz Stables, the Angel at the Student Health Centre at UCNW/Bangor University, told me that ‘those miners should be shot’. Liz was part of the trafficking gang in north Wales. One boy at Bryn Estyn maintained that he’d been sexually assaulted at gunpoint. But then I was followed by a gun wielding policeman before I left Wales, as was someone who made a witness statement about me being threatened by NHS staff and managers from the North West Wales NHS Trust.

 

After the Court case in which all charges were dropped against Bettison, Bettison talked of the ‘loss of loved ones’, the ‘enduring tragedy’, ‘a devastating loss’, ‘all of our sympathies’ and then reminded everyone that ‘I have been forced to deny, strenuously, that I was guilty of any wrongdoing in the aftermath of the disaster’.

A few weeks after Liz told me that the miners should be shot, she told me that she’d been at an event where dear old Dafydd dropped by in his helicopter and that ‘Dr DA was great’.

Never mind a murdering paedophile gang, the boys in blue got their priorities right:

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Readers who follow the comments on this blog will have read the additional information that I supplied regarding Dr Alun Waddon following my post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’. Not everyone reads comments and because the information that I supplied in the comments section is crucial to this post, I’ll just repeat it and expand on it here.

In ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ I quoted from an email that I received from a former psychology student at Bangor University who told me that Alun Waddon, a senior lecturer in the School of Psychology at Bangor, offered a class of students the opportunity to view child abuse images. My correspondent was not only appalled by this incident but also noted that after Waddon died, Bangor University named a lecture theatre after the ‘inspiring lecturer’ that was Alun Waddon – the lecture theatre in which, my correspondent told me, Waddon’s generous offer was made.

Alun Waddon had worked at the Psychology Dept in Bangor since 1970. Until the late 1980s, the Psychology Dept at Bangor was firmly under the grip of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles. Professor Fergus Lowe eventually overthrew Dafydd and imposed his own equally corrupt regime. Fungus was not as mad or as stupid as Dafydd et al but he was just as toxic, so Fungus was highly successful at extracting a great deal of funding out of organisations with key figures who desperately wanted to keep the details of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the associated criminality quiet.

Alun Waddon carried out a lot of research with the North Wales Police during the years when the North Wales Police was ridden with corruption, refused to co-operate with an investigation into the abuse of children in care and then stated that an investigation had demonstrated no evidence of a paedophile ring or the use of child porn by children’s home staff. Waddon also worked with the North Wales Police throughout the years of the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry.

I stress that Alun Waddon conducted research WITH the North Wales Police – the research did not involve investigating the experiences of the general public, victims of crime or defendants regarding their interactions with the police. The research investigated the police’s view of various matters. Waddon’s research included the experiences of custody sergeants. At least some of those custody sergeants were violently assaulting people who had been arrested, indecently assaulting them and/or demanding sexual favours from them, framing people and illegally detaining them. Waddon conducted research on PACE – that was the PACE which was sometimes ignored by officers of the North Wales Police.

After many years of Waddon conducting research with the North Wales Police, the North Wales Police acquired a new Chief Constable, Richard Brunstrom, who made it one of his priorities to clean up the force. In the process Mr Brunstrom found it necessary to remove two Assistant Chief Constables, one of whom was then appointed as the Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust.

The corruption in the North Wales Police was legendary.

Waddon’s research with an endemically corrupt force who concealed a paedophile gang who killed witnesses to their criminality was conducted with another academic from Bangor, Colin Baker aka Toad.

Toad began his academic career in the Psychology Dept but moved to the Education Dept. Like Alun Waddon, Toad’s time in Bangor went back a long way, back to the days when Dafydd and the paedophiles ran UCNW (Bangor University). My post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ describes how many of the teachers and teacher trainers in north Wales knew about the abuse of children. For a long while, Bangor had two institutions which trained teachers – St Mary’s, which was part of UCNW (Bangor University) and Bangor Normal College. Staff in both of these institutions knew that children were being abused – there were varying degrees of collusion on the part of different members of staff. The Normal College eventually merged with the University.

Some twelve years ago or so, there was a great deal of boasting on the part of Toad et al when he and some colleagues succeeded in extracting a huge quantity of money out of the ESRC to establish the ESRC Centre for Research on Bilingualism at Bangor University.

Toad’s area of expertise is in bilingualism and although Bangor does have expertise in bilingualism it is not what it could or should be, considering that the region is a bilingual region with many citizens speaking both Welsh and English. Furthermore Toad and his colleagues certainly missed a few opportunities to offer their expertise. There was a highly publicised case in mid-Wales in which a boy was removed from the care of one of his parents – his parents had split up – on the basis of the opinion of an ‘expert’ who maintained that the Welsh medium school that the boy was attending, by dint of it teaching him in Welsh, was profoundly damaging to the boy’s education and development. The boy was a Welsh speaker. The opinion articulated by the ‘expert’ from England would not have looked out of place in the famous Blue Books of 1847, which were written by three English speaking schools inspectors who maintained that teaching children though the medium of Welsh held them back intellectually and caused immorality. Did Toad and the Experts from Bangor mount a challenge to this nonsense? No. They remained completely silent. There wasn’t even so much as a letter to a newspaper. Then there was the denial of Welsh language rights to Welsh speakers in English prisons which caused a diplomatic incident. Not a word from any of them.

I commented on this at the time to one of my senior colleagues who observed that Toad et al were such a bunch of craven creeps that none of them would dare take on the might of the British state, no matter how much they mouthed off in Bangor.

Although Toad lapped up much of the praise for the development of the ESRC Centre, the School of Psychology were heavily involved in the bid as was the School of Linguistics. From what I could see, Professor Margaret Deuchar from Linguistics was doing much of the heavy lifting as it were, whilst Toad turned up to the wine receptions.

A former member of staff of the School of Linguistics in Bangor is Alun Waddon’s wife, Dr Michelle Aldridge-Waddon – she now works at Cardiff University.

At about the time that the funding for the ESRC Centre was announced, Margaret Deuchar acquired a new PhD student. He was the son of two recently retired mental health social workers who had spent decades working in north Wales, including at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. They knew all about the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles. They certainly didn’t like it, but they didn’t speak up.

There were of course people involved with the ESRC Centre who were not paedophiles’ friends – but the key movers and shakers were. Presiding over it all was Fungus, who had extracting dosh from people in high places who knew about the barrel of crap in north Wales down to an art.

At the time of the establishment of the ESRC Centre, I was working at Bangor and I did wonder how a group of people who weren’t quite as good as they pretended to be landed so much dosh at a time when the ESRC was being very fussy indeed as to what and who it funded. The success rate for big bids by then was very, very small and Oxbridge and Russell Group universities were very obviously being prioritised by the ESRC. When dosh went to Wales it almost always went to Cardiff University. But Toad was the lucky winner. I presumed that Toad et al must have had hidden depths that I was unaware of.

Indeed they did. They all had the shit on the Westminster Paedophile Ring of the 1970s, 80s and 90s as well as on the associated cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry. They also knew that Blair was continuing to keep the lid on it and Fungus at least will have had the wit to know that Blair had dished out scores of Ministerial posts and peerages to folk who were keeping schtum. Like me, Fungus will have identified all of them and will have known exactly which roles they occupied in Blair’s administrations. He’ll have known that Cherie was mates with the ‘radical lawyers’ in London who concealed it all whilst it was happening as well.

Fungus was not a pretty straight kind of guy in the least and he’ll have known exactly what someone else who pretended that he was a pretty straight kind of guy had been up to.

The dosh for the ESRC Centre was confirmed around 2006-07. Bids that big take a few years to prepare so I imagine that Fungus and Toad started negotiations in about 2004. There will have been several ’rounds’ that they had to get through before they made it through to the jackpot. A bid that big will have had to be endorsed at the highest levels of the ESRC.

 

So who was responsible for giving a bunch of paedophiles’ friends so much money on the basis of years of not particularly earth-shattering research conducted with their associates in the paedophile gang? Step forward Sir Ian Diamond, who was Chief Exec of the ESRC whilst Fungus and Toad did the negotiating.

The Diamond Geezer is an economist and a statistician who studied at the LSE and St Andrews. He spent much of his career at Southampton University. He was appointed a lecturer  at Southampton in 1980, became a senior lecturer, then a Professor and was appointed Deputy Vice-Chancellor in 2001.

Southampton University contained a nexus of Top Doctors who were central to the concealing of the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – leading lights included Sir Donald Acheson (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’).

The Diamond Geezer’s work ‘has crossed many disciplinary boundaries, most notably working in the area of population but also in health, both in the developed and less developed world, in environmental noise and with local authorities’.

If the Diamond Geezer has crunched numbers in health research, he’ll know just what a sorry state the NHS is in and what a lot of lies have been told by the Top Doctors about ‘excellence’. He’ll have noticed the mortality rates and suicide statistics for north Wales as well.

Diamond Chaired the Executive Group of Research Councils UK, the body representing all seven UK Research Councils, 2004-09, as well as the ESRC.

Ian Diamond was Vice-Chancellor of the University of Aberdeen, 2010-17.

Sir Ian is or was Chair of Lloyds Banking Group Foundation for England and Wales. He is or was Chair of British Universities and Colleges Sport, Chair (Ex Officio) of the Mitchell Hospital Trust, Deputy Chair of UCAS and Interim Deputy Chair of the Dept for International Development Research Advisory Group, 2017.

Diamond is also Trustee of the Iona Cathedral Trust and the Population Investigation Committee.

Diamond was knighted in 2013.

 

Another pet won a prize two years after David Cameron gave Diamond his K – Alun Waddon’s son, Luke! Here’s Luke picking up his award from Samantha Cameron for being ‘inspirational’ in the way that he dealt with his father’s death years previously:

Luke

 

Sir Ian Diamond was appointed a Deputy Lieutenant of Aberdeen in 2013.

In 2016 Diamond he led a review of university finance in Wales which was commissioned by the Welsh Assembly Government, which recommended that grants towards tuition fees should be replaced with support for living costs instead. 

 

Sir Ian’s accomplice at the ESRC when he handed over all that dosh to the paedophiles’ friends was the Chair of the ESRC, Dame Frances Cairncross.

Frances Cairncross was the economics correspondent of ‘The Guardian’, 1973-81 and women’s page editor from 1981-84. Before working on ‘The Guardian’, Frances worked at ‘The Times’, 1967-69, ‘The Banker’, 1969 and ‘The Observer’, 1970-73. She was on the staff of ‘The Economist’, 1984-04, being managing editor, 1999-04.

Cairncross was President of the British Science Association, 2005–06.

Cairncross was Rector of Exeter College, Oxford, 2004-14. She was a non-executive director of Stramongate Ltd from 2005-11 and a presenter of Radio 4’s Analysis programme.

In 2004-05, Cairncross was High Sheriff of Greater London. 

In 2015, Cairncross was appointed Chair of the Court of Heriot-Watt University.

Cairncross Chairs the Executive Committee of the Institute for Fiscal Studies. She is a Senior Fellow at the School of Public Policy, University of California, Los Angeles.

 

Cairncross’s brother Sandy Cairncross is an epidemiologist at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine. He has been involved with the institution since 1977. So Sandy was there when they unlawfully withdrew their offer of my place on an MSc there in 1986, just a few weeks after the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood found out that I had the offer.

Sandy’s career has been spent in research and teaching and in developing countries, implementing water, sanitation and public health programmes. His experience includes building water supplies in Lesotho and seven years as a water and sanitation engineer for the Government of Mozambique.

Sandy is Research Director of the DFID-funded SHARE Research Consortium, whose aim is applied research with partners WaterAid, Shack Dwellers International, the International Institute for Environment and Development and the International Centre for Diarrhoeal Disease Research, Bangladesh.

Sandy Cairncross is also Deputy Director of the African SNOWS Consortium, to build research capacity of six African universities in water, sanitation and environmental health.

Until 2015, Sandy served as Chair of Teaching aids at Low Cost (TALC), an international NGO. He is also Chair of Africa AHEAD.

There is a Centre for Arid Zone Studies at Bangor University which was established when the paedophiles’ friends controlled the whole institution. Sandy will know them, because when CAZS was first set up there weren’t many people involved with such work and Bangor was a leader in the field.

 

Dame Frances Cairncross’s uncle was John Cairncross, the MI6 officer who was a Soviet double agent. Cairncross worked initially in the Cabinet Office as a Private Secretary to Lord Hankey, the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. Later he transferred to the Foreign Office.

Between 1941-45 John Cairncross supplied the Soviets with 5,832 documents, according to Russian archives. He joined MI6 in 1944 and worked under Kim Philby. Yuri Modin, the Russian MGB (later KGB) control in London, claimed that Cairncross gave him details of nuclear arms to be stationed with NATO in West Germany. 

Cairncross admitted to spying in 1951 after MI5 found papers in Guy Burgess’s flat with a handwritten note from him, after Burgess’s flight to Moscow. Cairncross was never prosecuted which later led to charges that the Government engaged in a conspiracy to cover up his role. Indeed, the identity of the infamous ‘fifth man’ in the Cambridge Five remained a mystery outside intelligence circles until 1990, when KGB defector Oleg Gordievsky confirmed that it was Cairncross. Although Cairncross knew Anthony Blunt at Cambridge and Guy Burgess in the Foreign Office, he claimed not to have been aware that they or any of the other Cambridge spies were also passing secrets to the Russians.

I continue to be impressed at the connections of Dafydd and the paedophiles…

 

 

I will be on holday for a few days from Saturday but when I return I will be blogging about Ronnie Waterhouse’s extensive network of very influential friends and relatives. Ronnie only hung out with the best. His friends and neighbours were Cabinet Ministers, newspaper barons, leading lights in the arts and of course High Court judges and law lords. Ronnie spent a great deal of time in the Garrick, in the Savoy or in the finest hotels and restaurants in France and Italy. Many of Ronnie’s friends and relatives are now dead, but because so many of them were directly involved with concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles, they are still worth blogging about.

Ronnie’s children however are of course very much with us and as with the offspring of other paedophiles’ friends, Ronnie went to great lengths to give them the best start in life. From Ronnie’s own account in his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’ his children benefited greatly from Ronnie’s many friendships with folk in high places.

 

So let me introduce Thomas, Sophie and Laura, Ronnie’s three children who grew up during the 1970s when Ronnie lived in north London and his neighbours included David Astor, the owner and editor of ‘The Observer’ (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’); John Platts-Mills, the former Labour MP and barrister who defended the Great Train Robbers and the Kray Twins; Leo Abse, the bent lawyer and south Wales Labour MP who concealed George Thomas’s sexual offences against children for decades and who was also investigated for historical sexual offences against children himself (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’); Paul and Linda McCartney; Mark and Arabella Lennox-Boyd (Mark Lennox-Boyd was PPS to Thatcher). Ronnie and his family didn’t just have dinner with this lot and others like them, he holidayed with them as well.

 

Ronnie’s son Thomas Waterhouse was born in the Lindo Wing at St Mary’s Hospital, Paddington. The Lindo Wing has been the favourite birth place for Royal babies for the last few decades. Thomas went to Milbrook House School where he shared a dorm with Viscount Linley, Princess Margaret’s son. One of the schools which Viscount Linley attended has recently been at the centre of a serious sexual abuse scandal after a number of old boys came forward with terrible accounts, but I don’t know whether that was Milbrook House or another school.

After Milbrook House, Thomas went to Uppingham School. There were major traumas for the Waterhouse family when Thomas caught measles when he was in the sixth form. Ronnie explained that it was ‘very worrying and disappointing for all of us’ as Thomas ‘had to spend some time in a darkened room’. Ronnie enlarges: ‘quite apart from the damage to his academic prospects, he had been looking forward to opening the batting for the Uppingham first XI and that was no longer a practical possibility’.

Now I’m sure that catching measles wasn’t particularly nice for Thomas and no doubt he was miffed that he couldn’t open the batting for the Uppingham first XI. But I’ll remind everyone that in 1997 Ronnie Waterhouse heard first hand accounts from the former residents of children’s homes in north Wales who had been beaten, starved, forced to labour in local businesses for no wages, buggered and gang raped. Ronnie agreed that one girl of 14 who had become pregnant was ‘very disturbed’ and thus dismissed her claim that it was a social worker who had made her pregnant when he raped her. Another girl pissed Ronnie off and was dismissed as a very bad witness because she kept crying whilst she gave evidence regarding the multiple sexual assaults that she had experienced. Ronnie’s Public Inquiry employed scores of lawyers and barristers who aggressively cross-examined such witnesses and called them liars. Ronnie guaranteed immunity from prosecution for everyone who had staffed and managed those children’s homes who condescended to give evidence at the Inquiry and furthermore Ronnie and the other members of his panel were also guaranteed immunity from prosecution. Ronnie was a personal friend of some of the people who had run the ‘services’ which facilitated the paedophile gang and who had ignored complaints about abuse in the homes under investigation.

Whilst this was going on, I was prosecuted on the basis of the perjury of Bridget Lloyd (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), an Angel who was a colleague of the paedophile gang whose members had been granted immunity from prosecution if they appeared at Ronnie’s Inquiry.

How are you getting on Dr DGE Wood? Happy memories of a vile old pervert called Gwynne Williams have suddenly come flooding back to me! A vile old pervert who I think knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse…

 

Fortunately for Thomas Waterhouse, although he missed opening the batting for the Uppingham first XI and his A levels were ‘disappointing’, all was not lost. Davies’s College in London ‘prepared’ Thomas for his resits – all those years of expensive schooling having obviously not done the trick – and Thomas then went to Aberystwyth University to study law and politics. Ronnie was mates with numerous Aber law graduates who had become judges and politicians and he also knew a number of people involved in managing and governing that institution.

Thomas graduated in 1984.

1984 was the year that I graduated as well – and the year that I encountered Gwynne Williams and the year that Brown and I were threatened by Dr DGE Wood after we complained about Williams!

 

After graduation, there was more disappointment for poor old Thomas. No he wasn’t propositioned by a Top Doctor who was running a paedophile ring and then threatened and harassed by that Top Doc’s mates for the next few decades, but Thomas was rejected for an Army Commission. Sir Ronnie and his wife were furious!

It was OK though, dad came to the rescue. Ronnie’s book tells us that ‘through the good offices of my ex-Singaporean friend Graham Starforth Hill’ Thomas landed a job with American Express Bank in 1985.

No washing-up dishes in the British Hotel in Bangor at a rate of 50p/hour or gutting the fish because his violent social worker has ordered him to for Thomas.

Graham Starforth Hill died in 2017. In 1993, Judge Ian Starforth Hill described the eight year old victim of an attempted rape as ‘not entirely an angel herself’ and gave her attacker two years probation.

It was onward and upward for Thomas after that boost to his career by Graham Starforth Hill. In 1992, Thomas married a Danish girl and later joined Sumitomo Bank – which later became the Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation Europe Ltd. Ronnie’s book tells us that Thomas was Head of the Project Finance Team, then Head of Energy and Natural Resources, then Joint General Manager.

Thomas Waterhouse’s Linked In profile provides the following information regarding his career:

1985-87: Special Transactions Group, American Express Bank Ltd, London Branch
1987-88: Global Management Training Programme, American Express Bank Ltd., New York
1988-1992: Director, Global Aerospace Group, American Express Bank Ltd, London
1992-1993: Special Assignment, loan recoveries in UK property sector, American Express Bank Ltd.

1993-96: International Finance Group, The Sumitomo Bank Ltd, London Branch.

1996-99: International Finance Dept Asia, The Sumitomo Bank Ltd, Hong Kong Branch.

2000-15: Structured Finance Dept Europe, Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation Europe Ltd, London.

May 2015: International Banking Dept/Structured Finance Dept, Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation, Dubai Branch.

Yma O Hyd!

 

Thomas was posted to Hong Kong in Oct 1996 and returned to Kent in Feb 1999. So Thomas jetted off to Hong Kong at the very time that his father opened the Inquiry into the rape and abuse of children which over decades was facilitated and ignored by people known to the Waterhouse family and he returned after the victims had given evidence and had their characters trashed in public.

Thomas was quite a wag according to Ronnie. On one occasion, Thomas hired a Rolls Royce and turned up in it to meet his old dad! How Ronnie laughed when he realised that Thomas was playing a joke on him – Ronnie explained that Thomas’s own car was just a Bentley.

Thomas should have tried travelling on the buses in north Wales – Crosville, Arriva and D&G Motors. I went on them for years. It’s how I met so many of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

‘We didn’t know. There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales.’

Well no-one was going to find out whether there was by dining at the Savoy or working as a banker in Hong Kong were they.

 

Thomas’s sister Sophie was born in 1966. Ronnie makes a big deal of Sophie having been taught by Heather Brigstocke when Brigstocke was Headmistress of Frances Holland School.

Baroness Heather Brigstocke was a Conservative peer. She went to Girton College, Cambridge and when young hung out with Norman St John Stevas. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School I was told by a researcher who frequented the London gay scene that Norman St John Stevas was holding ‘spanking parties with little boys’, that this was widely known and that ‘no-one knows how he’s getting away with it’. Er, could Norman’s friendship with the Queen Mum – Gawd Bless ‘Er – have been anything to do with the lack of press reports? The Queen Mum who’s loyal servant Backstairs Billy died of an HIV related condition (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). That’s the Queen Mum whose grandson was mates with Jimmy Savile and who called upon Savile’s abilities as a marriage guidance counsellor.

 

After leaving Frances Holland School, Heather Brigstocke was High Mistress of St Paul’s Girls’ School. Heather was married to the civil servant and diplomat Geoffrey Brigstocke. She was Founding Chairman of Home Start International, a Governor of Imperial College, London and Chairman of the English Speaking Union. Brigstocke was also Chairman of Landau Forte College in Derby and an honorary bencher of the Inner Temple.

During her time at St Paul’s, Heather Brigstocke served on numerous outside boards and committees. She was a member of the Council of the Middlesex Hospital Medical School – Gwynne Williams’s alma mater – was on the national committee of the Automobile Association and served on the councils of the City University, the Royal Society of Arts and of St George’s College, Windsor.

In addition Brigstocke was President of the Bishop Creighton House Settlement, Fulham, a Governor of the Museum of London, a non-executive Director of LWT, a Trustee of the National Gallery and a Governor of Wellington College and the Royal Ballet School. She served as President of the Girls’ School Association in 1980-81.

After retiring from St Paul’s in 1989, Brigstocke acquired a new range of appointments, serving on the Museums and Galleries Commission, the Health Education Authority and the Modern Foreign Languages Working Group. She also served on the Boards of ‘The Times’, Great Universal Stores and Burberry’s.

After Heather Brigstocke’s first husband was killed in an air accident, she married law lord Lord Hugh Griffiths. She had previously known Griffiths’ wife Evelyn because Evelyn had been Chair of the Governors at St Paul’s Girls’ School.

In the 1960s Brigtocke’s first husband was posted to Washington DC and she taught in the White House nursery, one of her charges being the child of Jackie Kennedy.

Brigstocke’s obituaries all contain curious mentions of how ‘difficult’ she was, of how many people – the including parents of her pupils – didn’t like her, but how she also had an ability to extract large amounts of cash out of parents and had celebrity parents, including David Dimbleby and Cleo Laine, jumping when she told them to.

So why was this monstrous old bag able to order them all around?

Heather Brigstocke was killed along with her assistant Rosemary Magid in Athens in April 2004. They were hit by a speeding driver.

One of Heather Brigstocke’s children is the comedian Marcus Brigstocke. Marcus is impeccably politically correct and won’t hear a word against the NHS. Marcus Brigstocke was one of the comedians who performed at The Giddy Goat fundraiser for St David’s Hospice in 2012 (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). The Chief Exec of St David’s Hospice at the time was Alun Davies, the perjurer and former manager of the Hergest Unit. The Giddy Goat event occurred just after Operational Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and after demands that the Waterhouse Inquiry should be reviewed in the wake of allegations that it was a huge cover-up.

Marcus – Alun Davies was one of those concealing a paedophile gang who murdered their victims you big numpty.

 

In 1984 Sophie Waterhouse gained entry t her father’s old Cambridge College, St John’s. Sophie certainly get to mix with the best. I have mentioned in previous posts that Ronnie and his wife were good mates of Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe. Ronnie made friends with Geoffrey Howe at Cambridge, they both worked on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and they remained lifelong friends. They were always dining at each others houses and spending weekends and holidays together – Ronnie did a great deal of socialising and holidaying for a man with such onerous responsibilities – including during the years when Howe was helping Thatcher wreck the nation. When Howe reached the dizzy heights of Foreign Secretary, Ronnie and his wife used to crash at Chevening, the official residence which Thatch had given Howe the use of. On one such occasion, Sophie ‘deputised’ for Ronnie’s wife. It’s certainly an interesting way to describe taking your daughter along for a freebie at the Foreign Secretary’s place.

In his book Ronnie commented sniffily that when Thatcher ‘foolishly’ demoted Howe from Foreign Secretary to mere Deputy PM, Howe lost the use of Chevening and they all had to slum it at Dorneywood, which wasn’t half so good.

Mark Humphrys was a former kid in care from north Wales who was found dead after giving evidence in court that former North Wales Police Superintendent Gordon Anglesea had molested him. Mark was found hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.

At least Thatch died in the Ritz. I don’t know where Ronnie and Geoffrey Howe died, but I do know that it wasn’t in the stairwell of some flats in Wrexham.

 

In 1988, Sophie’s natural talents won her a place at the National Film and TV School at Beaconsfield. The Director of that establishment is (or was) Lord David Puttnam, a Labour peer and Blair’s mate. When Sophie gained entry to the National Film and TV School, two of my friends had just finished postgrad courses in film and media. They used to talk about the National Film and TV School as being somewhere that one could only bag a place if one handed over a great deal of money, but if you did you were made because of the connections that you were guaranteed to make there.

Ronnie explained in his book that the multi-talented Sophie later decided that a film producer’s life was not for her. Instead Sophie moved to Rhodes and became a novelist. After yet another change of heart, Sophie ended up in San Francisco and then moved to Los Angeles in 2001, where she ‘found work with’ film producer Lou Pitt, who was located in Beverley Hills. In 2005 Sophie ended up as Vice-President of the Pitt Group! Which pit would that be then Sophie? The same fucking pit that your father and his mates lived in, the cesspit perhaps?

 

Ronnie’s other daughter Laura went to the same school as Dame Judi Dench’s children! The Dame Judi who is Patron of the St James’s Singers, among whose members are Professor Robert Bluglass – who concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) – and his wife Kerry Bluglass, who is also a Top Doctor. Ronnie mentions that Laura went to Malvern College, although I don’t know if that was the school which also hosted Dame Judi’s offspring.

 

There was a student at UCNW when I was a student there who went to Malvern College. I didn’t know this girl, but the staff at the Student Health Centre who were facilitating the trafficking ring were acutely aware of her presence because they mentioned her to me. Dr DGE Wood would have known damn well not to refer her to Gwynne Williams or there would have been trouble.

 

After Malvern College, Laura went to SOAS. I always thought that SOAS was heaving with radical students, but one of my friend’s daughters went to SOAS and she told me that there was in reality a great many very privileged students there who were just playing at being radical.

 

Ronnie tells us in his book that he doesn’t like weddings, but he certainly managed to attend a great many of them, usually of course weddings with receptions at the Savoy or the Ritz. Whilst at weddings, Ronnie inevitably ended up meeting the rich and famous. He even came across Vanessa Redgrave at his niece’s wedding. Ronnie’s niece Eliza Thompson was a friend of Vanessa’s daughter Natasha Richardson. Natasha died in a ski-ing accident in 2009. I’m glad that I never met Ronnie Waterhouse, there seems to be a frighteningly high mortality rate among people who bump into him. Meeting Ronnie Waterhouse is even more dangerous than complaining about Gwynne Williams and taking the piss out of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

 

Ronnie did of course attend Laura’s wedding to Andrew Shakeshaft. Googling the name Andrew Shakeshaft throws up a number of people all with equally incriminating jobs, such as lawyers, NHS staff etc. I have no idea which Andrew Shakeshaft Laura married. However, at the end of Ronnie’s book he mentions that Laura and her husband established an Ayurveda practice. Laura and Andrew still seem to be doing that – adverts can be found online for Laura and Andrew. They practice therapies that even I haven’t heard of – Laura is an Amnanda Therapist and the following spiel about her can be found online:

‘I have over 15 years experience as a massage therapist and Ayurvedic practitioner, helping people improve their health and well-being through bodywork, herbal supplements and nutrition.
I also work with horses and am a practitioner of Masterson Method – a combination of massage, myofascial release and movement.
Amnanda therapy is a deeply healing and transformative process and accompanying both people and animals through the process is very rewarding and a privilege.
People and animals are both affected by the negative impact of stress on their physical and emotional health. When we live with our animals and form deep bonds we also become sensitive to each others emotions. Working with people and their horses or dogs I’ve found that whether it’s the animal or human that receives Amnanda there is a positive impact on the relationship. As old patterns of behaviour are released the partnership enjoys better communication and understanding. To go through the process together has an even more profound effect, deepening the bond of trust and opening the doors to a greatly enhanced relationship.’

 

I would not be surprised in the least if Laura and Andrew are laying their healing hands upon – and applying their Ayurvedic methods to – those who have suffered the trauma of sexual abuse…

How about establishing a clinic in north Wales then Laura? There’s a great many traumatised people up there and they can’t even access NHS care…

 

 

Now I’ll mention a few more who could have made an appearance at Ronnie’s Inquiry but didn’t.

There was a midwife who lived in Llandegfan on Anglesey in the mid 1980s who worked at the St David’s Laundry (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) and knew all about the wrongdoing there. This lady also knew of a girl who lived in the village who had been completely abandoned by her parents and was coping as best as she could by living with her gran in much reduced circumstances on Anglesey. The girl in question was bright and was actually coping well – she was also very generous of spirit and befriended two other girls from Llandegfan who were isolated bullied by the other kids and indeed teachers at Ysgol David Hughes in Menai Bridge. At least one of those girls was being abused by a group of men on Anglesey. The midwife knew this, she discussed it in front of me. Not in terms of ‘what should be done to help those kids’ – she simply mentioned that one had to be ‘strong to survive’. Not their her own daughter was particularly strong – she was a nice girl, but not particularly academic and was wrapped in cotton wool by her mum and dad. What did she do when she left David Hughes? She became a nurse of course, like her mum.

Ooh its a shame isn’t it. The kids in the children’s homes were beaten, buggered and raped. Oh well just not strong enough to survive, that was their problem…Not that any of us super strong adults will be giving evidence ourselves, Christ we don’t want to be found dead like those kids who complained were…

It’s called Being Really Feeble Tesni’s mum – and the rest of you…

 

Another person who could provide a statement is Mrs Barnes. Mrs Barnes – she did have a first name, it was Gwyneth, but she preferred to be known as Mrs – worked as a cleaner in the Hergest Unit. I know that Mrs Barnes witnessed the neglect and abuse of the patients there because when I was doing my PhD, I made friends with the lady who cleaned my office who also used to be a cleaner at the Hergest Unit and she discussed the shocking mistreatment of patients at the Hergest and told me that all the cleaners there were horrified at what was going on. Mrs Barnes achieved fame as a result of her letters to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ in which she grumbled about the alleged delinquency of Bangor University students. Mrs Barnes maintained that the students were urinating in her garden, chucking broken bottles over the hedge, brawling and all sorts. I’m not quite sure where Mrs Barnes found these students from, they certainly weren’t like any of the students that I ever came across, but I suppose that she might have met some dreadful ones.

Mrs Barnes and her husband fitted cameras on posts in their garden with the intention of filming the wrongdoing and threatened to sue Bangor University. One very angry letter of theirs to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ stated that they would name Prof Fergus Lowe in their court action. Mrs Barnes: Fungus was universally loathed and you’d have been the most popular woman in Bangor if you had sued him. The irony is that Fungus’s entire power base was built upon his knowledge of the scores of people who were concealing the sex trafficking ring that those Top Doctors who’s crimes you were also keeping quiet about were facilitating. It wasn’t the students who were the problem, it was the people running Ysbyty Gwynedd whom you worked for and whom you refused to challenge…

 

Here’s another story of Everyday Service User Folk. In about 1993 I was having a cup of coffee in Gerrard’s bakery and tea shop in Bangor when a man whom I had not encountered before started a conversation with me. I’m not one of these people who refuses to talk to what Jasper Carrot called The Nutter On The Bus, so I didn’t run away. I did hear something pretty horrendous though. The man explained that he had joined a church in Bangor in an attempt to gain forgiveness after his wife had killed herself. He was very desperate to gain forgiveness and told me that it was his fault that his wife had killed herself. As the conversation continued, he revealed that they had both been mental health patients and that he had been ferociously violent to his wife throughout their marriage. She had suffered from serious depression and one day after a particularly dreadful fight he had walked out and returned to the house later to find that she had hung herself. Wracked with horror and guilt, he went to find his psychiatrist, who told him that he shouldn’t feel guilty, there really was nothing that anyone could have done to help her. That psychiatrist was Tony Francis (Dr X).

Whilst I was chatting to this man, a hippy from Bethesda saw me. He later told me that he knew the man from the old days – he was a long term drug user, he was known to be violent and the other hippies all ended up avoiding him because he was ‘bad news’.

Nothing that anyone could do, tch tch. Left living with a violent drug abusing man whilst seriously ill. The problem with the mentally ill is they just won’t take responsibility…

 

Some years ago a patient at the Ablett Unit, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, was murdered by a patient whom she met whilst in the Ablett Unit and subsequently set up home with. The staff knew that he had a history of violence towards his female partners but didn’t tell her.

 

Whilst we’re on the subject of men known to be abusive to female partners who are supported in this by the NHS, I’ll mention John Clark, former drunken wife-beating scumbag of Bethesda. John Clark was married to a hippy girl called Cath Milton. The whole of Bethesda knew that Clark was a violent drunk and Cath frequently sought shelter with friends and neighbours when she was too frightened to go home. Cath began to suffer from serious abdominal pains and consulted Bethesda surgery. This went on for months, whilst all GPs at Bethesda surgery assured Cath that she had indigestion. It transpired that she didn’t – Cath was terminally ill and died a few months later at the age of 38 years. Whilst she was dying John Clark sent her out to do the shopping and of course to buy his cider. For the last two weeks of her life, Cath was in Ysbyty Gwynedd. John Clark prevented anyone from visiting her, even those people whom Cath wanted to see. Ysbyty Gwynedd knew exactly what the score was and said nothing.

Imagine everyone’s surprise when within months of Cath’s death, after John Clark had sold their house and allegedly ‘gone back to Ireland’, he reappeared in Bethesda with a vulnerable young woman in tow, with whom he subsequently had a baby. John Clark was then offered a North Wales Housing Association house on the basis of, it was alleged, another corrupt deal of the sort detailed in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ As far as John Clark and Cath were concerned, it was another case of I Know Cos I Was There. Furthermore I know that John Clark and Cath knew about the framing and stuffing over of patient F as described in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’. John Clark and Cath knew about a great deal more as well, including the rampant corruption of the North Wales Police, the shenanigans of he who was keen on school girls Ed Ingram, as detailed in my post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ and the collusion of Bethesda surgery with all this.

No-one could have bought Cath off because she was honest. No wonder her terminal illness ‘wasn’t diagnosed’ and it was old Clark who gained material advantage.

 

I witnessed one of the Bethesda GPs, Dr Paul Nickson, get very angry with one of Cath’s former neighbours and friends after her death when this person said that he’d ‘lost Cath to stomach cancer’. Nickson snapped ‘it wasn’t stomach cancer’. So what was it then Dr Nickson, because no-one in Bethesda ever found out and Cath didn’t die of indigestion no matter what you and your colleagues said.

In my post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ I mentioned that Dame Judi Dench and Dr Paul Nickson were Quakers and that some years ago Dafydd had begun cosying up to the Quakers at the same time as a victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles became a target of a GP who was a Quaker in Cumbria. I presumed that these were unrelated facts, but last night I received an e mail telling me that Owain Gethin Evans, the former Assistant Director of Social Services for Gwynedd County Council, was a prominent Quaker in north west Wales. Gethin Evans was responsible for the management of the children’s homes in Gwynedd for years whilst the paedophile gang operated within them (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Gethin was one of Nefyn Dodd’s henchmen, Nefyn Dodd being the appallingly brutal manager of the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor, where children were trafficked to Dolphin Square as well as to other locations. I have been told that after the whistleblower Alison Taylor was suspended, Gethin and Lucille Hughes (Gwynedd’s Director of Social Services and Dafydd’s mistress) toured Gwynedd and warned all staff that anyone caught communicating with Alison would be dismissed.

I have been told that Gethin lived at Clynnog Fawr on the Llyn Peninsula. I didn’t realise that but it might explain a few things. I lived in Clynnog Fawr for a while and within two weeks of me moving in someone was spreading poison about me. I presumed that it was someone from the mental health services but at the time I didn’t know anyone in Clynnog apart from my mates with whom I was living, so I wondered who it was. I didn’t know about Gethin’s presence in the village. It might also explain why after the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced, Tony Francis was given ‘new responsibilities’ as the psychiatrist for the Llyn and purchased himself a second home at Trefor, a village down the road from Clynnog Fawr. Francis had only just bought a grand new house on Anglesey and after about a year he had a hissy fit, withdrew from his responsibilities on the Llyn and flogged his house at Trefor.

So Gethin, did you and your temporary neighbour manage to organise whatever was needed during that year when old Ronnie was taking evidence from the former kids in care whom you and your neighbour both knew were being battered, raped and occasionally killed?

 

 

Someone else who might like to give a statement about Dafydd and his NHS colleagues is Dr Alex Plows, former environmental activist and latterly a sociologist of dubious competence. As a young woman Alex lived in a bender in Dafydd’s garden and described Dafydd as being a ‘really good laugh’. Yes, these things really did happen. When Alex decided to metamorphose into a sociologist, her remit for conducting health and social care research with Ysbyty Gwynedd did not prevent her from posting up a photo of herself on Facebook whilst at a party with a plateful of shrooms. Who knows, perhaps Alex discussed the quality of those shrooms with the Rev Wynne Roberts, the Elvis-impersonating, parishioner-shagging hospital chaplain at the Betsi (see post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’) whom Alex interviewed in his role as Service Users’ Champion.

Another member of the Service Users Committee at the Betsi who was interviewed by Alex was Ann Perkins. Ann Perkins is married to John Perkins, the hopelessly incompetent former Academic Registrar of Bangor University. John and Ann are internationalists, so much so that John Perkins used to undertake much-publicised visits to Afghanistan where – claimed John – he drank green tea with war lords in order to persuade them to develop education facilities for girls and wimmin. Which left those of us in Bangor rolling around laughing, because John Perkins couldn’t even facilitate education for wimmin in Wales.

John Perkins might be able to give us a clue regarding the destruction of the career and indeed life of one woman in particular though – Mary Wynch. When Mary was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’), Mary worked as a secretary in the Agriculture Dept at UCNW, which, in the aftermath of Mary’s unlawful imprisonment, was presided over by the toxic and incompetent Prof J.B. Owen, member of the cylch. J.B. Owen was a sheep farmer on Anglesey whose family had handed over the dosh which had founded the Agriculture Dept many moons before. Before J.B. Owen returned to the family seat to carry out vendettas against people who had crossed the path of the paedophile gang, he had been a geneticist at Aberdeen University….

One member of staff in the Agriculture Dept in the 1980s was the agricultural economist Prof Richard Howarth. Howarth was an adviser to Thatcher. How ever someone who worked with that bunch of clowns ended up advising Thatch I’d be most interested to know. Particularly because so many of Howarth’s colleagues were facilitating the paedophile ring which was supplying Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison with under-aged boys.

What has this all got to do with Dr John Perkins? Probably quite a lot. John Perkins started his career in the Agriculture Dept. He will know why it was that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed Mary Wynch. So what did Mary find out about then Perkins?

 

 

News highlights from the past couple of days include the results of the inquest on Gordon Anglesea, who died in prison in 2016, after being convicted of historic sexual offences against boys in care in north Wales. In 2004 Anglesea won nearly £400,000 libel damages after ‘Private Eye’ and others named him as having molested boys in care in north Wales (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). It has been stated that Anglesea died of organ failure, which doesn’t actually tell us very much.

 

Previous posts have mentioned that after the Jillings Report was submitted in 1996, days later a local authority re-organisation resulted in the disappearance of Clwyd County Council, which managed the children’s homes under investigation by Jillings’s team. I previously observed that therefore there was nobody to sue, should any of the surviving former kids in care try to do so.

The local authority reorganisation was a result of a previous recommendation by the Boundary Commission. One of Ronnie Waterhouse’s many roles was that of a boundary commissioner.

I have however received an e mail informing me that Flintshire Council was the succeeding authority after Clwyd County Council was dissolved and Flintshire assumed legal responsibilities from Clwyd and could indeed be sued. Whilst I accept that, Charlie Falconer and Vera Baird subsequently made changes to legal aid which would now make that a near impossibility. At the time, Charlie Falconer’s legal aid changes nearly put the two lawyers in north Wales who were representing kids in care and mental health patients out of business. Charlie Falconer did this in his capacity as Lord Chancellor – or it might have been whilst he was Secretary of State for Justice –  in Blair’s Gov’t. It was of course Cherie and Blair’s friend and colleague Michael Beloff QC who ensured that no-one at all except Clwyd County Council’s lawyers and insurers ever saw the full contents of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Charlie Falconer is Blair’s former flatmate.

Blair gave a peerage to Patricia Scotland QC whilst she represented the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry and grilled all those victims of serious crime. Then when Gordon became PM, he made her Attorney General!

 

There has been much media coverage of the NHS IT cock-up which led to many thousands of mistakes in the breast cancer screening programme in England and the deaths of hundreds of women. Jeremy Hunt and others ‘cannot understand’ why it has taken eight years for the mistake to be revealed. The NHS concealing catastrophic errors? Well blow me down with a feather. The oncologist Karol Sikora has written a piece for the Mail Online in which he asked why ‘alarm bells’ were not heard sooner. Karole Sikora worked with the crooks  and fraudsters at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School for many years, including during 1987-88, when I was doing an MSc there. If I and other postgrads knew about some of the wrongdoing that was going on there (see posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘I Don’t Believe It!’), I’m sure that Karol Sikora did. He did not ring any alarm bells.

 

 

Lastly, the event that the relatives of those patients abused and neglected in the Tawel Fan Scandal at the Ablett Unit, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, have waited so long for. Today saw the publication of the ‘independent’ HASCAS (Health and Social Care Advisory Service) investigation into the scandal. HASCAS has concluded that there was no ‘institutional abuse’ at Tawel Fan and that there are conflicting opinions regarding the ‘care’ of patients.

In a press briefing on the findings, HASCAS report author Dr Androulla Johnstone said family accounts of their relatives’ treatment on the ward had ‘differed greatly’.

‘For example, some families stated that in their view Tawel Fan ward was an abusive environment where their loved ones were mistreated, neglected and came to harm,’ Johnstone said. ‘Other families offered the view that the care and treatment their loved ones received was of a very good standard with staff showing kindness and compassion throughout their relative’s entire episode of care.’

An undercover recording of life on Tawel Fan Ward showed patients crawling around naked on floors covered in urine and faeces, Angels swearing at patients and one man with an untreated fractured arm. The recording was made by a nurse whose previous concerns had been ignored. That nurse has now been sacked and struck off for ‘having sex with a patient’. What received rather less publicity was the fact that the patient with whom she had sex with was her own husband. She did not have sex with him in public or in the hospital or during work hours. Neither was he her patient, he was someone else’s patient. No, she didn’t even meet him through her work either.

Johnstone also stated that ‘divisive public comment, active campaigning and social media reporting have created an environment of negativity and retribution before the full facts could be made know. This is regrettable.’

 

Androulla, as someone who writes a blog of ‘negativity’ re the NHS and Betsi Board, I will remind you that I am living in hiding because people tried to kill me after I dared complain about the paedophiles’ friends who run the mental health services and the wider NHS in north Wales. No wonder so many of us are ‘negative’. What is ‘regrettable’ is that for decades now, vulnerable people in the care of the health and social services in north Wales – and elsewhere – have been brutalised to such an extend that it has sometimes killed them and yet every ‘independent investigation’ into yet another scandal somehow does not find convincing evidence that people are being abused. Somehow, someone somewhere always manages to say that they experienced loving kindness from the Angels of a sort that they never believed was possible. Presumably whilst someone held a shotgun to their head as they signed the statement that had been drafted for them.

 

As usual the only politician who has once more roundly condemned the Betsi Board is the Tory AM Darren Millar. Darren has stated that the HASCAS report is a whitewash. Save your breath Darren, the NHS really is not listening. Elderly patients filmed crawling around naked with broken bones whilst covered in shit as Angels swear at them? No worries. As Dr Dafydd Alun Jones would reassure us, when they say no they mean yes. And it really should be remembered that eight year old girls who are the victims of attempted rapes are ‘no angels’ themselves.

These people are completely mad.

I notice that Androulla – or perhaps that should be Cruella – has admitted to one problem at least. That of ‘financial constraints’.

Go on Carwyn, open the purse. The paedophiles’ friends of north Wales need a few more million. That’s the only remedy.

‘Mistakes were made, but not by us.’

Perhaps Cruella can write another report now, placing the blame firmly where it should be placed. On those bastard patients and their bastard relatives of course, who else?

 

Let’s have a song from Dafydd Iwan! Come on Dafydd, give us all one about Macsen, about Owain Glyndwr, about Ciosg Talysarn, that brave psychiatrist Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the heroic Angels and social workers who have done north Wales proud!

 

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HASCAS wrote one of the reports into Jimmy Savile’s sexual assaults on numerous NHS patients. HASCAS never managed to explain how they happened either.

 

 

 

 

 

A Galaxy of Talent

Readers who follow the comments section of my blog might have noticed that a few days ago my correspondent Lydia drew my attention to a Top Doctor called Linford Rees who had practiced at the Whitchurch Hospital in Cardiff whom Lydia suspected had connections to Dr T. Gwynne Williams the lobotomist, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and other paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. Lydia had discovered an obituary which was enough to suggest that Linford was a creep of the highest order and advised me to do a bit of research on Linford. I have not been disappointed, it led to a treasure trove.

Professor William Linford Llewellyn Rees was born in 1914 near Llanelli, so was of a similar vintage to Gwynne the lobotomist. The obituaries written about Linford are some of the most toadying that I have ever read and I have read many a fawning obituary of a Top Doctor, crawling is de rigueur if one is a Top Doctor compiling the obituary of another Top Doctor. Linford is universally acknowledged as a giant, the most eminent psychiatrist that Wales has ever seen. Much is made of Linford’s Welshness, but like many Professional Welsh, Linford was based for most of his life in London. Which if you want to rule the roost in Wales is what you do – a lot can be achieved if one is a member of the Professional Welsh based in London.

Linford went to Llanelli Grammar School, University College Cardiff and graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine (Cardiff University’s medical school) in 1938.

After graduation Linford took up a job as Assistant Medical Officer at the Worcester City and County Hospital, Powick, where he received a first class training in doing whatever he felt like without ever being held to account, even in the event of the patients dying. The newly qualified Linford ran the place. He even made up the medicines if the pharmacist was absent and conducted the postmortems – as well as ‘participating in the patients dances’. Linford’s presence at the Lunatics Balls may not have been entirely benign as we will see shortly. The ever diligent Linford found time to examine all of the 800 chronic patients and uncovered a number of cases of syphilitic general paresis. Which indicates just how horrendously neglected those patients had been – although we can’t be entirely sure of anything because Linford was examining the patients, doing the diagnosing, the prescribing, making up the ‘medicines’ and then carried out the postmortem if things went pear-shaped. In between joining in the Lunatics Ball.

Then it was postgraduate training for Linford -the Diploma of Psychological Medicine at the Maudsley of course, where he developed a specialism in psychosomatic medicine. Such an interest could be used to develop genuine sympathy for patients and explore their problems in an interesting and sensitive way, but what seems to have been happening to people at Linford’s hands just sounds horrible. Linford worked closely with H.J. Eysenck, a man so discredited that a lot of people don’t like to admit to having worked with him. Eysenck was considered offensive by many and his ideas considered quite dangerous. His presence was sometimes met with protests from students and there were allegations that his thinking was dangerously near some of the Nazi ideology. Eysenck’s personal history was very effectively used by him to make counter-allegations against his detractors – Eysenck was of course Jewish. But then Greville Janner alleged for years that the people accusing him of child abuse were anti-semitic. Of course fascist websites did seize upon the accusations against Janner and publish them alongside mad anti-semitic rants involving notions of a worldwide Jewish conspiracy, thus doing Janner a very great service.

Rees and Eysenck pursued a particularly peculiar line of research during the war years at the Mill Hill Emergency Hospital (the war time site of the Maudsley) in which they carried out a series of ‘anthropometric measurements’ on all admissions to the hospital which resulted in them compiling the Rees-Eysenck Index for body build in males.

Another charming character with whom Linford worked at Mill Hill was the famously dreadful Sir Aubrey Lewis, the eugenicist and admirer of some of the scientists who worked on some of the Nazi research projects, whose excesses are detailed in my post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’.

Linford’s interest in psychosomatic medicine resulted in him being let loose on patients with asthma, hay fever, bowel disease, urticaria, migraine and sexual dysfunction to conduct ‘pioneering clinical experiments’. I am left with visions of the 1940s version of what many patients with severe clinical depression and whatever ME actually is experienced from the Top Doctors in the 1980s as they became increasingly ill and could not in the end get out of bed or even talk – the Top Doctors bellowed that there was nothing at all wrong with them and they needed to pull their socks up. There was a case in the south of England where a seriously ill teenager died at the hands of the Top Doctors as they reassured everyone that her problems were the result of an over-indulgent mother. The teenager was taken into care, away from that toxic mum who was in despair – the teenager died. Because she was very, very ill. There was a bit of a ding dong over that death, but it was all OK in the end because an investigation concluded that the Top Doctors had acted in her best interests at every stage of her prolonged death.

Linford worked at something called the Prisoner of War Neurosis Unit – I bet he really enjoyed himself there – and then returned to Wales.

In 1946 Linford was appointed to the Whitchurch Hospital, Cardiff as the regional psychiatrist for Wales and Monmouthshire. The sky was the limit then. I never heard any tales of the Whitchurch having an underground chamber a la North Wales Hospital Denbigh in 1986 in which patients who Defied Dafydd were held, but the Whitchurch was pretty bad. The service users wept tears of joy when it was finally closed a few years ago and at one point Whitchurch had the distinction of administering the highest rate of ECT in Europe.

Despite his Welshness, Linford didn’t hang around in Wales for long, he soon returned to the Command and Control Centre at the Royal Bethlem Hospital and the Maudsley, where he was consultant physician, 1954-66. Linford also had a senior role at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1956-78.

In 1966 Linford became Professor of Psychological Medicine – the first Professor of Psychological Medicine in the UK! – at Barts in London. He had already been a lecturer at Bart’s Medical College, 1958-66. Barts was where Lady Juliet Bingley – who led MIND’s concealing of the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales – had her links with the Top Doctors via her father who had been a Top Doctor at Barts and her own previous employment there (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Linford was one of the founders of the Royal College of Psychiatrists in 1971 – Linford and co were desperate to have a Royal College and one with a suitably posh building, it made them feel a bit better about themselves what with their specialism generally considered to be a joke that no good graduate would consider entering. Linford was the second President of the Royal College, 1975-78. So Linford was President when his esteemed colleagues Dafydd and Gwynne in north Wales hatched their plan with Risley Remand Centre, a number of local GPs and corrupt local solicitors to unlawfully arrest Mary Wynch, imprison her and fleece her of her property because she just bloody well wouldn’t shut up about the endemic corruption in the legal profession in north Wales (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I suspect that Mary also knew rather more about UCNW (Bangor University) than was safe, she worked as a secretary in the dysfunctional School of Agriculture alongside the awful Prof J.B. Owen, a sheep farmer who doubled up as a nuclear physicist after Chernobyl (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Lest anyone might have shown any reservations about Dafydd and Gwynne’s Cunning Plan re Mary, they could have always have relied upon the BMA to reassure them that they were doing the Right Thing and support them in their law-breaking – as Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) did in the 1980s and 90s when he faithfully cc’d the BMA into his correspondence concerning me, as he and his colleagues perjured themselves repeatedly in their attempts to have me banged up – because Linford was President of the BMA, 1978-79.

Linford retired in 1980 – by which I mean that he started receiving his generous Top Doctor’s pension and benefits – although he remained as Professor Emeritus at Barts until 1988 and as consulting physician at Barts, 1981-04.

In 1980 Linford entered the profitable world of private clinics. He was Medical Director of the Charter Clinic, 1980-84 and Director of and Advisor to Huntercombe Manor Hospital, 1989-04 and its President, 1992-04. Huntercombe Manor Hospital describes itself as being a hospital for young people with severe mental health problems and eating disorders. It also caters for young people who are sectioned under the Mental Health Act as well as those who have found themselves in trouble with the law. Huntercombe Manor is now one of those private companies which are picking up commissions from the NHS, but when Linford was leading it, it described itself as a private hospital. Whilst Linford was in charge, Huntercombe Manor came under fire for the inadequate care of at least one young patient. I suspect that was just the tip of the iceberg, because not only did Huntercombe Manor have Linford to provide a big umbrella but Huntercombe Manor worked in tandem with dear old St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s led the field in terms of Top Doctors concealing – or in the case of Professor Oliver Brooke perpetuating – child sexual abuse and the associated criminality. In 2000 a volume on eating disorders was published which was edited by Bryan Lask of St George’s and Huntercombe Manor Hospital and Rachel Bryant-Waugh, of Great Ormond Street Hospital. GOSH gets mountains of good publicity but they do have an unfortunate tendency to become involved in high profile cases of child abuse eg. Baby P. It’s soon forgotten though as another TV documentary hits our screens featuring jolly Angels wearing silly hats and playing with the children, sitting down with a cup of char to listen to the kiddies parents sound off about their stress levels and shed a few tears. The eating disorders unit at St George’s was yet another flagship dept at that institution – it was led by Professor Arthur Crisp, who was lauded for having such an impressive recovery rate among his patients. I heard from one of Arthur’s own nurses  what Arthur’s Secret was – if the patients didn’t eat, Arthur discharged them and refused them further treatment. So Arthur just kicked out the most seriously unwell patients. Some of whom will have subsequently died, because severe anorexia has one of the highest mortality rates where mental health problems are concerned.

When I was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the winter of 1986/87, there was only two other young women on the ward. One was the distressed young woman who had been abducted, kept in an attic for three days and sexually assaulted who disappeared without explanation after Angel Iola Edwards heard the young woman telling me what had happened to her (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the other one was a teenaged girl from Rhyl with anorexia. This teenager was a patient of Dr Neil Davies rather than Dafydd – Neil Davies was not the nutter that Dafydd was, but Neil Davies knew what Dafydd was doing and concealed the wrongdoing with the best of them. In my own case Neil Davies remembered that I had been a witness to Dafydd’s Doings thirty years later – and was happy to make a note of this on my medical records and continue the smear campaign whilst giving me every impression that he was getting along with me very well and chatting about my publications. When the patient of Neil Davies’s heard that I was doing an MSc in a London medical school, she told me that Dr Neil Davies had arranged for her to spend a few weeks at an eating disorder unit in London, near Wimbledon. She didn’t know the name of the hospital where she had been, but she knew that it was near Wimbledon. This does not mean that she was an idiot, it was absolutely standard practice for the paedophiles’ friends to send people to other places and not tell them where they were. This is very obvious from the Waterhouse Report, as Sir Ronald Waterhouse delighted in dismissing accounts of serious abuse from witnesses on the grounds that the witness had maintained that they had been assaulted in Bryn Estyn but ooh if you look at the records it is clear that the witness had been in Bryn Alyn. If you are a kid from Lambeth/Southwark/Birmingham/Newcastle and you do not speak Welsh and you are taken overnight (transfers always happened under cover of darkness) to somewhere in Wales, all you’re going to remember was that you were in Bryn somewhere when you were beaten, buggered and gang raped. You’re not going to concern yourself with the niceties of whether it was Bryn Estyn or Bryn Alyn, particularly as nobody will have told you where you were and who assaulted you. Futhermore as the same staff circulated between the different homes and indeed the same paedophiles visited the different homes, another layer of confusion was added. And because documents were forged on a regular basis no-one actually knew what had gone on unless they had been at the scene. I have concluded that the young woman in Denbigh had spent a few weeks at St George’s or at a unit attached to St George’s. There had of course been an attempt to frame this young woman for a crime. She told me that Dr Tony Francis had ‘assessed her’ and tried to force her into confessing to the burglary of a pharmacy which she knew nothing about. The reason why this young woman was still sitting in a medium secure unit in Denbigh was although she had ‘got better’ and was ready to be discharged, she had been remanded on bail by the Courts in Bryn Golau ward after she was arrested and charged with assaulting an occupational therapist called Betty just before she was due to be discharged. The assault was a consequence of the young woman throwing a table tennis bat across the room in frustration where it bounced off a wall and onto Betty. Problem solved, once there was a conviction for assault on a Female Angel, no-one was going to question why Tony Francis tried to force someone into confessing to a crime about which they swore blind they knew nothing and indeed were never charged with.

One other point about Huntercombe Manor Hospital. It is literally just down the road from Cliveden, which in the 1960s was the notorious location of parties to which teenagers from deprived backgrounds who had fallen into the clutches of the hands of Top Doctors and the like were invited in order to have sex with politicians, Russian spies and it is alleged members of the Royal Family. The lady of Cliveden in the 60s when the Profumo Affair erupted was Lady Bronwen Astor. Who began life as Bronwen Pugh, who went to school in Dolgellau, whose father was Welsh judge Sir Alun Pugh and who became a psychotherapist in the ashes of the scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Dolgellau was the location of a number of children’s homes and residential schools which starred in the Waterhouse Report, as well as a ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’, Garth Angharad, which wasn’t a hospital at all but a building used as a prison by the paedophiles. It was owned by struck off solicitor Paul Hett who also owned a number of schools in which children were abused. People who complained about the paedophiles tended to find themselves in Garth Angharad (see post ‘More On Those Prisons For Folk Who Dared Complain’). The case conference held about me in Nov 1989 (of which I knew nothing until last year) which was co-ordinated by Tony Francis where evidence was given by people whom I had never met and at which Dr Chris Hunter – who worked at the Whitchurch Hospital as well as at the Caswell Clinic and Ashworth – whom I did not knew existed until last year, concluded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and should be the subject of a Court Report prepared by the appropriately named Hunter, was timed to coincide with a visit that Hunter was making to Garth Angharad (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

Linford will have known Dr Chris Hunter. And of course Tony Francis, Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd, Dr Neil Davies, he’ll have known the whole lot of them. Particularly as Dafydd ‘trained’ at the Maudsley whilst Linford led the way there and Tony Francis did a stint at the Institute of Psychiatry alongside dear old Linford.

Linford was a founder member of the Society for Psychomatic Research and its President, 1957-58. The Society evolved into the International College of Psychosomatic Medicine. Linford was Chair of the Research and Clinical Section at the Royal Medico-Psychological Association, 1957-63. He sat on the GMC, was a Governor of University College Cardiff and was an Advisor to and the Treasurer of the World Psychiatric Association.

A reading of the 2004 obituaries of Linford tells us even more about him than the nature of his colleagues does.

The Daily Telegraph explained that Linford ‘helped elevate the speciality of psychiatry from the rather second rate position to which it had been relegated’ – he elevated it so much that it attracted a bunch of criminals who were facilitating a paedophile gang. Linford’s ‘rigorous’ clinical trials originally with chlorpromazine and halperidol and subsequently with anti-depressant medication ‘contributed to the rescue of chronic patients from ‘backwards’ institutions into community psychiatry’. After which they were left half-destitute or to die on the streets, unless they made such a nuisance of themselves that they were placed in secure units. Or of course in prison. Whilst Linford’s ‘community psychiatry’ presided, Dafydd was operating that underground chamber in Denbigh. Where the patients will have been dosed up with chlorpromazine and haloperidol.

Linford was a ‘fine teacher’ and at Bethlem, Barts and Hackney Linford taught students in small groups in the great outdoors in the grounds of the hospital. He would ‘spice up the usual aids for his lectures on psychopharmacology with political incorrect ‘accidental’ insertions of a photograph of a bathing beauty’. Note – not a sunbathing beauty, who will have been wearing a swimming costume – or at the very least a thong – but a bathing beauty. So Linford was showing students photos of women in the bath. Who might these bathing beauties have been? Linford’s wife and daughters perhaps? Some of his students who happily let him into the bathroom with them? I don’t expect so. I think it most probable that the bathing beauties were Linford’s patients. The young attractive ones like the ones whom Dafydd targeted for sexploitation. There will have been no locks on the doors of the bathrooms in the institutions in which Linford did whatever he wanted and there might well not even have been any doors on the bathrooms in those days. The bathrooms will have been communal, the beauties will have been forced into them, ordered to strip off and get in there. WHOOPS here comes Professor Linford Rees with his camera, on the ward round…If Dafydd could conduct ward rounds at 3am and arrive at midnight to ‘visit’ me when I was in bed, I’m sure that Linford could have dropped into those bathrooms just as the beauties were having their clothes ripped off….

It was noted in another obituary that after he retired, Linford took up photography as a past-time. I am reminded of the Monty Python sketch Nudge Nudge, in which Eric Idle pesters Terry Jones as to whether he is interested in ‘photographs ay he asked him knowingly’. Jones asks ‘holiday snaps?’ only to be greeted with ‘could be, could be taken on holiday’. The putative wife of Jones in this sketch comes from Purley. So imagine how entertained I was to find that Linford actually lived in Purley. Although it is a location favoured by corrupt Top Doctors. Rashmi Varma, one of the Top Doctors at St George’s who ended up being investigated by the GMC for coercing NHS patients into donating eggs for private patients, lived at Purley. Linford is remembered for being a genial host at Purley. Yeh, I bet that he had all sorts to dinner over there, everybody worth toadying to or able to do him a favour or worth pumping for info. They probably all enjoyed the porn starring the patients as well.

The Torygraph scribbler remembers that Linford ‘could always put patients at their ease…ask them unthreateningly in his Welsh lilt ‘how do you feel in your spirits today?’ Not that he’ll have been in the least bit interested in the patients ‘spirits’, they’ll all have been dosed up to the eye-balls with the same anti-psychotic, the same dose prescribed for absolutely everyone, prescribed by the one virtually unemployable junior doctor who had ended up slumming it in psychiatry, who will have been told what to precribe by the senior nurse ‘because that’s what we do here’. Linford won’t have needed to have done the threatening either, that will have been done by the Angels in the days leading up to Linford’s visit to the ward. No-one else will have asked the patients how they were, they’ll have been given a grand total of 5 or 10 mins with Linford once a week – if that – and if any of them stated as was often stated in Denbigh re Dafydd ‘I don’t want to see him’, they will have been met with Angels yelling ‘you won’t get out of here until you do’. If the dissidents pointed out that they were surrounded by docile patients who had never shown a spark of rebellion but who had been in the hospital for decades nonetheless, when Linford arrived the refuseniks would have simply been physically dragged into his presence by the Angels.

Whilst I was imprisoned in Denbigh, one of the nurses told me that just the year previously an old lady called Mary had died. She was the ‘last one’ who had been banged up in Denbigh for getting pregnant before she was married. She died in Denbigh in 1985. Everybody knew that she was there only because 60 years ago she had become pregnant. The reminiscing Angel also told me that a few years previously she had obtained special permission to take Mary on a day trip outside of the hospital. For the first time in her life Mary saw a zebra crossing and was wowed by the Belisha beacons. Linford Rees had retired by the time that Mary died in Denbigh.

Thank goodness we had Linford who transformed psychiatry.

Not only did Linford have a Welsh lilt, but he spoke Welsh as well. Probably not in Purley because no-one would have understood him, but Linford did let it be known that he was a Welsh speaker, just like Dafydd, Gwynne and Tony Francis did. The language of heaven! Obviously where Mary had been for most of the twentieth century. How did Linford die? No, he wasn’t killed by a bathing beauty in an act of self-defence, he died in his sleep at home, during a nap after having a cup of tea and a Welsh cake. With the porn library in his study next door perhaps. I’m quite partial to Welsh cakes, but I did not ever see one served up in Denbigh and I bet that Linford’s patients didn’t get a Welsh cake either. They’ll have had slices of Mother’s Pride with factory produced jam on it.

Linford’s talents were such that ‘there is no doubt that his personality had a therapeutic effect in its own right’. The thing about gross Top Doctors is that no matter how gross they are, the Angels constantly tell the patients that no matter how outrageous or unacceptable the Top Doctor has been, it will have been for their benefit. One day in about 1993 I was sitting in the Hergest Unit with the other patients and Dafydd arrived in his Range Rover, parked it against hospital rules right outside the window blocking our view and when he got out everyone started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One patient quipped ‘he’s got an extension sheath that reaches to Cardiff’ and after much hilarity and ribaldry, a deeply shocked woman just remarked ‘well he says the most terrible things to you, but I think that he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Which caused someone to ask whether Dafydd was a Zen master. When I told Brown about all this Brown remarked that it was interesting that whatever Dafydd did, the only interpretation permitted by the hospital was that somehow it had therapuetic benefit.

The now discredited anti-psychiatrist David Cooper had sex with his patients and called it bed therapy. I think there was quite a bit of that going on and not only on the part of the anti-psychiatrists either. After all who can resist a few bathing beauties if any complaints will simply result in the bathing beauty being sent to Garth Angharad and another bathing beauty will be coming along within days to fill her place?

Now just in case anyone might have been a bit concerned that the bathing beauties may have not welcomed the interest of Linford and his camera, the Torygraph let us know how irresistible old Linford was. He ‘had an attractive sun tan. Indeed he cut an elegant figure overall, with a handsome Celtic head’.

I lived in Wales for many years but I did not know that such a thing as a ‘Celtic head’ existed. Perhaps it was something that Linford and Eysenck managed to identify and categorise whilst they were busy measuring all those people back in the 1940s. Another obituary makes a reference to Linford being a snappy dresser and to his fashionable ties. After reading about this Adonis I was delighted to find a photo of Linford in the BMJ. All I could see was a middle-aged man who had lost much of his hair wearing a boring suit and a very 1970s tie, of the sort that the old farts on the BBC used to wear if the were trying to be with-it. No wonder Robert Bluglass told Dafydd that I’d probably end up in a ward for the criminally insane, I am obviously not as other women.

The Toryraph mentions that Linford ‘took a close interest in the lives of his junior doctors’. I noticed at Hammersmith/RPMS and St George’s that part of the game is to extract info from people that can be used against them in the future if necessary and of course with the Linfords of the world it also involved identifying which female members of staff one will be able to have sex with.

Another obituary of Linford written by Hamid Ghodse – to whom I will return later in this post – commented that ‘patients would pour out their symptoms to his sympathetic ear’, that he was ‘an excellent listener and a thoughtful advisor’ and had a ‘great sense of humour and of fun’.

Professor Griffith Edwards wrote in the Guardian that Linford ‘pioneered NHS psychiatric services in Wales as Regional Psychiatrist’ – so we’ve got Linford to thank for that state of the art cellar in which patients were incarcerated in Denbigh then. Edwards identified where Linford’s genius was able to blossom. It was of course at the Maudsley in ‘the heady days when Aubrey Lewis was in the lead and a galaxy of talent provided the peer group’.

‘A galaxy of talent’ ‘under the lead’ of the crazed and deeply unpleasant Aubrey Lewis with his links to the Nazi scientists  (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). That galaxy included the dazzling star that is Dafydd.

These people are just quite delusional. It was this sort of culture that enabled Dafydd to appear in the media in the 1990s and claim to be ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’, describing Denbigh as a ‘leading hospital’ and himself as the first person to identify a case of PTSD – it was in one of his outpatients clinics in Dolgellau no less. It also enabled a former manager of the paedophile gang, Rob Evans, to feel able to tell the Waterhouse Inquiry that the mental health services in Gwynedd were probably the best in Europe. The paedophiles in north Wales were leading the field on a European level, but down at the Maudsley they weren’t just reaching for the stars, they were the Milky Way itself.

How did the British state ever manage to invest so much responsibility and power in people like this?

Griffith Edwards reminds us that Linford’s first scientific paper was co-authored with Carl Lambert in 1944 and concerned ‘Intravenous Barbiturates In The Treatment Of Hysteria’ – as suffered by women no doubt. Probably the bathing beauties when the perma-tanned Linford joined them in the bathroom whispering sweet nothings in their ear in his Welsh lilt..  ‘Other early work included electronarcosis, insulin therapy, high dosage cortisone’ – all those utterly discredited things that killed a number of people and left most others damaged for life. Light was on the horizon however – ‘the beginnings of a new dawn with the arrival of chlorpromazine’ and tardive dykinesia with it… Linford was of course ‘a world authority on what drugs can do to help the mentally ill’ – in Linford’s day that was even less than they can do at present which very often is not much, other than send the patients into a sound sleep 18 hours a day.

Edwards remembers Linford’s ‘charm, courtesy and humour’ and how he was ‘endlessly kind to younger professionals who asked him for advice’. I really am wondering if perhaps a ‘younger professional’ in the shape of Tony Francis might have asked Linford for a bit of advice himself when a postgrad student began to discover the extent of the wrongdoing of Francis and his colleagues.

Griffith Edwards arrived at the Maudsley in 1959 to work with Linford. Obviously part of the Galaxy of Talent which Griffith himself identified. I will return to the astronomical phenomenon which was Griffith Edwards shortly.

Linford was an advocate of the ‘biopsychosocial model’ of mental illness – which covers all possibilities really – and understood the ‘importance of evidence based care’. He did of course contribute ‘to the destigmatisation of mental illness’ – so that’ll be why the Royal College of Psychs are still banging on about how they’re fighting the stigma. How can there be any stigma left to fight after Linford’s valiant battle? Robert Bluglass was a leading light in the non-stigmatising Royal College, which will be why he spouted crap to Dafydd about me being destined for a ward for the criminally insane.

The icing on the cake in terms of the Obituaries Of Lies however has to be the claim that Linford ‘was ever conscious of the need to safeguard [patients] rights’.

Linford was a leading figure in the World Psychiatric Association ‘when psychiatry in the Soviet Union was used to persecute political dissidents by the spurious diagnoses of mental illness…eventually the Soviet Union had to be forced to resign from the World Psychiatric Association’.

I remember that day back in 1987 when I was sitting in a cell in Bangor Police Station having been arrested for ‘attempting to stab a psychiatrist’, although the police had by then received a statement from a witness who very firmly told them that I had not tried to stab anyone (see post ‘Workers Play Time’), but nonetheless the police wouldn’t let me go although I hadn’t been charged – because they had received a call from Dafydd who told them that he was on his way to see me, which presumably was enough to justify unlawfully detaining someone. At about midnight Dafydd staggered into the cell  – Dafydd always appeared at midnight when he had ‘come to see me’, there must have been something about that particular witching hour – and I told him that he ought to put his talents to use in Russia….

Pussy Riot!

I hope that the Soviets didn’t pay good money for their membership of the WPA, because if they did Mr Putin needs to ask for their subs back.

The BMJ remembered the ‘handsomely Celtic’ Linford who remained ‘unwrinkled in old age’. We are also told that Linford used to take his children on the Christmas ward rounds with him, even to the locked wards. Now if the patients were treated humanely instead of being treated with a completely lack of dignity and respect, a Christmas visit from some children who didn’t have bad attitudes to psych patients could be really nice. But I suspect that Linford’s Christmas visits to the locked wards with his offspring were rather like the occasions on which Dafydd turned up to work with his kids – Dafydd’s kids were rude and unruly and insulted and took the piss out of the patients. Furthermore Dafydd divulged confidential information about patients to his older teenaged children which those kids felt able to pass on. And being Dafydd, it won’t have just been confidential info that was given to the kids to transmit, it’ll have been the usual bare faced lies. Your kids shouldn’t have really been yelling at me that I was a nutter should they Dafydd? Tch tch….and I have been told repeatedly that people were frightened to complain about Dafydd because he ‘knew personal things about them’ which they knew that he would make known in their communities. Probably by telling his kids.

Never mind, I know things about Dafydd! And they are a good deal more damning than any of the minor indiscretions over which he blackmailed and threatened so many people in the language of heaven with his Welsh lilt.

The BMJ reveals that not only did the handsome tanned Linford enjoy photographs of bathing beauties, but he whizzed around in a speed boat and also went water ski-ing.

Linford was awarded a CBE in 1978.

This ‘patriotic Welshman’ and member of the Gorsedd of the Bards lived most of his life in London, although he followed the London Welsh Rugby Club and his links to south Wales were described as being strong via his family and his wife, Catherine Thomas, who was ‘from Swansea Valley’. Linford had two sons and two daughters.

One of Linford’s sons, David, was a urologist who predeceased him. Another son Vaughan was described as a ‘retired fertility expert’ in a press interview a few years ago, but I can’t find any trace of him online. Linford’s daughter Catrin was a nurse who trained at Barts – where her dad ruled the roost –  but Catrin ended up marrying and being close friends with the rich and famous as a result of her sister’s contacts. Catrin’s sister was Angharad Rees, who became very well-known when she starred in  the 1970s TV series Poldark as the serving wench with a comedy west country accent who married above herself.

Like Linford, Angharad really maxed out on her Welsh credentials. Angharad ‘grew up’ in Rhiwbina, Cardiff but in 1953 the family moved to Purley.

Not only did Angharad become famous and a sex symbol, but she married another famous actor who was a sex symbol – Christopher Cazenove. Cazenove was an upper-class old Etonian luvvie whose younger brother Robert was an equerry to HM the Queen! I’m beginning to see why there’d be no chance of the activities of Angharad’s sleaze bag dad hitting the press. Cazenove’s flatmate when he was young was the ridiculous Julian Fellowes who has spent his whole life befriending aristocrats, so he doesn’t care that everybody took the piss out of his TV drama Downton Abbey for being so historically inaccurate. Cazenove really hit the big time in 1986 when he starred in Dynasty and befriended the likes of Joan Collins. Cazenove moved to Hollywood but jetted back and forth between Hollywood and London to see Angharad. Angharad and Cazenove divorced in 1994. Angharad had a relationship with actor Alan Bates – I think he was the one who did the nude wrestling scene with Oliver Reed, who was never in the least bit homoerotic and he’d punch anyone in the face who said that he was.

Angharad and Cazenove had two sons, Linford and Rhys. Linford was killed in a car crash when he was 25 years old in circumstances ‘which are a mystery’. He was going very fast on a motorway and whoops he went across the central reservation, just like that. I rather suspect that there might have been something about that crash that the Rees-Cazenove clan wanted kept quiet – they’d certainly have been able to achieve that if they wished, what with a corrupt Top Doc as the paterfamilias and Angharad and Christopher’s Lilibet-TV-theatre-Hollywood friendships.

Christopher earned a fortune from his work on Dynasty but spent even more of a fortune ‘on classic cars and fast living’ and at one point was made bankrupt. He died of septicaemia in St Thomas’s at the age of 64. I think that might be another death the circumstances of which we haven’t heard the full story. It was mentioned that Christopher had been ill for a long time, that Tommy’s were wonderful – as always – and that Christopher fought a valiant battle but succumbed. When people die of septicaemia there is usually some info provided as to how they developed it, but not a mention with Christopher. Septicaemia can occur after surgery but in those circumstances one usually hears about it because people are very cross with the hospital. Intravenous drug users are also susceptible to septicaemia.

Angharad married for a second time in 2005 – to Sir David McAlpine. Sir David McAlpine’s brother was Lord Alistair McAlpine, who was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party, 1979-83, Treasurer and a very successful fundraiser for the Tory Party in the 1980s when Thatcher was PM and when Sir Peter Morrison was a member of that Gov’t and molesting children in care in north Wales. Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury whilst McAlpine was Deputy Chair of the Party. Readers may remember that when the allegations about senior politicians being involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal blew up a few years ago, one of the former residents of Bryn Estyn, Steve Messham, appeared on Newsnight and named Alistair McAlpine as being on the men who had molested him. McAlpine denied it and sued a number of people who repeated Messham’s allegation, including Sally Bercow, the Speaker’s wife. My documents do not contain any references to McAlpine, but McAlpine had connections to numerous people who definitely concealed the activities of the paedophile gang in north Wales (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’). McAlpine will have known what Peter Morrison was doing because it was an open secret. McAlpine gave the libel damages that he received to charity. One of those charities had connections with child abusers, but McAlpine may not have known that.

Angharad Rees starred in many other TV productions as well as in Poldark. The titles of some of them are quite poignant. They include: Doctor In The House, Crown Court, Within These Walls and Hands Of The Ripper.

Angharad was an Honorary Fellow at the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

Like Linford who was Welsh but lived in London and hung out with the rich and famous in London, Welsh Angharad lived in Knightsbridge, where her jewellery design company was based. Angharad died from pancreatic cancer not so long ago. She left over £2 million in her will, to her husband. Not that he’ll have needed any of it, the McAlpines are worth a fortune.

It sounds to me as though Linford with his Welsh lilt and his Welsh cakes and his bathing beauties just about ran Welsh psychiatry. So I don’t think that the sleazy habits of Angharad’s dad or those of his colleagues were ever going to be given much of an airing in the media. Various seedy associates of Dafydd – including some of those kids of his – used to aggressively yell at me that ‘he knows really famous people’. Because the people shouting this in my direction were very obviously not too bright or well-educated I did guess that the ‘really famous people’ would probably be off the TV and of course I used to watch Dafydd popping up on Kilroy and the Vincent Kane programmes. What a laugh – just imagine if Linford had invited old Dafydd to his soirees in Purley with the likes of Joan Collins dropping in. I can’t imagine anything worse than being in Purley with Joan Collins, I think I’d rather be in the cellar in Denbigh, but Dafydd would really dine out on such an occasion.

To be honest Joan et al, all I could ever think of when Dafydd’s showbiz friends were hinted at was ‘haven’t they noticed what he is LIKE????’

There is a class of people who are very impressed with celebs and won’t upset them – politicians. Particularly those of a New Labouresque nature – as well as the Kinnocks who’s advisors created New Labour. The Kinnocks who really thought that they were were going to win that election in 1992 and would have done anything to have done so. Including wrecking the careers of a few young people working in the media and in medical research in London who knew about Dafydd et al in north Wales perhaps Neil?

Linford and Dafydd weren’t the only Top Docs who knew Really Famous People. Linford Rees jointly edited the ‘Textbook of Psychiatry’ (1977) with Chris Ball and Maurice Lipsedge.

Maurice Lipsedge is honorary senior clinical lecturer at the Institute of Psychiatry, King’s College, London. Lipsedge treated Diana Princess of Wales for anorexia. I’m not sure that he was very effective in making Diana feel any better about herself.

Lipsedge was named in an article in the Indie, 8 Oct 1994. The article concerned the case of a financier Harry Reuben, who had died of a heart attack after a two year Bank of England investigation into his company. Harry’s widow Sylvia protested directly to the Governor of the Bank of England Eddie George about the bullying tactics employed by the Bank, which Sylvia maintained led to Harry suffering an ‘acute nervous breakdown’.

Harry was an accountant who ran Sylcon Finance, which invested funds at Barclays for Harry’s contacts and relatives. Sylcon was positively encouraged by Barclays who guaranteed two deposits which totalled £500k. In Aug 1992 a new manager Steve Kalli reported Sylcon to the Bank of England. The Bank raided Sylcon’s office on 1 Oct 1992 and seized documents. They returned on 6 Oct – on Yom Kippur, although Harry and Sylvia were Jewish – and froze the assets. On 15 Jan 1993 the Bank had Harry’s sons Ian and Lawrence arrested and petitioned for the company to be wound up. The Bank then used three Metropolitan Police officers and three of its own enforcers to arrest Harry on 6 April 1994. Sylvia maintained that Harry was frail and confused, said ‘let me die’ and collapsed. Harry was then ‘de-arrested’ by Acting Det Sgt Byron Thomas and was taken to St Mary’s Hospital Paddington.

The Bank’s Enforcer-In-Chief Peter Filmer hired Maurice Lipsedge on 25 July to provide an opinion regarding Harry’s fitness to plead. Harry repeated ‘let me die’ constantly. In his written report Lipsedge noted that ‘It was a grotesque parody….He is malingering’. Harry did not see Lipsedge’s report for several weeks. After he did read it Harry experienced a heart attack and died on 9 August 1994.

Eddie George subsequently defended the Bank’s actions. After Jan 1993 Barclays distanced itself from Sylcon. Barclays took £1.2 million of investors money to pay off the company overdraft, bank charges and to pay back the guaranteed deposits. The other investors didn’t do quite so well as Barclays – they received less than 4p in the pound.

Because the Top Doctors all write obituaries for each other, I wasn’t surprised to see the old chestnuts appear in Lipsedge’s obituary of his mate Jim Watson in the Guardian in 2016. The words ‘committed psychiatrist’, ‘inspired generations’, ‘humour’ and ‘scientific rigour’ featured.

Jim Watson went to Trinity College Cambridge – like that corrupt foursome who concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al at the Home Office in the 1980s who identified as ‘Trinity Men’ (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’) – and then King’s College London for his clinical training. Then Jim was part of the Galaxy of Talents under Aubrey Lewis at the Maudsley. At the Maudsley, Jim Watson was influenced by ‘poet and psychotherapist’ Bob Hobson – it was Bob who ‘trained’ Dafydd! Dafydd made a point of telling Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s that in 1991 when I was admitted to Springfield as a patient of Jacobson’s. After a telephone call with Dafydd, Jacobson wrote to Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s – a mate of Helena Kennedy’s – noting that Dafydd had described me as ‘attractive and seductive’ and that he stated that he and Tony Francis ‘had a soft spot for me’ (Francis was trying to have me imprisoned at the time). Jacobson noted that both Tony Francis and Dafydd had lost ‘their boundaries’ – that is shrink speak for ‘they’re having sex with the patients’ – and that he thought that it would be ‘very difficult’ to help me with ‘the set up in Wales’. Jacobson also told Eastman that Dafydd had trained under Bob Hobson and had treated me ‘in a therapeutic community’ – so that’s what Bryn Golau ward in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was, which was full of victims of the paedophile gang illegally imprisoned and dosed up to the eye-balls on chlorpromazine, whilst they were occasionally assaulted by the Angels and threatened with incarceration in the underground chamber. It was a therapeutic community! The Chief Angel on the ward in Springfield – a truly dreadful Australian woman called Stephanie – told the other Angels that I’d been treated in a therapeutic community, that everything that could be tried with me had been tried, so I was going to be discharged. The registrar Dr Alice Levinson wrote a letter stating that I was not psychotic, that I was suicidal with the stress of being repeatedly arrested by those we know and love in north Wales, that I was to be discharged with no further treatment but referred to the forensic team ‘for containment’ no less.

Jacobson also documented that he had spoken to Tony Francis who had recommended that St George’s contact Lucille Hughes for information about my ‘dangerousnes’. Lucille Hughes was Dafydd’s mistress, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services and was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s homes in north Wales but did not respond. I had never met Lucille Hughes and had never received a ‘service’ from Gwynedd Social Services. St George’s made the kind offer of the use of the social work team based at Clare House – which will have covered the Wandsworth area – should Lucille et al wish to tell them how dangerous I was in detail. I didn’t know that this social work team existed and I had never had any contact with them.

I’m so glad that the daddy of this lot Bob Hobson had a sensitive side and wrote poetry. I expect that Dafydd is a watercolourist in his spare time. Flowers probably.

My post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’ which discusses the paedophile network that operated in the Borough of Richmond-Upon-Thames in London in the 1970s and 1980s mentioned that the Director of Education in Wandsworth had been named as a paedophile who visited the notorious Elm Guest House where children in care were taken to be used for sex. Sir Peter Morrison visited the Elm Guest House and a boy in care from Wrexham was taken there. The Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Oliver Brooke was jailed for the possession of large amounts of child porn – which was stored on the premises of St George’s in the paediatrics dept – in 1986. Detectives who worked on the Brooke case stated that he was a key player in a pan-European paedophile ring. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’ discusses Cynthia Payne’s brothel at Streatham, just down the road from St George’s and how some St George’s Top Doctors were customers. The brothel was used as a networking opportunity for professional people with various fetishes – customers included judges, vicars, peers, lawyers and police officers. Cynthia Payne was the only person to be charged. Cynthia Payne shared her house – the brothel – with her friend Lord David Sutch, of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party. David Sutch suffered from manic depression and lived in the catchment area of the St George’s psychiatric team. He became seriously depressed, did not get any better and in 1999 David Sutch hung himself. Or at least he was found hung, it was presumed that he did it himself. An awful lot of people who were witness to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were found dead, having been presumed to have killed themselves. Carole Kasir the manager of the Elm Guest House was found dead, having killed herself it was said with an overdose of insulin.

Dafydd’s old mate from the unforgettable Galaxy of Talent Jim Watson was appointed consultant and senior lecturer at St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1971 and Chair of Psychiatry at St George’s in 1974. Watson then became the head of the academic department of psychiatry at the United Medical and Dental Schools of Guys and St Thomas’s.

Maurice Lipsedge’s obituary of Jim Watson stated that he ‘deplored the absence of training about sexuality for medical students and trainees and established a popular course on this topic’. Now that would have had interesting consequences at St George’s where a paedophile ring which was operating in the area was concealed, a member of the ring being the Professor of Paediatrics. It would have interesting consequences at St Thomas’s as well. St Thomas’s is located very close to Parliament and is the local hospital for the folk of Westminster.

Lipsedge also mentions in Watson’s obituary that Watson’s wife Christine Colley was a consultant and senior lecturer at the Middlesex Hospital in reproductive healthcare. Together they established a sex and relationship problems clinic at Guys.

Lipsedge noted that as well as Bob Hobson, the other influence on Jim Watson was Jim Birley, who like Bob Hobson ‘was a community psychiatrist’.

Jim Birley was the son of the neurologist Jim Birley and was born near Harley Street – another Top Doctor who was a Top Doctor by birth. Birley went to Oxford and then to Tommy’s for his clinical training. In 1954 whilst doing his national service Birley ‘was impressed by the way that deep sleep treatment helped a colleague’. One wonders what Birley thought that he had seen because deep sleep treatment is one of the many discredited dangerous treatments that didn’t work. After witnessing the miracle that is deep sleep treatment Birley took a series of junior medical posts, then rocked up at Tommy’s once more and spent a year working under the lethal William Sargant (see post ‘Dr Death’), just like Dr Death did a few years later.

In 1969 Birley joined the MRC Social Psychiatry Research Unit at the Maudsley as a consultant. Birley was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry, 1971-82. He retired in  1990. Birley was Dean of the Royal College of Psychiatry, 1982-87 and President, 1987-90. He was President of the BMA, 1993-94. Now let’s have a look at those obituaries written after Jim Birley died in 2013.

The Guardian obit – written by Caroline Richmond who writes many obits for Top Doctors – told us that Birley had made a ‘great breakthrough’ in the understanding of schizophrenia in the late 1960s. Which will be why schizophrenia is still baffling the people who’ve been working on it for decades, why no-one understands what it is or why it occurs and why none of the drugs used really do much more than sedate people. Pharmacologists freely admit that medical science is many, many years away from developing a drug that really will be effective in schizophrenia. Meanwhile clinical psychologists are trying a variety of non-drug interventions and the last big schizophrenia story to hit the popular media involved theories relating to the immune system. So it’s interesting to read that Jim Birley had it all sorted in the late 1960s. In 1968 Birley and George Brown published ‘Crisis and Life Changes and the Onset of Schizophrenia’ in the Journal of Health and Social Behaviour in the US, which, the Guardian tells us is of course a ‘classic’ paper. The Top Doctors do all tend to have written a classic paper, they have all published something which is the equivalent of Crick and Watson’s paper on the double helix.

The Maudsley passed its long term patients to Cane Hill Hospital near Croydon – those will be the many patients whose conditions had not improved despite the attentions of Sir Aubrey and his Galaxy of Talent, so they’ll have been dumped in the ‘backwards’ of Cane Hill, backwards which the Galaxy of Talent of course banished off the face of the earth altogether as they destigamatised psychiatry and transformed the landscape. In the 1970s Birley established the Windsor Walk Housing Association which was supported accommodation. At about the same time Birley established the Camberwell Rehabilitation Association, which employed patients to undertake tasks such as making fuse boxes.

Such’rehab’ work schemes were inevitably highly exploitative, with patients being paid an utter pittance. There were commercial relationships between the companies who benefited from the patients’ labour – the company paid for the work undertaken and they paid a lot more than the patients ever received in pay. Virtually free labour was also supplied by patients under the guise of occupational therapy. I was told of one hospital which had a commercial contract with a manufacturer of matches and at Warlingham Park Hospital patients spent their time packing paper towels. At Warlingham Park this ‘occupational therapy’ was obligatory. Patients clocked on at 9am and stayed at the yoke until 5pm and if they refused to ‘attend occupational therapy’ they were sectioned. There weren’t many who wanted to risk that, because Warlingham Park was a notoriously brutal hospital where a number of staff were actually imprisoned after patients had been seriously injured and raped. Please see my post ‘A Trade In People – Between London And North Wales’ for an account of the experiences of one family known to me who had experienced the delights of Warlingham Park. It involved the suspicious death of a middle-aged mother whilst sectioned at the hospital, the sectioning of her two teenaged children when they raised concerns about the circumstances of their mum’s death, the fleecing of those two children out of their inheritance by a number of crooked Top Doctors and lawyers and then the transportation of the two by now young adult children to north Wales – where they had never even visited – ‘for a new start’. Upon arriving in Bethesda, they found that their neighbours had been told that they were ‘interested in young children’ and the young woman was arrested by the police following baseless allegations that she had been ‘dancing naked’ in her house and inviting children in whilst at it. After years of neglect from the Hergest Unit the husband of this young woman choked to death whilst living in a ‘care home’ where he was under observation every 20 mins. No-one ever explained how his body laid undiscovered for a couple of hours.

The man whom I knew who was forced to pack paper towels at Warlingham Park to boost the profits of the NHS was paid a matter of pennies per hour. Before his mum died at the hands of Warlingham Park and he was sectioned, he had been an engineering apprentice.

The best story that I have heard re free labour as occupational therapy did of course come from someone who had been a patient at Denbigh. She was 19 years old at the time in 1985 and her therapy was to pack Dr Whites sanitary towels into boxes whilst a student nurse supervised her to make sure that there was no slacking. The student nurse in question later became the nurse manager of the Hergest Unit, Lena Henry. Happy memories Lena!!! I heard about this when I compared notes with this person about our Dafydd and Denbigh experiences. We did end up having such a laugh at the horrors of Denbigh that I received an e mail from her the next morning suggesting that the next time that we took a trip down memory lane we’d need incontinence pads rather than Dr Whites. Unlike me, this person was born in Bangor and went to school there. She told me that there were constant allegations that Dafydd ‘sold’ young female patients from Denbigh to members of local chapels who used them sexually. By the time that I was told this, I had already known a woman who had grown up on Anglesey who told me that when she was a child her father and uncle used her as a child prostitute and she was passed around the members of a chapel on Anglesey. She tried to kill herself when she was a young adult and ended up in Denbigh. The members of the chapel told her that if she returned to the chapel they would not sit next to her. This lady was a long-term mental health patient in north Wales and the Top Doctors were fully aware of her allegations.

Dafydd lives on Anglesey and was well thought of by members of the local chapel. As well as the Police Federation, members of the Methodist Church turned out to give former North Wales Police Superindent Gordon Anglesea a good send-off after he died in prison in 2016 following his conviction for the historical abuse of boys in care in Bryn Estyn.

In 1971 Jim Birley – after meeting David Ennals – founded the Southwark Association for Mental Health. The Southwark Association for Mental Health ran a charity shop and held fetes to raise funds.

Southwark Social Services sent numerous children in its care to the Bryn Alyn Community and continued to send them even after the kids complained of being abused. The local MP was Lib Dem Simon Hughes, who was one of the MPs who signed an early day motion opposing the proposed closure of Garth Angharad, that personal prison used by the paedophiles friends (see post ‘More On Those Who Signed That Early Day Motion’).

In 1971 David Ennals was leading a major campaign for MIND. He later became Chair of MIND and it was whilst Ennals was Chair that Tony Smythe was appointed as Chief Exec of MIND. Tony Smythe had links with paedophiles’ rights groups such as PIE. David Ennals was Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1976-79. Before he had ever met Jim Birley, Ennals had served as a junior Minister in the Home Office – whilst the Home Office was directly responsible for managing Approved Schools, such as Bryn Estyn and Axwell Park, where there were paedophile gangs in operation.

David Ennals brother Sir Paul Ennals was Chief Executive of the NCB (National Children’s Bureau). He was also a member of safeguarding Boards in Haringey, Gateshead, Sunderland and Tyneside. Which would have meant a lot of commuting. All of the locations in which Sir Paul was busy safeguarding had paedophile rings operating in the children’s services.

The Guardian assures us that Birley’s ‘patients adored him…he cared deeply for them, never trying to offload them onto other doctors’. Dafydd used to stress that he too never offloaded his patients. Once you were lumbered with Dafydd, you were stuck with him for life. Even if you went to London to work. Birley was ‘kind, gentle, modest, caring, tolerant and humerous’, ‘a great clinician, intellectually astute yet humble’, who ‘treated everyone with the same courtesy’ and was ‘a wonderful mentor’ who enjoyed ‘practical jokes’.

Birley once suffered a manic episode and ‘spoke quite openly about it, showing it could happen to anyone’. The circumstances under which this happened occurred whilst the Maudsley was being picketed – I’d love to know why that was. Birley ‘briefly’ became manic, feeling that he’d seen the light. His family and friends noticed and three colleagues sent him home with a tranquilliser which Birley said made him feel ‘as if he had stepped into a hot bath’. Two days later Birley was as ‘right as rain’.

The Top Doctors seem to enjoy rather better recoveries from mental health problems than the rest of the population. Other people who experience bouts of mental illness find themselves sectioned and subjected to occupational health reports from other Top Doctors stating that they are not suitable for various professions, but the Top Doctors make miraculous recoveries and carry on as if nothing had ever been amiss. Unless of course they are whistleblowers, in which case they never work again.

Whilst Birley was President of the BMA, 1993-94, he published a report on the involvement of Doctors in torture overseas. In 1993 I was fined £60 in  Bangor Magistrates Court for ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’. The social worker in question was Jackie Brandt, a social worker employed by Gwynedd Social Services, who had previously unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd after Alun Davies told me that if I didn’t drop my complaints about the mental health services I’d be sectioned. My complaint against Brandt and Davies following these events was never investigated, although it was admitted that Brandt had not completed a report as she was legally obliged to do. Brandt saw me in Safeways one day and went straight down to Bangor Police Station and made a statement claiming that I had screamed and swore at her and threatened her. Under cross-examination by my solicitor in Court, Brandt started crying and admitted that I hadn’t even spoken to her in Safeways. I was fined for causing her ‘alarm and distress’ as defined by the Public Order Act. Brandt was never investigated for perjury.

After Brandt gave the performance of a lifetime in the witness box, I was told by the family of another patient that Brandt had unlawfully detained their daughter in the Hergest Unit and after they made a complaint, Brandt and Tony Francis ‘told lie after lie after lie’. Brandt was then appointed as this young woman’s key worker – although the young woman hated her and refused to speak to her. The young woman was renting a house which she shared with another young woman in Felinheli. Brandt went round to visit. The young woman refused to answer the door. So Brandt called the police, who broke the door down and took her to Ysbyty Gwynedd where Brandt and Tony Francis sectioned her. The young woman was then evicted from her house by the landlord because of the damage caused when the police broke in. So the young woman was now a ‘homeless paranoid schizophrenic’. Two years previously the homeless paranoid schizophrenic had been leading a rather yuppyish life in London. Her problems began when she made friends with Marco Pierre White and his circle of friends. A series of very distressing things happened to this young woman and a Top Doctor was called. She was ‘taken home’ to north Wales – where she had grown up – and sectioned by Brandt and Francis. Who told her that she mustn’t go back to London again because People In London Didn’t Want To See Her.

I got to know this young woman very well during the 1990s and on a number of occasions her mental health would very obviously improve and she would  land herself jobs and enrol on MBAs and look as though she was about to make a fantastic recovery and would talk about returning to London to live. Then Tony Francis would ‘alter her medication’ and within a month she’d be sectioned again.

On one occasion when she was sectioned, this young woman swore blind that Tony Francis came to her room late at night and exposed himself to her. Her parents went apeshit and demanded an investigation. Francis was cleared on the grounds that he wan’t in the hospital on that night and the whole saga was attributed to the young woman being a chronic deluded paranoid schizophrenic. The young woman never wavered from her story, no matter what the state of her mental health was.

‘Lie after lie after lie’. That was what I found that Tony Francis had written upon my medical records when I finally received all of them last year. He’d been doing it for years as well in an attempt to have me banged up, entirely without my knowledge. He had told other people to lie on oath and they had done it. Francis had made a serious attempt at having me transferred to a forensic unit in 1994 by telling a colleague of Brandt’s, a CPN called Bridget Loyd, to lie in Court about me having phoned her up and threatened her (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). I was acquitted. There was no apology and no investigation. Many of the letters that Tony Francis had written to third parties encouraging them to contact the police about me and emphasising how dangerous I was had been cc’d to the BMA.

I could say ‘It’s a rat trap Tony – and you’ve been caught’ a la Bob Geldof, but Tony Francis killed himself shortly after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I understand that his wife Sadie – who also worked as a psychiatrist at the North Wales Hospital and then at Ysbyty Gwynedd – told her neighbours that he became depressed and killed himself because of me. I had not seen him for years…

Sadie Francis sat on the North Wales Community Health Council. The  NHS watchdog and patients’ voice!

Jim Birley campaigned against poor psychiatric practice abroad, especially in the former communist countries and in China. Jim represented the Royal College of Psychiatrists at the World Psychiatric Association meeting in 1981, when those naughty old Soviets were readmitted under strict conditions.

Birley was a Fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and was a leading member of what is now called the Global Initiative on Psychiatry.

As Top Doctors always are, Birley was ‘alarmed by Gov’t reforms’. He claimed that the 1989 White Paper ‘Working for Patients’ was ‘written by people who didn’t understand the NHS….had Mrs Thatchter’s fingerprints all over it’. In 1989 Sir Peter Morrison was abusing kids in care in north Wales which were handed over to him by the North Wales Paedophile Ring whilst he was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party. In 1990 Morrison organised Thatcher’s leadership campaign. In 1990 both I and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales were being seriously bullied at work.

Birley was awarded a CBE in 1990.

By the beginning of 1991 the careers of me and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales had been destroyed.

The Maudsley still has a James Birley Unit for acutely ill women.

 

Now for more on two of the Top Doctors who waxed lyrical about Linford Rees of the Welsh cakes and celebrity daughter in their obituaries of him – Griffith Edwards and Hamid Ghodse.

Professor Griffith Edwards  went to Balliol College Oxford and then did his clinical training at Barts. He did his postgraduate training at the Maudsley under D.L. Davies. He spent the whole of his career at the Institute of Psychiatry – which for many years was based at the Maudsley, but it later moved to King’s College London. Edwards became an alcohol and addiction specialist, a ‘major international figure influencing the discipline of alcohol and drug studies’. Of course Edwards ‘promoted rigorous scientific and clinical standards’ and ‘initiated therapeutic communities for heroin addicts’. Edwards established day centres for drug users and help for ‘skid row drinkers’. He introduced CBT, motivational interviewing, psychotherapy and pharmacotherapy for addicts.

Edwards was the Director of the MRC funded Addiction Behaviour Unit (ABU) and he established the UK’s National Addiction Centre in London, of which he was the first Chair and Director. He wrote extensively on policy aspects regarding alcohol and drugs.

Edwards held the following appointments at the Institute of Psychiatry: researcher worker, 1962-66; lecturer, 1966-67; senior lecturer, 1967-73; Reader in Drug Dependency, 1973-79; Professor of Addiction Behaviour, 1979-94 (Emeritus Prof from 1994); Director of the Addiction Research Unit, 1967-94.

Edwards was the first Professor of Addiction Behaviour in the UK.

Edwards was hon consultant psychiatrist at the Royal Bethlem and Maudsley Hospitals, 1967-94 (Emeritus from 1994). He was Chairman of the National Addiction Centre, 1991-94.

Edwards contributed to the drafting of the addiction sections of the ICD-10 and DSM- IV.

He was: a member of the Academy of the Medical Royal Colleges group making submissions on cannabis to the House of Lords in 1998; Consultant to the Presidents Special Action Office for Drug Abuse Prevention, Washington DC; Consultant for the Ministry of Health, Bolivia and Mexico members in the Cabinet Office group concerned with the design of national UK alcohol policy in 2003.

One of Edwards’s many papers was  his 1982 publication regarding cannabis and psychiatric morbidity. One of the Reports of the Expert Group of which he was a member was published by the Home Office. Which at the time employed Bing Spear as the Chief Inspector of the Drugs Branch – Bing who did many favours for Top Doctors who flogged prescriptions for Class A drugs and breached the rules, Bing who hung around with street addicts despite being a civil service mandarin. Bing who was very likely an addict himself. For the background on Bing and his celebrity drug dealer friends, see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’.

Edwards – along with with Milton Gross – wrote the original description of alcohol dependence which was published by the BMJ in 1976. It’s a classic paper – of course.

Edwards was described as ‘one of the few true giants’ by Dr Marc A. Schuckit of the University of Califonia, San Diego. Dr Thomas Babor of the University School of Medicine and Editor of the journal ‘Addiction’ described Edwards as the ‘father of some of the major conceptual advances in this field’.

Like every good Top Doctor Edwards networked furiously. Babor remembers that Edwards and his wife ‘hosted salon-like events at their home in Greenwich that were known for more than their warm conversation’. Furthermore Edwards ‘was a real wine connoisseur and there was always a cocktail before dinner…he was a strong believer in social drinking’.

The Society for the Study of Addiction’s website featured a tribute to Edwards written by Joanna Milward of King’s College London, who remembered Edwards’s contribution to British cannabis policy in the 1970s. Edwards’s rather subscribed to notions of reefer madness. Not that Joanna is one to mock. Joanna states that ‘substantial research has supported Griffith’s views, particularly around the risks associated with chronic, heavy use’.

Dr Peter and Margaret McCann remembered that Edwards was of great assistance to them when they established Castle Craig Hospital in 1988 – Edwards introduced them to ‘leading consultant psychiatrists in Scotland’ who specialised in addiction. Castle Craig is an upmarket ‘clinic’ for addicts. The McCanns also established Clouds House in Wiltshire, another sumptuous clinic for addicts.

Edwards researched and supported a new approach for homeless people and prisoners with alcohol problems. He was instrumental in establishing Pheonix House, the first therapeutic community for the treatment of drug dependence.

Alongside Lady Ann Parkinson, Edwards supported the charity Action on Addiction which was formed in 1989, which later merged with The Chemical Dependency Centre and Clouds House to form a larger charity, still called Action on Addiction. Lady Ann Parkinson was married to Cecil Parkinson, a member of Thatcher’s Cabinet and colleague of Peter Morrison. One of the Parkinson’s daughters, Mary, became involved with drugs and prostitution. She was found dead a few weeks ago.

Professor Griffith Edwards was awarded a CBE in 1987. There’s a nice photo of him available online – he’s wearing a stripey suit and a bow tie and is glaring aggressively at the camera.

Edwards took over the editorship of the British Journal of Addiction – in 1993 the journal was renamed Addiction – in 1978 from Max Glatt. Edwards remained Editor in Chief until 2005 and remained the Commissioning Editor until his death in 2012.

In his obituary of Edwards in the Guardian, Hamid Ghodse tells us that Edwards was ‘a sensitive clinician…aware that the therapeutic relationship between doctor and patient was of fundamental importance’. Dafydd and Tony Francis used to bang on a lot about the doctor patient therapuetic relationship and how trust in such a relationship was essential.

Ghodse reassures us that all Edwards’s ‘innovations were based on research findings and therefore influenced other clinicians and Government policy’ and that he ‘never had any involvement with the alcohol industry’. He didn’t need to – Edwards was the dominant figure in a field rotten with corruption where addicts were routinely neglected and treated like sub-humans by most Top Doctors, unless they had money in which case there were celebrity Top Doctors  who would flog them prescriptions and run luxurious expensive clinics for them. NHS clinics like the ones that Edwards ran were worse than mediocre, they were box ticking exercises in which patients purchased drugs off each other whilst the staff pretended not to notice.

I have only known one person well who was a drug user throughout the years when Edwards’s was doing all this splendid work and the anecdotes that this man related were extraordinary – but I have read similar accounts. He was an archetypal 60s hippy who took just about everything but would not touch heroin because he knew that it was addictive. He developed a psychotic illness after taking LSD and was sectioned a number of times in hospitals in affluent areas of Surrey and Sussex. At one of these institutions another patient tried to strangle him whilst he was asleep in bed one night. The patient who tried to kill him admitted to the staff that he’d done this to the acid casualty and stated that he was going to try it again. The acid casualty was still psychotic but he was discharged from the hospital on the grounds that the other patient was so dangerous that the acid casualty could not be kept safe.

At another hospital the acid casualty was told by a Top Doctor ‘I hate you hippies, you’re all revolving door patients’. The Top Doctor told the hippy that when he returned from holiday he would put him on morphine ‘to stabilise’ him. The hippy was horrified and at least had the good sense to see that turning into an addict would not be a good idea – although it would be highly profitable for any Top Doctor with a line in private prescriptions for addicts – and he actually managed to enlist the help of his father-in-law who was a Harley Street dentist to get him transferred to another hospital.

In another hospital this hippy – who enjoyed his drugs but wasn’t prone to punch-ups – was challenged to a fight by another patient who was enthusiastic about punch-ups. The hippy did all he could to avoid the violence but in the end he grabbed a pole and kept it with him lest he need it for self-defence. He was then violently attacked by the other patient and did end up in a serious confrontation. The Angels formed a circle around these two patients and watched the fight whilst discussing whether a psychotic hippy would be able to successfully defend himself against the ward psychopath.

This man was a patient of Dafydd’s in the North Wales Hospital in the 1980s. He told me that there was a patient on the ward who was supplying amphetamines to other patients with the knowledge of the staff. When the patients suffered from the effects of the drugs that they had purchased, Dafydd would section them for either six months or a year, so they would remain on the ward where the drugs were sold and offered the opportunity to buy more…

It was a free for all. Edwards will have known Dafydd and he will have known the sort of things going on at Denbigh, as well as at other Drug Dependency Units in hospitals. My post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ describes the rampant corruption and in-fighting between Top Doctors in this field, none of whom were putting the welfare of their patients first. Meanwhile Griffith Edwards and Dafydd banged on about cannabis psychosis.

Hamid Ghodse observed that Edwards’s  National Addiction Centre at the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College is now a ‘hub’ connecting Griffith’s ‘proteges’ – yet more from that Galaxy of Talent – with students across the world.

In 1966 Edwards designed the World Health Organisation’s alcohol policy and later their drugs policy. He was a member of the UK Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs – as was Sir Philip Myers who was Chief Constable of the North Wales Police when that force was riddled with corruption, particularly the drug squad (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’); a member of the ESRC; an advisor to the Dept of Health regarding alcohol problems and an advisor to the Cabinet Office on alcohol policy.

Max Glatt edited the journal which became Addiction before Griffith Edwards took it over.

In 1952 Max Glatt opened the first NHS unit for alcoholism at Warlingham Park Hospital. In 1962 Glatt established a unit for alcoholics and drug users at St Bernard’s Hospital in Ealing – it is now known as the Max Glatt Centre – run on ‘therapeutic community principles’. Glatt was also responsible for the establishment of the first addiction treatment in a prison – at Wormwood Scrubs, a unit which now also bears his name. Glatt taught at UCH, the Royal Free Hospital, the Middlesex Hospital. He retired from the NHS in 1977 and in 1978 became a consultant at the Priory.

Glatt ‘destigmatised’ alcoholism. So that’s why the Hergest Unit have for years refused to treat patients with alcohol problems, as have the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd, even after a patient who had gone there for help was found inexplicably dead hours later (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’).

Glatt advised the BMA, the Home Office and the Royal Colleges. He was the co-founder of the Medical Council on Alcoholism and the National Council on Alcoholism.

Glatt was ‘universally liked and admired’, was ‘never censorius’, ‘seldom gave up hope’, ‘enabled patients to open up to him’ and was a ‘quiet, modest and gentle person with a sharp sense of humour and an infectious smile’ who was ‘deeply religious’. Glatt ran a weekly group at the Florence Nightingale Hospital until his death in 2002.

The Daily Telegraph’s obituary of Glatt stated that when Glatt began his group therapy at Warlingham Park ‘Glatt had little idea of what he was doing’ and after his initial experiment with a group of four alcoholic patients asked them ‘has anything come out of this?’. One of them replied that they had no idea, ‘but talking was better than making paper elephants in the occupational therapy class’.

There was a tribute to Glatt written by David Marjot in Alcohol and Alcoholism. Marjot was another Top Doctor involved in the battles between Top Doctors in the 70s and 80s regarding the treatment of addicts. I note that Marjot served in the Royal Navy – when he left in 1976 he went to work at Barts with Glatt and was his successor when Glatt retired.

Max Glatt had a very troubled early life, although I can’t quite work out how some of the pieces of the story fit together. His parents died in Belsen and Glatt was imprisoned in Dachau after trying to flee to Holland after Kristallnacht in 1938. Somehow Glatt found his way out of Dachau to the UK. Some accounts state that he was ‘allowed to buy his freedom’ from Dachau the form of a visa to South America, where he travelled via England, but whilst in England he was interned. Other accounts describe Glatt as having been ‘deported to Britain’ from Dachau, then interned as an enemy alien on the Isle of Man from where he was transported to Australia on a prison ship, after which in 1942 Glatt made his way to England and ‘drifted into psychiatry’ because he feared that if he entered a more popular specialism he would be deported when the British doctors returned from active service. I can imagine that fleeing the Nazis was a pretty difficult situation to be in, so who knows what Max Glatt had to resort to in order to stay alive, but there is the common theme here re ‘why I went into psychiatry’ – for a variety of reasons huge numbers of people, even those who later were described as giants among Top Doctors, entered psychiatry because they were unemployable in any other field.

 

Hamid Ghodse was the man who wrote the relentlessly fawning obituaries of Professor Linford Rees and Professor Griffith Edwards – although there is plenty of evidence that these two men were seriously abusing their positions and were involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ghodse died himself in 2012.

Ghodse was educated in Iran and in Beirut, but came to the UK after qualifying in 1965. He knew people in south Wales as a result of a friendship he had made on a previous visit to the UK, so he did his postgraduate training at Morgannwg Hospital in Bridgend, south Wales, 1968-70. He then returned to London and worked at Barts and the Maudsley until 1974. Ghodse became the resident psychiatrist at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1974-78. In 1978 Ghodse was appointed consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital Medical School. In 1987 Ghodse became Professor of Addictive Behaviour and International Drug’s Policy at St George’s. In 1992 he set up and ran the International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, where he remained until his death in 2012.

Ghodse was training as a junior psychiatrist in south Wales at the same time as Tony Francis – he then went to the Institute of Psychiatry at about the same time that Francis did. The Royal College of Physicians website’s section on ‘Lives of the Fellows’ mentions that Ghodse was ‘strongly influenced’ by Linford Rees when he worked at Barts and that he got to know Linford’s family at Barts. When Ghodse worked at the Institute of Psychiatry his mentor was Griff Edwards.

Ghodse undoubtedly knew Tony Francis.

In 1992 when Ghodse set up his International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by that firebomb (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’).

Ghodse was working in the endemically corrupt St George’s whilst I was hounded out of my job there and then when I had dreadful experiences when I ended up as a patient of Ghodse’s colleagues. Colleagues who were busy communicating with Tony Francis, Dafydd and even Lucille Hughes without informing me let alone gaining my consent. Ghodse’s Drug Dependency Unit was originally located in Clare House – where those social workers who were offering to receive information from Lucille Hughes about me being phenomenally dangerous were based.

Ghodse’s inpatient unit was originally at Tooting Bec Hospital, which closed in 1988 – a new unit opened at Springfield to replace it. Ghodse was involved in training doctors, nurses, psychologists – and social workers.

Altogether Ghodse spent 34 wonderful years at St George’s. But he certainly got out and about and put his fingers in many pies. Ghodse began his career in addiction at Hackney Hospital’s DDU and he also worked as a consultant at Tommy’s as well as St George’s. He was the Director of Substance Misuse Services for Wandsworth, Merton and Sutton Health Authorities and was Director of the South West Thames Regional Drug Problem Team.

Ghodse was Chair of the Royal College of Psychiatrists Substance Misuse Section, 1990-94. I was working at St George’s whilst Ghodse Chaired that section – and by 1994, the agreement whereby Dafydd would be allowed to retire without any of the serious complaints about him being followed up and would also be given the contract for providing substance misuse services for north Wales had been thrashed out (see post ‘The Evolution of a Drugs Baron?’).

Ghodse was Vice-President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 2000-02. Whilst the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ghodse was non-executive director of the National Patient Safety Agency, 2001-to his death. He was Chairman of Higher Degrees in Psychiatry, University of London, 2003-until his death.

Ghodse was an advisor to the Department of Health and to the NHS Ombudsman. He was elected as President of the UN International Narcotics Control Board 11 times. That Board monitors countries adherence to drug conventions.

Vanessa Cameron, the Chief Executive of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, described this big time crook as ‘the wise elder statesman par excellence’.

Ghodse’s wife Barbara Ghodse whom he married in 1973 was a Top Doctor who went into hospital management. In fact Barbara Ghodse was or still is the service contracts manager for St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust.

A measure of Hamid Ghodse’s success as a Top Doctor was suggested by his former colleague Dr Jill Treganza who ran the DDU at St George’s with him. Treganza observed that when they first set up the DDU, she and Hamid would joke about managing over 100 patients with just one part-time nurse to help them. Hamid built the DDU up into a university department of addiction behaviour with over 200 staff, over 85 of them in the academic unit.

Now how ever did Hamid manage to do that?

 

After Hamid Ghodse died, a memorial service was held as a ‘celebration of Hamid’s life’. In attendance were: Prof Peter Kopelman, Principal, St George’s; Jill Treganza; Prof Dinash Bughra; Prof Fabrizio Schifano; Prof Sue Bailey; Dr N. Baghaei-Yazdi; Baroness Sheila Hollins; Prof Ilana Crome.

All together now, in memory of Hamid – ‘We didn’t know’.

 

Before I leave the topic of the festering cess-pit of corruption that is St George’s with its Top Doctors who were concealing paedophile rings which were linked to gangsters involved in large scale drug importation and dealing as well as child porn, there is one person who needs to make her way to the nearest police station and fess up. That is Deb Everard, the vile manipulative laboratory technician who caused such huge problems at St George’s but who never faced disciplinary action, no matter how dreadful her conduct. Everard was a Conservative Councillor in Edmonton and although she was a Tory she ruthless used the corrupt MSF reps in St George’s to keep herself out of trouble. Everard knew about Oliver Brooke the paedophile professor as well as mountains of other wrongdoing. St George’s was the centre of a major crime ring with international links – this is not about a daft old bat like you falling out with everyone Deb, this is about drug barons and child traffickers you stupid cow. Get down the police station now.

Now for a bit more information on Alice Mahon, the Labour MP who blew the whistle on the gross abuses at Ashworth Hospital, but which were then blamed on the patients and used to justify New Labour becoming even more oppressive and punitive towards people with mental health problems (see post ‘Security, Security’).

Alice Mahon was Labour MP for Halifax, 1987-05. She was on left of the party and member of the Socialist Campaign Group. Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in April 2009 because of her disgust at the plans of Gordon’s aide Damien McBride and Derek Draper’s plans to smear leading Tories.

Mahon went to grammar school in Halifax and after leaving school worked as an NHS nursing auxillary for ten years. She was born in 1937 so presumably she began working for the NHS in the mid-late 1950s. In 1979 Mahon graduated from Bradford University with a BA in Social Policy and then taught trade union studies at Bradford College, 1980-87. She was also a Councillor on Calderdale Council. By the time that Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in 2009 she had been a member for over 50 years. She campaigned on women’s rights, abortion rights and gay rights – all of which were systematically breached by the NHS whilst Mahon worked in it and for many years afterwards. Mahon was based in a region of the country where a paedophile gang targeted children in care – we’re talking Yorkshire, Jimmy Savile ruled supreme – where two psychiatrists raped and molested female patients over decades with the knowledge of other NHS colleagues across the whole of Yorkshire but were not even investigated until they had nearly reached retirement (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’) and where there was serious endemic corruption in the police. Bradford – anyone remember Peter Sutcliffe and the police not giving a toss for years because he was only murdering prostitutes?

Things were no better in that neck of the woods even during the later years of Mahon’s Parliamentary career. I have been friends with two people who have lived and worked in the Bradford area for the last thirteen years or so. The mental health services in Bradford rival those in north Wales for sheer fuckwittery and negligence – a zenith was reached in 2010 with the activities of the Crossbow Cannibal Killer – and for their ability to exterminate vulnerable people. The Airedale NHS Trust had a problem a with an Angel killing some of the patients by lethal injection. The corrupt expert witness whom I encountered some years ago Robert Kehoe (see post ‘A Very Succinct E Mail From A Reader’) was Clinical Director of Airedale at the time of the murdering Angel. Kehoe is now Medical Director of the enormous US based private healthcare company Cygnet, has a Harley Street practice from where he continues to provide expert witness reports and still keeps a finger in the NHS pie in West Yorkshire. People working in the NHS in  Bradford knew many years ago that there was a high rate of genetically inherited problems as a result of marriages between first cousins and that the mortality rate for baby girls was inexplicably high. Neither problems were made public – although Bradford has finally got around to providing genetic counselling for first cousins who marry – because these matters affected certain groups in the south Asian community and people were terrified of providing ammunition for the BNP which held seats on the Council. Then there was the huge problem of the grooming and trafficking of youngsters in care by criminal gangs. The Labour MP for Keighley Anne Cryer tried for years to draw attention to the problem of forced marriages and honour killings and was denounced as a racist.

The health and welfare section of Bradford University was so dysfunctional that it was known as ‘health and warfare’ by  staff working in other parts of the university. The crowning achievement of the Health and Warfare department was the naked race hatred shown towards one of nursing lecturers – who was black – by her fellow Angels. It culminated in someone posting up a picture of a monkey on her office door. Were any Angels dismissed or even disciplined? No. The settlement arranged with the union was that the Angel who had been the subject of this vile behaviour would be given a Chair – although she had neither the experience or research record to warrant such a position. Academics in other institutions couldn’t work out why there was a professor at Bradford with such a weak CV…

This was all facilitated by the NHS and social services and Mahon will have known about it. She does not seem to have uttered a word. So what about Mahon’s role in exposing the horrors of the Personality Disorder Unit at Ashworth Hospital in 2007, as detailed in my post ‘Security, Security’? Well she obviously did take up the case in 2006 when her constituents who were the parents of the Ashworth patient who alleged that such appalling things were happening approached her, but after the Fallon Inquiry everything was blamed on Dangerous Nutters who had ‘taken over’ the institution rather than anyone admitting that the root of the problem was that Ashworth was rotten to the core and run by Top Doctors who were concealing a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire and ‘nurses’ who were members of the POA and National Front.

If Alice Mahon had wanted to finish the Tories off, she could have – by telling the truth about Ashworth Hospital, because the truth about Sir Peter Morrison’s role in the north Wales paedophile gang would have emerged as well as the enormous lengths to which the Tories had gone for years to keep it quiet. Ah – but that would have meant admitting exactly what had been going on in the NHS and what had happened to me and others at its hands and like everyone in the Labour Party Alice is passionate about the NHS. As was Alice’s leader Kinnock. The Kinnock who knew what was happening to us in north Wales – and who also knew about George Thomas and a few others on his doorstep in south Wales. The Kinnock who went to university with Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) – who was one of the Top Doctors who concealed the north Wales paedophile gang – and who was married to Glenys from north Wales whose parents were friendly with the likes of Lord Cledwyn who had concealed the paedophile ring years previously. The Kinnock who knew damn well that Michael Carr didn’t survive a visit to Walton Hospital after he dared take on Militant (see post ‘News From Sicily’). The Militant whom Kinnock so bravely fought by shouting the odds at Derek Hatton at the Labour Party Conference in 1986.

Comrade Alice really hated New Labour and before she resigned from the Party said that she was ‘dismayed’ at the impotency of the Gov’t in tacking the financial institutions. Had Alice et al had been a little more honest, less self-interested and had not been doing deals with Top Doctors involved in serious crime, they could have given Capitalism a good kick in the groin. How? By exposing the leading role that Sir Robin Butler, Thatcher’s Principal Private Secretary, 1982-85 and Cabinet Secretary played in concealing the paedophile gang and the mountain of associated crap. The Sir Robin who in 1969 had been seconded to the Bank of England and a number of City institutions and who was a founder member of the Central Policy Review Staff under Lord Rothschild, 1971-72. After a series of senior appointments at the Treasury, Butler was second Permanent Secretary for Public Expenditure, 1985-87. Whilst Thatcher was Education Secretary in Ted Heath’s Gov’t, she supported Lord Rothschild’s 1971 proposal for market forces to affect Gov’t funding for research.

Sadlly Nurse Alice knew best and the one thing that we mustn’t do is listen to psychiatric patients telling stories about Top Doctors because they don’t know their own minds do they….

You fucking idiot Alice. Nurse knows best which is why it’s such a mess. And why five witnesses were killed by a firebomb days after the Tories won the 1992 General Election (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs).

I have mentioned in previous posts how I and others who dared challenge the paedophiles’ friends found it nigh-on impossible to gain NHS treatment. I’m delighted to report that at the time that Alice was resigning from the Labour Party in disgust at Gordon, Alice campaigned for someone who had been denied NHS treatment – one Alice Mahon. Had Alice been unlawfully refused treatment for life-threatening illnesses/told that she was mentally ill when she had cluster headaches and then refused pain relief/told to go and lie on her bed by Angels when she had a kidney stone/refused treatment for a head wound incurred in a car crash/gone into hospital to give birth as a healthy woman after a problem free pregnancy and come out with a dead baby or any of the other fun things that happened to me and others? No. Alice began a campaign because she was suffering from AMD (age-related macular degeneration) and her GP had refused to prescribe the drug that she wanted. Alice employed the services of clinical negligence specialists Irwin Mitchell and in 2007 threatened to take Calderdale PCT and Kirklees PCT to the High Court. Just to ram home her point, eventually Alice invited the press to her London house – as opposed to her other house in Yorkshire – and explained to them that because she her request for AMD treatment on the NHS had been turned down, she was having to let out her London home to fund the treatment herself. Alice’s press conference took place after she left Parliament.

The PCT later clarified the situation. The drug that Alice was requesting had not yet been approved by NICE, but if a patient’s doctor felt that it was the right treatment for them and chose to prescribe it, it was available on the NHS. So presumably Alice’s doctor felt that her particular condition was not going to benefit from the drug that she was requesting.

During Alice’s campaign she argued that the cost of the support that patients with AMD need as they gradually lose their sight in terms of treatments for injuries as a result of falls etc far exceeds the cost of the AMD drug which was actually available on the NHS if a Top Doctor chose to prescribe it. Alice was no doubt quite right about that. In much the same way that framing innocent patients for offences that they have not committed and then banging them up for many years in Ashworth at the cost of several thousand pounds per week before they are eventually beaten to death by the Angels who have joined the National Front and then commissioning Robert Bluglass to investigate the murder along with one of Dafydd’s Angels is far more expensive than treating them for whichever manageable mental health problem they had experienced in the first place before they had the misfortune to be referred to Dafydd or Tony Francis et al.

In 2009 it was revealed in the Parliamentary expenses scandal that in 2001 Alice had claimed £20k to repay a loan which she had taken out in order to buy some new doors for her house in London. It was discovered in 2004 that Alice’s claim fell outside the rules but because no-one noticed when Alice did it, they let her off. Alice still owned the house in question in 2009 two years after she had left the Commons. It was the legendary house that Alice had been forced to let out to pay for the NHS treatment that would not have helped her condition – the treatment that Alice claimed to have paid £5,325 for and was the basis of her proposed High Court action. The basis of Alice’s proposed High Court action was that the NHS had breached her human rights. She was quoted as saying ‘I have been an ardent supporter of the NHS all my life and now I feel totally let down’. Anyone for representing the human rights of patients who have been sitting in the secure hospitals for twenty years because when they were young they were deemed to be psychopaths after telling Wicked Lies about being sexually exploited by social workers or Top Doctors? Cherie? Mr Mansfield? St Helena Kennedy? Anyone????

Before she resigned from Parliament, Alice appeared as a defence witness for Slobodan Milosevic after he was indicted for war crimes. No, I am not taking the piss, she did. Presumably her eye-sight really was going downhill. Perhaps Alice should have spent that £5,325 of tax-payers money at the natural healing clinic of Slobodan’s fellow war criminal, Radovan Karadizic, a psychiatrist and Top Doctor who gave lectures at European conferences when he ‘went into hiding’ and ‘couldn’t be found’. Even though he was spotted by a BBC correspondent getting out of a red Merc in broad daylight.

Alice was Vice-President and is a Patron of the Stop The War Coalition. Stop the War was established in Sept 2001 after Lindsey German – who was then in the SWP – Chaired a public meeting of the Concerned. Lindsey German became the convenor of Stop the War. Others involved included George Galloway (Vice-President) who plants an incendiary device wherever he pauses, Tam Dalyell (Vice-President), who wrote many toadying obituaries of politicians who concealed child abuse and Harold Pinter. The President of Stop the War, 2001-14, was Tony Benn. Who when I wrote to him concerning matters north Wales did reply but simply said ‘sorry, mental health is not my area’. Yes, but bringing down capitalism was and all Tony needed to have done was to start digging re Thatcher, Sir Robin and the rest of the gang who introduced Reagan’s neoliberal experiment to Europe. But there we are, Viscount Stansgate was mates with them all at St Thomas’s, that bastion of inequality in the London medical establishment where people from titled families choose to study if they’re going into medicine. Who can afford to rock the boat for the sake of kids in care and psych patients when one can be filmed marching through central London with a megaphone leading thousands of Angels carrying banners saying ‘Save Our NHS’, accompanied by well-paid although tired junior doctors wearing their scrubs pushing beds and trolleys? Tommy’s has now merged with Guys. A former Top Doctor at Guys, Professor Harry Keen, was the uncle of Ed and David Miliband. Harry Keen’s memorial service was held at Guys. So presumably with their uncle having been a leading light at Guys Ed and David know exactly how that establishment carries on. It’s not a democratic place is it Ed? Did your Uncle Professor Harry know Professor Jim Watson then, the associate of Dafydd’s and the ‘sex therapist’ who spent years working at St George’s where his dept concealed a paedophile ring? If those who Save Lives wanted to attend Ed’s uncle’s memorial service they’d have had to have cancelled their Harley Street clinics for the day.

Louise Christian, a ‘human rights solicitor since 1978’ and ‘campaigning lawyer’, was a Vice-President of Stop The War. Louise established the law firm Christian Fisher in 1985. One of their early cases was representing 49 Liverpool Councillors who were prosecuted for wilful misconduct – so that’ll have been Mr Hatton et al who did battle with the pillock Kinnock whilst Walton Hospital finished off Michael Carr and absolutely everybody ignored what was going on down the road at Moss Side and Park Lane Hospitals (see post ‘Security, Security’). Sadiq Khan joined Christian Fisher as a trainee in 1994 and in 1997 became a partner, the firm then evolving into Christian Khan. The Sadiq who knows what happens to people in the care of the mental health services because he took on the case of David ‘Rocky’ Bennett who was murdered ooh I mean restrained whilst in the care of the NHS in 1998. Sadiq did that one case and didn’t dip his toe into such waters again- but the death of Rocky alone will have left Sadiq in no doubt about the lies and the character assasinations to which the NHS routinely resorts when it has been caught participating in the highest levels of naughtiness. The only reason Rocky’s death was ever investigated at all was because his sister was a Top Doctor and fought tooth and nail – that will have taken the Angels by surprise, Black Paranoid Schizophrenics aren’t expected to have sisters who are Top Doctors. In 2010 Christian Khan merged with Imran Khan and Partners. Louise was Chair of Liberty, 2007-09, which in its previous incarnation had those embarrassing links with PIE…

The Chair of Stop the War until 2011 was Andrew Murray, a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain. Murray is an old mate of Seamus Milne, they both enjoyed being Stalinists together. In 2003 Murray defended the regime which runs North Korea. Andrew worked for the TGWU, 1987-98 and then again from 2003 – it’s those NHS unions again. In 2010 Murray was involved Len McCluskey’s successful campaign to be General Secretary of UNITE – there they are again….

In 2011 Murray stepped down as Chair of Stop The War because he became  Chief of Staff of UNITE. A man called Jeremy Corbyn took over as Chair of Stop The War in Sept 2011. The Jeremy whom I really do not find half as offensive as many of his colleagues, but Jeremy did know what was happening to those kids on his home turf of Islington at the hands of the paedophile gang that operated in the children’s homes run by Islington Council…Jeremy is busy demanding more money for the NHS at the moment – along with the bloated managerialists running the NHS who are making a killing (so to speak) and the Top Doctors, including those who run Harley Street practices alongside their NHS work and who are sometimes raking in eye-watering amounts of money. Jeremy – pop along to Harley Street with John McDonnell sometime for a bit of fieldwork and take Brother Len with you. Some of those Rollers that you see parked outside the buildings belong to NHS consultants. We are not talking excellent hard working doctors being fairly rewarded here, we are talking taking the piss big time.

By Nov 2016 Murray had joined the Labour Party and in May 2017 it was revealed that he had been seconded by UNITE to the Labour HQ during the 2017 General Election campaign.

The incident which led to Mahon giving up on the Labour Party after more than 50 years of blind loyalty to the NHS is worth looking at in a bit of detail. The matter which so incensed Mahon was the plan cooked up by Damien McBride to set up a website which would run stories smearing the character of prominent Tories, including Cameron and his Samantha, as well as George Osborne and his wife Frances. Mahon mentioned that her stepdaughter was horrified to think that McPoison and his partner in crime Derek Draper could even think of smearing Cameron and Sam because they had a severely disabled child. That was Ivan – who was ruthlessly used by Cameron and Samantha to convince everyone that the NHS was safe with Cameron because what with Ivan Sam and Dave Know How It Is. Except that Sam n Dave are millionaires and could afford the care and respite that keep parents free of exhaustion and sometimes even suicide when they have a severely disabled child. Alice knows as well as I do that the NHS doesn’t provide that.

Whilst I don’t think that McPoison’s idea to throw mud that he knew to be untrue at leading Tories was a good one, Mahon might be surprised to know that some years ago I was told by a close friend of Professor Dylan Jones-Evans, advisor to the Welsh Conservative Party, that he had a Cunning Plan to ‘blacken the character’ of a public figure in north Wales. I was told that Dylan had stated that he had to do this because the person concerned ‘hadn’t done anything wrong’ so there was no real mud to throw. So what had this person done to so mortally offend Dylan? He was a supporter of the Welsh Labour Party. Why did Dylan think that a bag of venom thrown in this person’s direction would prove effective? Because this person’s spouse had just died of a brain tumour – after they were told by the Walton Centre that the tumour was inoperable – and the stress of that had left the person concerned ‘on their last legs’ according to Dylan. I was interested in that inoperable tumour. Because that inoperable tumour was diagnosed some time after the spouse of the person with that tumour and a close friend of theirs had dared take on the paedophiles’ friends, some of whom are Top Doctors with links to the Walton Centre (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’). At pretty much the same time, another person whom I knew in north Wales was also diagnosed with a brain tumour and treated at Walton. They were a social worker who had worked with the paedophile gang, as was their spouse. The colleague of the paedophile gang made a full recovery. It is possible that the paedophiles’ colleague really did have a tumour with a better prognosis – but I know what the Top Doctors get up to…

Sometime before these brain tumours were diagnosed Dylan found out that I had acquired a stack of incriminating documentation from my medical files demonstrating the serious criminality involved – everyone knew what was happening to me at the hands of the NHS and social services in north Wales, it had become public knowledge. I received a message from someone close to Dylan who told me that Dylan wanted to help me and perhaps I’d like to share my evidence with him. I remembered very clearly who flatly refused to help me when it all began – Keith Best and Wyn Roberts, two corrupt Thatcherite Tories in the Welsh Office. I decided that I could do without Dylan’s assistance and hung on to my evidence. Then my computer was stolen by John McTernan’s brother-in-law (see post ‘News From Sicily’).  Then my car was broken into and the only things stolen were the letters from my lawyer which were in the glove box. Then letters from my lawyer which were sent to me at Bangor University were opened before they arrived in my pigeon hole. Then I was offered a TV documentary about my case – only to be asked just before filming was due to begin if I would smear the person whose character Dylan had wanted to blacken.

This is the NHS for you Alice. McPoison didn’t need to smear anyone – he could have just given an honest account of what some people were actually doing. Including David Cameron – who appointed David Jones MP as Secretary of State for Wales in the run up to the organising of the second great cover-up of the paedophile gang which followed the Waterhouse Inquiry ie. the Macur Review. David Jones was a lawyer who worked in north west Wales and sat in the Courts for years watching whilst the paedophile gang perjured themselves and fitted people up (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’). David Jones campaigns on an NHS ticket – his wife is a midwife. So Mrs Jones will have known that the obs and gynae services in north Wales have been dysfunctional and unsafe for years, that women were being unlawfully denied terminations because a group of Top Doctors in the region who were anti-abortion got together and determined that there would be no access to NHS abortions in north Wales – but women could pay Top Doctors in Chester and get them – and that Wrexham Maelor Hospital had a whole spate of deaths of mothers and babies but the hospital refused to hold an investigation because they didn’t want anyone to find out how dangerous the unit was (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

David Jones and his wife are opposed to abortion – but clearly didn’t feel as strongly about a paedophile gang which framed and murdered witnesses.

 

Regarding the previous of those who planned to smear Dave n Sam, ie. McPoison and Derek Draper – Draper had been a Private Eye favourite for years and was routinely referred to as Dolly Draper, although I don’t know the origin of that particular long-running joke.

In 199o Dolly was Constituency Secretary for Nick Brown, a paedophiles’ friend whose territory is in the north east of England and who ended up in a rent boy scandal himself shortly after Ron Davies was caught with his trousers down in the company of Boogie the male prostitute on Clapham Common (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Alastair Campbell repackaged the Nick Brown embarrassment as a good news ‘gay man comes out and is proud’ news story. In 1992 Dolly was employed as a researcher by Mandelson who was by then MP for Hartlepool – Dolly set up Progress with Liam Byrne, whose tracked record of being at the scene of the crime is excellent (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’). In 1998 Dolly landed himself in his first scandal, Lobbygate, in which he was taped by an undercover journalist boasting of his access to key Gov’t figures. Dolly had also stated that ‘I just want to stuff my bank account at 250 pounds an hour’. Dolly’s conduct would seem to be entirely consistent with the sort encouraged by Mandy, so it was interesting to read that after Lobbygate Mandy observed that Dolly has ‘a fine intelligence but sometimes I’m afraid that he misuses that intelligence. He gets above himself’.  Mandy obviously feared some stiff competition from Dolly.

Dolly then embarked on a career as a psychotherapist, after having done an MA in Clinical Psychology in California. Dolly joined the British Association for Counselling and Psychotherapy and wrote a monthly column in Therapy Today. In 2009 when McPoison’s plan for the smearing of Dave n Sam n George n Frances became public, it was revealed that in response to McPoison’s Cunning Plan, Dolly had sent him an e mail describing McPoison’s idea as ‘absolutely totally brilliant’. Someone subsequently complained about Dolly having such untherapeutic thoughts to the BACP – nonetheless Dolly’s membership of the BACP was not withdrawn. But I wouldn’t have expected it to be – I know of numerous people registered with the BACP who undoubtedly do not have the temperament or knowledge to be allowed near huge swathes of the human race yet alone near vulnerable distressed people. The BACP pointed out that as well as his dodgy certificate from somewhere unspecified in California, in 2009 Dolly had acquired a second MA in the Foundations of Psychoanalytic Psychotherapy from the Tavistock Centre London/Essex University, which had involved Dolly undertaking more than 1500 hours of supervised clinical work, no doubt under the supervision of someone as mad and as unscrupulous as Dolly.

Dolly is married to Kate Garraway, the former GMTV presenter.

 

I spent some time earlier yesterday watching the post-1992 General Election TV clips featuring people bemoaning the fact that unbelievably John Major had won the election, even after the disaster that was his first administration. All the old faces were there or mentioned – Dr Death, Shirl, Paddy Ashdown, Red Ken. A fresh faced Blair was interviewed as well looking rather crestfallen that Mandy’s PR vehicle hadn’t been successful and Blair and Red Ken were both asked whether Kinnock ought to go. A smug David Mellor quietly gloated on camera. Every one of these people knew about the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere which involved politicians and any one of them could have pulled the plug on the Tories if they’d blown the whistle. Not one of them did. Mahon told Chris Mullin in 1994 that she was the Stop Blair candidate. No Alice, you were the Fuckwitted Candidate, one of many. You could have stopped Blair if you’d wanted – but it would have meant standing up to those NHS unions…

There was someone else who knew about north Wales who presented those political news programmes – Jeremy Paxman. His former partner Elizabeth Clough made the documentary ‘Who Will Listen To Mary Winch?’ A worthwhile documentary – which was never followed up and quietly forgotten shortly after it was screened in March 1991 for some unfathomable reason….

Alice Mahon was succeeded as Labour MP for Halifax by her protege from Calderdale Council, Linda Riordan.

 

There’s ructions in the NHS once more, the Top Doctors are squealing loudly. They want money. Lots of it. I haven’t had time to catch up with today’s events yet, but I did notice that recently Top Doctor Bruce Keogh decided that he just had to Speak Out. Keogh has been at the top of the NHS for years, so although the obvious response is well Bruce, the mess must be something to do with you, I absolutely accept that Bruce Keogh would not be able to turn around the rotten apple single handedly. Keogh is a cardiac surgeon who is keen on safer practice. I know nothing about cardiac surgery so I’m not in a position to pass judgement on Keogh’s surgery or on the measures that he uses to review his colleague’s work. However I have noticed an irony in view of the fact that many of Bruce Keogh’s responsibilities have been concerned with improving patient safety. The irony is the job of Bruce’s wife Ann. Ann is Director of Medical Safety at the Heart of England Foundation NHS Trust. That is the Trust which employed the surgeon Ian Paterson who is currently in prison after performing unnecessary operations on scores of patients. There were many warnings that Paterson was out of control but the Heart of England Trust did not take any action…

Yet another school where parents paid handsomely for their children to be abused has hit the media. The Guardian ran an article on the appalling abuse meted out to boys as young as 12 by the former headmaster of St Benedict’s School. It seems that the headmaster had been committing serious offences for years. Julian Clary went to St Benedict’s. When Julian Clary was still a relatively new face in comedy he talked about how his mum and dad sent him to an expensive school and he absolutely hated it there, but he didn’t tell his parents because they had made sacrifices to stump up the fees. Julian Clary never explained WHY he was so unhappy at that school, but a lot of his comedy was predicated on jokes about homosexual behaviour between school boys. St Benedict’s has another famous old boy as well – Chris Patten! The Chancellor of Oxford University, the former Chairman of the BBC, the Patten who never takes any responsibility for any atomic bombs exploding on his watch.

Patten famously lost his seat at the 1992 General Election which gave him a shock because he’d been responsible for the Tories successful election campaign. So Chris, the 1992 General Election was fought with a constant eye on the need to keep the activities of Peter Morrison and the paedophile gang in north Wales quiet. Then there were the deaths of the five witnesses as a result of that petrol bomb just days after the Tories won. Would your wife Lavender’s support for Professor Mark Williams’s ‘mindfulness’ fraud – which he developed whilst he worked in Bangor in the late 1980s alongside those who were concealing the paedophile gang – be at all related to your need to keep a lid on that barrel of shit? Furthermore I really don’t think that Lavender should have been doubling up as a Patron for Williams’s Centre for Mindfulness at Oxford University whilst you were the Chancellor.

The influence of Freemasonry in the police has been in the news. Steve White, who is standing down after three years as the Chairman of the Police Federation, has expressed concerns that Freemasonry is so influential in the police that it is blocking progress for women as well as for black and ethnic minority people. What is even more worrying was that it was used to protect people involved in serious organised crime running a paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire for decades. Brian Paddick then gave an interview admitting that both he and his father were Freemasons but he was shocked to find that after he joined the police certain people became very much more friendly to him when they found out that he was a Freemason. Paddick commented that the stereotype of the Freemasons is one of silly old men wearing aprons performing ludicrous handshakes but stressed that Freemasonry is a malign influence in the police. Which struck a chord with me because I used to think that Freemasons were ridiculous and I certainly thought that no-one under 60 would be involved. Then I found out that Trystan Pritchard, one of the corrupt managers who used to work in Ysbyty Gwynedd, was a Freemason. Trystan was good mates with Elfed Roberts, the disastrous former Chairman of the North West Wales NHS Trust (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Of Notoriety Now Keeping A Low(er) Profile’), the man who left the North Wales Police after a conversation with the Chief Constable about the privileges and perks that Elfed seemed to be enjoying. Trystan is now CEO of St David’s Hospice. He took over when Alun Davies retired – Alun Davies who was formerly the corrupt manager of the Hergest Unit, whilst Elfed was Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Trystan was also big mates with Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust and currently the Director of Workforce at the rapidly imploding Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

A couple of days ago I read that a Court of Appeal ruling meant that numerous people who were abused as kids as a result of the negligence of the social services will now not be able to claim compensation. Well that’s one way of dealing with the acknowledgement that the abuse of children in care is a huge problem which was simply ignored. The three Appeal Court judges who made the ruling were Lord Justice Nigel Davies, Lord Justice Steve Irwin and Lady Justice Eleanor King.

95 Glorious Years!

Baroness Jean Trumpington retired from the House of Lords at the end of last month at the age of 95 and what a fuss in the media there was. Trumpers – as she likes to be known – was interviewed and featured everywhere, in a consistently positive way. Much was made of the fact that Trumpers virtually single-handedly defended Hitler, that she gave Thatcher a few good bollockings and that she ‘dealt with’ Lloyd George as a young woman. Trumpers was even named in a ‘Guardian’ article as a feminist icon and the nation remembered her stellar performances on ‘Have I Got News For You’ and other light entertainment programmes.

A few weeks before she announced her retirement, this blog revealed that Trumpers had actually been the Minister in the DHSS responsible for appointing Jimmy Savile general manager of Broadmoor – where he sexually assaulted and raped a number of women patients, two of whom are thought to have killed themselves as a result. When I wrote that – it was just a bit of information that I supplied in a comment following my ‘Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Drawn To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?’ post – I’d barely heard of Trumpers, although I had seen her on ‘Have I got News For You’. I was fascinated to hear that it was she who appointed Savile whilst she was Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State – not just because it was a stupid monstrous thing to do, but because Edwina Currie took the flak for that. Indeed, this blog gave Edwina Currie flak for it – Currie was also a Minister in the DHSS, working under Ken Clarke as Secretary of State, who after Savile’s death held her hands up to appointing him. Currie admitted attending dinners in the Athenaeum with Savile, corrupt civil servants and Savile’s former NHS manager mate from Leeds, Alan Franey (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’). Yet it was Trumpers who did the dirty deed – I suspect that Trumpers attended a few knees ups in the Athenaeum along with the rest of them.

So why did Edwina – and to a lesser extent Ken Clarke – cover Trumpers’ arse? Edwina was having to defend herself repeatedly in public while furious people demanded to know how she could ever have been so foolish as to appoint a serial sex offender to such a position. A public inquiry into Savile was taking place, the BBC was under fire, monuments to Savile were being taken down and even the over-the-top headstone from his grave was removed – throughout it all, no-one mentioned Trumpers. Edwina is no shrinking violent – did she perhaps have such a good relationship with Trumpers that she was happy to protect a friend who had been guilty of a huge misjudgement but was basically a decent person? Unlikely, based on an interview that Trumpers herself gave to the ‘Guardian’ in 2004 – Trumpers stated that Edwina was a ‘bitch’, was ‘dreadful’, talked far too much and that Trumpers was always having to clean up after her. Trumpers mentioned the eggs business as an example. The eggs business was interesting – Edwina had to resign because she pissed off some very wealthy factory farmers who stood to go bankrupt. Edwina had made public comment stating that ‘most of our egg production’ was infected with salmonella – which at that time was true. Not every egg was infected with salmonella, but just about every intensive egg farm in the UK was infected with salmonella. Edwina had already been rude to the elderly who had suffered from hypothermia, she’d made misleading comments about the effectiveness of the UK’s cervical screening programme – but she was out on her ear when she told the truth about a highly profitable sector of the country’s intensive agriculture sector.

What Edwina didn’t do all by herself though was appoint a serial sex offender to a senior job in a secure hospital housing sex offenders as well as the victims of sex offenders. (Yes, the dear old NHS still does that. There have been cases where women who have been raped found themselves in the same hospital as the man who raped them. I shared a ward at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh with a rapist and a man who had killed his wife and at Springfield Hospital I shared a ward with yet another man who had murdered his wife. I do not believe that this should result in a policy of single sex wards as dear old MIND have been trying to implement, but I do think that sex offenders or men with a track record of violence towards women should not be placed in wards with women.)

Not only did Trumpers appoint Savile and then when it was revealed years later enjoy full protection from the scrutiny of the media, but presumably at the time no-one told Trumpers that it was a ridiculous and dangerous appointment. Some of the civil servants themselves were fully on board and were partners in crime with Savile and it is quite clear from his autobiography that in his capacity as Secretary of State for Health Ken Clarke didn’t really give a stuff about the chaos that presided in his dept. Ken was never in any danger of over-working and he delegated most things to other people and got on with getting pissed with his mates in the Commons dining clubs, eating curries and going to jazz clubs (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Presumably Edwina felt unable to stop Savile’s appointment – although she did admit that she admired Savile’s threats to screw the POA using unlawful methods, so perhaps appointing Savile was one thing that she and Trumpers did not fall out over.

After finding out that it was Trumpers who had made the Savile appointment but no-one dared fess up to that in public, I thought that I’d better find out a few more things about Trumpers. I then discovered that Trumpers was given a peerage in 1980 by Thatcher BEFORE Trumpers had entered Gov’t – or in fact before Trumpers had achieved anything very much at all beyond being Mayor of Cambridge. Que?? So I began digging and from what I have read, the myths that surround Trumpers are myths as big as the myths that surrounded Savile. As with Savile, there is much evidence that many people knew about Trumpers’ feet of clay…

 

Trumpers published an autobiography in 2011, ‘Coming Up Trumps’. It is illuminating.

Trumpers was born into immense privilege. Her mother Doris was American, the daughter of an immensely wealthy business family. Her father Arthur Campbell-Harris had been the aide-de-camp to the Viceroy of India, Lord Reading aka Rufus Isaacs. Lord Reading was a Liberal and a barrister who had been Solicitor General and Attorney General in Asquith’s Gov’t. He was then Foreign Secretary under Ramsay MacDonald’s National Gov’t and then Lord Chief Justice. In 1913 Reading had been named in the Marconi financial corruption scandal, which also implicated other members of the Liberal Gov’t, including Lloyd George. Reading’s other claim to fame was that he imprisoned Mahatma Gandhi in 1922. Trumpers’ mother was a good friend of Lady Reading, Alice. Alice was what in those days was called an invalid and concerned herself with charitable causes, such as establishing hospitals in India. After Alice died, Reading married his secretary Stella Charnaud, who founded the Women’s Voluntary Service. After Reading’s death, Stella was given a peerage in 1958 and became Baroness Swanborough, the first woman to sit in the Lords in her own right.

Lord and Lady Reading weren’t the only grand friends that Trumpers and her family had. They mixed with the best. As a child, Trumpers shared a dance teacher with Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret. The family lived in Cumberland Place in Marylebone and even Trumpers herself realises that they were fabulously wealthy and led the life of Riley. Other friends of the family included John Thorpe, a Tory MP and his wife Ursula. The Thorpe’s had a son called Jeremy whom Trumpers used to play with, although in her book Trumpers maintained that she found Jeremy foul. I suspect that she may have decided that at a later stage in her life, perhaps after Thorpe’s career ended in scandal and he no longer had a chance of becoming PM – because as we shall see, if somebody was rich, titled and important, Trumpers could be most forgiving of unpleasant personality traits.

The family that Trumpers’ own family were bestest mates with however were the Lloyd Georges. Trumpers’ grandparents had been big buddies with Lloyd George and his wife Dame Margaret and Trumpers’ mother was close friends with Lady Olwen Carey Evans, Lloyd George’s daughter. Margie Carey Evans, one of Lloyd George’s granddaughters, had been a bridesmaid at Trumpers’ parents wedding and Robin Carey Evans was Trumpers’ first boyfriend. Robin Carey Evans is still alive and lives in Australia – he is the godfather of Richard Branson.

Lloyd George’s family are of course from Cricieth in Gwynedd. There are a lot of Lloyd George’s, or as one branch of the family is called, Carey Evans’s. It was the Carey Evans’s with whom Trumpers and her family was friendly.

There are still Carey Evans’s living near Cricieth – I mentioned two of them on this blog a few months ago, but when I came across their names I didn’t actually realise who they were. I found the names of D.B. Carey Evans and Annwen Carey Evans on a ‘memorandum’ of furious indignant protest that had been submitted to Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee in 2008. This ‘memorandum’ had been part of the co-ordinated attempt by the paedophiles’ friends to bring down Edwina Hart, the Welsh Health Minister who had dared confront the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends. It was signed by many disgraced people and paedophiles’ friends, as well as the two Carey Evans’s. Full details can be read in my post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’. I do not know D.B. Carey Evans or Annwen Carey Evans – there is a David Carey Evans who runs businesses near Cricieth including a trout farm or something similar and on the memorandum Annwen Carey Evans noted that she was formerly the High Sheriff of Gwynedd – but they will undoubtedly be members of the Lloyd George clan. The Carey Evans’s will have known the backgrounds of some of those who signed the memorandum along with them, some of those signatories were infamous – one couldn’t live in north Wales and have not known about them. As for the relationship between the locals around Cricieth and the Llord Georges – whilst local people would speak admiringly of Lloyd George, what with him coming from Llanstumdwy and ending up as PM, there was a sense that the descendants of Lloyd George lorded it over everyone else. They were thought to be important and no doubt considered themselves important as well – which is why two of them ended up putting their names to a memorandum cooked up by a bunch of crooks designed to remove a Health Minister, despite them holding no positions in the NHS or related services at all.

Another name popped up in connection with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal which was linked with the Lloyd Georges – that of Alistair McAlpine. McAlpine was named on Newsnight in 2012 as being one of the people who abused boys at Bryn Estyn and a huge row ensued after the man who named McAlpine subsequently said that he thought that he had been mistaken. Some people – including Sally Bercow – had been daft enough to repeat the allegation online and McAlpine successfully sued them. No-one mentioned at the time that although McAlpine may have been wrongly named, some of McAlpine’s colleagues in the Tory Party, such as Sir Peter Morrison, MP for Chester, had been abusing boys from children’s homes in north Wales. McAlpine was Tory Party Treasurer from the mid 1970s until 1990 and he was also an advisor to Thatcher. Morrison was Thatcher’s PPS and Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party.

The mother of Owen Lloyd George, the 3rd Earl Lloyd-George of Dwyfor ie. Lloyd George’s grandson –  was Roberta McAlpine, Robert McAlpine’s daughter. (Alistair McAlpine was Robert McAlpine’s great-grandson.) Roberta married Lloyd George’s son Richard. Owen Lloyd George sat in the Lords as a cross bencher – he did not live in Wales until he was 63, when he purchased a house in Pembrokeshire. Owen married Ruth Coit, with whom he had two sons and a daughter. After that marriage was dissolved, he married Jo, daughter of Sir Alexander Gordon- Cumming and Elizabeth, Countess of Cawdor. Just to confuse things even further, Jo had been previously married to the Earl of Woolton and to Lord Ferres. For further details of these rather complex relationships and their connections to present day media barons, please see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’

Owen’s eldest son succeeded him as the 4th Earl Lloyd-George of Dwyfor.

Other member of the Lloyd George family whom Trumpers’ and her parents knew included Gwilym Lloyd George aka Viscount Tenby, who was the brother of Olwen Carey Evans. Gwilym was an MP (for Pembrokeshire, 1922-24 and again between 1929-50; then for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1951-57). He was Home Secretary 1954-57 – Gwilym was the Home Secretary who refused to commute Ruth Ellis’s death sentence. Gwilym became Viscount Tenby in 1957. Gwilym had two children – David, the 2nd Viscount Tenby who died unmarried and William, later Lord Tenby, who sat as a cross bench peer. William was one of the 90 hereditary peers who retained his seat in the Lords after Blair’s ‘reform’ of the Lords in 1999. Gwilym married Edna Gwenfron from Denbigh. Timothy, the son of William studied at Aberystwyth and later went to Australia. Gwilym’s sister Megan Lloyd George also had a long career in politics.

Olwen Carey Evans married Sir Thomas Carey Evans – a Top Doctor who was surgeon to one Lord Reading, the Viceroy of India… Thomas Carey Evans was the son of Dr Robert Davies Evans, a GP in Blaenau Ffestiniog, who was also High Sheriff of Merionethshire. Evans’s wife was the sister of Sir Robert Armstrong-Jones, a notable Welsh physician and psychiatrist, who studied at what is now Bangor University and then St Barts Hospital, London. Armstrong-Jones then lectured at Barts, was a consulting physician to the military at London and Aldershot before WWI and during that war, was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Royal Army Medical Corps. In 1929 he was High Sheriff of Caernarvonshire. Throughout much of this time Armstrong-Jones was also Superintendent of the London County Council’s Claybury Asylum – he remained associated with Claybury until his death at the age of 85. When he was younger, Armstrong-Jones worked at Colney Hatch Asylum. Armstrong-Jones’s son Ronald was a barrister – who’s own son was the drug imbibing bisexual notoriously promiscuous Anthony Armstrong-Jones aka Lord Snowdon, past star of this blog, as is his wife, Princess Margaret! The Snowdons were patients of Dr Peter and Ann Dally, drug dealers to high society (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other)…

Sir Thomas Carey Evans was educated at University College Cardiff, then did his medical training at the University of Glasgow and at Barts. He served in the military in India and later settled in London, living at Wimpole Street. In 1936 Carey Evans was appointed the first medical superintendent of Hammersmith Hospital. Carey Evans was medical superintendent at Hammersmith when the Royal Postgraduate Medical School was established there and he remained there for approx ten years. For details of the long-standing research fraud, cronyism and misconduct that I witnessed and was told about whilst I was doing my MSc at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS in 1986-87, please see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’. Thomas Carey Evans retired to north Wales in 1945 where, according to his obituary, he immersed himself in his love of the language and culture – whilst his extended family and then his descendants completely shafted the region. Thomas Carey Evans died in 1948, but Olwen lived until 1990.

Thomas and Olwen had four children – Margaret, Eluned, Robert and David. Eluned is the mother of Thomas MacMillan and Margaret MacMillan. Margaret is the historian and warden of St Antony’s College Oxford. Margaret’s sister Ann is manager of the London Bureau of CBC and is married to the journalist Peter Snow. Their son is BBC regular and star of ‘The One Show’, Dan Snow! That’s ‘The One Show’ which features the lame and hopeless Alex Jones, who went to Aberystwyth University and soon inexplicably became an over-paid star at the notoriously Oxbridge-dominated BBC – some of us are wondering how she managed to do that. Dan Snow therefore is the great-grandson of Olwen. In one interview Dan remembers visiting north Wales as a little boy and witnessing much cap-doffing towards Olwen…

Dan is a friend of Prince William!

But wait until you hear about Thomas MacMillan. He hasn’t wasted his time being a Top Doctor or even signing arsey memorandums in a desperate attempt to protect the jobs and pensions of people who should never have been appointed to their jobs in the first place. He’s not on ‘The One Show’ either. Thomas is Mr Big Bucks himself. He has been, variously, Chair of CIBC Mellon Canada; President and CEO of CIBC Mellon; Executive Vice-President of Corporate Services at the Montreal Trust; Vice-President, President and CEO of Chase Manhattan Bank of Canada. In 2012 Thomas MacMillan was appointed Chair of Blair Franklin Asset Management.

Howz about that then as Trumpers’ friend Jimmy would no doubt have observed.

 

New visitors to this blog unacquainted with the ways of the Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends might well accuse me of being on the Grassy Knoll when I take the trouble to map out these connections and networks. I too used to believe that people who carry on in the way that I do were on the Grassy Knoll. We are not. People like Trumpers learnt at a very young age that having friends in Very High Places – preferably places like Buck House – can be very useful, especially if you or your friends and associates are doing things that they shouldn’t be. Trumpers’ book is quite explicit about this – not only does she actually admit that she ruthlessly used her rich and powerful friends to get what she wanted, but she is finely attuned as to who’s title is the most prestigious, which families have the highest number of members who are dukes and exactly who owns which stately home. Trumpers is rude about gongs like MBEs and states that she doesn’t care much for ‘baubles’ – that’s because the only thing that matters in her eyes is a peerage, particularly if it’s an hereditary one. She’s taken a leaf out of the book of Michael Winner and very obviously thinks that an OBE is just for those who have worked as a dinner lady for 40 years. A dinner lady for the working classes that is – serving at a banquet at Buck House is a different kettle of fish entirely, as Trumpers explains in her book when she tells us that she had always wanted to serve at a state banquet but that is usually a male preserve (a bit like inheriting the title and the family seat, or until very recently the Crown).

Trumpers’ family hit a major trauma in 1929 with the Wall Street crash – they ‘lost everything’. Well, by Trumpers’ standards it was ‘everything’. It was quite a lot – millions – but they had so much anyway that they did not have to claim benefits or go on the parish or whatever one did in 1929 when you were sharing a dance teacher with Lilibet and Margaret Rose. They moved out of their palatial residence at Cumberland Place into a ‘cottage’ in Kent called Rowlings. Trumpers’ has been good enough to supply a photo in her book of the ‘cottage’ to which they decamped when they were destitute, I can recommend looking at that photo – readers will gain some idea of the planet that Trumpers’ lives on. The cottage came with servants as well and land. I’m glad to say that Trumpers’ parents friends were also willing to slum it at the cottage, so Prime Ministers and their friends continued to visit.

According to Trumpers, Rowlings was managed by the Lunacy Commission because the man who owned it had ‘gone mad’ and couldn’t manage his own affairs. I know that this can happen to people if they become sufficiently distressed, but I also know that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones said this of Mary Wynch and relieved her of her property – she successfully sued him and demonstrated that he was a corrupt old bastard who had illegally had her arrested and banged her up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year. However when Michael Howard at the Home Office finally spat Mary out in 1995, her property was not returned to her. Unlike Trumpers, Mary really did lose everything – at the hands of some of those who signed that ‘memorandum’ along with the Carey Evans’s… Brown and me also got to hear about an aristocrat in north Wales who did not inherit because he was deemed to be mentally incompetent. ‘Now there’s a job for D.A. Jones’ observed Brown when we were told of this very worrying case. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if indeed Dafydd had been involved. Trumpers maintains that because Rowlings was managed by the Lunacy Commission they were not allowed to buy it, they could only rent. Yet further on in the book Trumpers mentions that her mother was given the option to buy – it was the Lunacy Commission who seemed to be making this offer, not the man who had ‘gone mad’. Er – what was going on Trumpers? Had the owner of Rowlings recovered – and if so why were you still dealing with the Lunacy Commission? If he hadn’t recovered, why were they trying to flog your mother his house? Rather than buy Rowlings, Trumpers’ mother opted for the purchase of another little bolt hole, this time one with ten bedrooms. At one point Trumpers mentions that the family had miraculously come into a great deal of money again, but she doesn’t explain quite how. Until they received that windfall, Trumpers et famille effectively lived off the generosity of their very rich friends – and I mean rich. Trumpers’ et al were the poor relations because they didn’t own half of Scotland.

Trumpers’ account of her young life names others whom she and her parents hung out with – including the Prince of Wales and Mrs Simpson in Biarritz. Trumpers’ dad was a womaniser which caused Trumpers a bit of embarrassment when she was a young woman – she’d turn up to swanky clubs with her own beau, only to find her dad in there with one of his mistresses. A scene occurred at the wedding of the Duke of Kent and Princess Marina in 1934 when one of Trumpers’ dad’s girlfriends arrived.

A major part of the Trumpers’ biography as sold to the nation by the media was Trumpers’ time as a landgirl, doing her bit for the war effort. Trumpers was famously a landgirl in Churt, on Lloyd George’s farm. Whilst at Churt, Trumpers shared the cottage in which Lloyd George’s mistress Frances Stevenson lived. Upon Trumpers’ retirement, the BBC and ‘Guardian’ made much of Trumpers’ success as a teenager in fighting off the lecherous old Lloyd George. A different story emerges from Trumpers’ books and earlier interviews. Lloyd George used to turn up to the house where Frances and Trumpers were living and measure Trumpers’ vital statistics. Trumpers’ did not fight him off, she thought it was a bit weird, but as she said in one interview ‘he was the grandfather of all my friends’. She’d known him since she was in the womb, he was almost as well-known to her as her own parents were and she’ll have known exactly what he was like – she was his mistress’s flat-mate. As for Trumpers’ contribution to the war effort – her book states quite clearly that she was the only landgirl at Churt and she was sent there because it would imply that Lloyd George was making a contribution to the war effort himself. Trumpers’ also admits that the famous photo of her, the farm manager and Lloyd George at work on the farm was posed especially for the newspapers. None of this is unusual – but it has all helped build up a public image of someone whom Trumpers was most definitely not. The produce from Lloyd George’s farm – honey and mead – was sold by Fortnum and Mason who made the identity of the farm’s owner a selling point.

This brings me to next part of the Trumpers’ myth – Hitler and Trumpers’ part in his downfall. When Trumpers stepped down from the Lords, everybody banged on about her having worked at Bletchley Park WITH ALAN TURING.

Trumpers’ received virtually no formal education. She did speak French well – because as a child she had a French governess. Trumpers had learnt French, she had learnt ballet and she had learnt the correct way to curtsy at Court, but she had not learnt much else. She was very weak at maths – even by her standards – and she expressed quite a contempt for education anyway. She didn’t need it and couldn’t see the point of it and what formal education she had ended when she was 15. She was then sent to a finishing school in Switzerland where two batty old ladies with Royal connections taught her things that probably even Trumpers didn’t need to know. Trumpers did however subsequently pursue a secretarial course, a very basic bog standard one.

When Trumpers hit 18 in 1940 she didn’t know what to do with herself and no-one else knew what to do with her either. Her father had a friend who was a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy who knew someone who was working at Bletchley. Trumpers was told to go along to Lyons Corner House where she was ‘interviewed’ by a Frank Birch. She was then given a ticket to enable her to go to Bletchley Park the very next day. So they obviously weren’t waiting to receive her references. Trumpers explains in her book that there was ‘no vetting’ because ‘they were snobs’ – she maintains that if you spoke the Queen’s English and had been to the right school you were alright. Or indeed if you had a dad who had a mate at Bletchley Park and you’d been groped by Lloyd George whilst dossing down with his mistress and had connections to Royalty.

By Trumpers’ own account, her work at Bletchley was very menial – it had to have been, Trumpers couldn’t have done anything else, she was eighteen and innumerate – and she was mind-numbingly bored as were all the other young women who worked with her. They had no idea at all – understandably – what the work taking place at Bletchley Park was. They were a group of young women all much like Trumpers ie. aristocratic but with no education other than language skills from European governess’s and they had bugger all interest in what was going on at Bletchley either. What did they do? They literally pissed about all day. They ski-ived off work, they hid each other in filing cabinets, they ran up and down corridors and they dressed up in ridiculous outfits to entertain each other. The media reports of Trumpers’ days off from Bletchley maintain that she and her friends would go to London ‘and dance all night’ a la Barbara Cartland. Trumpers’ own account suggests that they got absolutely rat-arsed with numerous young men, some of whom they didn’t actually know. I’m not suggesting that Trumpers and her friends shouldn’t have done this – it is what teenagers tend to do, Trumpers et al were just doing it in a rather more privileged way – but fighting Hitler they were not. However some of the young men in their circle did risk their necks because they were in the Forces. Trumpers did meet Alan Turning – once. Or she thinks that she did. She was ordered to take a message over to a man in a room in another part of Bletchley Park – she didn’t know her way around because she and her mates were all confined to one hut and had to stay in there virtually all the time – but she eventually arrived at the office and gave the message to the man inside, who did not say thank you. Who she thinks might have been Alan Turing. If he’d been the Duke of fucking Rutland she’d have known exactly who he was, how many thousands of acres he owned and how long the castle had been in the family, but Trumpers was not particularly interested in code-breaking or quiet gay mathematical geniuses.

Trumpers only had a rather woolly grasp of what was going on at Bletchley Park, but she was on the ball with regard to a few other things. Such as the nature of the people with whom she was ‘billeted’. Not that Trumpers stood on a train station with a label on her waiting to be taken to someone’s spare bedroom – no, Trumpers was billeted at Passenham Manor, ‘the house of a very rich banker’, George Ansley. Furthermore Trumpers made friends ‘with a girl who later married an ambassador’, ‘which came in handy later on’.

One of Trumpers’ closest friends at Bletchley was Sarah ‘Sally’ Norton, the daughter of the 6th Lord Grantley (Trumpers actually knows the numbers of the Lords, Earls and Viscounts that she hangs out with). Sally later married Bill Astor of Profumo fame – of which I will write more later on in this post. Trumpers was where the action was re Profumo, but as with Savile her name seems to have been kept out of it all.

Sally Norton introduced Trumpers to Max Aitken aka Lord Beaverbrook, the Fleet Street baron – Sally’s mother was Beaverbrook’s mistress and kept a cottage at his country house near Leatherhead. Jean Norton and Beaverbrook later married. Trumpers became well acquainted with Beaverbrook, visited him regularly and spent weekends at his place where she met ‘absolutely everybody’. Beaverbrook’s friends included Asquith, Lloyd George, Churchill, Duff and Diana Cooper and H.G. Wells. Trumpers herself believes that Beaverbrook cultivated her friendship because of her family connections to the Lloyd Georges – Beaverbrook was given his peerage by the Coalition Gov’t when Lloyd George was PM. Trumpers’ book relates anecdotes in which she toadies to Beaverbrook and writes and sings songs to him concerning his greatness. Years later Beaverbrook asked Trumpers to spend Christmas with him – she said that she couldn’t because she was spending it with her family. So Beaverbrook told her to bring them. She responded by saying that she didn’t think that they’d be very happy about that. Beaverbrook never spoke to her again.

What Trumpers’ relationship with Beaverbrook actually was I can’t quite work out – he was known to be a womaniser who treated women very badly when he’d finished using them and the impression one gains from Trumpers’ book is that she was either sexually involved with him or gave him the message that she was available for such activities. But Trumpers seems to have given that message out to an awful lot of men around her. She stresses repeatedly that she was ‘pure’, but I think that it would be quite difficult to stay as the driven snow if you carried on like Trumpers. She spent her whole time ingratiating herself to people who seemed to shag anything that moved, she was often well-bladdered and participated in games of strip poker with groups of soldiers. Part of Trumpers’ media appeal was her constant little jokes about being ‘rather naughty’, doing things that she shouldn’t and ‘not being caught’. It was all wrapped up in terms of an elderly lady smoking in places where smoking was banned or swearing in the Lords, but I suspect that old Trumpers did a few things that would have got other people arrested and up in Court…

One of the soldiers with whom Trumpers got pissed and played strip poker was Patrick Telfour Smollett – he was good friends with David Niven. Smollett married Georgina Fox, the daughter of Sir Gifford Fox, MP for Henley. Patrick Smollett stood as a Conservative candidate for Parliament twice but was not elected. He later became Deputy Lieutenant of Dunbartonshire.

Trumpers’ other very good friend at Bletchley was Osla Benning, who was Prince Philip’s first girlfriend. Osla was the goddaughter of Lord Louis Mountbatten. Osla married John Henniker-Major, who later became Lord Henniker.

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog might remember that one of my correspondents has mentioned Lord Henniker a lot. Henniker owned a country estate in Suffolk where in the 1980s children in the care of Islington County Council – which had a paedophile gang operating within it’s children’s homes – were taken on holidays. Peter Righton, a convicted paedophile who was a founding member of PIE and Director of Education at the National Institute for Social Work, lived in a cottage on Henniker’s estate and there were complaints that Righton had abused children there.

For two years Henniker was Assistant Private Secretary to Foreign Secretary Ernest Bevin in Clement Atlee’s post-WWII Labour Gov’t and Henniker then worked in the Personnel Dept of the Foreign Office. The Foreign Office was still reeling from the defections of Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean and was then clobbered by the Suez Crisis in 1956. Relationships between people in the Foreign Office were fraught and there were internal battles taking place. In the 60s Henniker was appointed Ambassador to Jordan and then to Denmark. After this it was suggested that he might become Private Secretary to HM the Queen, but instead in 1968 the Chair of the British Council Lord Bridges appointed Henniker Director of the British Council via ‘an informal mechanism’. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth because the staff at the British Council viewed Henniker as having been imposed upon them by the Foreign Office. Lord Fulton took over as Chair of the British Council and in 1972 forced Henniker to resign. Henniker ‘retired’. Osla was by now very ill and she died in 1974.

Henniker remarried Julia Poland in 1976; in 1980 his father died and Henniker inherited his title and the Suffolk estate. For a while in the late 1980s Henniker was the Lib Dem spokesperson in the Lords. Henniker and Julia revamped the estate in Suffolk, Thornham Magna, in the 80s, turning it into an ‘asset for the community’. In 1985 a field study centre was built there to enable children to study ecology… Henniker received funding for the improvements to the estate from Mid-Suffolk District Council and the Countryside Commission.

After his retirement Henniker was: Deputy Lieutenant of Suffolk; Chair of Suffolk Rural Housing Association; honorary lay Canon, Edmondsbury Cathedral; a member of the Mental Health Tribunal; a member of the Parole Board; a member of, and between 1982-86, Deputy Chair of Toynbee Hall. Lady Julia Henniker sits as a Magistrate in Ipswich and is a churchwarden in Thornham Magna.

Toynbee Hall is a building in Tower Hamlets which was established as a hub of radical social causes by an ancestor of the ‘Guardian’ columnist Polly Toynbee. The aim of the Toynbee Hall projects was to bridge the gap between people of ‘all social and financial backgrounds’. I am sure that Toynbee Hall was established with the best of intentions, but as with so many other things set up generations ago that revolve around influential well-off people working with powerless dispossessed ones, there is potential for exploitation. John Profumo dedicated much of his time to Toynbee Hall after he stepped down from political life. In 1965 the Child Poverty Action Group was founded at a meeting in Toynbee Hall. Sir Nicolas Bratza volunteered at Toynbee Hall’s Free Legal Advice Centre in the 1970s. This blog has already explained how the 1970s and 80s community legal advice centres didn’t touch cases involving organised child sexual abuse or the abuse of mental health patients. Bratzer was President of the European Court of Human Rights, 2011-12. Henniker was heavily involved with Toynbee Hall in the 1980s. Toynbee Hall was the scene of my unfortunate encounter with Lisa Nandy and the Compass Group (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’).

Lord Henniker’s son Mark is now Lord Henniker – he married Lesley Antoinette Foskett. In 2005 the Henniker’s 21 year old son Freddy was found dead in the woods of the estate. Newspaper reports at the time implied that Freddy had been in considerable distress for a while, but no-one suggested why. Freddy’s mother is a former Chair of Suffolk County Council and a former Lib Dem parliamentary candidate.

 

Some years ago, one boy in the care of Suffolk County Council claimed to have been taken to Wrexham and Islington by his carer where he was abused. Complaints were made to the Suffolk Police and Suffolk County Council but no action was taken.

In Oct 2009 Ofsted appointed John Goldup as their Social Care Director. In the 1980s and 90s, Goldup was a senior figure in the children’s dept of Islington Council. Derek Sawyer was the leader of Islington Council in 1992 and was later Chair of the London Regional Courts Board. Sawyer sat on many committees concerning the probation service and criminal justice system in London. Sawyer set up International British Educational Projects with Derek Slade. In 2010 Slade received a 21 year jail sentence for abusing boys between 1978-83 at St George’s School, Suffolk. With the help of Sawyer, Slade established a new ID via the use of a fake passport although Sawyer denied knowingly assisting Slade.

 

Another friend of Trumpers’ was Jean Graham – Trumpers doesn’t tell us anything about Jean Graham other than that ‘everybody in her family was a Duke’.

Although as a child Trumpers’ was led to expect that she would ‘come out’ – not as gay, but at Court and not the sort of Court that those of us who complained about the paedophiles’ friends found ourselves in so often either – Trumpers was just a tiny bit too young to have enjoyed this, although many of Trumpers’ mates came out. Trumpers did have her five minutes though – by the time that Trumpers hit whatever stage in the life-cycle it was when one came out, Trumpers participated in the ‘new style’ coming out, Queen Charlotte’s Ball, which when Trumpers attended in 1941 was held in Grosvenor House, Park Lane.

Trumpers was mates with Al Friendly who became the Editor of the ‘Washington Post’ but sadly shot himself dead many years later when he was in the final stages of cancer. Al Friendly  was the highest ranking American officer at Bletchley Park – so she palled up with him whilst she was stopping Hitler in his tracks.

During World War II Trumpers’ father was the commanding officer of the Marylebone Home Guard. It must have been the most elite Home Guard in Britain – it took in most of the BBC, as well as Harley Street. Trumpers’ dad had a lot of trouble with the Top Doctors when they joined up – in Trumpers’ words ‘any form of togetherness was anathema to them’, because they were ‘used to being the king of their own little world’. So some of us have noticed Trumpers – and if you accidentally discover that they are facilitating a paedophile gang which is supplying boys to Thatcher’s friends and colleagues, they’ll do all that they can to shaft you. Including using unscrupulous people in the Lords…

Trumpers had connections in the world of entertainment. Bud Flanagan and Chesney Allen were also members of the Marylebone Home Guard, as was Vivian Van Damm, the manager of the Windmill Theatre. The Windmill was notorious because it was the only place in town to put on shows involving stark naked young women. Of course Trumpers bends over backwards to emphasise that they may have all been starkers, but absolutely nothing beyond an innocent British saucy giggle went on. However Trumpers admits that the Windmill put on a ‘private show’ for the members of Trumpers’ dad’s Home Guard during which things got a little out of hand and ended with rampant males fighting each other as they scrambled over the seats to gain access to the naked women on stage. Trumpers assures us that she herself did not witness anything untoward.

Some years ago Brown and I along with a senior colleague wrote a paper about the construction of respectability in rural Wales in the mid-twentieth century. Something very noticeable was that when we interviewed older people about their memories of life when they were young, they all knew that some appalling things had happened, but they all claimed that it didn’t happen in their time or on their patch. It was always in another chapel, or in a previous generation, or in another school, or another town. This is almost a necessary strategy if one is living in a small rural community and one will spend one’s whole life there. There has to be ways of negotiating with one’s neighbours and extended family to live with regrettable incidents in ways that enable the community to continue to function.

Likewise Trumpers spent most of her life in situations in which people close to her and indeed all around her were doing things that certainly in that era were considered completely unacceptable. She knew this, she couldn’t have missed it. There was groping and shagging, heavy drinking rendering people vulnerable and incapable, a very high number of her friends were divorced at a time when indeed only the aristocracy were able to get divorced – and everybody had a mistress. Sometimes quite a few at the same time. Amidst all this Trumpers maintains that her undies remained very firmly in place. Trumpers – I don’t believe you and I challenge anyone to read your book and not draw the same conclusion as me. Trumpers’ set weren’t merely progressive, it was one enormous Ugandan discussion.

However I don’t think that Trumpers’ protestations regarding respectability were done for the same reasons that people in a disadvantaged rural Welsh community made the same type of protestations two generations ago.  Trumpers’ lot were telling everyone else what to do and were making and implementing legislation that they certainly didn’t abide by themselves. They did exactly what they wanted – and if the plebs had found out there would have been outrage. In the same way that there would have been if it had become public knowledge that some of Thatcher’s aides were molesting kids who had been trafficked from children’s homes. Or indeed if it became public knowledge that the decision to appoint one of the country’s most serious sex offenders as the manager of a secure hospital had been made by an unelected uneducated aristocrat who was never in danger of encountering a Top Doctor working for the NHS herself, but who nevertheless had been given a Ministerial position in the DHSS because she fancied going into politics. No wonder Edwina took the blame – Edwina had long since left politics and was occupying herself writing bonkbusters and appearing on TV. Trumpers was still sitting in the Lords, among a bunch of others who’d facilitated or concealed paedophilia and the abuse of vulnerable people.

I don’t mind one bit if Trumpers and her mates occupied themselves bedhopping and boozing – but as the Savile appointment and the presence of people like Sir Peter Morrison in Parliament demonstrated, Trumpers et al were making dreadful decisions. Their own circle didn’t escape unscathed. Trumpers mentions a number of suicides – one of which was of a young man who ‘was her dance partner one night’, then turned up to see her the next day and hours later shot himself dead in the Cavalry Club in Piccadilly, of which Trumper’s father was Chairman. WTF???

One of Trumpers’ dad’s friends and a member of his Home Guard was Rowland Baring, the 2nd Earl of Cromer. He was a member of the Baring banking family and was Lord Chamberlain to the Household, 1922-37. (Baring was portrayed in the 2013 ‘Downton Abbey’ Christmas Special.) Rowland Baring’s father, the 1st Earl of Cromer, Evelyn Baring, was quite something. He was the British Counsel General of Egypt during the late 19th century and his policies were representative of the ‘white man’s burden’ school of thought. He was a founding member and President of the League for Opposing Women’s Suffrage. English Heritage have put up a nice blue plaque in Wimpole Street to commemorate his presence on the earth.

The 1st Earl of Cromer’s other son – also called Evelyn – the 1st Baron Howick of Glendale, had a CV as good as his dad’s: he was the Governor of Southern Rhodesia, 1942-44; High Commissioner for Southern Africa, 1944-51; Governor of Kenya, 1952-59. Baring’s time as Governor of Kenya was marked by the Mau Mau uprising. Files only recently released show that in June 1959, Baring passed on a secret memo to Alan Lennox-Boyd, the Secretary of State for the Colonies, written by the Attorney General of Kenya, Eric Griffiths-Jones. The memo had been written for the sight of Baring and it described the abuse of Mau Mau detainees. It is alleged that Baring supplied a covering letter which asserted that inflicting ‘violent shock’ was the only way of dealing with the Mau Mau insurgents. What sort of ‘violent shock’ did Baring have in mind? Well the Imperial forces certainly pushed the boat out – the Mau Mau were castrated, had their nails yanked out, had pins shoved into them, had injuries inflicted upon their genitals, were raped and buggered and at least one of them was roasted alive.

Meanwhile Trumpers danced all night…

There is a nice photo on the web of the Baring whom Trumpers knew with A.L.Rowse and Roger Makins. The photo was taken by Lady Ottoline Morrell – who was alleged to have had a sado-masochistic relationship with Bertrand Russell. The Bertrand Russell who somehow found his way into the asylum in which T.S. Eliot had his wife incarcerated because she was seriously pissing him and his friends off (Virginia Woolf described her as the bag of ferrets around Eliot’s neck) in order to have sex with her. The only surprise is that this wasn’t all going on in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Evelyn Baring was preceded as High Commissioner to South Africa by William Ormsby-Gore, the 4th Baron of Harlech. The Harlech’s owned vast tracts of land in Gwynedd as well as a grand house near Oswestry, which is where until relatively recently the family lived.

William Ormsby-Gore was a Conservative politician and a banker. He was MP for Denbigh Boroughs and later sat for the constituency of Stafford. Ormsby-Gore was Assistant Secretary in the War Cabinet led by PM Lloyd George and was Secretary of State for the Colonies, 1936-38, under Stanley Baldwin. William Ormsby-Gore was Lord Lieutenant of Merionethshire, 1938-57. He died in 1964 and was succeeded by his son David, the 5th Lord Harlech. This is the Lord Harlech that people tend to think of when one refers to Lord Harlech. This Lord Harlech was the Conservative MP for Oswestry, 1950-61. John Biffen succeeded that seat – who incredibly enough came from a farm just down the lane from where I lived as a teenager and who went to school with my father. Unfortunately John Biffen was part of Thatcher’s Cabinet – until he fell out with her – and at one point wrote an article for the Torygraph or something similar explaining how growing up in Somerset and studying history at school in Bridgwater made him a Tory. It certainly never had that effect on me, although I suspect that a lot of people did try very hard to try turn me into a Conservative voter.

Lord Harlech’s sister Katherine Ormsby-Gore married Maurice Macmillan, the son of Harold Macmillan. Lord Harlech was Deputy Lieutenant of Shopshire in 1961 and in the same year became the British Ambassador to the US. He was appointed after JFK was elected President. David Ormsby-Gore already knew JFK from the time that they’d known each other in London – Lord Harlech was distantly related to him anyway. Media reports refer to ‘rumours’ of Lord Harlech having an affair with Jackie Kennedy after JFK’s death – he asked her to marry him in 1968, so I presume that the ‘rumours’ were true. Jackie said no and subsequently married a much richer Greek gentleman. Lord Harlech remained in post under Lyndon B. Johnson and following the election of the Labour Gov’t in 1964. Harlech played a significant role in the Cuban Missile Crisis. After retiring as Ambassador in 1965, Harlech took his seat in the Lords and was briefly Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party. He also founded HTV.

Trumpers’ brother knew Jackie Kennedy was she was young and even turned down the opportunity of a date with her…

Lord Harlech’s first wife Sylvia died in a car accident in 1967 and he  remarried Pamela Colin in 1969. The wedding was attended by Princess Margaret, the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, J.J. Astor and Michael Astor. Then Lord Harlech himself was involved in a serious car accident in 1985 – he was taken to the Royal Shrewsbury Hospital where he died. His funeral was attended by Senator Edward Kennedy, Jackie Onassis and a number of other Kennedys.

The baronetcy was inherited by David Ormsby-Gore’s son Francis. David’s son Julian was the first in line but Julian had shot himself dead in 1974. Readers might have noticed that a lot of unfortunate things happened to the Harlechs. They continued to happen as well. Francis’s sister Alice died of a heroin overdose in 1995. When Alice was younger she had lived with Eric Clapton – it was Clapton who introduced her to the joys of heroin. Clapton later gave it up but Alice didn’t. Eric Clapton now admits that he treated Alice appallingly.

Francis Ormsby-Gore sat as a Tory in the Lords until hereditary peers were removed in 1999. He was a member of the Parliamentary group concerned with the former Yugoslavia. He and his fellow Lords were rash enough to meet with the Bosnian Serb leaders Radovan Karadzic and Ratko Mladic, who were later put on trial for war crimes.

Francis certainly had his own problems. He married Amanda, who is described as a fashion editor. She has worked as a senior stylist with Chanel, worked with John Galliano and Karl Lagerfeld. Francis and Amanda were divorced many years ago and she spent most of her time in Paris. In 2007 the Mail Online ran an article about her ‘being involved with’ Ralph Fiennes. In 1999 Francis ended up selling the ancestral seat at Oswestry because he was short of money – he moved to live on his estate in Gwynedd. He farmed and lived at Talsarnau, near Harlech. Francis and Amanda had two children, Jasset David Cody Ormsby-Gore and Tallulah Ormsby-Gore. Jasset trained at Central St Martins and is a video producer and Tallulah is a model and actress – the Torygraph really loves Tallulah, they’re always featuring her in their fashion articles. It is alleged that Tallulah’s Instagram borders on the pornographic.

Francis developed mental health problems and it is alleged that in 2011 he was sectioned under the Mental Health Act. He also had drink and drugs problems. In 1994 Francis was involved in an incident in which the police found loaded firearms in his car and him drunk at the wheel. He was banned for driving for 22 months and fined £1,400. In 1999 he was fined £1000 for careless driving and failing to stop after an accident. Two months later Francis was fined £300 after being arrested at Crewe station in possession of a wrap of heroin. At one point he spent a year on probation after a drink driving charge. In 2011 Francis was in a car with Tallulah driving in Gwynedd, when he had some sort of panic attack, which caused Tallulah to lose control of the car. She bashed into a car which hit a lamp post. Francis convinced Tallulah to drive off and she was subsequently fined £325.

In 2014 Francis tried to get back into the Lords. He wrote quite a plaintive letter explaining why he thought that he should have a seat. It is alleged that he was very distressed when he was turned down. That’s the Lords which is full to the rafters with the paedophiles’ friends, Trumpers and her mates.

Last year Francis was found dead at his property in Talsarnau. He was only in his early 60s, yet I never heard anything about an investigation into his death.

After Francis died, the media really went to town on the Harlechs. Mail online ran a piece about the ‘curse of the Harlechs’ and marvelled at how many members of this family had met untimely deaths in unpleasant ways. Another piece stated that the Harlech’s were a bunch of self-indulgent hedonists and to demonstrate this reminded everyone that in the 70s the Ormsby-Gores founded a ‘commune’ in Shropshire – this was blamed on their friendship with Sir Mark Palmer, a ‘hippy’ who was a one time Page for HM the Queen and who later founded the model agency ‘English Boy’.

Francis’s friends – the boozing, drug taking, sectionable hippy clearly had some – told a rather different story. They told of a nice man who had led an incredibly distressing life which involved identifying the bodies of three close relatives who had died in dreadful circumstances. Francis’s mates claimed that he had been particularly clobbered by the loss of his seat.

Read one way, the story of the Harlech’s could easily be interpreted as one involving people with a great deal of money who could afford to indulge themselves in ways which were self-destructive. There could well be a lot of truth in that. But the notion that the Harlech’s are so ‘unlucky’ that they must be cursed sets alarm bells going. When I was living in London and complaining about the paedophiles’ friends, all sorts of dreadful things happened to me which I knew were not related to any wrongdoing or cock-ups on my part. It was so obvious that one of my house-mates said at one point ‘God you have the worst luck of anyone I know’. I now have documentary evidence that nearly all those things were a result of the activities of the paedophiles’ friends – as were many of the things that happened to me in the following years and some of the things that happened to my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales. Since I’ve moved to a location where the paedophiles’ friends can’t find me, I live an incredibly peaceful hassle-free life. No cars have tried to run me over, no-one’s tried to set fire to my house and no-one’s tried to poison my dogs or get into my house late at night. No-one’s told my neighbours that I’m mad and a danger to their children, so I don’t have to deal with the fall-out from that either. I haven’t even had my computers stolen by relatives of John McTernan or legal documents stolen from my car. Because the paedophiles’ friends do not know where I am.

What if a member of the Harlech family knew something about a very powerful person or people that a lot of people didn’t want to become public? If someone is subjected to an all out vendetta and hate campaign, it’s not difficult to push them over the edge. Likewise if someone does have a drink or drugs problem, it’s not difficult to pressurise them or simply fail to help them with that problem and watch them end up in a mess. Furthermore if people have these these sorts of problems, it isn’t that difficult to explain even deaths as being a result of their own haplessness. The Harlech’s have the sort of premature mortality rate that the kids in care in north Wales or the psychiatric patients did – the Harlech’s died in the same way as well. They have been killed in car crashes, they have killed themselves, they have died of drug overdoses…Oh – wasn’t it alleged that Francis was sectioned under the Mental Health Act in 2011? Francis lived in north Wales – who was the Top Doctor who sectioned him? And why? We know that psychiatric patients drop like flies in north Wales – they are even found dead inside the mental health units and as long as a few Angels are wheeled out at the inquest to recite the manta of ‘they were a danger to themselves and others’, there’ll be no questions asked as to why another one has bitten the dust in exactly the same unit in exactly the same way as someone else did not so long before.

Francis Harlech sounds to me as though he was actually a very vulnerable man, even if he did have rather more money than his neighbours. Furthermore he was so distressed that he ended up in the hands of the mental health services – that tends not to have a happy ending.

Francis and his siblings when they were young people lived near Oswestry in Shropshire. At that time the North Wales Paedophile Ring – which had links with organised criminals involved with drugs, porn and under-aged prostitution – was going great guns. It spilled over into Cheshire and Shropshire – John Allen, a key figure in the North Wales Paedophile Ring who is at present in prison for serious offences against children, owned children’s homes in Cheshire and Shropshire as well as in north Wales.

Oh – and if Francis had been found with loaded firearms in his car, why wasn’t he prosecuted for that? There are a few things about the accounts of Francis and his alleged actions that don’t add up.

The last thing that I read about the Harlechs was that Jasset, now Lord Harlech, held a huge sale of goods at Bonhams from the estate…

 

There is no end to Trumpers’ connections. She knew Mary, Churchill’s daughter. Mary Churchill later became Lady Mary Soames and is the mother of Fatty Soames, the Tory MP who is a big mate of Prince Charles. Another one of Trumpers’ mother’s friends was Lady Winifred Renshaw, the widow of one of Lord Kitchener’s closest friends. Kitchener was a Freemason. Although that will undoubtedly pale into insignificance against the deaths that he was responsible for. Even the paedophiles’ friends haven’t managed to eliminate people on the scale that Kitchener did.

I mentioned earlier the part that Trumpers’ played in defeating Hitler at Bletchley Park. Not only did Trumpers hate working at Bletchley, but she loathed it so much that she hatched an escape plan. She told Bletchley that her mother had been injured and needed Trumpers to look after her and then Trumpers used her ‘good connections’ to get herself another job -in Paris. Trumpers hit a snag though. At Bletchley her role was that of a ‘registrar’. So she was offered a job in Paris as a registrar – but when she arrived in Paris, Trumpers had to explain to her new employers that she didn’t know what a registrar actually did, because although that had been her job title at Bletchley, everyone knew that she hadn’t actually been a registrar there. So Bletchley was knowingly employing a load of upper class teenagers who didn’t know what they were doing whilst giving them job titles to make them sound rather grander and capable than they were. A bit like the University of Warwick, where research assistants on three months rolling contracts are called research fellows and all the lecturers are called assistant professors. Or they were a few years ago. I was told the other day that things are even worse there now and they’ve introduced zero hours contracts. Not for the Professors in Warwick Business School obviously, but for other people.

Despite not being a registrar, Trumpers had a great time in Paris, having been ‘taken in by an extremely rich friend of my father’. Trumpers found herself invited to parties at the British Embassy, where she bumped into folk like the former Tory MP Duff Cooper and his wife Lady Diana, who was the daughter of the Duke of Rutland. Duff Cooper aka Viscount Norwich was a  Minister in Churchill’s Gov’t in 1940 and Secretary of State for War under Stanley Baldwin. He was the son of Top Doctor Sir Alfred Cooper and Duff’s uncle was married to Louise, the sister of George V and daughter of Edward VII and Queen Alexandra. Duff was known for his boozing, gambling and shagging of people who were not married to him. Diana was quite laid back about this, she knew that he’d always come back so she was unconcerned. Diana was, before marrying Duff, Lady Diana Manners. Diana’s parents were rather put out when she married Duff – not because of the boozing, gambling and shagging, but because they were hoping that she’d marry the Prince of Wales. She didn’t do very well for herself in the end, she only bagged a Cabinet Minister and friend of Churchill. Duff, Diana and their mates such as Raymond Asquith, the son of Prime Minister H.H. Asquith, were part of the set known as The Coterie. They hard a rather rougher time than Trumpers and co – most of the male members of The Coterie were killed in WWI.

Duff’s niece Enid was David Cameron’s grandmother.

Duff had a number of children, but his only legitimate child was John Julius Norwich, who pops up on Radio 4 and was for many years a member of the Executive Committee of the National Trust. He is also Patron of the SHARE community, which provides vocational training for disabled people. John Julius is the father of Allegra Huston, who was the daughter of his affair with Enrica Soma, the wife of film director John Huston.

Diana Cooper might have married below her but she remained on good terms with the best – she was friends with the Duke and Duchess of Windsor as Edward and Mrs Simpson came to be known. It was the cousins of one of Trumpers’ male friends who put Mrs Simpson up in the south of France when she did a runner, so Trumpers got to meet them. On the occasion that Trumpers dropped in they had one of their friends there – a Nancy Mitford.

In 1945 Trumpers’ friend from Bletchley Park, Sally, married Bill Astor – on the grounds that he was a Parliamentary candidate in need of a wife. Sally rather let the side down by failing to produce an heir on demand – she had a series of miscarriages but finally gave birth to William in 1951 after staying in bed for seven months during the pregnancy. Bill divorced her two years later and Sally subsequently married Lieutenant Col Thomas Baring.

In 1946 Trumpers’ other close friend Osla married Henniker.

In 1948 Trumpers returned to London – that year her friend Sue married Charles Graham, ‘heir to a baronetcy in Cumberland’.

Although Trumpers’ family famously lost everything in the Wall Street crash, not only did Trumpers’ mum manage to buy herself a ten bedroomed house a few years later, but when Trumpers returned from Paris, her mum purchased her a flat on Grosvenor Crescent Mews in Knightsbridge – just behind St George’s Hospital! Trumpers’ flatmates were Pempe, the daughter of Anthony Crossley, a Conservative MP and Mary Cobb, who’s father was also an MP.

The Duke of Westminster owns most of the property in that part of London.

At this stage in her life Trumpers noted that all the friends that she’d known at Bletchley were ‘now married so I had to be rather careful’.

Trumpers had another go at her version of working for a living when she was back in London. She secured a job in Peter Jones, but was sacked for theft. Not that Trumpers did steal anything but somebody else came in daily whilst she was working there and they made off with the stolen goods. Trumpers was most cross about being wrongly accused – which I can understand, but Trumpers didn’t work out that although she wasn’t actually the thief, she was rather culpable. The thief, a young woman, had walked in every morning and Trumpers had handed over the goodies. Anyway, Trumpers’ parents had a word with Peter Jones so perhaps that’s why Trumpers didn’t end up in Court.

Trumpers observes that in later life when she was a Baroness, she invited the Dirctors of Peter Jones to tea at the Lords – it’s ‘a lovely weapon to have up your sleeve’. Yes it even gets you off the hook when you’ve given an unqualified serial sex offender and paedophile a job as the manager of a psychiatric hospital, given him the keys to every room in the place, let him park a caravan in the grounds in which he molested patients and visitors and let him wander around calling himself ‘Dr Savile’.

The circumstances of Trumpers’ inviting the directors of Peter Jones to tea at the Lords is worth relating. Trumpers had been shopping in Peter Jones and purchased some jewellery that she then decided that she didn’t want to pay that price for – after she’d got it home. So she took it back to Peter Jones and ordered them to drop the price – it wasn’t damaged or substandard in any way, Trumpers just decided that she wanted a price reduction. Peter Jones refused. Trumpers went ape. She kicked up the most enormous stink, let it be known that she had a seat in the Lords and demanded the presence of the directors at the Lords ‘for tea’. On the big day, Trumpers didn’t only organise the tea – and I bet she didn’t even fucking pay for that – but she commandeered an ‘interview room’ in the Lords and laid out all the pieces of jewellery that she’d ever purchased in the room and frog marched the directors of Peter Jones around the room before feeding them what I suspect was the tax-payer funded tea. Just to let them know how much dosh she had – despite having lost everything many years before – and presumably what a valuable Baroness of a customer they’d be losing if they didn’t refund her money on a perfectly good piece of jewellery that she had willingly purchased at the agreed price.

Trumpers then marvelled that the next time that she went shopping in Peter Jones, they grovelled with the best – they called her a taxi, they carried her bags out and stood in the right spot until the taxi arrived with an umbrella over Trumpers’ bags of goods so the goods didn’t get wet whilst Trumpers sheltered in the shop out of the rain. Trumpers pondered on the fact that Peter Jones had been so unpleasant over the theft business when she’d worked for them as a young woman but so helpful when she went shopping there after letting them all know that she was stinking rich and a member of the Lords.  Fancy the same company treating the same person in two such different ways – Trumpers was mystified.

Despite not being a registrar and leaving a menial job with Peter Jones under a substantial cloud, Trumpers then rocked up working for a Tory MP, Viscount Hinchingbroke. Trumpers notes that when she worked for him, he wasn’t a real lord – he was in those days merely the heir to the Earl of Sandwich. When he did inherit he was 62 and had to give up his seat in the Commons, so in 1964 he disclaimed his title. By the time that Trumpers was in the Lords herself, Hinch – as the world called him – was plain old Victor Montagu.

Hinch was the MP for south Dorset and Private Secretary to Stanley Baldwin, 1932-34. He joined the Monday Club in 1964. Hinch was gay but nonetheless married Rosemary Peto, the goddaughter of Queen Maud of Norway. Rosemary left Hinch for another woman and they were divorced in 1958. Hinch married again to Ann, daughter of the 9th Duke of Devonshire, although that marriage was annulled. In 2015 files on Montagu which had been kept closed for more than 40 years were released and it was revealed that although Hinch had admitted indecently assaulting a boy regularly between 1970-72, he had been let off with a caution, after both the police and the DPP refused to take any further action. The DPP making the decision was Sir Norman Skelhorn QC – who was also the DPP who ruled out any prosecution of Cyril Smith in 1970. The boy involved in the Hinch case told the police that Hinch had not only taken him to London but was planning to take him to Switzerland – Hinch confirmed this to the police. Despite his interest in male children, Hinch had children of his own. His younger son, Robert Montagu, has publicly claimed that Hinch sexually abused him on a near daily basis between the ages of seven and eleven. Robert says that he knows ten other people who were sexually abused by his father and he believes that there may be many more. There are clues that the local people living near Hinch knew that he didn’t always conduct himself as would be expected – interestingly enough, at the time that Hinch was merely cautioned for repeatedly indecently assaulting a boy over a period of years, a police officer working on the case observed that the village was totally dependent upon the Montagu estate for employment.

When Trumpers began working for the paedophile she was delighted to find herself among old friends – Lloyd George’s political staff, whom she had known when she pretended to be working as a landgirl in Churt, were back in the House working for Megan, Lloyd George’s daughter, who was now an MP.

Other friends of Trumpers’ were Hugh Rocksavage  aka the Earl of Rocksavage and his girlfriend Lavinia. They married at Cholmondeley – one of the families houses -near Nantwich in Cheshire. The family also owned a pile in Norfolk. Hugh’s father was the Marquess of Cholmondeley – his mother was a Sassoon and his maternal grandmother was a Rothschild (Trumpers is acutely aware of the family trees of her aristocrat pals). Hugh was also a descendent of Robert Walpole, Britain’s first PM.

In 1968 Hugh became the Marquess of Cholmondeley. The Cholmondeleys entertained Princess Margaret and others in Cheshire. In the mid-80s the family turned the estate’s chapel into a concert venue – it’s a magnet for opera buffs and ensembles from Glyndebourne made appearances there. Hugh was Lord Great Chamberlain, a role which his own son David – now the Marquess of Cholmondeley himself – inherited in 1990. Trumpers observed that Lavinia didn’t manage to hatch an heir until 1960 – she kept letting the side down by giving birth to girls. David cut his teeth with regard to ludicrous roles with the Royal household at a young age – in 1974 when he was 14 he became a Page of Honour to HM the Queen.

The Cholmondeley’s house in Cheshire is mentioned in Gyles Brandreth’s autobiography. Gyles mentions a do at Cholmondeley which he, Neil and Christine Hamilton and other members of the City of Chester Conservative Association attended. Gyles admits that all these people knew that Sir Peter Morrison, the then MP for Chester, was molesting under-aged boys and that they openly gossiped about it. This was during the years when the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring was causing havoc. Gerald Cavendish, the Duke of Westminster and Prince Charles’s friend, was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association at the time. For details of Tory life in Cheshire whilst Morrison molested kids in care in north Wales see post ‘I Want Serious Money Now Please’.  Trumpers doesn’t mention socialising with Cavendish in her book, but I’m pretty sure that she would have – she couldn’t have resisted a toadying opportunity like that; the Duke of Westminster owned most of Belgravia and it was he who had built the block of flats which Trumpers’ later lived in.

Lavinia, Hugh’s wife – then widow – became President of the North West Division of the NSPCC in 1960 and remained in that role until her death in 2015. Some of those involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were involved with the NSPCC. Savile supported the NSPCC. The ‘Helpline’ which was established to ‘support’ the victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales when they gave evidence at one of the police investigations into that gang was set up by the NSPCC. The manager of the Helpline was a social worker who was a colleague of the paedophiles and the supervisor of the Helpline was the former safeguarding officer of the children’s service in which the paedophiles had operated. At least one person ‘supported’ by the Helpline was found dead whilst they were being supported.

Lavinia was the Vice-President of the Cheshire Agricultural Society – Gyles mentions accompanying Sir Peter Morrison to one of their events.

Lavinia was a busy bee – she was also Patron of St Luke’s Hospice in Cheshire since it’s formation. St Luke’s was the result of the efforts of Harold Hassall the former footballer and Jim Littlemore. The hospice was opened in 1988 by Charles and Di. In the early 1990s it received financial support from the local Health Authority and between 2002-06 St Luke’s entered into a partnership with the local PCT and Macmillan Cancer Support. Cheshire Hospices Education – a training scheme – was set up and between 2007-09 a research programme with the Universities of Liverpool and Lancaster was established. Between 2010-13 the hospice was engaged with the PCT and Cheshire East. It also received funding from Dementia Care UK.

At present, one of the Vice-Presidents of St Luke’s is Fiona Bruce, the Conservative MP for Congleton. Fiona is a lawyer and studied at Chester College of Law in either the late 70s or early 80s. So she’ll have known about the corruption on the Chester and Wales Circuit and will have been at Chester College with many of the people who later worked on that Circuit. Fiona’s own practice, Fiona Bruce and Co, was set up in 1988 and is based in Warrington. Which is the location of Risley Remand Centre – so she’ll have known about the abuse of remand prisoners (many of which were former kids in care or psychiatric patients from north Wales) and the corruption within that institution then.

In April 2015, a new part of St Luke’s opened, a facility near Sandbach, Winterley Grange. Winterley Grange was opened by Phil Redmond, the Liverpudlian who made his name as the producer of the soap opera ‘Brookside’. A man with many links to the paedophiles’ friends, the former Greater Manchester police officer John Stalker, was for a while a scriptwriter for Brookside (see posts ‘ Top of the Cops’ and ‘A Stalker’s Network’ for more information on John Stalker and his mates). Stalker lived in Cheshire – as did George Carman, the corrupt barrister who had connections with the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

Bill and Julie Holroyd, ‘businesspeople, investors and philanthropists’, also attended the opening of Winterley Grange. Bill was appointed Deputy Lieutenant in 2008 and High Sheriff of Cheshire in 2015. Bill Holroyd and many of his associates are involved with Bolton Lads and Girls Club.

Lavinia was also involved with the North West Cancer Research Fund. The North West Cancer Fund has been discussed on the Welsh political blogosphere recently, after somebody pointed out that it has a very heavy presence in the far corners of north west Wales, despite the fund being entirely concerned with activities in the north west of England. Successful research is of course transnational, but it is certainly interesting that the North West Cancer Fund has indeed colonised Gwynedd. I’ll be investigating this further – the Third sector has been completely corrupted and the University of Liverpool’s Top Doctors have been responsible for much of the toxicity of the NHS in north Wales, so there may well have been some very dirty dealings to ensure that the North West Cancer Fund gained a foothold in Gwynedd.

Hugh and Lavinia’s son David married Rose Hanbury, a fashion model. Rose’s gran was a bridesmaid at the wedding of HM the Queen and Prince Philip. Rose’s twin babies were born in 2009 – they were very premature and Rose was taken to Queen Charlotte’s Hospital in London where she was monitored for two weeks before the twins’ birth. The Countess of Chester Hospital has recently been in the news after it was revealed that care was shite and that over the last few years a number of babies had died unnecessarily – a police investigation into the deaths was launched earlier this year. There have been problems with the care of mothers and babies at the Countess of Chester for many, many years and mothers in the know ensured that they did not give birth there. Of course none of this was publicised so mothers who weren’t in the know were reassured that ‘of course it’ll all be alright dear’ by the Top Doctors and risked the necks of themselves and their babies at the Countess of Chester, sometimes with catastrophic consequences. I presume that the Cholmondeleys knew that the Countess of Chester Hospital was dangerous which is why their own high risk pregnancy and delivery was managed by Queen Charlotte’s. I don’t blame them one bit – I wouldn’t book myself into the Countess of Chester if I were pregnant – but they didn’t warn anybody else, despite Lavinia’s connections to the world of healthcare and the Top Doctors.

David Cholmondeley is a film maker!

Another aristocratic family with whom Trumpers had links were located in north Wales. In 1948 Trumpers’ friend Shirley Morgan – the daughter of novelists Charles Morgan and Hilda Vaughan – married Henry Paget, the Marquess of Anglesey – so Trumpers’ mate became a Marchioness. Trumpers noted that Henry’s family owned most of Anglesey – the family seat is Plas Newydd. Henry Paget was the partner of Trumpers’ pal Sally Norton before Sally married Bill Astor.

The Henry who married Shirley was the 7th Marquess – his father, the 6th Marquess, was Lord Chamberlain to Queen Mary. Henry’s mother was Lady Victoria Manners, daughter of the Duke of Rutland. Who will have been something to do with Trumpers’ other pal, Duff Copper’s wife, Lady Diana Manners.

It is of course a standing joke that the Royal family and British aristocracy are all highly inbred, but I didn’t realise to what extent that allegation was true until I began researching Trumpers and her friends. It really is a very small gene pool. But which group of people in the UK get flak from the Top Doctors and the media for daring to marry their cousins? South Asians in Bradford of course. In popular culture rude comments with regard to inbreeding are made about people from Somerset and Norfolk. I heard middle class people in north Wales level the same allegations about people from Anglesey – but they weren’t talking about the Marquess and his family, they were of course talking about the council house people and their ilk. Talking of subsidised accommodation, Plas Newydd was given to the National Trust in 1976, although Henry Paget and the family continued to live there.

Henry was a Conservative peer, but he never actually spoke in the Lords and only voted once. Henry was President of the National Museum of Wales, 1962-67; Vice-Chair of the Welsh Committee of the National Trust – so Henry was his own landlord then – and Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd, 1983-89.

Dame Shirley Paget was Press Secretary to Gladwyn Jebb in the Foreign Office pre-WWII; President of the Federation of Women’s Institutes, 1966-69; Board Member of the British Council, 1985-95; Chair of Broadcasting Complaints Commission, 1987-91.

Henry was a close friend of Kyffin Williams, the well-known artist who lived on Anglesey for many years. I note that Michael Mansfield’s memoir mentions that Mansfield was taught art at school by Kyffin – the radical Mansfield who ignored any cases related to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal or Westminster Paedophile Ring (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’).

When the newly wed Charles and Di visited Bangor I was told that they stayed the night at the Marquess of Anglesey’s place. There was a bit of trouble concerning that particular Royal Visit, with rude anti-Royal slogans being daubed on the council offices the night before, so someone had to paint over them – so there were the council offices partially repainted with a shade of paint that very obviously didn’t match the paintwork on the rest of the building as Charles and Di walked past. Then there was another diplomatic incident which involved a group of Welsh language students concealing themselves in some trees and dropping out of the trees as the Royal Couple approached, waving banners at them with slogans painted on them saying ‘Go Home English Prince’ and ‘Go Home Jug Ears’. Poor Di quailed and actually looked quite frightened, although to be fair to Charles he carried on mingling and actually chatted to the folk in the crowd and the students who weren’t yelling abuse at him, rather than spending his time hobnobbing with the bunch of grandiose idiots from the Council and the Mayor, who actually tried to steer him and Di away from the crowd that had turned out to see them. This was the only time that I ever saw Di and I noticed that she was very thin and was wearing a lot of make-up, particularly blusher. A press release later explained that Di was suffering from morning sickness – William was in the very early stages of gestation at the time. We now know that Di was suffering from an eating disorder, was incredibly unhappy and was chucking herself down the stairs at the Palace in distress.

Henry Paget held a number of roles with the Anglesey Conservative Association. So it will have been Henry who had something to do with their desire to snare Ann Widdecombe as the Parliamentary candidate for Anglesey, although Widdecombe had absolutely no knowledge of north Wales let alone Anglesey at all and very little interest (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). Henry will also have known something about the candidate whom they did select and who later became the Tory MP for Anglesey, Keith Best. Best was a barrister who failed to assist when I asked him for help when I first came under attack from the paedophiles’ friends and who unbeknown to me occupied a role in the Welsh Office with was orchestrating the cover-up of the paedophile ring and associated criminal activities anyway. Best was involved in a car crash in which his research assistant was killed whilst Best was driving but not much happened about that and was later jailed for fraud after working a fiddle involving multiple applications for shares. Best didn’t spend long in prison, somehow he managed to secure a very early release. Best was an MP who wanted to get tough on crime – in fact I think that he supported the return of capital punishment. Just like Ann Widdecombe did.

I used to know someone who did voluntary work at Plas Newydd. This person was a Hergest patient who, as with so many, just never recovered from a serious mental illness. They would begin to make a recovery – which was when they would be working at Plas Newydd – but within a few weeks they’d relapse and would be sectioned again. This was always blamed on a recurring mental illness. Which might have been present, but I was good friends with this person and I knew something that the other patients didn’t – that as soon as they began to recover and begin work, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) would alter their medication and within weeks they’d be seriously ill again. This person grew up in north Wales and lived in London during their twenties, in the late 1980s. They used to tell me about a sexual relationship that they’d had with a well-known figure who over the last few years has been the subject of a number of allegations of rather unacceptable conduct. My friend from the Hergest Unit had a breakdown in London and was sent back to Ysbyty Gwynedd for ‘care’ by Top Doctors in London. My friend’s ambition was always to return to London to live and work once more, but the well-known person and his friends didn’t seem to want my friend back down there. Not that it happened anyway – because every time my friend recovered and took up their voluntary work at Plas Newydd as a route back into paid work in an effort to wave good-bye to service userdom, Tony Francis would start altering the medication…

Henry Paget died in 2013 and his son Lord Uxbridge succeeded him.

 

Trumpers’ family got a bit worried about her by the 1950s because she hadn’t yet bagged a posh rich man. Trumpers herself didn’t seem to be too bothered about this, she carried on boozing, clubbing, visiting rich friends in their stately homes at weekends and not being very successful at menial jobs which she secured through her connections.

In 1952 Trumpers set sail for America. One of the passengers on the boat with Trumpers was a Shirley Brittan Caitlin. Trumpers couldn’t stand her. Neither can I – not that I have ever met Shirley on a boat, I only know her as the dreadful Shirley Williams, friend of Dr Death and member of the Gang of Four. Trumpers didn’t like Shirley because she was too intellectual – rather than because she colluded with her mate Dr Death who trashed the Labour Party and undoubtedly knew about the paedophiles’ friends and the Top Doctors role in protecting them but used that knowledge to his own advantage (see post ‘Dr Death’).

When Trumpers arrived in America it was business as usual. Her brother – who had married the daughter of a well-known Connecticut lawyer and was living in America himself – got her a job in an advertising agency using his contacts. Trumpers set about making friends with ‘the poshest doctor in New York’, a Dr Neergaard. Trumpers had back problems and Dr Neergaard was so charmed by Trumpers that he treated her free of charge for an extended period of time.

On one occasion Trumpers was invited to a party where poofs were present, which she found so distressing that she left early instead of dancing all night.

Despite the upset with the poofs, Trumpers was not deterred from her networking social activities. She was introduced to Walter Annenberg, ‘a billionaire’, who was in the 1960s appointed as the US Ambassador to the Court of St James by Richard Nixon. Annenberg was the man who introduced Thatcher to Reagan. Trumpers made friends with the daughter of Kline, the Kline of Smith, Kline and French, the enormous and extremely ruthless drug company; she dined with Senator McCarthy and made friends with John Lindsay, who later became the Mayor of New York.

Then, incredibly, love came Trumpers way – or it might have been love, as opposed to the usual ruthless befriending of the rich and powerful. In 1952 Trumpers met Alan Barker, a master at Eton who was in America on a fellowship at Yale and Trumpers was smitten.

As I researched Trumpers, I kept wondering why she had bagged a teacher with academic interests as opposed to one of the stinking rich aristocrats whom she had knocked about with all of her life. My confusion regarding this just shows why Trumpers has the midas touch and I don’t. As I read more about Trumpers’ later life, it clicked – EVERYONE whom Trumpers thought it worth knowing had been to Eton. Including the Prime Ministers – except for Thatch of course – and the other towering political figures of 20th century Britain who were so helpful to Trumpers when she fancied a seat in the Lords and then a career in Gov’t. The alumni from public schools stick together – and Trumpers secured her position at the heart of the most prestigious powerful network of the lot. Trumpers hadn’t gone to Eton – she couldn’t, being female – so she married into it.

Trumpers’ engagement to Barker – as she always referred to him – was announced in the ‘New York Herald’ and ‘New York Times’. Trumpers’ mum felt let down by Trumpers’ engagement photographs though – Trumpers’ mum had wanted to put her in ‘Country Life’, but Trumpers’ choice of outfit for her engagement photos made that impossible (how I do not know, I doubt that Trumpers had purchased an Ann Summers French Maid outfit for the occasion). Trumpers borrowed a tiara from her mate Sally. The tiara in question is now in the possession of Samantha, David Cameron’s wife – Samantha Cameron is the step-daughter of Sally and Bill’s son William Astor.

Trumpers and Barker returned to London and were married in the Chapel of the Royal Hospital, Chelsea. Once more no-one knows HOW – Trumpers somehow obtained special permission, although there had only ever been one wedding allowed in there previously and that had been centuries before.

Thus Trumpers became the wife of master at Eton, although Barker also had a history fellowship at Queens College Cambridge. When Barker was teaching at Eton, not only were the boys there still flogged by masters – although Barker himself didn’t seem to do this – but pupils had ‘beating rights’ over other pupils. Trumpers observes in her book that ‘it doesn’t seem to have hurt anybody’.

The novelist Edward St Aubyn was famously raped by his father on a regular basis between the ages of three and eight years. His father was Roger St Aubyn, a Top Doctor (registered with the Royal College of Physicians and a member of the Royal College of Surgeons). Roger was an old Etonian. Roger St Aubyn was violently sexually abusive to his wife, Edward’s mother, and was also known to have sexually abused at least one girl. Roger St Aubyn was friendly with two psychoanalysts, the parents of the dreadfully bumptious TV psychologist Oliver James. The St Aubyn and James families were good mates for years. Both families knew Arthur Koestler, who raped Michael Foot’s wife as a young woman. Donald Astor, the owner of the ‘Observer’, was networked into the whole lot of them. As a young adult Edward St Aubyn was so traumatised that by the time he arrived at Oxford he was a heroin addict. At one point he overdosed and ended up in Charing Cross Hospital. At Oxford Edward was friends with Nigella Lawson – who’s dad at that time was a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t – and his childhood friend Oliver James. Edward’s friends knew about his heroin problem and his vile father. Oliver James’s parents – one of whom had been analysed themselves by Anna Freud – took on Edward as a client. Roger St Aubyn died in 1985 and it was after that that Edward St Aubyn wrote about what Roger had done to him when he was a child. No-one mentioned it until then – but the friends of the family all knew. Anyone still fancy listening to Oliver James bollocking on about ‘affluenza’ and the ‘Dark Triad’ on the BBC as he advises the nation on parenting?

The older son of Di’s brother Earl Spencer is Edward St Aubyn’s godson. That’s the Earl Spencer who spoke so movingly about his beloved sister at her funeral, who was just so livid at her mistreatment by Charles et al whilst she was in the grip of an eating disorder. Earl Spencer knows all about eating disorders. His first wife Victoria Lockwood was severely anorexic – Earl Spencer wasn’t very nice to Victoria and he used to make jokes about her being ‘thick but thin’. He eventually divorced her – after she’d done the obligatory breeding bit – which must have been quite a relief for Victoria.

Barker’s friend and fellow history master at Eton – who became head of history there – was Giles St Aubyn. Any relation Trumpers?

Barker’s most favourite bestest pupil throughout his years at Eton was a Douglas Hurd. Douglas maintained a friendship with his old history teacher – and Trumpers – until Barker died.

Barker aspired to become head of Eton and Trumpers was pretty desperate for this to happen as well. It was not to be. Trumpers doesn’t go into details, but there are references in Trumpers’ book to Barker having caused problems at Eton, to him having enemies there and having become involved in politicking and colluding which had made him even more unpopular.

In 1958 Barker was appointed head of The Leys School, Cambridge – he remained head until 1975. The Leys wasn’t Eton but it certainly wasn’t Grange Hill. It is favoured by academics at Cambridge – Stephen Hawking sent his son there – and former old pupils from Barker’s time as head include Amschel Rotchschild, both the former and present King of Tonga, Christopher and Peter Hitchens and the King of Bahrain. Trumpers mentions the Kings of Tonga and Bahrain in her book – obviously the Hitchens brothers weren’t worth remembering.

Trumpers had a high old time at The Leys, although the accommodation was a bit substandard (the accommodation at Eton was very substandard, Trumpers wasn’t at all impressed). When Barker took over at The Leys, he discovered that one of their most high profile old boys, J. Arthur Rank, had fallen out with the previous regime. So Barker and Trumpers got to work toadying to him, to tempt him – and his money – back. Trumpers persuaded a whole list of high profile people to visit The Leys – the Duchess of Kent, the Queen Mother (twice), the PM of Singapore and Ted Heath. In fact Ted Heath launched his 1970 General Election campaign from the playing fields of The Leys – as opposed to the playing fields of Eton. Trumpers won’t have worried about this blatant bit of propaganda, because she was by then Chair of the local Conservative Party. Ted subsequently invited Barker and Trumpers to No 10 for dinner.

Trumpers certainly knew how to pick her friends. In 1971 she offered the school’s hospitality to the Home Secretary Reginald Maudling when he was in town to address the Cambridge University Conservative Association. At the time Maudling was in the middle of the Rudi Dutschke scandal. Rudi Dutschke – who later helped found the German Green Party – was in the UK recovering after an assassination attempt and Maudling was deporting him. No-one else in Cambridge was prepared to touch Reggie Maudling with a barge pole, but Trumpers maintained that this was a ‘free speech’ issue so was happy to entertain Reggie. Whether she put him up again after he resigned in the wake of his business associate John Poulson being investigated by the Met Trumpers does not relate.

Reggie did definitely attend one of Trumpers’ exclusive dinner parties. Along with Peter Thorneycroft, Frank Lee ‘and all the wives’. Frank Lee was a former Permanent Secretary at the Treasury and Thorneycroft was  Tory barrister who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Harold Macmillan, 1957-58. In 1964 Thorneycroft was appointed Secretary of State for Defence. He lost his seat in 1966 – not that it mattered, he was given a peerage in 1967. Thorneycroft was Chairman of the Tory Party, 1975-81. It was Thorneycroft who employed Saatchi and Saatchi to manage the Tories 1979 General Election campaign.

Trumpers remained friends with Michael Edwards whom she knew from her days in New York – Edwards was running US lines, a shipping company. Trumpers had also managed to make friends with the Belgian Ambassador. Another friend was David Montagu, later Lord Swaythling. Although Swaythling ended up in the Lords, he rarely spoke. Swaythling was: Chairman of Samuel Montagu and Co (the family banking business); Chair and CEO of Orion Bank; Director of  J. Rothschilds Holdings; Chairman of Rothschilds International plc; a member of the Board of Banking Supervision of the Bank of England; a founding Director of LWT; a Director of the Daily Telegraph. Montagu’s son Charles married Angela Rawlinson, daughter of Lord Peter Rawlinson. Rawlinson was Solicitor-General under Macmillan in 1962 and Attorney General under Heath, 1970-74. Rawlinson offered his resignation with regard to the Profumo scandal, but it was declined.

Trumpers was also friends with the Adeanes, ‘local landowners’. Lord Michael Adeane was the grandson of the Private Secretary to Queen Victoria and George V. Michael Adeane carried on the family tradition by acting as Assistant Private Secretary to George VI, 1945-52. Working as a Courtier is of course a hereditary trait, so naturally Adeane’s son Edward found himself as Private Secretary to Prince Charles 1979-85. He’d started toadying many years previously – he was Page of Honour to HM the Queen, 1954-56. Between 1960-61 Adeane had been a Plebiscite Supervisor in Southern Cameroon. He was by profession a barrister who specialised in libel and worked in this field between 1962-79. In 1975 he successfully defended Harold Wilson’s right hand woman Marcia Falkender when she was accused of forging Wilson’s signature. Adeane also acted for Marlene Dietrich. Edward Adeane was one of the courtiers whom the Princess of Wales didn’t like and didn’t trust. So that’s obviously why he was appointed as her Private Secretary in 1984. There was much trouble in the Royal household during the Di years and a lot of it swirled around Adeane. Adeane seemed to blame everyone else – Diana was mad, Charles wouldn’t listen to Adeane’s excellent advice and that’s why there was chaos. Adeane resigned in 1985 and returned to the Bar, after falling out with Charles. Nevertheless, Adeane continued to accompany the Queen mum on her grouse shoots.

Adeane was a Director of Hambros Bank, of Guardian Royal Exchange Assurance, of Hambros Channel Islands Trust Corps Ltd and Scottish Investors plc.

Adeane ‘never married’, but had a male ‘companion’, Brent Snape.

 

Throughout the fifties and sixties Trumpers enjoyed herself visiting her rich friends in their stately homes at the weekends. Her regular haunts were – Combermore Abbey in Shropshire (the home of the Crossleys), Cholmondeley in Cheshire (the home of the Cholmondeleys) and the various estates which belonged to the Astors – their estate on Jura, their place at Bletchingdon Park and Cliveden. Yes, Cliveden. Not only that, but Trumpers was where the action was at Cliveden.

I have mentioned that one of Trumpers’ closest friends Sally Norton married Bill Astor. Bill was the 3rd Viscount Astor, son of Nancy Astor, Tory MP for Fulham East, then Wycombe – after that he took his seat in the Lords. Tumpers canvassed for Bill Astor in the 1945 General Election. Although Bill and Sally divorced in 1953, Trumpers continued to visit Bill Astor. She knew his second wife Philippa whom he divorced in 1960 and Trumpers also knew Astor’s third wife Bronwen. Astor was married to Bronwen when the Profumo scandal erupted. Trumpers had been a weekender at Cliveden throughout the whole time that the scandal brewed and then became public. Trumpers’ book mentions that she met Stanley Spencer the artist at Cliveden and that she also met Stephen Ward. Trumpers saw in the New Year of 1962 at Cliveden. By this time, the shagging that led to the scandal had already taken place – Profumo and Christine Keeler met in 1961. Trumpers was there throughout. Of course Trumpers remembers to state in her book that she ‘didn’t know’ about Christine Keeler and Mandy Rice-Davies. Yet Trumpers remembers dining at Cleveden with a ‘girl’ who asked for some more of ‘those fucking potatoes’. Bill told Trumpers sometime after this incident with the potatoes that it had cost him a lot of money to ‘get rid of’ that girl. Did Trumpers imagine that swearing at the dining table enabled one to blackmail one’s host?

There was another visitor to Cliveden at this time – HM the Queen. Trumpers noted that when the Queen came to tea with them all at Cliveden ‘the less presentable young ladies’ were ‘kept out of the way’. Where were they – upstairs in bed with the Cabinet Ministers and the KGB officers?

Trumpers remembers that Bronwen was the daughter of a judge. Bronwen’s daughter married George Case in 1990. Who he? Bronwen left Cliveden and moved to Tuesley Manor, Godalming in Surrey, where she opened her house to the homeless. She also trained as a psychotherapist.

Trumpers’ take on the Profumo affair is that she felt very sorry for Bill. No problem there, I feel sorry for my friends when they land in a slurry pit. However Trumpers certainly had the blinkers on – she maintained that the press made Bill out to be ‘dirty’ which he wasn’t, he was ‘an innocent host’. He might have been your mate Trumpers, but you knew damn well that he was paying swearing girls to go away and hiding the Russians and the prostitutes from Lilibet when she dropped in for afternoon tea. Trumpers doesn’t tell us whether she felt sorry for Stephen Ward who was the scapegoat for the whole business and was later found dead. Trumpers tells us that she remained loyal to poor Bill. Well Bill was the one who had the peerage and the country estates. Staying loyal to poor Bill might well have included Trumpers remaining very firmly silent about a great many things that the press at the time would have paid her good money to talk about – there’ll have been a lot of people in a lot of high places who will have been indebted to Trumpers for her silence…

As with Jimmy Savile and Broadmoor, Trumpers’ name has been air-brushed out of the history of Cliveden. Other people who were having group sex with Ministers and Russian spies/afternoon tea/dinner at Cliveden at the time have had their names bandied around in public for deacdes, but not Trumpers. I only found out because she’s been daft enough to write this book. Neither was any of this mentioned in the retirement tributes to Trumpers – we were simply told that she’d danced all night and defeated Hitler.

Meanwhile, in Cambridge, Trumpers became more deeply involved in local Cambridge life and politics.

Trumpers tells us that she always received a first class service from the vet at Cambridge University – because she had persuaded a rich friend of hers to donate a great deal of money to fund a veterinary fellowship at Cambridge.

In 1995 Trumpers was made an honorary member of the British Veterinary Association.

Trumpers also became involved with Good Works. A lot of women of Trumpers’ class and generation did this and some of them were no doubt very genuine – but we’re talking Trumpers here.

In the late 50s Trumpers became the Governor of a mother and baby home. Trumpers maintained that the woman who ran the home was a ‘good woman but stern’. The girls ‘usually had no education and no background and couldn’t really stand up to someone like her’. The mothers gave birth in the home, whereupon their babies were immediately removed for adoption. Ah so that was what the poorly educated not at all affluent girls couldn’t stand up to – the removal of their babies, obviously against their wishes… Trumpers mentions that at the time East Anglia contained many Air Force and Army bases and she thinks that might be why there was such a high rate of illegitimacy in Cambridge. So the servicemen were knocking up the local girls – the vulnerable ones – and when they got pregnant, enter Trumpers and the mother and baby home to provide the solution. Whether the pregnant girls wanted it or not. Did Trumpers go along to the Forces bases with a supply of condoms? Or have a word with the commanding officers? Probably not…

Trumpers mentions that there were children in Cambridgeshire who knew that they had brothers and sisters who had been taken away. Which suggests that the women who had their babies kidnapped by Trumpers and co weren’t even keeping it a secret – could they perhaps have been very upset by what had happened? So upset that they told children who came along later? Upset enough to kick up a fuss and even try to trace the children whom Trumpers had nabbed?

When Trumpers retired from the Lords, the media tributes mentioned that Trumpers had an interest in women’s mental health. God knows how many breakdowns and even suicides that Trumpers precipitated. Trumpers, like Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, was just determined to help. She sat on the United Cambridge Hospitals Board and on the Social Services Committee – that’s the single mothers screwed then, Trumpers was On The Committees. Trumpers also sat on the Cambridge Folk Museum Committee, was involved with the Rheumatoid Arthritis Association and was Chair of the Cambridge Dogs for the Blind. In 1975 Trumpers was appointed – by a Labour Gov’t – to the Mental Health Tribunal. So if any of the single mothers who’s babies had been abducted were still sitting in mental hospitals, it would be down to Trumpers to decide whether to let them out or not.

In the late 1950s Trumpers became involved with the Conservative Party in Cambridgshire. She and Barker canvassed for the local Tory MP Sir Hamilton Kerr and Trumpers met, among others, Selwyn Lloyd, Francis Pym, Irene Ward and Enoch Powell. Trumpers subsequently became a Conservative Councillor and remained one for ten years.

In the early 70s Trumpers became a Magistrate. Trumpers’ career on the bench ended somewhat unusually, but as with many matters Trumpers there is a degree of confusion surrounding the circumstances of her resignation from the bench. The retirement tributes maintained that Trumpers was responsible for catching the Cambridge rapist whilst she was working as a magistrate. Trumpers’ book tells another story: that for a long while a man from MacFisheries used to deliver to Trumpers’ house and she got on very well with him, so well that he’d stop for a chat. Trumpers maintains that one day she was on the bench when she was told that the Cambridge rapist had been caught and was about to be brought before the bench. The prisoner appeared and it was her delivery man – so of course Trumpers had to resign there and then.

None of this makes sense. Trumpers obviously did not ‘catch’ the rapist – Trumpers was on good terms with the rapist. Furthermore, even if Trumpers had been duped by a rapist into letting him deliver wet fish to her house, that would not be a reason for her to resign from the bench – it would be a reason for Trumpers to step aside from that hearing, any subsequent hearings and his trial, but not to resign. Trumpers did something that she shouldn’t have – I don’t know what, but she did something in relation to that rapist and as ever she was not held accountable.

Trumpers has a very elastic interpretation of the law at the best of times. She mentions that she used to have to park her car in a car park which she found highly unsavoury – they all carry Stanley knives in Cambridge don’t they – so a policeman friend of Trumpers’ gave her a truncheon. Trumpers knows that she shouldn’t have been given it and shouldn’t have kept it because it was possessing an offensive weapon. But she kept it anyway.

Another triumph of Trumpers was the occasion on which she ‘persuaded’ Cambridge Arts Theatre to hand over their takings for one night to her ‘for charity’ – I think to be passed on to the Tory Party. Trumpers then ‘persuaded’ Footlights to perform on this ‘charity’ night – the night that Trumpers picked for her charity night was the night of the General Election. Furthermore, two local Tory MPs turned up and such was the warm feeling towards them that they received a standing ovation.

Trumpers by now wanted a seat in the Commons and started seriously angling for one. Barker would have liked a political career but he couldn’t afford it and anyway he didn’t like campaigning and canvassing. Barker told Trumpers that he wished that he could find a rotten borough and stand there. I’m surprised that Trumpers didn’t create one for him on their doorstep.

Barker was offered the post of head at Westminster School – Trumpers’ friend Rab Butler was Chair of the Governors there – although Barker turned this offer down. What Barker really wanted was to be head of Eton, but that wasn’t going to happen due to him pissing everybody off there.

Rab Butler had become Master of Trinity College Cambridge in 1965 when he retired from politics. He was High Steward of Cambridge University (1958-66) and High Steward of the City of Cambridge (1963 until his death).

Rab Butler was a Tory MP for Saffron Walden who never became PM but he was: Education Minster (1941-45); Chancellor of the Exchequer (1951-55); Home Secretary (1957-62); Deputy Prime Minster (1962-63); Foreign Secretary (1963-64). Butler served under Churchill, Eden, Macmillan and Douglas-Home. In 1959 he was the Conservative Party Chairman.

Whilst Home Secretary, Butler signed off the execution of James Hanratty, although numerous people at the time were raising concerns that Hanratty was a victim of a miscarriage of justice.

Butler was Master of Trinity while Prince Charles was a student there (1967-70) and Butler was special mentor to Charles. Butler’s family owned Gatcombe Park and in 1976 flogged it to the Queen who purchased it for Princess Ann.

Butler was also the Chancellor of the University of Essex and Chancellor of the University of Sheffield.

Butler was the President of the National Association for Mental Health (MIND) and Chairman of the Trustees of the Mental Health Trust and Research Fund (Mental Health Foundation).

Between 1972-75 Butler Chaired the Committee for Mentally Abnormal Offenders (the Butler Committee), which was set up by the DHSS and the Home Office. The Butler Report was published in 1975 – most of its recommendations have still not yet been implemented. Which is not surprising when one considers what the DHSS and Home Office were actually doing between 1972-75. In north Wales they were running Bryn Estyn with paedophiles staffing it and down the road at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Gwynne and Dafydd incarcerated, lobotomised, shocked, drugged and generally abused the victims of Bryn Estyn and other such establishments, as well as those of the Top Doctors and associated paedophiles.

Like Trumpers, Butler was a member of the Mental Health Tribunal.

Butler’s son Adam Butler was a junior Minister under Thatcher.

 

Trumpers became Mayor of Cambridge in May 1971. Trumpers’ explanation for this was that ‘when I was asked to do something I did it’. Trumpers mentions that one doesn’t always have to agree with what one is asked to do, one does it anyway.

Trumpers had a great time as Mayor, at some official functions she got so pissed that she ended up flat on the floor. Her need for alcohol was sufficiently well-known that she was supplied with gin during Council meetings on the pretence that it was water. They should have just set up an intravenous ethanol drip…

Trumpers was involved with Addenbrookes Hospital from the outset – she helped with raising £100k for a ‘recreation centre’ for the Top Doctors when the hospital was under construction and she then sat on the Board. So Trumpers will know the fragrant Lady Mary Archer then – and of course her delightful husband Jeffrey. Who ended up in prison for perjury after lying in Court about spending time with a prostitute – a prostitute who was killed in a car crash hours before Jeffrey’s trial on a matter related to him lying about her. There was public outrage when it was revealed that Archer was allowed out of prison regularly to host his Krug and Shepherds Pie parties back home with Mary. I’m sure that Trumpers would have received an invitation…

 

Trumpers continued searching for a Parliamentary seat, although her family were less than enthusiastic. Barker was resentful and bitter and refused to help her at all and her son Adam was, according to Trumpers, ‘ambivalent’. Adam himself recently stated in an interview that he never had a mother, he just had a Mayor. Barker was particularly irate to find that when he was travelling in the Mayor’s official car, if Trumpers wasn’t actually in the car with him, the flag had to be removed. Thus Barker sometimes had to endure the trauma of being chauffeured home in the Mayor’s car without a flag.

In 1974 Trumpers was interviewed as the potential Tory candidate for the Isle of Ely, but lost out to Top Doctor Thomas Stuttaford. Who was beaten at the polls by Clement Freud.

For a while Trumpers lived at Sandwich in Kent. She noted that Sandwich was full of old ladies who had once been part of the Prince of Wales’s set. I don’t think that she was talking about the man who later married Diana.  However, Trumpers did find an agreeable lunch guest whilst the family lived at Sandwich – Harold Macmillan. His daughter lived nearby, so he used to drop in on Trumpers when he was in the area.

Ted Heath’s constituency was in Kent.

In 1975 Trumpers and Barker moved to Hampstead, when Barker became head of University College School. She met lots of fascinating new people, including Harold and Mary Wilson, who’s sons were pupils at the School. Trumpers invited Harold and Mary to lunch (twice) and invited ‘all the other VIPs’ that she could find.

Trumpers joined the Board of Visitors at Pentonville Prison in 1975 and became the Commissioner of Taxes in 1976. Trumpers’ observed that most of the prisoners ‘weren’t criminals’, but had led difficult lives and the majority of them couldn’t read and write. Trumpers also noticed that when she did her prison visiting bit, she’d enter the room with the gathered prisoners and the accompanying prison officer would shout out ‘who wants to see the Visitor?’, but the prisoners would sit there silently. Trumpers worked out that the prisoners were too frightened to speak to her in front of the officer, so she would then walk up and down until the officer had allegedly lost interest in the prisoners’ conversations and then the prisoners would start raising their concerns with her. Trumpers simply states that most of the prisoners insisted on telling her ‘how absolutely awful’ the prison was. But as Trumpers discovered, there was no helping these prisoners – Trumpers would make appointments to see them after their realease but they never ever kept those appointments. NEVER. Probably Trumpers because the prison authorities didn’t tell the prisoners that you had made the appointment or they gave them the wrong date and time – because what will have been going on in that prison was so bloody grim that no-one would have wanted those prisoners meeting up with you on the outside…

Interestingly enough, records show that once Trumpers was in the Lords, she took a very hard line on law n order and opposed community sentences, even for minor offenders. Trumpers worked as a Prison Visitor for many years, even I think after she was in the Lords.

Trumpers also found herself a Governor of an approved school and two secondary schools. Jimmy Savile was known to visit approved schools such as Duncroft in Surrey. It is now admitted that Savile sexually abused girls at Duncroft – it was the former pupils from Duncroft that finally alerted the world to the sort of things that Savile regularly got up to. He’d arrive in his much boasted about pink Rolls Royce and the girls would be encouraged to go for a drive in that lovely expensive car. During these drives Savile would give the teenagers cigarettes and sweets in return for sexual favours. The headmistress of Duncroft – when the revelations became public after Savile’s death – maintained that the girls were ungrateful wretches, that Mr Savile was a bit odd but he was good to them. The girls were ‘not Angels’ – they were intelligent girls and some were even the daughters of Top Doctors – but they had become pregnant and one even had five babies. As one of the girls explained when she was a middle aged woman – ‘we had been sexually abused, which was why Savile was able to abuse us again’.

I am just a few years younger than those women and I remember the attitudes in the 1970s well. Boys ended up in ‘approved schools’ because of their involvement in crime but with girls it was nearly always because they had become pregnant after a long history of promiscuity. Such teenaged girls were seen as willing participants in their own downfall and there wasn’t much of an understanding that they had almost certainly been introduced to sex by being molested at a very young age. Once they had acquired a reputation as a bit of a slapper or become pregnant, they were undoubtedly targeted by every unscrupulous man in the area. There is play or novel or a biography of a teenager (unfortunately I can’t remember which work this is) who became pregnant to the horror of the surrounding world, which simply caused a young man to persuade her to have sex with him on the grounds that she couldn’t become more pregnant. Savile specialised in such teenagers.

However, the 70s were rather rewritten in the post-Savile furore and there were claims that ‘in the 1970s’ people ‘didn’t understand about child abuse’. They did. They didn’t see the sexual exploitation of ‘wild’ teenagers as child abuse, but the abuse of younger children – or indeed teenagers that had not gone off the rails – was seen as a very serious and a very nasty business. ‘Interfering with children’ was perceived to be about the worst thing that someone could do. Which is why the likes of Dafydd and the North Wales Paedophile Ring went to such lengths to conceal what they were up to. Even if that resulted in witnesses being illegally incarcerated in mental hospitals or found dead.

In 2004 Trumpers became a Trustee of Crimestoppers. Trumpers supported Crimestoppers because of its emphasis on children and youth offending. This was the Crimestoppers who in the mid-90s received two telephone calls from someone in north Wales informing them of the neglect and abuse that was occurring in nursing homes run by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – including the suspicious death of a resident – as well as providing them with the name and details of a drug using patient of Dafydd’s who could be seen openly selling class A drugs to school children in Bangor. No action was taken. When the person who made the calls rang Crimestoppers a few weeks later to ask why no action had been taken they were told that the previous calls had been classed as hoax calls and that no investigations or action would be taking place. Crimestoppers was founded and funded by Tory peer Lord Ashcroft.

In 1979 Trumpers was appointed the UK delegate to the UN Commission on the Status of Women. Trumpers explains that this was ‘Barker’s old pupil Douglas Hurd’s doing’ – after all, Barker and Hurd ‘adored one another’. In her capacity as the UK delegate, Trumpers was sent by Thatcher to a conference in Copenhagen. She enjoyed herself boozing with other delegates and made friends with Sally Mugabe, who was married to someone called Robert. Despite the liberal supply of alcohol and the presence of despots’ wives to consume it with, Trumpers became bored at the conference and demanded that Ann Warburton – the UK’s first female ambassador – give her something to do. So Warburton gave Trumpers ‘something to say’ about people who were disappeared by Gov’ts and ‘what we were doing about it’. What were the UK doing about it? Well they were inviting the wives of the leaders of the Gov’ts involved to get pissed with Trumpers at conferences and they were making diplomatic links with those Gov’ts – Thatcher had been busy making friends with General Galtieri until he invaded the Falkland Islands and she really liked Pinochet. (One of Thatcher’s Ministers – I think that it might have been Geoffrey Howe – famously went to Argentina and told them that the UK had recently elected a Gov’t with similar views to the junta…Well Galtieri imprisoned and killed socialists and trade unionists – dunno whether he colluded with a paedophile ring though.)

At the Denmark conference Suzanne Mubarak – who was leading the Egyptian delegation in her capacity as the wife of the Egyptian President – upset the other Arab delegates with her speech about Israel. So after Mubarak had finished speaking, Trumpers made a point of congratulating her on her splendid speech as loudly as she could, within earshot of the other delegates.

It has been admitted that Trumpers’ extensive ‘address book’ was the reason why the UK Gov’t appointed her to that UN body – they believed that Trumpers’ connections would assist British interests.

In 1980 Trumpers hit the bigtime when Thatcher made her a Baroness. Which was extraordinary – because Trumpers’ record of achievement to date had been leaving a number of menial jobs under a very big cloud, resigning as a magistrate for an unspecified reason in connection with a rapist who was selling her wet fish and spending a year getting very drunk whilst she was Mayor. But Trumpers had a huge number of rich powerful friends, connections with the Royal Family and she had been on the scene when the action at Cliveden took place. Furthermore Trumpers had not succeeded in getting selected as a candidate to stand for election to the Commons. Trumpers was getting on in years now, she will have been pulling out all the stops.

Trumpers herself is quite frank about the way in which she ended up in the Lords. She explained that Barker ‘touted’ for her and Barker’s friends Peter Thorneycroft and Rab Butler ‘agreed’.

Trumpers was introduced to the Lords by Rab Butler and Peter Thorneycroft.

After a year in the Lords Trumpers was made a Privy Councillor!

Barker subsequently had a stroke and ended up in Westminster Hospital. All Barker’s VIP former pupils turned up to visit him, including Douglas Hurd, who was at that time a Cabinet Minister – this was probably when Hurd was Home Secretary. Trumpers was pleased to see that before Barker’s grand visitors arrived, the Angels would tidy up the whole ward so that it looked really good. No doubt the wards which did not contain patients who were mates with the Home Secretary were run along the lines of Mid-Staffs, with patients drinking the water out of vases because no-one had fed or watered them and being told by the Angels to crap in their beds because walking across the ward with a bedpan was too much like hard work.

Trumpers found that looking after Barker following his stroke was far too much for her, what with her having so many dinners with other Lords to eat, so Barker moved into an upmarket nursing home – which from what I can work out from information available on the internet caters for former military folk. Barker never served in the military. Was this yet another example of Trumpers and Barkers pulling strings? Barker seems to have behaved dreadfully there, was rude and offensive to other residents and routinely insulted the Matron. He pissed them off so much that when he finally pegged out, the Matron rang Trumpers, asked her if she was alone and when Trumpers said yes, simply responded by saying ‘well your husband’s died’ and hung up. Trumpers noted that Matron had wreaked her revenge, which implied that Matron didn’t have much time for Trumpers either.

Whilst Barker was spending his final days insulting everyone in the home for retired gentlefolk, Trumpers moved into a flat near Sloane Square – on land owned by the Duke of Westminster, Sir Peter Morrison’s old mate in the Chester Conservative Association. There were many politicians living in the same building as Trumpers, including Sir Alec Douglas-Home. Thatch went to visit Trumpers there on one occasion – Trumpers took the opportunity to ask Thatch to give Douglas-Home a Gov’t car and a driver, because according to Trumpers, that’s what former PMs are entitled to for the rest of their lives. Thatch explained that such an offer had been made to Douglas-Home, but he’d turned it down. Trumpers observed that she would therefore have to continue to give him lifts home from the Lords. I don’t know what underpinned Trumpers’ desire for Douglas-Home to be chauffeured around at public expense – whether Home not taking advantage of this offended Trumpers’ sense of what was right and proper or whether she just didn’t want to have to give him a lift home from the day centre.

In 1983, after the General Election, Thatch asked Trumpers to become a Whip. Trumpers couldn’t make up her own mind, so she asked Sir Percy Rugg ‘an old Leysian’ to advise her. Percy Rugg for many years had been a key figure in the London County Council – so he’ll have known a lot about the mistreatment of people at the hands of Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends. Trumpers trembled in fear once she became a Whip and didn’t actually know what she was doing, but she was delighted to find the Labour Party Chief Whip supporting her on the grounds of female solidarity. Trumpers repaid the kindness by doing the same thing for the new Labour Whips in 1997. Isn’t it good to know that the glass ceiling was broken by these foolish old bags who did not know their arses from their elbows but who had made friends with the right people and kept their mouths shut about outrages and human suffering and then spent their careers doing each other favours. I’d be interested to know which dipstick from the Labour Party helped Trumpers out in 1983 – no doubt the Labour wimmin that she ‘supported’ in 1997 were Tony’s cronies, the Tessas and the Patsys and the Margarets etc.

Between 1983-85 Trumpers was Baroness-in-Waiting to the Queen, an appointment with which she was ‘absolutely delighted’. Trumpers’ role was to greet visitors to the UK on behalf of the Queen. Once more, Trumpers ‘met everyone’, although some of them – such as the King of Bahrain – Trumpers remembered from their time as pupils of The Leys School. Trumpers met the President of Afghanistan in this capacity. His wife had just given birth to a son – not a daughter thank God – and he was so overwhelmed that all he could talk about was the birth of his heir. After he left the UK, Trumpers purchased some things for the baby and sent them on to him via the Foreign Office – she was delighted to receive a letter of thanks from the President, so she knew that he had received them.

I too have purchased presents for new born babies, but in 1983 we were led to believe that the UK was not on the best of terms with the Afghanistan regime. Anyone remember the Russian-backed Afghanistan regime that we heard so much about back then? The regime that was fighting the ‘brave warriers’ of the Taleban – which at that time we were backing? How many people knew that Lilibet had invited the President of Afghanistan to Buck House and that Trumpers was busy celebrating the birth of his son and heir with him?

Trumpers was involved in something that I suspect was an even better kept secret that the visit of the President of Afghanistan to the Palace. After all, Lilibet does have a track record of inviting disgusting people to banquets with her – Nicolae Ceausescu arrived in 1979, the red carpet was rolled out and horrified Romanian exiles who were protesting were shielded from his view. As the final two fingers to the protesters, Lilibet gave Ceausescu an honorary knighthood. Which she later removed when we were allowed to hear about all those starving babies in the orphanages without electricity who had been infected with AIDS because hypodermic needles were re-used. ‘We didn’t know…how did it happen…never again…it’s not the British way of doing things…’ Trumpers mentions in her book that she trotted off to visit her old mate Sally Mugabe when she was dying as a result of kidney failure in St Mary’s Hospital Paddington.

Trumpers explains that Sally had been admitted to St Mary’s under a pseudonym ‘which we always did’ with VIPs. Yes, I know that happens – but this is Mugabe’s wife that we are talking about. The Mugabe, who was by then a complete pariah, who was wrecking his country and killing his opponents. Trumpers’ bit of diplomacy was to point out to the Top Doctor aka ‘kidney specialist’ who was treating Sally Mugabe that the pseudonym that had been given to her, ‘Mrs Smith’, was highly inappropriate because Ian Smith was one of the people whom the Mugabes hated most. The Top Doctor was horrified at the faux pas and another pseudonym was allocated.

Zimbabwe has always maintained that Sally Mugabe died from kidney failure in Harare on 27th Jan 1992. Trumpers was Baroness-in-Waiting TWICE – once between 1983-85, then again between 1992-97. So presumably this visit to a dying Sally in St Mary’s took place in 1992. So Sally Mugabe was receiving treatment in a London hospital under a pseudonym and being visited by Trumpers – before it had been admitted that the Zimbabwe healthcare system was so bad that Mugabe himself was going abroad for medical treatment. Now I would imagine that if Sally was dying at St Mary’s, it would have been very difficult to fly her back to Harare for her final days – she would be on dialysis, life-support, the lot – and the reason that she was in St Mary’s will have been to access treatment that was not available in Zimbabwe.

Did Sally Mugabe REALLY die in Harare? Or did she die in St Mary’s Hospital Paddington – and a whopper was told to conceal the fact that she had left Zimbabwe to receive care? I think we should be told. Particularly in the light of the row concerning the recent appointment of Mugabe as ‘goodwill ambassador ‘for WHO. Trumpers will not be capable of telling the truth about all this, so would any Top Doctors from St Mary’s like to enlighten us? Who was the ‘kidney specialist’ employed at St Mary’s in Dec 1991/Jan 1992? Anyone??? I’ll do a bit of research…

Trumpers’ diplomacy was called upon again after Sally’s death. When Robert Mugabe arrived in London to visit Lilibet! Trumpers was despatched to greet him and offered her condolescences. Trumpers was gobsmacked when Mugabe ‘glowered’ at her ‘in silence’ in response. That might have been because Mugabe had since the mid-1980s been having an affair with Grace and by the time that Sally died had had two children with Grace, which had become the focus of a major scandal in Zimbabwe.

 

At some point, Trumpers represented British interests in Mongolia after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Trumpers didn’t actually know where Mogolia was, but she didn’t have to find her own way there, she was loaded onto a plane and off she went. She received a lovely pale blue scarf as a present from her Mongolian hosts, so she wrapped it around her neck. Her driver later explained to Trumpers that the scarf was a sacred scarf and should NOT be wrapped around her neck. Trumpers observed that it is quite easy to make mistakes when overseas.

Trumpers also lets on that when Mongolia ‘struck copper and ore’, it became ‘hugely rich’ and that ‘because of the UK’s longstanding interest and support’ last year [that would be either 2009 or 2010], Trumpers and Michael Howard were presented with distinction orders at the Mongolian Embassy.

Trumpers – do you by any chance have any info about that utter skulduggery that Craig Murray the former Ambassador to Uzbekistan maintained was going on with British collusion – the boiling alive of opponents of the Uzbekistan regime etc? Jack Straw et al maintained that Murray was an insane boozing womanising liar who should not be believed. As you have spent your whole life being party to wrongdoing on the part of those in high places, I assume that if anyone knows the truth about Uzbekistan and Jack, it will be you. Feel free to contact me Trumpers. Diolch.

I’m wondering if someone in the Foreign Office decided to send Trumpers to foreign lands as a way of insulting people whom they didn’t like, in the way that ‘Private Eye’ maintained that sending Prince Philip to the funeral of Emperor Hirohito was a huge ‘fuck off’ from the UK. Because Trumpers continued to be sent on sensitive missions during which she offended everyone, Trumpers was sent as the Gov’t representative to the funeral of the Sri Lankan President, after he was killed by a suicide bomber. Trumpers purchased a black dress – although black is not the colour of mourning in Sri Lanka. Trumpers did actually notice this, but she managed to ‘make friends’ by eating polo mints throughout the funeral and offering them to the other mourners.

 

In 1985 Thatcher made Trumpers Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State in the DHSS, where Trumpers remained until 1987. Hence Trumpers appointing Savile as manager of Broadmoor.

In an interview with the ‘Guardian’ in 2004, Trumpers stated that Willie Whitelaw ‘a great friend of friends of mine’ ‘pushed’ Thatcher to ‘give her a job’ – I presume that she was referring to that post in the DHSS, because that was the first (and indeed only) real job that Trumpers had ever had – unless you count that one in Peter Jones from which she was sacked.

Willie Whitelaw was not only a great friend of friends of hers, Willie was obviously quite a good mate of Trumpers’ herself. In one interview with the ‘Guardian’, Trumpers recalls staying with Whitelaw in the Lake District when he was Deputy PM and Willie serving her breakfast in bed.

Whitelaw was famously loyal to both Heath and Thatcher. Some allege that Thatcher would never have become leader of the Conservative Party had Whitelaw not refused to stand himself out of loyalty to his friend Heath. When Thatch did become leader, Whitelaw was right behind her every step of the way. The public image of Whitelaw was that of a silly old buffer from another era, an image fuelled when Whitelaw shot a beater by accident on a grouse shooting expedition. The beater didn’t die, he just received a buttock full of lead shot, which added to the hilarity.

What I remember about Willie though was his frequent public statements that he would get tough on young thugs and that what they would be receiving would be a short sharp shock. By this time I had started to become aware that a proportion of ‘young thugs’ were actually highly distressed teenagers who had been on the receiving end of other thugs themselves. What I didn’t know was that when Whitelaw was huffing and puffing, the ‘young thugs’ in Bryn Estyn and other such establishments were being beaten and buggered by the people paid by the state to ‘look after’ them. Willie and the Tories had more than one go with the short sharp shock discourse – it first reared it’s head in the 70s but was wheeled out again during Thatcher’s first administration. It didn’t work on either occasion and had to be quietly abandoned.

Willie was elected Tory MP for Penrith and the Borders in 1955 and represented that constituency for 28 years. He held posts under Macmillan, Douglas-Home, Heath and Thatcher. To summarise, Willie was: Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1972-73; Chairman of the Conservative Party (under Heath), 1974-75; Deputy leader of the Conservative Party, 1975-91; Home Secretary, 1979-83.

In 1983 Whitelaw was given an hereditary peerage – the first one that had been created for 18 years. So someone was very, very grateful to Willie…Willie became Viscount Whitelaw and was appointed leader of the Lords.

On Willie’s various watches, aggressive policing and the ‘sus’ laws led to rioting in London, Bristol and Liverpool. Although Willie held secret meetings with the IRA whilst maintaining that he was doing no such thing, the IRA escalated their bombing campaign on the mainland which resulted in serious miscarriages of justice – which Willie and the gang did all they could to ensure were never rectified. After they were rectified, Willie’s gang made sour comments and refused to adequately compensate the people who’s lives had been ruined by corrupt police officers, prison officers, lawyers, judges and expert witnesses. 1980 Willie dissuaded Thatcher from going to Leeds to personally take charge of the Yorkshire Ripper investigation. Willie realised that was best left to the incompetent, corrupt police officers in Yorkshire whom he and Thatcher backed up fully.

Throughout Willie’s years in Gov’t, the paedophile gang in north Wales and Cheshire who were supplying Willie’s colleague Sir Peter Morrison and others with children to abuse ran riot.

Willie was Lord President of the Council, 1970-72 and 1983-88. The Lord President presides over meetings of the Privy Council and also serves as the Visitor for several universities, including Leicester, Liverpool, London (although not King’s College or UCL), Nottingham and Wales (not Lampeter).

So Willie was Visitor at the University of Wales – whilst Bangor employed Gwynne the lobotomist in the Student Health Centre, who had helped facilitate and conceal the paedophile ring in north Wales and the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood. The Wood who threatened me after I complained about Gwynne, who told me that my career would be damaged if I didn’t drop my complaint, who altered my medical records and who spent the next few years using passing on information about my whereabouts and employment – as well as Brown’s whereabouts and employment – to the paedophiles’ friends. Who used this info to shaft us. Brown was a PhD student at Leicester whilst Willie was Visitor there and had a few inexplicable experiences, as did I when I was a postgrad at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School (University of London) and worked for the Cancer Research Campaign at Nottingham University whilst Willie was Visitor at those institutions. I then encountered the crooks at St Georges Hospital Medical School – part of the University of London – shortly afterwards. As for Liverpool University – there were scores of connections between that institution and the Top Doctors and paedophiles’ friends in Wales. Dafydd was a graduate of Liverpool, as was Terry Maxwell the Clinical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd. Professor Robert Owen the corrupt Medical Ombudsman employed by the Welsh Office to conceal the criminal activities of Dafydd and co was Prof of Surgery at Liverpool.

Other Lord Presidents have included: Lord Tony Newton, 1992-97; Lord Gareth Williams, 2003; Lady Valerie Amos, 2003-07; Lord Peter Mandelson, 2009-10; it is now Andrea Leadsom.

All of these names – with the exception of Leadsom – have been named and shamed on this blog. So the Lord President is obviously chosen with great care.

Willie Whitelaw was a Freemason.

 

In 1994 Trumpers literally gatecrashed a state occasion. One of Trumpers’ mates – the MD of Fortnum and Mason – was becoming a Privy Councillor and was so anxious at the thought of licking Lilibet’s boots as required that they asked Trumpers to accompany them. This was unheard of, but Trumpers did it again – she was given permission to break protocol. So Trumpers attended. Two men called Blair and Prescott were being sworn in as Privy Councillors at the same time. After the ceremony, Lilibet tried to make conversation -presumably with those old favourites ‘and what do you do?’ and ‘have you come far?’ – but Trumpers noted that ‘the two Labour men never opened their mouths’, they ‘said not a word to me’. Trumpers summed them up as ‘dreadful’. Trumpers – perhaps you have forgotten, but your colleagues in the House used to take the piss out of Prezza by ordering drinks off him, in tribute to his previous career as a bar steward. I loathe Prescott and Blair – why they ever agreed to become Privy Councillors I do not know –  but I think that I’ve concluded that Trumpers is even worse than they are.

In 2010 Trumpers’ flat mysteriously caught fire – ‘something electrical’ caused the bed to go up in flames and the fire spread – and there was substantial destruction. EVERYTHING that Trumpers had ever owned was destroyed – heirlooms, furniture, personal mementos, clothes, the lot. Trumpers genuinely did lose everything on that occasion. I bet Trumpers lost things like personal letters and photos as well. Perhaps from those days at Cliveden and the many years during which she danced all night with various paedophiles in Gov’t and the Lords. Trumpers’ isn’t the brightest of creatures but she doesn’t seem to have asked herself how ‘something electrical’ sets fire to a bed in the sort of flat where Trumpers resides, which will have the highest level of security, whilst she popped out for the evening. Electrical fires don’t start on beds. And flats in London usually have neighbours who notice things like smoke.

Trumpers’ insurance company returned some clothes to her which had not been destroyed by the fire. When Trumpers took receipt of them, she realised that they weren’t actually her clothes, but she kept them anyway.

Trumpers held her 90th burfday party in the Lords. John Major and Edwina Currie attended – Trumpers noted that they had ‘all been Ministers together in the Dept of Health’ (so Major didn’t stop that Savile appointment either then). Trumpers writes in her book that she ‘didn’t have a clue’ about Currie and Major’s relationship – although Trumpers was a Tory Whip when Major was in Gov’t and she knows Major and Norma Major ‘very well’. But then Trumpers managed to miss all the call girls and Russian spies at Cliveden. Although she knew that they were hidden when Lilibet arrived for tea and that one of them was paid to go away.

Cameron didn’t attend Trumpers’ party, but he did send her a letter. Except that someone nicked it before she opened it! Why ever would someone have an interest in reading mail to you from Cameron Trumpers? The Cameron who is married to the step-daughter of the son of your mate Bill Astor – of Cliveden fame. It was OK though, because Trumpers let Cameron know that the letter had been swiped, so Cameron wrote her another letter.

Trumpers knows that the end is near, although she does intend to go on for a bit longer. She has made arrangements for her own memorial service after she has gone – she wants Lord Elton and Lord Deben to speak, because they were ‘absolutely terrific bosses’ when she worked for them.

Trumpers was a Minister at the DHSS 1985-87, then at MAFF (Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food) 1987-89 and then 1989-92, during which time she was ‘number two at MAFF’). So I’d be interested to know when Lord Elton aka Rodney Elton was her boss. Elton was a Minister in the N Ireland office in 1979; Minister in the DHSS in 1981; then a Minister and then Minister of State in the Home Office 1982-84. In 1985 Elton was Minister of State in the Dept of Environment and then left Gov’t in 1986. So when and in what capacity was he Trumpers’ boss? Have more porkies been told somewhere along the line?

Rodney Elton was an hereditary peer, but like so many featured on this blog was one of the 90 who retained his seat after 1999. Elton’s wife Richenda is Lady of the Bedchamber to Lilibet.

Lord Deben was formerly known as John Gummer, old mate of Ken Clarke’s and a member of the Cambridge mafia who served Thatch so well ie. a former member of the Cambridge University Conservative Association. Gummer was Chair of the Tory Party, 1983-85 – the height of the paedophile years – and became a member of the Cabinet in 1989 when he was appointed Secretary of State at MAFF. Gummer became Secretary of State for the Environment in 1993 under John Major. The Tories believe that Gummer is their greenest member. Gummer is best remembered for presiding over the BSE crisis during 1989-90 – when Trumpers was at his side. Despite numerous misleading statements from Gummer et al that there was nothing at all for anyone to flap about, 176 people died. Gummer was formerly a member of the General Synod of the Church of England but in 1992 converted to Catholicism.

In 1998 Trumpers was made Extraordinary Baroness-in-Waiting.

For some reason Trumpers was made an honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Pathologists.

Trumpers herself attributes her whole career to Thatch. Trumpers is a big fan of Thatch and freely explains that Thatch made her a peer and then gave her every job that she had ever had. Trumpers’ showed that she had a heart of gold when in Thatcher’s later years Trumpers noticed that when Thatcher attended the Lords, Thatch would be left sitting in isolation because everyone else would walk out when Thatch arrived. So Trumpers made a point of sitting next to her. Did Trumpers and Thatch contribute to debates or even converse with each other? No. Trumpers would simply say to Thatch every so often ‘have you had enough now’? and when Thatch indicated that she’d spent enough time watching the scene, Trumpers would leave with Thatch.

Trumpers remained loyal to Thatch even after Thatcher died and the rest of us celebrated. Trumpers received an invitation to appear on ‘Have I Got News For You’ and walked out just before filming began when she realised that Thatch’s name was going to be taken in vain. Trumpers must have caused a real scene, because even Trumpers admits that she caused a great deal of trouble. We never heard anything about that in all those BBC retirement tributes to Trumpers….

 

So there we are. A life of immense privilege led by an aristocrat of very little brain, who constantly exchanged favours with the most dreadful people at the top of society and in Gov’t, some of whom were molesting children and destroying the lives of the people in receipt of the charity that they claimed to be dispensing.

95 glorious years!