No One Is Innocent

BBC News Wales, the ‘Daily Post’ and the ‘Western Mail’ have reported that 71 year old Bryan Davies has been found guilty at Mold Crown Court of 29 historical sex offences against boys who lived at the ‘private children’s home’ Ystrad Hall in Llangollen in the late 1970s, where Bryan Davies was Deputy Principal.

Yes, Bryan Davies is one who has been apprehended as a result of Operation Pallial. During the trial three more men came forward to say that they’d been abused by Davies as boys. The Operation Pallial team re-interviewed eight other men who had previously made complaints against Davies.

Davies was initially arrested in Oct 2013 in relation to him contacting three boys over the internet and inciting them to take part in sexual acts. While on bail Davies fled to Malta but was arrested under a European arrest warrant and extradited to the UK. Davies had been living in Sussex.

It was reported that Bryan Davies went on the run during the trial, was found in an hotel in Folkestone, slit his throat and was taken to King’s College Hospital in order to be operated on. I think that is why sentencing has not taken place yet. Davies is due to be sentenced on June 1.

 

Bryan Davies is one of those who was somehow not apprehended by the 1991-93 North Wales Police investigation into the abuse of children in care and of course the £13 million Waterhouse Inquiry also missed Bryan Davies. From what is being reported, boys complained about Davies assaulting them years ago. So there is now a 71 year old paedophile in King’s College Hospital following a suicide attempt.

I have argued previously on this blog that pursuing the now elderly sex offenders who were afforded complete protection by every part of the British state whilst witnesses and victims were murdered is farcical. However, it seems that Bryan Davies has continued his sex offending into old age, so yes, bringing him to trial can be justified because he was still active.

Sadly many of the people who knew about Bryan Davies’s offences years ago and protected him will never stand trial because they were all guaranteed legal indemnity if they agreed to give evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry, even if they lied. For example these people:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

Cledwyn Williams

 

Lucille Hughes

 

Neither will the people who protected the people pictured above ever stand trial.

Such as the man on the left in this photo:

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Or indeed this man, who spends his days in the Lords:
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Neither will any of the many people who looked the other way as some of us were screaming as loudly as we could ever stand trial. Such as:

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Many others who passed by on the other side can be found in the Commons, in the Lords, running the UK’s health and care system or in the Inns of Court. I’m sure that they will be delighted at the conviction of one 71 year old man and use this to reassure us that there is Zero Tolerance re sex offences in our nation.

Another glass of champagne Professor Bluglass?

 

My post ‘Feet In Chains’ suggested that Dafydd, the paedophiles and their friends should all be detained in one of Dafydd’s own ‘nursing homes’ under the Mental Capacity or Mental Health Act – they would be treated far worse in there than they ever would be in prison. If pigs started flying and Dafydd was ever put on trial and imprisoned, he would be one of those celebrity prisoners who receive special treatment because of their links with organised crime, such as Ronnie Kray did when he was in Broadmoor. When it was revealed that Ronnie Kray was being supplied with luxuries and privileges and that the Angels of Broadmoor deferred to him, a number of politicians appeared in the media fuming.  What did they expect? Jimmy Savile and his mate had been appointed managers – by Thatcher’s Health Minister Trumpers – and two of the civil service mandarins in the Dept of Health at the time were known associates of paedophiles (see posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘The Old Devils’). Furthermore, it was Top Doctors like Dafydd and Bluglass who decided who ended up in Broadmoor and it was their Top Doctor mates at Broadmoor who decided what ‘treatment programmes’ patients were placed on.

 

Whilst pondering on the Ronnie Kray and Broadmoor business, I remembered another high profile villain of yesteryear who did so well out of the inadequacies of the British criminal justice system that I can only conclude that, like Ronnie Kray – who was mates with various well-connected people such as Lord Bob Boothby, the bisexual swinging Conservative politician who had an affair with Harold Macmillan’s wife Dorothy as well as a great many other people – this man had help from people in high places. I am thinking of Ronnie Biggs.

My post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’ mentions that in late 1962/early 1963, two west country farmers in financial difficulties received a letter from a London solicitor inviting them to a meeting where they ‘would hear something to their benefit’. The farmers had barely visited London in their lives and had never heard of the solicitor, Theodore Goddard. They were then visited by a rep of Theodore Goddard who offered them cash to the value of their farm but didn’t actually want to buy it off them. Theodore Goddard wanted them to move out of the farm for a few months, allow the clients of Theodore Goddard to ‘use the farm’ and then move back in. The farmers were terrified and presumed that they were dealing with crooks, so refused the generous offer. The farmers subsequently put their farm on the market and as they were shifting all their stuff out, the farmer’s wife told me that Theodore Goddard turned up again with literally cases of used notes, telling them what idiots they were not to do the deal. The Great Train Robbery happened months later and the farmers noticed the similarity of the farm used by Biggs et al to their own. They had no proof that the weird letter and worrying men from Theodore Goddard were connected to Mr Biggs et al but they never stopped wondering. They kept the letter for years which was how they were able to give me details of what was in it.

A further twist was that one reason why the farmers had ended up in such financial difficulty was that they had done business with a company of which Harold Macmillan’s son was a Director and they had been ripped off – along with a lot of other farmers. The company had contracted farmers to breed and raise pigs on their behalf, but no-one was ever paid – I was told that it was quite a well-known scandal at the time and that a lot of people lost a lot of money, after having been duped into doing business with a company starring Maurice Macmillan, because after all he was the PM’s son, so it had to be OK.

I was reminded of all this last summer when I read a biography of Bertrand Russell. Russell used his solicitors to really shaft people, including his own son John, who had mental health problems. Russell’s solicitors were Theodore Goddard. My post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’ details the trail of havoc and broken lives that Russell left in his wake and his highly sexually exploitative ways. Members of Russell’s family had a penchant for acquiring diagnoses of schizophrenia and Russell was always ready to stress their unacceptable and unfathomable behaviour and what a trial for him it was to have Mental Illness In The Family. People close to Russell’s Mad Relatives told a story of Russell behaving appallingly, of abuse and intimidation and of Top Docs being asked by Russell to bang up those bloody relatives who were making such a nuisance of themselves.

One of Russell’s relatives who had a particularly hard time was his granddaughter Lucy, who set fire to herself and as a result died at the age of 26. Lucy had been virtually brought up by Russell, after he succeeded in having her father deemed as too crackers to have custody of his own daughter. Like her dad, Lucy was told that she had schizophrenia. Before this diagnosis Lucy had told people that she felt very uncomfortable about her grandfather’s behaviour towards her…

Russell spent his later years living at Penrhyndeudraeth in what is now Gwynedd. It was there that Lucy lived with him for extended periods of time. The area in which Russell lived was an interesting one sociologically because of the presence of an Anglo-Welsh aristocrat nearby, Sir Clough Williams-Ellis. Clough owned an estate in Cwm Croesor and let his properties out to his friends – many of whom were well-known bohemians, activists and writers – during the middle years of the 20th century. A great many well-known people passed through Cwm Croesor. The most famous ones were people like Eric Hobsbawm and E.P. Thompson, but a bit of digging throws up a picture of, it seems, nearly every high profile artist/writer/activist crashing out there for at least some time. They were referred to as the Welsh Bloomsbury set.

Some of Clough’s circle were moneyed aristocrats. I recently purchased an extract from Bertrand Russell’s diaries in which he recorded his visits to Clough’s place with his friends and most of those mentioned are landowning gentry from across north Wales, such as Lord and Lady Aberconway. Russell also spent time with Woodrow Wyatt – Wyatt was a man who, although he was a Labour MP, ended up as an adviser to and friend of Margaret Thatcher (An Appalling Vista’).

So Cwm Croesor attracted a curious mix of posh people, bohemians, Communists and peace activists, some of whom wanted to start a revolution. Then there were the local people – Welsh speakers who worked in quarrying or farming. Croesor was probably the first Welsh speaking area in north Wales to experience mass inward migration of English people. I collected data for a community study of Croesor some six years ago and I found that although at one time the local people seemed to live quite harmoniously with the visitors, by the early 1970s relationships had become quite fraught. Various people made various suggests as to why that was, but I don’t want to publish that here.

What is salient regarding this blog is that I discovered that Dafydd et al had impacted on Croesor. Which is hardly surprising – Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist impacted everywhere. In 1964 the social anthropologist Isabel Emmett published ‘A North Wales Village: A Social Anthropological Study’, a community study of Llanfrothen, the village just down the road from Croesor. Isabel was a social anthropologist from Manchester University who married a man from Llanfrothen and she knew the community well. Her book caused a degree of aggro because some of the villagers felt that she’d sleighted them. Isabel mentioned for example that there was a high rate of illegitimacy in this Nonconformist Welsh speaking village. One of the villagers made the point to me in defence of his village’s reputation that ‘all those illegitimate children belonged to one mother’.

Another book was written about life in Croesor by Philip O’Connor, ‘Living In Croesor’ and another of the writers who lived there wrote a novel based on people whom he knew in the village.

Material written about Croesor/Llanfrothen often contains the observation that there was a degree of distress and dysfunction on the part of some people in the area. That is of course true of everywhere, but in some of the relationships between people in Croesor/Llanfrothen there were substantial power differentials. Isabel’s book mentions that certain Top Doctors and lawyers in the wider region were in such powerful positions that people really did fear crossing their paths, because ruination would result. When I read that, I immediately wondered ‘Dafydd and Gwynne?’ I now wonder ‘William Mars-Jones?’ as well.

Then I read a terribly sad account of a young woman who had been taken down to Croesor by her new husband in the 1950s/60s, a man much older than her, where they lived in very difficult circumstances. Or at least she did. He buried himself in his poetry and writing, drank very heavily and went out to see his mates. He then left her for another woman. What happened to her? Er – she was declared mad and taken to the North Wales Hospital where she stayed until it closed decades later. Or as we now know, until only parts of the hospital closed. She was finally released in the 1990s, an old lady, who was parked in Betws-y-Coed to live out her days. The precipitating factor that caused this woman’s crisis was, I seem to remember, a pregnancy that her husband wasn’t too happy about…

 

I know enough about Dafydd and Gwynne to know that influential yet exploitative/abusive people with money who might want to shut someone up would find Dafydd and Gwynne very useful. Bertrand Russell was living at Penrhyndeudraeth when he was informing Theodore Goddard that members of his family were insane and should be locked up in their own interests.

Dafydd! Did you perchance ever have dealings with a Nobel Prize winning polymath peace campaigning friend of Tariq Ali who wasn’t quite what the wider world thought that he was? I think we should be told.

 

I was told by one of my interviewees that there had been a big problem in the area because until – I think – 1968, there was no Welsh speaking social worker available, so Welsh people were being hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh on the basis of an interview conducted in a foreign language. An advance had allegedly been made when a Welsh speaking social worker was appointed, from the locality. Of course I think that people should be assessed in a language that they speak – and feel comfortable with – if they are at risk of being hauled off to an asylum. But this is Dafydd and Gwynne we are talking about. They could have offered interviews in English, Welsh and Japanese and decisions would still not have been taken in the best interests of the patient.

Dafydd and Gwynne were running a hell-hole with a dungeon in which they incarcerated the victims of a paedophile gang. The Welsh-speaking social worker would have been working for Dafydd and Gwynne.

I was not given the name of the Welsh speaking social worker who’s presence at Croesor was supposed to constrain the activities of the paedophiles’ friends, but in about 2004 I had an encounter with a Welsh speaking social worker who lived in Croesor.

This was at the height of my battles with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, after I had narrowly escaped prison following yet another attempt to frame me and after many years of enduring Keith Fearns’s unpleasantness and harassment in the face of Gwynedd Social Services flat refusal to take action against Fearns.

So some thirteen years ago I decided to try and obtain a copy of my records from Gwynedd Social Services. Someone had told me that Fearns et al now had a new manager who was actually trying to address their dreadful conduct. That manager was a man called Merfyn Hughes (full name Thomas Merfyn Hughes). I ended up having a phone conversation with Mr Hughes – it was a fraught conversation because Mr Hughes insisted on referring to me as a ‘service user’. I told him that I wasn’t a ‘service user’, I was a human being and furthermore I had never received a ‘service’ from Fearns and the Arfon Team, only constant aggro. However to be fair to him, Mr Hughes told me that he would request a copy of the records that the Arfon Team had compiled on me (even though I had never been a ‘client’ of theirs). Further telephone calls to Mr Hughes revealed that the Arfon Team were ignoring his requests. So Mr Hughes told me that he would personally visit the Arfon Team’s offices and retrieve the records himself. I understand that he did do this. I did eventually receive a copy of these records, although the harassment from Fearns et al continued. However I was later told that Merfyn Hughes had never managed to get the Arfon Team under control and that he had now retired.

In 2011 I was told that a man who had once been Elfyn Llwyd’s electoral agent (Llwyd is a barrister and the former Plaid MP for Dwyfor Meirionydd) had been found dead in rather strange circumstances. This job description didn’t mean anything to me – but I was then told his name, Merfyn Hughes and that he’d been a social worker with Gwynedd. I realised that this was the man who had braved Fearns and extracted my files in person.

I googled the story and found this newspaper report detailing Mr Hughes’s death http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/local-news/man-died-after-falling-down-1845258

So the inquest at Caernarfon held by the notorious Dewi Pritchard Jones  heard that Merfyn had been drinking in the Bron Danw Arms and that the pub landlord had said that he ‘wasn’t sober’. He left the pub at 2 am to walk home. He never got home – his body was found 36 hours later in the garden of somebody else’s house, behind a greenhouse, at the bottom of an embankment and could not be seen from the road or the house. Detective Inspector Brian Kearney stated that there were marks on the footpath above the embankment consistent with someone having rolled down the embankment and that one of Mr Hughes’s shoelaces was undone. A postmortem showed no signs of a head injury and tests showed little alcohol in his blood at the time of death. Pathologist Mark Lord said that death was due to hypothermia.

Dewi recorded a verdict of accidental death and then reached a quite extraordinary conclusion as to how Mr Hughes’s death occurred, even by Dewi’s standards – ‘he somehow slipped and fell down the embankment but nothing to show he tried to get out. It appears that he fell asleep, the cold took over and he later died’. Now I don’t know about Dewi, but if I fell down an embankment in the early hours of the morning and landed in someone else’s garden, I don’t think that I’d then decide to have a nap on the spot rather than try to get out. And even if I did make such a decision I very much doubt that I’d be able to get such a good night’s sleep that I’d die of hypothermia somewhere along the way. And if the pub landlord had stated that Merfyn ‘wasn’t sober’, why was there ‘little alcohol’ in his blood at the time of death? It’s also fascinating that at some point after falling down the embankment, going to sleep and dying, Mr Hughes managed to conceal his body behind a greenhouse in a spot where it could not be seen from the road or house.

People in Gwynedd have become used to reading Dewi’s bizarre speculations when people with mental health problems have been found dead – but it would seem that people working in the mental health services are also found dead in inexplicable circumstances, only for Dewi Pritchard Jones to conjure up a most unlikely explanation for their death.

 

Anyone for re-opening an investigation into Merfyn Hughes’s death? Let alone for doing a bit of digging regarding the identity of the tame Top Doctor whom Bertrand Russell had on tap and finding out how many vulnerable people who had been stung by Russell’s mates were hauled off to Denbigh, suffering from the vapours/a wandering womb/spermattorrhea/cottage ignition syndrome/paranoid schizophrenia/manic depressive insanity or other serious conditions that Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist knows all about?

‘Denbigh is unique’ – Dafydd, circa 1994.

 

 

To return to Ronnie Biggs, who may perhaps have known a firm of solicitors called Theodore Goddard.

John Theodore Goddard founded the law firm bearing his name based in London. The firm merged with Addleshaw Booth & Co in May 2003 to become Addleshaw Goddard. Theodore Goddard was the solicitor appointed by Wallis Simpson as an adviser to her during divorce proceedings. When King Edward VIII’s intention to marry Wallis became known, Goddard became closely involved in the abdication negotiations, at the behest of PM Stanley Baldwin. Goddard personally negotiated with Wallis, the King and the PM.

Theodore Goddard’s early reputation enabled him to attract as a valuable client the newly created office of the Public Trustee. It was the Public Trustee who collaborated with Dafydd when he fleeced Mary Wynch decades later.

John Theodore Goddard retired as senior partner in 1950 and died in 1952. The 1950s saw a period of further growth through amalgamation with, in particular, the City firm of Deacons & Pritchard (founded in 1834) and the firm of Rhys Roberts & Co (founded in 1883 by future PM David Lloyd George, a partner of the firm until his Parliamentary duties grew too burdensome).

The firm was again caught up in the Profumo Affair. In 1963, then senior partner Derek Clogg was instructed by Profumo. At the time of the Profumo Affair, Lord Astor was married to his third wife, Bronwen. Bronwen went to school in Dolgellau and was the daughter of a Welsh judge. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’ for details of the Profumo Affair, the involvement of Trumpers and others. Theodore Goddard & Co was referred to in Hansard as ‘a solicitor of the highest reputation and widest experience’ who ‘has had great experience in cases dealing with libel, with divorce and all those matters where human frailty and possible lying may come into account’. In the late 1950s and early 1960s, Theodore Goddard & Co attracted many company clients and the commercial side of the practice grew rapidly.

 

More recently Theodore Goddard has retained a strong media and entertainment law practice alongside a private client capability (including private tax work for members of The Rolling Stones and David Bowie). The firm occasionally gave rise to high-profile cases involving celebrities including the firm’s instruction in relation to the ‘Hello!’ magazine dispute over photographs of Catherine Zeta-Jones wedding to and its appointment by Michael Jackson to advise on the ‘Living With Michael’ documentary.

 

Ronnie Biggs was born in Lambeth and in 1947, at age 18, Biggs enlisted in the RAF. He was dishonourably discharged two years later, after breaking into a local chemist shop. One month after that, he was convicted of stealing a car and sentenced to prison. On his release, he took part in a failed robbery attempt of a bookmaker office in Lambeth. During his incarceration in HMP Wandsworth, he met Bruce Reynolds, The Brains in the Great Train Robbery.

After his third prison sentence, Biggs tried to go straight and trained as a carpenter. In Feb 1960, he married Charmian. Biggs, who needed money to fund a deposit on the purchase of a house for his family, was working on the house of a train driver who was about to retire. The driver’s real name is unknown, since he was never caught. He was the one who introduced Biggs to the train robbery plot. 

The gang then stopped the mail train from Glasgow to London in the early hours of 8 Aug 1963. The robbery yielded the participants £2.6 million (equivalent to £49 million in 2017); Biggs’s share was £147,000 (equivalent to £2,824,900 in 2018). Three weeks later, Biggs was arrested in South London, along with 11 other members of the gang. In 1964, nine of the 15-strong gang, including Biggs, were jailed for the crime. Most received sentences of 30 years. Lord Edmund-Davies was the judge who presided over the trial and many thought that the sentences were too severe. Edmund-Davies was one of the paedophiles’ friends of Wales.

Biggs served 15 months before escaping from Wandsworth Prison on 8 July 1965, scaling the wall with a rope ladder and dropping onto a waiting removal van. He fled to Brussels by boat, then sent a note to his wife to join him in Paris where he had acquired new identity papers and was undergoing plastic surgery. During his time in prison, Charmian had started an extramarital relationship and was pregnant by the time of his escape to the Continent. Choosing to support her husband, she had an illegal abortion in London and then travelled with their two sons to Paris to join Biggs.

So thus far, it sounds as though there were some helpful prison officers who didn’t see anything or hear anything and some Top Docs willing to assist without asking questions.

In 1966, Biggs fled to Australia. By that time Biggs and his family had spent all but £7,000 (equivalent to £119,700 in 2018) of his £147,000 share of the train robbery proceeds: £40,000 (equivalent to £683,800 in 2018) on plastic surgery in Paris; £55,000 (equivalent to £940,200 in 2018) paid as a package deal to get him out of the UK to Australia; and the rest on legal fees and expenses.

LEGAL FEES?? He was an escaped robber…Was the bill from Theodore Goddard?

In 1967, Biggs received an anonymous letter from Britain telling him that Interpol suspected that he was in Australia, so he moved from Sydney to Melbourne. Biggs had a number of jobs in Melbourne before undertaking set construction work at the Channel 9 TV studios. In Oct 1969, a newspaper report by a Reuters correspondent revealed that Biggs was living in Melbourne and claimed that police were closing in on him. Biggs fled his home, staying with family friends in the outer eastern suburbs of Melbourne. Five months later, he fled on a passenger liner from the Port of Melbourne, using the altered passport of a friend; his wife and sons remained in Australia. Twenty days later, the ship berthed in Panama and within two weeks Biggs had flown to Brazil.

Following disclosure of Biggs’ fathering a child in Brazil, Charmian agreed to a divorce which was completed in 1976. Allowed by authorities to remain in Australia, she sold her story for £40,000 to an Australian media group to enable her to purchase the rented house that the family had lived in at the time of Biggs’s flight to Brazil. Charmian later became an editor, publisher and journalist. Her sons—who later visited Biggs a few times in Brazil— live anonymously. In 2012 Charmian acted as a consultant on the five-part ITV Studios docu-drama Mrs Biggs.

In 1970, when Biggs arrived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil did not have an extradition treaty with the UK. In 1974, ‘Daily Express’ reporter Colin MacKenzie received information suggesting that Biggs was in Rio de Janeiro. This confirmed and the story broke. Jack Slipper of the Yard arrived soon afterwards, but Biggs could not be extradited because his girlfriend, nightclub dancer Raimunda de Castro, was pregnant. Brazilian law at the time did not allow a parent of a Brazilian child to be extradited.

During 1974, in Rio, Biggs, collaborated others to record Mailbag Blues, a musical narrative of his life that he intended to use as a movie soundtrack. This album was left undiscovered until it was finally released in 2004 by whatmusic.com.

In April 1977 Biggs attended a cocktail party on board a Royal Navy frigate which was in Rio for a courtesy visit, but he was not arrested. Though in Brazil he was safe from extradition, Biggs’s status as a known felon meant he could not work, visit bars or be away from home after 10:00 p.m. To provide an income, Biggs’s family hosted barbecues at his home in Rio, where tourists could meet Biggs and hear him recount his involvement in the robbery. Biggs was even visited by former footballer Stanley Matthews. Around this time, “Ronnie Biggs” mugs, coffee cups and T-shirts also appeared throughout Rio.

Biggs recorded vocals on two songs for ‘The Great Rock and Roll Swindle’, Julien Temple’s film about the Sex Pistols. Not only did Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungeon come to their ends in questionable circumstances, but one who knew them, Adam Ant aka Stuart Goddard, had some very bad experiences with the Top Docs, experiences which Stuart Goddard was prevented from talking about in the media.

In March 1981, Biggs was kidnapped by a gang of British ex-soldiers. The boat they took him aboard suffered mechanical problems off Barbados and the stranded kidnappers and Biggs were rescued by the Barbados coastguard and towed into port. The kidnappers hoped to collect a reward from the British police; however, like Brazil, Barbados was found to have had no valid extradition treaty with the United Kingdom (a fact which chess player David Levy claimed to have paid lawyers to unearth) and Biggs was sent back to Brazil. In Feb 2006, Channel 4 aired a documentary featuring dramatisations of the attempted kidnapping and interviews with the ex-British Army soldier who carried it out. The ITN reporter Desmond Hamill paid to accompany Biggs on the private Learjet returning him to Brazil and secured an exclusive interview.

Biggs’s son by de Castro, Michael Biggs, eventually became a member of a successful children’s programme and music band, bringing a new source of income to his father. In a short time, however, the band faded into obscurity, leaving father and son in financial difficulty again.

In 1991, Biggs sang vocals for a German punk band and in 1993, Biggs sang on three tracks for an album by an Argentinian punk band.

In 1997 the UK and Brazil ratified an extradition treaty. Two months later, the UK Gov’t made a formal request to the Brazilian Gov’t for Biggs’s extradition. Biggs had stated that he would no longer oppose extradition. English lawyer Nigel Sangster QC travelled to Brazil to advise Biggs. The extradition request was rejected by the Brazilian Supreme Court, giving Biggs the right to live in Brazil for the rest of his life.

In 2001 Biggs announced to ‘The Sun’ newspaper that he would be willing to return to the UK. Having 28 years of his sentence left to serve, Biggs was aware that he would be detained upon arrival in Britain. His trip back on a private jet was paid for by ‘The Sun’, which reportedly paid Michael Biggs, Ronnie’s son, £20,000 plus other expenses in return for exclusive rights to the news story. Biggs arrived on 7 May 2001, whereupon he was immediately arrested and re-imprisoned.

Michael said that, contrary to some press reports, Biggs did not return to the UK simply to receive health care. On 14 November 2001, Biggs petitioned Governor Hynd of HMP Belmarsh for early release on compassionate grounds based on his poor health. He had been treated four times at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Woolwich in less than six months. His health was deteriorating rapidly and he asked to be released into the care of his son for his remaining days. The application was denied. On 10 Aug 2005, it was reported that Biggs had contracted MRSA. His representatives, seeking for his release on grounds of compassion, said that their client’s death was likely to be imminent. On 26 Oct 2005, the Home Secretary Charles Clarke declined his appeal stating that his illness was not terminal. Home Office compassion policy is to release prisoners with three months left to live. Biggs was claimed by Michael to need a tube for feeding and to have ‘difficulty’ speaking.

On 4 July 2007, Biggs was moved from Belmarsh Prison to Norwich Prison on compassionate grounds. In Dec 2007, Biggs issued a further appeal, from Norwich Prison, asking to be released from jail to die with his family: ‘I am an old man and often wonder if I truly deserve the extent of my punishment. I have accepted it and only want freedom to die with my family and not in jail. I hope Mr. Straw decides to allow me to do that. I have been in jail for a long time and I want to die a free man. I am sorry for what happened. It has not been an easy ride over the years. Even in Brazil I was a prisoner of my own making. There is no honour to being known as a Great Train Robber. My life has been wasted.’

In Jan 2009, after a series of strokes that were said to have rendered him unable to speak or walk, it was claimed in the press that Biggs was to be released in Aug 2009 and would die a ‘free man’. Michael had also claimed that the Parole Board might bring the release date forward to July 2009. On 13 Feb 2009, it was reported that Biggs had been taken to hospital from his cell at Norwich Prison, suffering from pneumonia. This was confirmed the following day by Michael, who said Biggs had serious pneumonia but was stable. News of his condition prompted fresh calls from Michael Biggs for his release on compassionate grounds.

On 23 April the Parole Board recommended that Biggs be released on 4 July, having served a third of his 30-year sentence. However, on 1 July Jack Straw did not accept the Parole Board’s recommendation and refused parole, stating that Biggs was ‘wholly unrepentant’. On 28 July 2009, Biggs was readmitted to Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital with pneumonia. He had been admitted to the same hospital a month earlier with a chest infection and a fractured hip but returned to prison on 17 July 2009. His son said: ‘It’s the worst he’s ever been. The doctors have just told me to rush there.’

On 30 July 2009, it was claimed by representatives of Biggs that he had been given ‘permission’ to challenge the decision to refuse him parole. However, the Home Office stated only that an application for the early release on compassionate grounds of a prisoner at HMP Norwich had been received by the public protection casework section in the National Offender Management Service. Biggs was released from custody on 6 August, two days before his 80th birthday, on ‘compassionate grounds’.

Following his release from prison, Biggs’s health improved, leading to suggestions that he might soon be moved from hospital to a nursing home. In response to claims that Biggs’s state of health had been faked, his lawyer stated, ‘This man is going to die, there is going to be no Lazarus coming back from the dead, he is ill, he is seriously ill.’ Biggs himself stated, ‘I’ve got a bit of living to do yet. I might even surprise them all by lasting until Christmas, that would be fantastic.’

On 29 May 2010, Biggs was again admitted to hospital in London after complaining of chest pain. He underwent tests at Barnet General Hospital. Michael stated that ‘he’s conscious but he’s in a lot of pain’. In Aug 2010, it was claimed by the ‘Sunday Mirror’ that Biggs would be attending a gala dinner where he would be collecting a lifetime achievement award for his services to crime.

On 10 Feb 2011, Biggs was admitted to Barnet General Hospital with another suspected stroke. Michael said he was conscious and preparing to have a CT scan and a series of other tests to determine what had happened. On 17 November 2011, Biggs launched his new and updated autobiography, ‘Ronnie Biggs: Odd Man Out – The Last Straw’, at Shoreditch House, London. He was unable to speak and used a Word board to communicate with the press.

On 12 Jan 2012, ITV Studios announced it had commissioned the drama ‘Mrs Biggs’.  Charmian Biggs acted as a consultant on the series and travelled to Britain from Australia to visit Biggs in Feb 2012, just before the filming.

In March 2013, Biggs attended the funeral of fellow train robber, Bruce Reynolds. In July 2013, ‘The Great Train Robbery 50th Anniversary:1963–2013′ was published, with input from Biggs and Reynolds.

On 18 Dec 2013, aged 84, Biggs died at the Carlton Court Care Home in Barnet. The Rev Dave Tomlinson officiated at Biggs’ funeral, for which he drew public criticism; Tomlinson responded to critics by reminding everyone ‘Judge not, that ye be not judged’.

 

Ronnie Biggs got a rather better deal out of the British criminal justice system and certainly from the NHS than any victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles ever did. Somehow they never managed to escape from prison, although a lot of them were found dead on the ‘medical wing’ in Risley Remand Centre. They didn’t continue to live for years after Top Docs stated that they should be released on compassionate grounds because the end was imminent, indeed a lot of them told Top Docs of serious health problems only to be told in response that there was nothing wrong with them. Neither were they feted by the media. They were denounced as nutters and addicts who had been ‘feral children’ or ‘out of control’ when they were young. If they ever demonstrated that they had been fitted up for crimes, they would be reminded that they were ‘no angel’ and ‘had got away with lots of other things’. But then they didn’t have access to the services of people like Theodore Goddard.

There were people who did object very strongly to the making of a folk hero out of Ronnie Biggs, but in his defence Biggs and co reminded everyone that he was an honest thief, he never killed nobody. The son of the train driver who was coshed on the head during the robbery pointed out that his dad never recovered from his injury. Biggs’ supporters retorted that the train driver died years later of an unrelated condition. Not only do head injuries have long term devastating consequences, but the Top Docs seemed to be keen to help Biggs et al and could well have decided not to flag up the degree of damage done to the train driver.

Even if Biggs et al had not injured anyone, the thing that worries me is the number of crooked professional people who were prepared to help Biggs and his mates. At least some of them will have been among those who helped Dafydd and the paedophiles. That is why, 50 yrs after John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community and after two police investigations, one ‘independent’ investigation and a £13 million Judicial Inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales since 1974, a 71 year old paedophile is currently in King’s College Hospital after escaping during his trial, when he was finally charged with numerous offences that he committed 40 yrs ago. And still we are told that there was no cover-up in north Wales.

Career criminals like Brains Bruce Reynolds make contacts with corrupt professional people via many routes. However I note that before he embarked on his life of crime, Reynolds worked in the Middlesex Hospital. Which was where Gwynne the lobotomist trained and which supplied an alumni network that protected him until the day that he died. In old age, of cancer. Not by hanging in Risley Remand Centre when he was 19 after he complained of being repeatedly sexually assaulted.

 

Other news from north Wales is that a carer at the Heddfan Unit has been jailed for more than five years after appearing in Caernarfon Crown Court for having sex with a patient ‘young enough to be his daughter’. Not just once, but on a number of occasions. Neither did this sound like a Mills and Boon hospital romance – the carer was involved in a relationship with his ex-wife as well as another woman. The patient has stated that she now realises that she was exploited. Presumably Dr Peter Higson, the Chair of the Betsi Board, is now investigating complaints of staff sexually exploiting patients. That’s a new direction – Higson ignored complaints about Dafydd doing this for years when Higson was the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. The carer concerned had worked at the Heddfan Unit since 2001.

In 2006 the Heddfan carer was convicted for ‘outraging public decency’ in a ‘flashing incident’, but the Health Board didn’t know and his employment continued. Can someone explain how his employers didn’t know about that? In 2006 the Betsi Board had not been created – the Heddfan Unit was still managed by the Welsh Gov’t, but by a previous NHS Trust. In 2006 Gangster Gibbons was Health Minister – Gangster Gibbons wrote to me at that time telling me that ‘this correspondence is closed’ when I told him that I had documentary evidence of serious criminal activity in the mental health services in north Wales. Gangster Gibbons knew as well as the rest of us that staff should have been regularly CRB checked to guard against this sort of event. So why didn’t that happen then Gibbons? Furthermore, I know that Martin Jones at the NW Wales NHS Trust wasn’t carrying out CRB checks on his staff either, two different moles told me. Until very recently Martin Jones was Director of the Workforce at the Betsi. Martin Jones’s wrongdoing was one matter about which Gangster Gibbons closed down correspondence with me. For more details on Gangster Gibbons and his deep and meaningful relationship with another fraudster of south Wales, Julian Tudor Hart, see post ‘The Human Stain’.

 

The sex fiend of the Heddfan Unit was not the only carer in north Wales in trouble. An ‘incompetent care worker’, Lee Woods, employed by Wrexham County Borough Council, has been struck off by a Social Care Wales fitness to practice committee, who concluded that he posed a risk to young people and could not be relied upon the deliver a service ‘to individuals’. The concerns were that Woods failed to carry out his boss’s instructions, which included failing to complete housing and welfare rights applications for clients and submitting inaccurate expense claims. Once more, I can only suppose that standards are improving. For years social workers – including senior social workers such as ‘team leader’ Keith Fearns – employed by Gwynedd Social Services flatly refused to give scores of people any ‘service’ at all. Those people did not know about the benefits to which they were entitled so they lived at sub-benefit level and had no chance of gaining accommodation unless they rented or purchased privately because to gain social housing, mental health patients in Gwynedd needed their application endorsed by the Arfon CMHT. The reason for their refusal to assist certain clients was always the same – that they had ‘upset people’. Translated that meant that they’d complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles.

I don’t know if the Arfon Team submitted fraudulent expense claims, but I’d imagine that they’d find that particular temptation hard to resist. They did used to sit in Bangor Morrison’s cafe every morning from 9-30 until 11-30 enjoying a cooked breakfast when they were supposed to be on duty down the road in their office. But then the team alcohol counsellor Tom Harney was an alcoholic who ran a pub on the north Wales coast. When the then CEO of the Betsi Mary Burrows kicked Harney out of his job for seriously neglecting his patients, Harney got a job with Dafydd’s charity CAIS. As an alcohol counsellor of course.

Members of the Arfon Team faced no action even as a result of their threats and harassment of patients until Mary Burrows launched an investigation into them some six years ago and they were subsequently all sacked for seriously neglecting clients. None of them were struck off. Keith Fearns, Julie Evans and Maggie Fookes simply set themselves up as therapists. They are still working.

The Social Care Council has only been in existence since 2016. Lee Woods had worked for WCBC since 2005. Until 2016, the body responsible for regulating Lee’s standards at work was the Care Council for Wales. There is no mention in the reports re Lee that his standards had slipped – according to WCBC he had always been hopeless, lied when he was caught out, refused to undertake training and could not be improved. The Care Council for Wales missed all that then. Who was the CEO of the Care Council for Wales throughout its entire existence? Step forward Rhian Huws Williams.

Rhian has been a paedophiles’ friend for 35 years now, as a result of her long career in social work in Wales, which began at UCNW back in the 1970s. Rhian spent some years as a training officer for mental health social work in Wales. Rhian has lived through it all – the deaths of witnesses, the police investigations, the Jillings Investigation and the Waterhouse Inquiry. She knew nuzzing. Just as she didn’t know about Lee Woods. Rhian was made a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards in 2014. She doesn’t write Cynghanedd or anything like that, so I presume that Rhian has got in there by being a mate of Dafydd’s or Robyn Lewis’s.

 

Teachers who are members of the NASUWT at Connah’s Quay High School have gone on strike on the grounds that they are ‘fearful’ of senior management. My post ‘I Warn You…’  describes the dreadful senior management of Holyhead School some 16 years ago – although the regime was in place for a few more years after that – by the Head Margaret Chantrell and her total fuckwit of a Deputy, Gerald Hewitson. The whole of north Wales knew how serious the problems were and the classroom teachers were being scapegoated. Most of the teachers at Holyhead were actually very good but they were constantly undermined by Chantrell and Hewitson. Chantrell and Hewitson did have one accomplice on the staff however – the vile Gill Dennis. Dennis volunteered to be a mentor for student teachers on placement from Bangor University and systematically tried to blow them all out of the water. According to Dennis, in the year in which I did teacher training (2000-01), none of the student teachers but one were sufficiently competent enough to qualify. Dennis came gunning for me as well, but I didn’t link her activities with Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends because before she even met me she tried to completely ruin the career of one student teacher who had been on placement at Holyhead School the term before me. Bangor University had to step in and protect all the student teachers whom Dennis tried to fail or force to withdraw from the course. I mentioned that there was one student whom Dennis did find acceptable – Dennis had such a high opinion of her that she told her to apply for a vacancy as a science teacher that was coming up and also told her that she would almost certainly be offered the job, so impressive was she. On the big day, this candidate was not offered the job. She never understood why. Gill Dennis later commented that she didn’t get the job because she wore a jumper for the interview rather than a blouse. (It wasn’t a Gyles Brandreth jumper – it was an upmarket lightweight jumper made of fine wool, which she wore with an equally upmarket suit.)

The irony was that Gill Dennis was very obviously rather unkempt and neglected herself. Her standard wear was nylon trousers with a plastic jacket, she was usually pretty grubby and unusually for someone in a professional job she had very bad teeth – they were well on the way to being blackened stumps. I’m not making these observations simply to kick Dennis in the chops – although she richly deserves it – but because I and another person noticed that those choppers of hers did resemble the sort of decaying teeth that long term amphetamine users often end up with…

On the day before I finished my placement at Holyhead, Gill Dennis told me that she’d had a bellyful of Holyhead School, she hated us, she didn’t care about us or the school and the only reason why she volunteered to be a mentor to the student teachers was to get a good reference from Gerald Hewitson in order to secure another job near Merseyside. Dennis didn’t even live in north Wales, she lived on the Wirral and drove to Holyhead every day.

Because Gill Dennis couldn’t actually point to anything that the trainee teachers had done wrong, she maintained that none of us should be allowed to qualify because we ‘lacked professionalism’.

Gerald Hewitson sexually harassed one of the trainee teachers whilst she was on placement at Holyhead School.

As Holyhead School finally imploded, Margaret Chantrell whined about the people of Holyhead in a media interview and complained that they were such a load of gits that they wouldn’t even support their ‘community school’. The school to which one of Chantrell’s prized members of staff commuted from her home in another country and couldn’t wait to escape.

If anyone knows the reason for Gill Dennis’s desire to destroy the careers of student teachers or whether her teeth had suffered because of amphetamine use, please let me know.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ has reported that raids conducted by the Merseyside Police across Merseyside, the Wirral and in Wrexham have resulted in the seizure of drugs and guns, including a machine gun.

 

Chris Lloyd of the Ogwen Valley Mountain Rescue team was interviewed by the media after the team were called out to rescue walkers who were not only alleged to be very ill-equipped but were also suspected of not being in need of rescuing but just fancied a lift back down the mountain. I know that such things do occasionally happen and when they do, Mr Lloyd and his colleagues get seriously pissed off. What was of interest was the identity of two local rent-a-gobs who also commented, neither of the rent-a-gobs being members of the Mountain Rescue team themselves.

The rent-a-gobs in question were the leader of Conwy County Council, Gareth Jones OBE and the Tory MP for Aberconwy, Guto Bebb. Bebb stated that people rescued by the Mountain Rescue team should have to fund their own rescue and Gareth Jones said that he shared Bebb’s sentiment, that no-one likes to see public money wasted, but that enforcing payment would be difficult.

Gareth Jones OBE has featured on this blog previously. He is the former Headmaster of Ysgol John Bright and in 1991 was a member of the Cartrefle Panel of Inquiry, which investigated the serious sexual assaults perpetrated on children in Cartrefle, a Clwyd children’s home. Every member of the Panel was someone who had previously concealed child abuse and one member was H.H. Ellis, the crooked County Secretary of Gwynedd County Council who had tried to frame and imprison me (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Not that Gareth Jones needed to have sat on that panel to know what was happening to kids in care in north Wales. Gareth was born in 1939 in Blaenau Ffestiniog, went to Swansea University and then became a teacher and returned to north Wales. He couldn’t have missed that paedophile gang.

Gareth was the Plaid AM for Conway, 1999-03 and for Aberconwy, 2007-11. So Gareth sat in Cardiff Bay when the Waterhouse Report was published and said not a word. £13 million quid that Report cost Gareth – that will be rather more than was spent rescuing the dipsticks from the hills the other day. If you and your associates hadn’t have concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al, that £13 million could have been put to better use.

Gareth lives in Craig-y-Don, Llandudno. Dafydd holds clinics there and has a ‘nursing home’ there as well.

Before Gareth was elected for Aberconwy in 2007, he was Cabinet member of Conwy County Council for finance and resources, as well as leader of the Plaid Group. So Gareth was on that Council whilst Conwy County Council passed homes owned by Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd as being suitable, whilst clients were assaulted, injured and groomed for sex work (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’).

In the 2007 Assembly election, Gareth campaigned on a Save Llandudno Hospital ticket, although the Labour Party denied that downgrading was planned for Llandudno Hospital. I know people who were treated at Llandudno Hospital and they spoke very highly of the care that they received. One is a good friend of mine and I have no reason to disbelieve her. However I also know that Prestwood clients were being taken to Llandudno Hospital with injuries and after suicide attempts and no questions were asked. They were only ever allowed to go for medical care in the company of Prestwood staff and then they were patched up and returned to Prestwood.

Gareth Jones was a member of the Llandudno Hospital Action Group and is a Trustee of St David’s Hospice. St David’s Hospice is run entirely by paedophiles’ friends, Alun Davies was the Chief Executive after he ran the Hergest Unit into the ground and now Trystan Pritchard is Chief Exec. Trystan is a former corrupt NHS manager who, along with Martin Jones, refused to investigate complaints of Ysbyty Gwynedd staff abusing patients when Trystan worked for the NW Wales NHS Trust. See post ‘The CEOs Of St David’s Hospice’.

Trystan is a Freemason. As I am fairly sure is Gareth Jones.

Gareth is also a Board member for Aberconwy Women’s Aid and a Patron of Tyddyn Bach, an HIV centre at Penmaenmawr.

Gareth’s political interests are social justice, the Welsh language and education. So that is why he ignored a paedophile ring that spilt over into the schools and who targeted Welsh speaking as well as English speaking kids.

Guto Bebb went really apeshit about those whom he alleges abuse the Mountain Rescue service. Guto stated that they ‘should be made to take responsibility, both moral and financial, for their actions’.

Guto hasn’t yet featured on this blog but he certainly needs to. Guto Bebb has been the Tory MP for Aberconwy since 2010. He’s been involved in a few controversies in recent years. In 2014 Guto became embroiled in a twitter spat with a constituent who has Aspergers and Guto told him that people with mental health problems should not ‘publicly comment’ no less. Then in 2017 Guto told a constituent who challenged his voting record that he was ‘talking out of his arsehole’. There was more trouble in 2017 as well – Guto was the subject of outrage after he hired his wife as a translator and office worker just before Parliament blocked the practice of MPs employing their relatives.

Guto was born in Wrexham in 1968. As Guto was growing up, the kids in the care homes just down the road from his birthplace were being battered and raped into oblivion. Not that many of them should have been allowed to publicly comment, because so many of them had mental illness diagnoses. They’d only have been talking out of their arseholes. Guto will have been delighted that so many of them didn’t ever comment, having been imprisoned or died so young.

Guto went to Ysgol Sir Hugh Owen, along with some of the kids who were being abused. But they were quietly ignored. Far better to involve oneself with the children of Dafydd Wigley who also went there.  Guto then studied history at Aberystwyth University, when it was run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Guto hasn’t always been a Tory. He used to be a Plaid activist and was Chairman of Caernarfon Plaid. Er – Guto, it was Plaid-dominated Gwynedd County Council with their HQ in Caernarfon who knew that their children’s homes were full of paedophiles but took no action wasn’t it?

One of my friends knew Guto. She went on a business course and Guto was doing some of the teaching. Guto told the class how hopeless the Welsh Assembly are at matters business. They probably are Guto, but nothing rivals the fuckwittery, corruption and nepotism re ‘business development’ that prevails at Gwynedd County Council.

I don’t know Guto but I think that he might know me. I was next to him shopping in Caernarfon Morrison’s once – he was pushing a trolley full of small children – and he was very icy towards me. I only knew who he was because I recognised his photo. Yes, Guto, that was me, that fucking cow who just would not shut up about Dafydd and the paedophiles and who even wrote books and academic articles about the abuse of mental health patients by mental health staff. I know that I shouldn’t be allowed to publicly comment but I’ve written well over 500 posts on this blog now…

 

Anyone interested in Welsh political history knows of Guto’s grandfather, Ambrose Bebb. Ambrose was one of the founders of Plaid, along with Saunders Lewis. Dafydd was a mate of Saunders Lewis and I bet that Dafydd was a mate of Ambrose Bebb as well. Ambrose Bebb also knew J.E. Daniel, the father of the corrupt judge Huw Daniel who was looking forward to imprisoning me in 2004 on the basis of the perjury of Angels from the Hergest Unit.

Ambrose went to Aberystwyth Univerrsity when an earlier generation of paedophiles’ friends ran the place and when it produced scores of law graduates who became corrupt lawyers and judges who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. When Ambrose was a student at Aber he published an article in support of the 1916 Easter Rising in Ireland which was banned by the College authorities. Ambrose spent much of his life teaching at Coleg Normal, the teacher training college which trained scores of paedophiles’ friends.

Ambrose Bebb was one of the early members of Plaid who gave Plaid the tag of being a fascist – even a Nazi-supporting – party. Ambrose Bebb did not support the Nazis, he was one of a number of Plaid leaders who had links with French Catholic nationalist far-right groups.

I don’t agree with everything that your grandfather wrote Guto, but I would never have told him that he didn’t have the right to publicly comment. But then I’m not an offensive hypocrite of a paedophiles’ friend am I.

‘They should be made to take responsibility, both moral and financial, for their actions’. £13 fucking million on a rigged enquiry Guto. So that your associates didn’t go to prison.

 

The Mountain Rescue teams in north Wales get a great deal of good PR and I’m sure that for the most part they do a worthwhile job, but there are members past and present of the Mountain Rescue teams who could give police statements about certain matters. One member of the Ogwen team is Phil Benbow, who is a senior nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd and for a long time was a senior nurse in the Hergest Unit. Phil Benbow did not abuse patients himself but he bloody well knew that it was happening. Phil was walking onto wards where patients had just been assaulted and had visible injuries. He was told how those injuries happened as well. Time to speak out Phil? Patients died up there. Not on your shifts, but you knew that place was crawling with dangerous violent Angels and that patients were not safe.

One abuser who was involved with Mountain Rescue in north Wales – but I don’t think that it was the Ogwen team – was dear old Stephen Gallagher (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’). A past leading light in the Ogwen team was the late Tony Jones, a lecturer at Bangor University, who was close friends with many corrupt officers in the North Wales Police and used to get his mates to arrest students that he didn’t like just for a laugh. An aspiring policeman also volunteered with the Ogwen team. He didn’t get into the police force – something was found on his record when he was 19 that caused the North Wales Police to turn his application down. He was very angry about it at the time, but the North Wales Police wouldn’t budge. So he joined the Mountain Rescue team and then became a paramedic! I was told that the past event that the police had objected to was a violent incident. So someone put him in a green jump suit and stuck him in the back of an ambulance instead.

 

Vaughan Gething has announced that the Welsh Gov’t is to outlaw smoking in the fresh air in the grounds of public buildings, including hospitals, because of the risk to people’s health from passive smoking. Sharing thousands of cubic meters of fresh air with someone puffing on a fag is not the same as a newborn sharing a box room with someone chain smoking High Tar No 6 or Woodbines Vaughan. Before you worry about first world problems, I suggest that you ask yourself what else might be going wrong in the mental health services of the Betsi after the Tawel Fan Scandal and now the imprisonment of the flasher who was employed as a carer for having sex with a patient.

 

Carwyn has made a speech at Wales’s annual TUC conference in Llandudno. Carwyn told a lot of lies about the NHS – it is of course excellent – and talked about other achievements of his that the Wales TUC might not have been that impressed with, because Carwyn isn’t Jeremy Corbyn. Not that the Wales TUC will be in a position to point the finger at anyone now that it has been made public that Edwina Hart – the former Chair of Wales TUC – when she was Minister for the Economy and Finance, dished out business support funding in return for sexual favours (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

 

Lastly I am delighted to be able to report another breakthrough from CR UK, who seem to have discovered many earth-shattering new things since this blog provided details of the previous research frauds conducted by people funded by CR UK. The latest breakthrough has been made by a research team from Cardiff (where else?). We are told that a method has been found of completely destroying cancer cells in ovarian cancer whilst leaving healthy tissue untouched. Details of viruses which have been ‘trained’ to recognise cancer cells were provided, along with info about the everyday habits of viruses, accompanied by the obligatory diagrams of the double helix. (Which might have to stop because somebody has just popped up with a challenge to the double helix model.) The main problem with ovarian cancer is diagnosing it in the first place and the Cardiff team don’t seem to be addressing that. Although we were told that the ‘cure’ ‘could soon be a possibility’, I note that the experiments have been conducted on mice and the work has not yet reached clinical trials. Work on mice takes many years before it translates into interventions in the clinic. Furthermore, the attrition rate of those procedures is very high – the vast majority of new drugs etc fall at the many hurdles between ‘it’s worked on the mice and the mice haven’t died’ stage and the ‘safe and effective in humans, ready for the clinic’ stage. Cardiff are jumping the gun.

 

 

 

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Verity continues:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braid geared up even more:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where have I encountered such logic before?

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

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

 

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

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

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

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

 

The Banality Of Evil

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know.’

‘There was no evidence of any criminal conspiracy.’

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

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

 

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

 

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

#ME TOO!!

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’ve got the lot Ron!

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

paedophile – pedoffilydd

rape – trais rhywiol

hooker – putain (plural = puteindra)

brothel – putaindy

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

I was told that my meeting with Rob Evans was to discuss the constant aggro between Brandt, Fearns and me. However Rob didn’t discuss that. Instead Rob gave me a tutorial on ‘changing social work practice’. He explained that what was once acceptable is not any more. As an example, Rob Evans explained that when he used to take children into care, he would take their shoes away because if he didn’t they would run off. (People who had been in care in north Wales explained when they were adults that they had tried to run away from the beatings and the buggery but social workers took their shoes away so they couldn’t escape.) Rob told me that he knew some people in north Wales hated him but he didn’t care because he knew that he had done the right thing by taking their kids into care because they didn’t know how to look after them. I spent a long while wondering whether Rob Evans was just stupid, but I have come to the conclusion that he is pure bloody evil.

I last saw Rob Evans just before I left Bangor, in Tesco no less. When he saw me he told me that if ‘arrassed him he’d call the police.

Rob Evans made a record of his meeting with me and what happened afterwards. After meeting me, Evans held a meeting with Keith Fearns and asked Fearns what he wanted him (Evans) to do with me. Fearns replied ‘lock her up’. Evans documented that he told Fearns that wasn’t possible. Fearns repeated ‘lock her up’. Evans recorded that there was no solution to this situation and because he was being transferred to a new role the following day the matter would no longer be his responsibility.

When Rob Evans gave evidence to the Waterhouse Inquiry he explained that after running the children’s services in Gwynedd, he transferred to mental health. Rob told Waterhouse that the mental health services in north west Wales had been recognised as being among the best in Europe. But then Dafydd kept appearing in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ describing himself as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’.

For the details on Rob and his child molesting colleagues, see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’.

 

In the autumn of 1994 Dafydd was writing to the MDU making ludicrous allegations, such as that I had thrown a rock through the glass door of his house at 3 am one morning, for which he did not have a shred of evidence (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). When Dafydd described events that had actually taken place as opposed to those events he described which had simply never happened at all, it was the actions of people other than me that Dafydd detailed. But nonetheless, Dafydd knew that I was the wicked genius behind it all. It was certainly true that Dafydd was the subject of much piss-taking and the butt of many jokes, but I didn’t need to encourage anyone to do that, Dafydd himself was quite sufficient. One example of ‘criminal damage’ to Dafydd’s Range Rover with which the MDU was supplied occurred when a Hergest patient drew a cartoon and carefully tucked it under one of the windscreen wipers. The incident had arisen because a group of patients had watched Dafydd arrive at the hospital, park illegally, ignore the pleas of the parking attendant – who was actually one of the patients, a man called Emlyn (one of those who died shortly after the day centre was shut and scores of patients became destitute) – and had started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One woman said ‘well he says the most dreadful things to you, but I think he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Whereupon someone else said ‘what do you think he is, a Zen master??’ and drew a cartoon of a Buddha with Dafydd’s face under the slogan ‘prepare for Nirvana’ and placed it under Dafydd’s wiper. Not only did Dafydd attribute the incident to me – no I wasn’t responsible, but I did think that it was quite entertaining – but Dafydd maintained that his windscreen wiper had been wrenched back, buckled and needed repairing at the garage.

The MDU did not ask Dafydd to produce any evidence for any of his allegations. They presented them all in court as uncontested matters of fact.

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to John Mullen, the CEO of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, telling Mullen that he’d ordered the MDU to raise an injunction against me. Dafydd CC’d this letter to Keith Thomson. I don’t know what Thomson’s job title was at the time, but Keith Thomson eventually became the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust. Thomson refused to investigate serious complaints and also refused to co-operate with external NHS investigations. He declared me and a number of other people to be ‘vexatious complainants’ and on those grounds refused to answer our correspondence. On Keith Thomson’s watch, north west Wales had the second highest suicide rate among women of any area in England and Wales. It was Thomson who was summoned before the High Court in Cardiff in 2005 and ordered to hand over all documentation relating to me or face imprisonment for contempt of court. Hours later Thomson resigned. An article subsequently appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ entitled ‘Ten Years At The Top For Keith’ waxing lyrical about Thomson’s glorious career and how he was now retiring. Thomson was then awarded an OBE. He didn’t retire. Thomson went down to Pembrokeshire and became CEO of the NHS Trust there. Where there was havoc in the NHS and a paedophile ring in operation.

Rhodri Morgan was FM when Thomson was let loose on the NHS in west Wales. There was a paedophile gang in operation in west Wales which had links to the one in north Wales – Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who was in post whilst the paedophile gang in were busy on his turf, had previously been County Secretary of Dyfed County Council, whilst a paedophile gang were busy there (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Rhodri’s wife Julie is a former social worker who was Assistant Director of Barnardo’s. Some Barnardo’s staff were involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

 

More recently I heard that Barry Shingles had always expected to become CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, but Thomson knifed him and usurped. Shingles committed suicide.

 

On 3 Nov 1994 Dafydd obtained a High Court injunction against me on the basis of a truly extraordinary affidavit in which he discussed his anus of all things (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). The official who served the injunction on me had read it and was laughing, I was later told that the Bangor police heard about the contents and were having a good laugh and I took it into the Hergest Unit to show everyone. Tony Francis was attempting to section one patient on that day for unclear reasons and interestingly enough when this man recited the contents of the injunction and told the assessing ‘second opinions’ that it had been passed around the day centre to great amusement, all talk of sectioning him was quietly dropped. This man was yet another person who disappeared without trace after the day centre closed. He was a lecturer from Bangor University who had experienced a breakdown. Bright, well-read and someone who would have been in a position to witness just how outrageous and crazy Dafydd’s conduct was if there was ever any sort of inquiry into the abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales.

So is Dave Nunn now dead along with all the rest of the witnesses then Dafydd?

 

Someone who will be in a position to give the police information concerning the mistreatment of patients during this time is Sharon Thomas  who worked as Tony Francis’s secretary in 1994.

 

An injunction wasn’t enough for Dafydd. He also demanded that an alarm system be installed in the Hergest Unit – because of the danger that I represented to him. On 1 Nov 1994 Alun Davies wrote a letter to John Mullen regarding the alarm system as required by Dafydd. Alun Davies estimated the cost at 25k and told Mullen in his letter that he wanted to discuss the funding with Mullen.

Meanwhile, I had made representation about Dafydd’s injunction. Not about the fact that Dafydd had discussed his anus in the affidavit or the crazed allegations that another patient losing his temper with Dafydd and telling Dafydd that he was going to stick a hand-grenade up Dafydd’s bum was evidence that I was about to murder Dafydd using a rectal method. I had made representation because among the gossip, speculation and mad fantasy in Dafydd’s injunction, he had breached confidence. He had provided clinical details of a matter involving me many years previously which had no relevance to the injunction or to any of Dafydd’s claims re the danger that I presented to him. I remembered how many times people had told me that they wouldn’t complain about Dafydd ‘because he knows things about me and he’ll tell people’. I knew enough to know that Dafydd was not on sound ground including some of the comments that he had in his affidavit. So I wrote to the NHS authorities in north Wales making it clear that Dafydd had now done what he was constantly alleged to do in the face of challenge – he had breached confidence and this time in the High Court in Liverpool.

On 11 Nov 1994 John Mullen wrote to the Medical Director of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, Jeremy Corson, asking him to investigate my complaint re Dafydd and the breach of confidence.

On 16 Jan 1995 Ian Rickard, now styled as the ‘Head of Mental Health Services and Project Manager’, wrote to me concerning my complaint re Dafydd’s injunction. Rickard stated that ‘any personal information about you was likely only to have been read out in open court in Liverpool, I feel that this is sufficiently far enough away to offer you anonymity…I conclude therefore that in this case confidence has not been breached’.

However Ian Rickard didn’t actually send the letter to me.

On the same day –  16 Jan 1995 – Rickard also wrote to Tony Francis saying ‘perhaps you will be kind enough to show my letter to Dr DA Jones when you next see him. I am not sure of the appropriateness of sending him a copy.’ Rickard also stated that I ‘may become quite upset by the outcome of my deliberations’ and thus he had sent the letter to me to Ella – the nurse who ran the day centre – ‘to discuss with me’.

So Ian Rickard didn’t actually carry out an investigation – his response was a result of his ‘deliberations’. He had sought no advice at all, let alone legal advice and had just written back telling me that because Dafydd only breached confidence in OPEN COURT in Liverpool and I lived near Bethesda, that wasn’t really breaching confidence. Furthermore Ian Rickard knew that he shouldn’t have sent a copy of his letter to me to Jones – so he sent a copy of it to Tony Francis, so that Francis could give a copy to Jones. Rickard also knew that I was likely to be highly unsatisfied with his response – so he was sending the letter to Ella. Perhaps to stop me from picking up a phone and calling a lawyer?

Ian Rickard, soon after doing all this, was appointed Head of Mental Health for Gwynedd Community Health Trust. Is it surprising that the Hergest Unit was in crisis and the suicide rate in north west Wales was one of the highest in the UK?

 

Dafydd, Rickard and Francis had their arses fully covered. On 24 Jan 1995  Tony Francis wrote to Dr Chris Jones, consultant forensic psychiatrist for the North Wales Forensic Service, Unit 2, Clwydian House, Wrexham Technology Park, asking for a forensic opinion regarding the danger that I posed to Dafydd. Francis told Chris Jones that there are ‘extensive notes available about her…which I refer you to’. These were of course the notes that Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends had written about me. Detailing assaults on Top Doctors and Angels that I had not carried out, rocks that I had not thrown through Dafydd’s door, Top Doctors that I had not tried to stab or throttle and people whom I had not tried to kill. Except that Dafydd, Francis et al forgot to mention that although they had lovingly documented all of these crimes there was absolutely no evidence at all that the crimes had even been committed let alone that it was me who had committed them.  Francis CC’d his letter to Jeremy Corson and to Dr Madelin Osborn.

 

Madelin Osborn – her name is spelt thus on my documents, although it is probable that the correct spelling is different, this lot did not know how to spell the names of their own colleagues or their patients – is someone else who needs to make a police statement. Madelin Osborn was a Top Doctor at the Hergest Unit who joined the exodus as the publication of the Waterhouse Report drew near. Madelin Osborn was the doctor of the female patient who was unlawfully sectioned by Jackie Brandt and kept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for three days with no clothes or access to her relatives. When the young woman’s parents complained, they claimed to have been told ‘lie after lie after lie’. Then the young woman was evicted from her rented house after she locked the door to try to stop Brandt coming in – Brandt called the police who broke the door down and Brandt then sectioned the young woman. This young woman used to appear to make a good recovery on a number of occasions and would begin new jobs and undertake postgrad courses – whereupon Tony Francis would state that she was becoming ill, alter her medication and within a month she’d be sectioned again. Before this patient ended up in the Hergest Unit she’d been leading a rather yuppyish life in London working for Marco Pierre White when a number of things happened to her that she found very upsetting. She was ‘sent home’ (she came from Gwynedd) by a Top Doctor in London and ended up in Ysbyty Gwynedd after her encounter with Brandt. Her only wish was to recover and resume her life in London but she kept being told by mental health staff in north Wales that ‘people in London don’t want to see you again’. I wonder why that was? Then there was the occasion on which she was sectioned in Ysbyty Gwynedd and she swore blind that Tony Francis had tried to get into her room and had exposed himself to her. Well she was completely bonkers, how could anyone ever believe such a thing. Her complaint was not upheld.

Step forward Madelin Osborn, you are needed in north Wales – to tell the truth for once in your life.

 

I’m not sure what a forensic psychiatry service was doing on a technology park in Wrexham, such services are usually in hospitals. However the two children homes where very serious abuse of children was happening in north Wales – Bryn Alyn and Bryn Estyn – were located close to Wrexham and forensic psychiatrists were constantly being called upon to assess the kids. Whilst Chris Jones was in business on the Wrexham Technology Park, a full police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales had been undertaken, the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was well underway and Nicola Davies QC was conducting a review of the documentation concerning child abuse in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was justified. Dead former kids in care and psych patients were turning up everywhere.

Not that the police had found any evidence at all of a paedophile ring, despite a number of ‘care’ staff and teachers going to prison for abusing the children in their care. The month before Francis wrote to Chris Jones asking for a ‘forensic opinion’ on me, Gordon Anglesea won his libel case…

 

On 9 Feb 1995 John Allen, the owner and manager of the Bryn Alyn Community, was convicted of indecent assault against six former residents and received six years imprisonment.

 

On 13 Feb 1995 Gwynedd Community Health Trust’s solicitor Tony Lane wrote to John Mullen re Dafydd’s breach of confidence in Court in Liverpool. Lane mentioned that Hempsons – the MDU solicitors – had acted for Dafydd.

On 27 Feb 1995 Hefin Davies, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust wrote to Tony Lane requesting his advice. Was Hefin’s letter seeking legal guidance re Dafydd and the breach of confidence? No. Hefin was asking Tony Lane if there was any more that they could do to have me prosecuted.

On 9 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to me maintaining that Dafydd’s affidavit was not read out in open court, it was presented to a judge ‘in High Court chambers in a private hearing’. Mullen knew that Rickard had previously written to me stating that there was no breach of confidence because the case had only been heard in open court in Liverpool because Mullin mentioned Rickard’s letter.

So either Ian Rickard was lying or John Mullen was.

On 16 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to Dafydd. Mullen refers to Dafydd sharing my complaint regarding the breach of confidence with Jeremy Corson and makes a reference to the MDU’s ‘latest letter’. Mullen asks Dafydd to ask the solicitors who dealt with the injunction – Hempsons – whether they considered a breach of confidence likely to occur.

I suppose that is an advance on Ian Rickard spouting lies as he thought of them, telling Ella to break the bad news to me and then giving Francis a copy of a letter to give to Dafydd when he knew damn well that Dafydd should not have been given access to the letter, but nonetheless I doubt that John Mullen made much headway asking Hempsons – who had breached confidence – whether they thought that they had breached confidence.

The issue of the breach of confidence on the part of Dafydd was never resolved. Neither did anyone ever explain why so many lies were told about the ‘investigation’ of the complaint.

The merry go round continued after this date – there were further attempts to have me declared dangerous and to prosecute me…

As for Chris Jones, the forensic psychiatrist most conveniently placed near to Wrexham. Well he came up trumps amazingly enough – Chris Jones effectively told Francis that he thought that he was making a fuss about nothing and that the chance of me launching a murderous attack on Dafydd was really rather low. So Francis just made another referral for me to see Chris Jones after a decent interval had passed, stressing to Chris Jones that I really was potentially very dangerous.

The one thing that I remember discussing with Dr Chris Jones was the abuse of vulnerable people in institutional care. Chris Jones agreed that it was a substantial problem – he commented that the abuse of elderly people in care homes was a major problem and he thought that it would soon break as a major scandal.

I heard years later that Chris Jones was one of the mental health professionals from north Wales who had a nervous breakdown and left the area. Chris Jones didn’t seem to be quite so mad and sadistic as many of his colleagues, which was probably why he didn’t survive working with that bunch of lunatics. Take it as a compliment Dr Jones, you weren’t barking mad and you wouldn’t lie about me. At least you’re not looking at a prison sentence for being an accessory.

Not being mad and abusive certainly took a high toll on mental health staff in north Wales. My post ‘The Blog Post Which Was Hacked Can Now Be Read’ detailed Dafydd’s missile that he fired at Don Campbell the Assistant Director of Nursing Services (Psych), in July 1988 after Campbell refused to break the law and lock me in a room. Dafydd went absolutely wild and wrote to Huw Thomas, the General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority, accusing Campbell of ‘gross impertinence’ and demanding his head on a plate.

Bruce Napier, the very pleasant clinical psychologist who didn’t hate the patients, left Hergest and took up a mental health research job at Bangor University. I was told that before long Bruce Napier announced his desire to ‘get out of the NHS’ and he went to England to live on a canal boat. I don’t know for sure but I suspect that Bruce Napier was hounded out. He crossed the path of Dafydd. When Gwynedd Health Authority were not doing a very good job of trying to persuade Dafydd to retire, it was left to Bruce Napier to tell Dafydd that Dafydd didn’t have an office in the Hergest Unit. Dafydd did of course have a room in which to work for the one day a week that he spent at the Hergest, but it didn’t have a brass name plate on the door and Dafydd was fuming. The others were too frightened to tell Dafydd, so they got Bruce Napier to do it. Then Bruce Napier had to go on Welsh news and defend the Gwynedd Community Health Trust when Dafydd was making guest appearances on Kilroy, the Kane Debates, Welsh news, S4C and telling everyone that in making him retire the Trust was ensuring a certain death for the many patients whom depended upon Dafydd. The matter would have been settled had anyone just gone on tele and said ‘look he’s sexually exploiting the patients, running a paedophile gang, flogging drugs and dishonest expert witness reports and what’s more he’s got a load of people shut in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital’. But no-one did, not even Bruce Napier, even later on from the safety of his barge. He probably feared being torpedoed.

I also wondered if Nerys Owen might have been ‘dealt with’ after challenging Slob Ingham. On our last meeting with Nerys, Nerys told me and the other patient who complained about Slob with me that if ever we needed her again we should not hesitate to get in touch because she would not tolerate the mistreatment of patients. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ described how in 1997 I and another person – the same person who made representation with me about Slob Ingham – were arrested and prosecuted after Bridget Lloyd, one of Slob’s colleagues, told a pack of lies about us threatening her. The case collapsed – but not until after we had both been banned from the hospital and yes, referred to Dr Chris Jones and the forensic team again as dangerous nutters – and there was a flat refusal to apologise to us. We contacted Nerys but only received a weak frosty letter saying that the law had taken its course. There is a document in my collection signed by Nerys during that period of time which demonstrates that she obediently went along with the general insanity of the paedophiles’ friends, signing off records of meetings as ‘fair and accurate’ when the meetings were held by people who never made fair and accurate records of anything.

I presume that Nerys Owen was probably a wolf in sheep’s clothing all along. She reached a senior position in a totally corrupt organisation and was in that position between 1994-1999 and possibly for much longer. It’s unlikely that she’ll have been able to do that without being complicit with some dreadful things. I don’t think that she was a psych nurse, so she’ll have been a general nurse or a midwife and someone knew about those psych patients at the North Wales Hospital being sterilised in order to stop them becoming pregnant because the staff were having sex with them, the theft of the babies of the female patients who had not been sterilised, the disappearance of the girls in the children’s homes who had become pregnant after being raped by the ‘care staff’ and the horrors of the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

Nerys Owen must also have been complicit with the running down and then the closing of the day centre at the Hergest Unit during the duration of the Waterhouse Inquiry, which ensured that a considerable number of psych patients became destitute and died.

Let’s have a chorus of that old favourite by The Jam, ‘A Town Called Malice’…

 

In May 1995 it was announced that the Welsh Office had appointed Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the documentary evidence related to the abuse of children in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was warranted. Nicola subsequently discovered that all the paperwork from 1989 onwards was missing!

On 26 June David Hunt returned as Secretary of State for Wales until 5 July 1995. Just for a few days – whilst the deal to pretend that Dafydd was being retired off was completed (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’) and the public were told that the North Wales Hospital had been shut (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). It hadn’t. Gwynfryn Ward remained open and there are allegations that it remained open until 2000. But no-one can be sure, because no-one will come clean about when the hospital did eventually close, why so many lies were told about it and what happened to the patients whom were imprisoned out there illegally when it closed. Or failed to close.

So what was Gwynfryn Ward? It was a mother and baby unit. A mother and baby unit is usually a cause for ‘ah’, but it bloody well wasn’t at Denbigh. If anyone knows why an institution which was notorious for brutally warehousing women – often under-aged girls – whose pregnancies were inconvenient to other people, continued to provide that service after the rest of the building was literally falling down, please do let me know.

On 5 July 1995 Stephen Dorrell was appointed as Secretary of State for Health, succeeding Virginia Bottomley. William Hague became Secretary of State for Wales on the same day.

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his house. Brown was sacked from his job at Aston University in the same month.

Hansard records that in April 1995, Julia Lomas of the Lord Chancellor’s Department replied by letter to a question from Alex Carlile confirming that at some point in 1994 Mary Wynch had been paid a paltry sum of money in full and final settlement regarding her litigation against the Public Trustee (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Mary had been unlawfully arrested by Dafydd, had been illegally imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year. She had won her case against Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority et al but they then simply refused to pay Mary her compensation unless Mary returned to court to enforce payment. Mary continued with the case, as well as with the case against the crooked cartel of lawyers and the Public Trustee who had, in collaboration with Dafydd, fleeced her of her money and property in the first place. The Home Office under Michael Howard dealt the final blow in 1994 – without any public announcement – and ruined Mary. Mary was by then an old lady who had been screwed by a bunch of rural gangsters who had enjoyed the full backing of every Gov’t since she had been unlawfully arrested in 1979 by Dafydd. But the real problem went back to the early 1970s – when Mary’s mother died in the ‘care’ of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes. Mary told me that she was convinced that her mother had been killed. But Mary was nuts wasn’t she. Ooh – except that no, she wasn’t, as was admitted when she won her case against Dafydd.

The patients in the Hergest Unit used to openly talk about how Dafydd had killed Mary Wynch’s mother. It was just a standard topic of conversation, in much the same way that everybody else’s other extraordinary Dafydd-related anecdotes were. Mary always maintained that her mother had been killed by an overdose of barbiturates. One Hergest patient had the measure of Dafydd’s bare-faced lies and used to do a Dafydd voice and rant on about how he only told the nurses to give Mary Wynch’s mother half a Kalm before bedtime and of course that was nothing like an overdose of barbiturates. In fact the patients got so used to the staff just closing their ears to terrible Dafydd-horrors that dares would be undertaken to see if staff could be moved. One such dare involved one patient carrying a rubber plant and walking up to a senior nurse in Ysbyty Gwynedd and saying ‘I did not murder Mary Wynch’s mother and this plant was not the murder weapon. It was Dr DA Jones wot dun it and he used an overdose of barbiturates’. And the nurse said ‘yes dear’ and walked off, leaving a gang of Hergest patients rolling around laughing.

‘We didn’t know’.

The same patient was accused by Dafydd of lying on one occasion, so he responded by saying ‘I lied, you murdered’.

DAVID HUNT WAS SECRETARY OF STATE FOR WALES WHILST MUCH OF THIS WAS HAPPENING. THE MAN IS A FUCKING LAWYER.

In Dec 1995 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that Nicola Davies QC’s review had concluded that a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales was not justified. William changed his mind a few months later and orchestrated the Waterhouse cover-up.

Nicola is now Dame Nicola and has been the Presiding judge of the Wales Circuit.

In Feb 1996 the Jillings Report regarding the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was completed. I can’t say that it was published because it wasn’t. It was heavily redacted and the only people who saw the Report were the insurers and legal advisors of Clwyd County Council – even the Council officers and Councillors were forbidden from reading it. The legal advisor to the Council’s insurers Michael Beloff QC advised that if any Councillor did get their paws on a copy the Council’s insurance should be withdrawn and the Councillors should be held personally responsible for the damages claims that would inevitable follow from former children in care suing. Beloff admitted that this would be a consequence because the abuse of children had been so serious and so well organised over decades that the Council had no defence. Beloff also advised that if Malcolm King, the one Councillor who would not stop asking questions about the abuse of children in the care of the Council, ever found out what was in the Report and publicised it he should be sacked (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Michael Beloff is a colleague and a friend of Cherie Booth. Michael’s dad Max had some years previously helpfully plugged a book on local gov’t and democracy written by Ioan Bowen Rees. Bowen Rees was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst Dafydd’s mistress Lucille was Director of Gwynedd Social Services and the paedophile gang flourished on their watch (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Alison Taylor was sacked by Lucille after raising concerns about the abuse of children in care.

Just to be on the safe side, on 1 April 1996 Clwyd County Council was dissolved as a result of a local authority reorganisation days after the Jillings Report was completed. So even if someone did get hold of a copy of the Report there was no-one to sue. I haven’t been able to find out who makes decisions regarding local authority reorganisations but the disappearance of Clwyd days after that Report was finished really was far too convenient to have been an accident.

The Report was pulped, although in 2013 somebody actually found a copy that had escaped the pulping machine and at last the world was allowed to see what was within. It was so heavily redacted that it was virtually meaningless. All that was known was that something dreadful had gone on in Clwyd for decades and that a great many people had colluded with it.

After Clwyd County Council was dissolved, John Jevons, the Director of Social Services for Clwyd who had worked so successfully with the paedophiles and their friends for so many years (see posts ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’), found himself in need of a job. Director of the Social Services which played host to the biggest child abuse scandal in the UK? No problem. Cardiff City Council snapped him up and Jevons took up the post as Director of Social Services for them almost immediately.

Two of those with a sense of humour who were sitting on Cardiff City Council at the time that Jevons was given a warm welcome were Julie Morgan and Sue Essex. Julie, the social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s – the Barnardo’s who’s staff abused kids in north Wales. Sue Essex – who later became Minister for Finance, Local Gov’t and Public Services in Julie’s husband Rhodri’s Gov’t – was Deputy Leader and then Leader of the Labour Group of Cardiff City Council, 1995-99. Sue had previously graced Leicester University with her presence. I presume that it was Julie and Sue who head-hunted Jevons then. For more Julie n Sue fun, see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’.

In Sept 1996 – virtually as soon as Jevons touched down in Cardiff City Council – the South Wales Police announced a major investigation into the physical and sexual abuse of children at the Taff Vale children’s home in Whitchurch, Cardiff, which had been run by Cardiff City Council. It was feared that hundreds of children had possibly been abused before the home had closed. The police were particularly interested in investigating what had gone in between 1985-91 – there was a belief that a paedophile ring had infiltrated Taff Vale.

Before Alun Michael became an MP he was the Labour Group Whip on Cardiff City Council. Alun Michael was imposed as FM of Wales by Blair and resigned as soon as the Waterhouse Report was submitted, whilst his mates caused a distraction (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’).

Of course Rhodri himself and the paedophiles’ friends went back a long way. In 1966 Rhodri began work in the endemically corrupt Welsh Office with George Thomas et al and in 1974 Rhodri found himself working in City Hall Cardiff.

On 17 June 1996 Welsh Secretary William Hague announced the North Wales Child Abuse Inquiry  aka the Waterhouse Inquiry. On 25th Oct eighteen families were left homeless after a fire at a warehouse engulfed their houses. Eight people were taken to hospital and more than 100 residents of Lightfoot Road, Chester, were evacuated as the blaze destroyed a Pickfords storage depot on the neighbouring Hoole Bridge industrial estate. ‘The houses spontaneously combusted because of the intense heat’, said a Cheshire Fire Service spokeswoman. The warehouse held the care records of children from the Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn homes.

On 21 Jan 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry began at Ewloe, Flintshire.

On 2 May 1997 Tony Blair became Prime Minister.

Peter Howarth died of a heart attack at HMP Wakefield on 24 April 1997, so if anyone was worried about him naming a few people involved in abusing kids in care who were rather grander than bottom feeding social care workers they didn’t have to worry any longer. Particularly as Ioan Bowen Rees had died suddenly in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report, so as the man who ran Gwynedd County Council for years whilst the paedophile ring’s business boomed under his steady hands, Ioan wouldn’t be dropping any clangers either. Ioan was considered an expert on local gov’t and had advised Dafydd Wigley as well as the working party who set up the infrastructure of the National Assembly for Wales under Ron Davies whilst Ron was Secretary of State for Wales.

The Waterhouse Inquiry held its last hearing on 7 May 1998 and on 30 Sept 2000 the Waterhouse Report was handed to the Secretary of State for Wales, Paul Murphy. Murphy stated that he was delighted that a full and transparent investigation had taken place, that there had been no cover-up and that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring outside of north Wales, let alone the involvement of Westminster or Whitehall figures.

For details of the well-planned co-ordinated attempt during 1997-98 on the part of the north Wales mental health services to have me banged up, please see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’.

 

 

A website that is well worth a visit is the site of the North Wales Hospital Historical Society. It is not an historical society, it is a forum for the former staff of the North Wales Hospital and what a source of entertainment it is. Staff leave messages reminiscing about the old days and breaching patients’ confidence, just as they did when they were employed as Angels there. There are messages which are alleged to be from former patients who remember the kindness and the wonderful treatment and who have now become Angels themselves, which I do find a little unbelievable. I suspect that like the positive feedback left on the patient feedback websites about the awful Dr Giles Harborne, a former Denbigh psychiatrist, the messages from grateful former patients have actually been written by former staff.

The North Wales Historical Society website has an observation that no patients from Avallon, the adolescent unit, have left any messages. Avallon was the unit in which Mary Wynch told me that Dafydd encouraged the teenagers to have sex with each other and then the staff would gather around and watch the action. The same correspondent to the website asks if Dafydd is still alive. Yes he’s Chairing his drugs charity CAIS. It is not a surprise that no former patients of Avallon have left messages, they were introduced to a life of street prostitution and hard drugs whilst they were teenagers and most of them died before they were 30.

 

On 31 July 2013 John Allen was charged with 22 indecent assaults and one offence of gross indecency, alleged to have taken place between 1968 and 1989 at Bryn Alyn. The second trial of John Allen on charges of historic sexual and physical abuse took place at Mold Crown Court and on 1 Dec 2014 Allen was sentenced to life imprisonment, with the recommendation that he serves at least 11 years.

 

There has been a great deal written about the collusion of the North Wales Police with Dafydd and the paedophiles. I and other people certainly noticed that when allegations of sexual misconduct/exploitation – or indeed more serious offences – were made against certain people, there was a flat refusal to investigate on the part of absolutely everybody. It didn’t matter how many first hand accounts there were, how many corroborating witnesses, how much supporting documentation, the allegations were simply ignored and if the complainants did not go away they found themselves being charged by the police.

However I do know that this immunity was only enjoyed by certain people. The North Wales Police were certainly not afraid to investigate complaints about other people even if the evidence was extremely shaky. I knew of a case in 1983 involving a teenaged girl from Anglesey who made a complaint of rape against a young man whom she met in a pub in Bangor. The girl was fairly notorious – she felt the need to tell tall stories, really ridiculous ones which even the most trusting person would in the end conclude could not be true. She was also capable of lying through her teeth under all circumstances if she thought that she would benefit from that. She went out boozing in Bangor one night, met a young man and they went up onto Bangor mountain with the intention of consummating the relationship which they had established about 60 mins previously. The young man was too drunk to do very much and he wandered off. Another young man found the girl crying and asked what was wrong. She replied ‘I’ve been raped’. This sort of comment from her wasn’t that unusual – she had told me some really worrying things and it was only when I and my friends had pitched in to help that we discovered that the various dramas hadn’t happened. The young man immediately rang the police and the police did conduct a full scale investigation.

I was involved in the investigation and I remember the detectives visiting me and a female police officer saying ‘I cannot help but be on the side of the girl in rape cases, but she’s told us so many lies that I can’t take that view here’. I hadn’t encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles at the time and I actually gained a very positive view of the detectives working on the case. They were stereotypical coppers – calling women ‘birds’ and wearing macs with the collars turned up – but unlike the drug squad whom I had heard about by then, they didn’t seem to be endemically corrupt. The investigation into the alleged rape took months. It transpired that no rape had occurred or indeed even an attempt at a rape. I wondered if the girl involved would be charged with wasting police time but she wasn’t. I presume that the police did get it right – the girl was alleged to have admitted to a number of people that she hadn’t been raped, she’d told a dramatic story and it had got out of control.

Like many other mental health patients in north Wales, with the exception of a few police officers whom I knew were corrupt, I generally found the police very much more helpful than the mental health services and they undoubtedly protected me and other people from the excesses of the mental health services on a number of occasions.

The problem will have been Westminster, the Attorney Generals – such as Sir Patrick Mayhew – and Whitehall, who were protecting Dafydd and the paedophile gang. A great many police officers would have dearly loved to have dealt with Dafydd et al but they couldn’t. They were being told what to do by organised criminals in high office.

 

What is very clear to me with regard to the documents that I have drawn on to write this post and some others such as ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’, is the key role that the MDU played in protecting a number of Top Doctors whom they knew were abusing patients and perjuring themselves to silence and indeed destroy patients who complained. The MDU and Hempsons were probably more responsible than anyone else for the serious criminality which pervaded north Wales for decades.

There will be a post coming soon naming the movers and shakers in the MDU during those years whilst the MDU ensured that Dafydd and the paedophiles remained in business.

 

Then I’ll be naming a few more of Rhodri Morgan’s circle who knew about it all…

 

One other person who disappeared along with others whom I have previously named on this blog. Nellie. An old lady who was in Bryn Golau Ward the night that I arrived. She was there the next morning and then like the girl who had been abducted, kept in an attic and sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the young man from Wrexham who vanished when another patient who had been in care recognised him, Nellie disappeared. No-one let her out of the front door which was a double door and locked – I last saw her in the kitchen with Angel Iola Edwards. Just near to the back door which was always heavily guarded and was only ever used ‘to bring the catering supplies in and out’. And patients who needed to be disposed of discreetly.

 

There is someone else who is worthy of a mention here. A man who was lurking in the Welsh Office throughout everything detailed in this post – Sir Jon Shortridge. Shortridge joined the Welsh Office in 1984 and  was Private Secretary to both Nicholas Edwards (see post ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’) and Peter Walker (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). In 1995 Shortridge conducted the Senior Management Review of the Welsh Office and in 1997 he was Director of Economic Affairs, responsible for establishing the National Assembly for Wales. Shortridge became Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office in March 1999, then for the newly established National Assembly in May 1999 and then for the Welsh Gov’t, 2007-08. In 2009 Shortridge was appointed interim Permanent Secretary at the Dept of Innovation, Universities and Skills – the Dept led by Mandelson. One of Mandelson’s most senior aides was the daughter of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who did Dafydd and the paedophiles’ as many favours as the MDU. Sir John topped off his long record of public service with a stint as Chancellor of Glyndwr University, an institution run entirely by paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

 

 

The news over the past few days has been very topical with regard to recent posts on this blog. The Welsh Language Commissioner Meri Huws – who has featured on a number of recent posts as a paedophiles’ friend and a bedfellow of other paedophiles’ friends who doubled up as Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t – has crawled out of hiding and tried to convince everyone that she has some sort of plan. Meri has been talking about everyone going on a journey. Meri isn’t very bright, so when she opens her mouth she tends to trot out whatever cliche she has recently heard bandied around in the media. When Meri worked at Bangor University at one point she was banging on about capturing ‘hearts and minds’. One academic with a great deal of knowledge with regard to Meri and her bedfellows observed that with Meri, ‘shock and awe’ was far more likely to be the order of the day. If Meri had known how much entertainment she had provided for the oppressed of Bangor University I think that she’d have probably resigned on the spot.

Cancer is absolutely everywhere in the media, with George Alighaia and Andrew Lansley both announcing that they have advanced bowel cancer and if only they’d ‘got screened’. It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to these two men, I can imagine they must be feeling quite dreadful, but the chances are that a screening programme would not have made much difference. Huge quantities of the research upon which the screening is based is fraudulent and many of the much publicised screening programmes are in chaos. At the same time other headlines screamed that there is now a new joined up cancer programme to be launched that will make care ‘excellent’. Which is weird, because we’ve been told for years that care is already excellent, indeed that the whole NHS is the envy of the world and that UK hospitals are bursting at the seams with Nigerian women who are pregnant with quins who just Come Over Here To Use Our NHS. More sober reflections on the rather poor clinical outcomes of the UK NHS when compared to other European healthcare systems are strangely absent.

Meanwhile amidst the constant PR, people in north Wales who have dared cross the paths of the paedophiles’ friends are refused care, refused pain relief for conditions such as kidney stones which send the Angels and Top Doctors straight for the opiates when they are afflicted and told to go ahead and do it then if they become suicidal. On the occasions when the paedophiles’ friends have been faced with relatives or the odd patient confronting them with their dreadful conduct the response is usually ‘we didn’t know you felt like that’. Well they bloody well know exactly how I feel about them now that this blog has gathered a readership.

BBC News Wales is trumpeting the new proton beam centre in Newport and how this is going to revolutionise cancer care and Save Lives. Only if you’ve got a lot of money – that centre is a private concern but that doesn’t seem to have received much media coverage.

Winnie Mandela has died and amongst all the tributes people are doing their best to play down the unfortunate business of the necklace killings and the murder of Stompie McKenzie. It is stressed that Winnie suffered at the hands of the South African police under apartheid. I’m sure that she did, the South African police were deeply unpleasant, but it wasn’t the South African police who were targeted in the necklace killings and I don’t think that Stompie McKenzie was a white South African policeman under apartheid either. I seem to remember that he was a 14 year old black boy…

The Mail Online had a Rolf Harris exclusive in which they revealed that Rolf has held a birthday party attended by friends at which he played the didgeridoo. It was a bit of a non-story but I did notice that according to the Mail, one of Rolf’s guests was his ‘old friend’ Timmy Mallett. Most people know Timmy Mallett as a rather over the top children’s entertainer from the 1980s, but I was gobsmacked a few years ago to discover that there is a Timmy Mallett suite at the Gladstone Library in Hawarden. The Gladstone Library – it was called St Deiniol’s Library until quite recently – is a residential library in north Wales. It’s got fantastic collections and you can just go and stay there for a few days and bury yourself in interesting reading matter. It has a strong theological side and is a favourite place for clergy and theologians to hang out. I was completely confused by Timmy Mallett’s association with the Gladstone Library until someone told me that Timmy Mallett’s dad was a clergyman with links there and Timmy Mallett, having made a great deal of money, is a benefactor of the institution. I have found out that the Rev Michael Mallett studied for ordination at St Deiniol’s – as it was then – in the mid 1960s. I’m sorry to go on about it all the time, but Flintshire – the location of the Gladstone Library – was at the heart of the powerbase of the paedophiles’ friends in the 1960s. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and co came from Flintshire and many of them had connections with the Church. Timmy Mallett was born in Cheshire. Just down the road from Chester – where the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring which later numbered Sir Peter Morrison operated. A former Bishop of Chester has been recently named as having been involved.

 

The Mail Online also published a furious article by Daniel Janner, the late Greville’s son. Daniel was hurling venom in the direction of Alison Saunders, who has just announced that she will be standing down as DPP. Daniel maintains that it was Alison Saunders who cruelly put Greville through hell after demanding that there be a trial of the facts with regard to the allegations against Greville. Most people believe that Alison Saunders did Greville a very big favour – she did all she could not to prosecute Greville despite considerable evidence against him and she only announced a trial of the facts after public fury. The announcement came so late that Greville died before a trial of the facts could take place.

Daniel is furious that he was interviewed by the police himself and asked if Greville had ever abused him. I can understand that Daniel may not have been very impressed with that line of questioning, but presumably, Daniel was able to say no – Daniel is a barrister, he is not going to feel intimidated by the police. Daniel fumed about his father being degraded in public, as a doubly incontinent elderly man being accused. Well I didn’t know that Greville was doubly incontinent and I don’t expect that many other people did either, so Daniel seems to have been responsible for inflicting that particular bit of lack of dignity upon his father himself.

Daniel maintains that the CPS was great until Alison Saunders became DPP. Not only was the CPS deeply flawed and notably failed to prosecute certain people for serious offences – including some politicians – despite files of evidence being submitted, but the CPS prosecuted people like me for ludicrous trivial offences. In 1993 Daniel I was prosecuted for ‘staring at a social worker’. In 2002 I was prosecuted because I had told an NHS secretary over the phone that her boss was a fat idiot. The social worker whom I looked at and the fat idiot were both involved in facilitating a paedophile gang. Furthermore Alison Saunders was the first DPP to be appointed from within the CPS. She had worked for them for years.

 

 

 

 

Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK

The day before yesterday Brave Tessa Jowell made an appearance in the Lords and gave ‘an emotional speech’ about her journey with ‘brain cancer’. Theresa May turned up to give Tessa a ‘warm hug’ on camera and spout on about Tessa being ‘inspirational’ (what else could Tessa possibly be?). Media reports stressed that Theresa and Tessa had sunk their political differences for the occasion. If only they had sunk their political difference decades ago when Tessa worked as a childcare officer for Lambeth Borough Council (whilst a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s homes of that Council) and then as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley, where the victims of and witnesses to the Lambeth paedophile ring were abused all over again and whilst Theresa was sitting as a Councillor in Merton, keeping quiet about the paedophile ring which was being facilitated on her patch by St George’s Hospital Medical School. The paedophile gang operating in Lambeth and the one being facilitated by St George’s were both connected to Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales.

These two inspirational women were met with a round of applause from the House! But then so was Greville Janner when he appeared in the Commons after having been arrested, questioned about abusing children in Leicestershire and then released without charge.

Theresa and Tessa have put their heads together and are Campaigning after they discovered that ‘brain cancer’ has a very low survival rate. I have stressed previously on this blog that one possible reason for this is the rampant research fraud that has existed for a very long time in cancer research – I witnessed it when I worked for the CRC (Cancer Research Campaign) in 1987 (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). ‘Breakthroughs’ are claimed which are no such thing – but if the researchers maintain that a breakthrough has been made, the purse strings of funding bodies will be loosened. Drugs are ruthlessly marketed which may not be much better than others already available and data is manipulated or sometimes just fabricated. I am not suggesting that no advances are ever made – the treatment of childhood leukaemia was revolutionised and what was once usually fatal now has a much better prognosis. But cancer research is absolutely not about dedicated geniuses selflessly working for the greater good, although no-one is told that when pink ribbons and yellow daffodils are sported or women are running races for charity wearing pink bras.

My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ discussed the misconduct and malpractice at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School evident in the mid-1980s and my post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ discussed what I believe was a major fraud perpetrated years later by Dame Julia Polak, who was the person with the worst reputation for dishonesty and ruthlessness when I was at Hammersmith. Hammersmith/RPMS was considered to be one the leading institutions for cancer research at the time and is now part of the grand and indeed grandiose Imperial College – another world leader in terms of medical research. The Dean of RPMS (Royal Postgraduate Medical School) when much skulduggery was happening was Prof Nicholas Wright. Nick Wright later became Sir Nicholas, Deputy Principal of the Imperial College School of Medicine in 1998. He was appointed as Warden of Barts and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry in 2001. He is also Head of the Histopathology Unit at CR UK (Cancer Research (UK) Ltd).

Nick Wright began his career at Durham University and Newcastle-Upon-Tyne School of Medicine – which was where some of those who joined Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales had worked previously (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). The appalling Lord John Walton who really was Mr Newcastle Medical School provided a highly effective umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophile gang for many years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

In the late 1980s there was someone working in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University – unfortunately I cannot remember his name – who was a good friend of Nick Wright’s and whose research into lung cancer was funded by the tobacco industry. This man assured me that the source of his funding would not allow him to be influenced at all, but considering what his friends at Hammersmith/RPMS were doing whilst funded by organisations with far fewer reasons to influence research outcomes, I didn’t quite believe everything that this man told me.

Four years after I left St George’s Hospital Medical School Malcolm Pearce, my former boss, was struck off for committing what is now described as the biggest medical research fraud in history. The Head of Dept Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain was involved as well and his name was on the paper but he did not face any disciplinary action at all – although the scandal was said to have cost Chamberlain a knighthood and he had to resign as President of the Royal College of Obstetrics and Gynaecologists (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). I have spent many years wondering why Pearce was thrown to the wolves whilst Chamberlain’s bacon was saved. I thought that the most likely explanation was that Malcolm had fallen out with his colleagues – that is virtually the only factor that leads to a Top Doctor being struck off. Furthermore Chamberlain was in a more powerful position and had a more powerful network.

A suggestion has been made to me however that Chamberlain may have had assistance from an unlikely quarter. There used to be someone working for Chamberlain in the fertility lab at St George’s called Deb Everard. She was massively problematic, abusive to other staff and patients and there were many demands from numerous people for her dismissal. Chamberlain protected her through thick and thin and Everard used to boast about this. There was an attempt to discipline her but she used the full force of the MSF union – which was ironic because Everard was a Tory Councillor on Edmonton Council and spent much of her time as a Councillor complaining about the unions protecting the jobs of the labouring classes in Edmonton. MSF saved her neck, although they hated her and she hated them. Everard then had a relationship with a union boss from another part of London and they had a baby together. I didn’t know this man, I only ever glimpsed him a couple of times, but I knew the MSF reps in St George’s and I knew that they were corrupt and concealing serious wrongdoing in the hospital. They will have known that the institution was colluding with serious organised crime, including child abuse and drug offences.

The Pearce-Chamberlain scandal blew up in 1993. At the same time as the allegations that a paedophile ring involving high profile politicians was operating in north Wales. John Major was in Gov’t and was busting a gut to conceal it all. There were a lot of Tory consultants at St George’s, but Chamberlain wasn’t one of them. I don’t know whether Chamberlain was a Labour supporter or one of Dr Death’s followers like David Hole – the corrupt MSF rep who worked for Chamberlain – but Chamberlain used to take the piss out of his Tory colleagues and comment that it wasn’t possible to be a gentleman and a Tory. Chamberlain was friendly with Wendy Savage who was definitely a Labour supporter.  Chamberlain was the sort of elite pinko Top Doctor that the Tories really didn’t like and there won’t have been any shortage of people wanting to throw him to the wolves along with Pearce. I’m wondering if Deb Everard repaid Chamberlain for his many years of protection and used her Tory connections to save him? It would be quite easy to do – I was screwed over whilst working at St George’s because I kept raising concerns about what was happening in north Wales. The wrongdoing that was being concealed was so serious and involved at least one Tory MP – Sir Peter Morrison – abusing children, so John Major wouldn’t have to be persuaded too hard to save Chamberlain in return for the lid being kept on that. Morrison was also a friend of Thatcher and his sister was Lady-in-Waiting to HM the Queen. A great many people pushed the boat out on many occasions to keep Morrison out of the courts.

The Secretary of State for Health in 1993 was Virginia Bottomley – a former psychiatric social worker and the mother of a junior doctor. The Secretary of State for Wales until May 1993 was David Hunt and after that John Redwood. They both knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles – Hunt had been directly involved in concealing the matter since he had been a junior Minister in the Welsh Office in the late 1980s.

Chamberlain was also very friendly with his highest profile celebrity private patient, a big name in light entertainment (she was the reason for the success of LWT in the 1990s) – this celeb was a well-known Conservative. That will have helped him.

In 2004 it was revealed in the media that after he was struck off Malcolm Pearce worked as a paralegal for medical negligence firms.

Malcolm was struck off in the second week of June 1995. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University – run by Thatcher’s favourite Vice Chancellor, Sir Frederick Crawford – in July 1995. On July 13 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his home in London. The world was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh closed down in June-July 1995. It didn’t – one ward was kept open, but information regarding this was not publicised. John Redwood stepped down as Secretary of State for Wales on June 26 1995 and was replaced by the paedophiles’ old friend David Hunt. Hunt remained in post for all of nine days and was then replaced by William Hague. One year later Hague organised the massive cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry. Nicola Davies QC had begun a review of documents regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal the month before Malcolm was struck off in order to decide whether a Public Inquiry was necessary. Nicola decided in December that it wasn’t, but Hague was happy to organise the cover-up regardless in June 1996. Presumably Hague felt on sufficiently safe ground what with Morrison dead, Malcolm Pearce disgraced and struck off and Brown and me stuffed over along with our two friends in the media who knew what had happened to me in north Wales.

Macbeth! Keep washing those hands Hague – not that the blood will ever disappear.

The President of the GMC when Malcolm was struck off was Sir Robert Kilpatrick. Kilpatrick also served as President of the BMA and was Dean of Leicester University Medical School, 1975-89. The Leicester University in which staff were concealing the paedophile ring in Leicestershire (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1987 Dr James Earp, a leading forensic psychiatrist in Leicester, concealed the wrongdoing of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X), Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

Marion Janner is going to be needing that support dog of hers soon and no doubt Rabbi Laura will be given yet more air time on the Today programme to protest her father’s innocence.

All together in Parliament now ‘He was a LOVELY man!’ Don’t forget the round of applause.

Following the Pearce-Chamberlain scandal there was a great deal of huffing and puffing about scientific fraud and much condemnation of Pearce. No-one admitted just how widespread research fraud in medicine is. It was repeatedly stressed that the dreadful Malcolm had ruined the career and reputation of Chamberlain and how shocked everyone was. Er – well when I worked for Malcolm, the malpractice in that Dept was extensive and known to absolutely everyone. Furthermore, all those deeply shocked people as well as Chamberlain MUST have known that Malcolm had not carried out the pioneering operation that he claimed to have performed. Where was the mother and indeed the baby whom Malcolm had claimed to have saved? Where were the other staff who assisted? Which operating theatre was host to the medical miracle? There were a lot more people than Malcolm Pearce in on that fraud.

Chamberlain retained his job at St George’s and in 2000 when he retired he took up a lecturing job at Swansea University, the university dominated by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Chamberlain took that job just as the Waterhouse Report was published and when Rhodri became First Minister! Paul Murphy was Secretary of State for Wales at the time. Blair was PM. Chamberlain considered himself to be Welsh – although he was the sort of proud patriot who spent most of his life living in London making jokes about Wales containing nothing but sheep – and his father had been Secretary to the Lord Mayor of Cardiff. The Dean of St George’s at the time of the research fraud was Professor William Asscher, who had spent the first part of his career at the Welsh National School of Medicine at Cardiff. Asscher had been the man who developed the renal service in Wales and was responsible for the arrival of the kidney unit at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the 1980s.

Think things can’t get much worse for you paedophiles’ friends? It can! I have more blog posts under development and there are more names to be revealed…

 

Following the performance in the Lords yesterday, Theresa announced a ‘£45 million boost’ for brain cancer research – the Gov’t will be working with CR UK! So where’s the dosh going to go then Theresa – a bit to Nick Wright and a bit to The Walton Euthanasia Centre for Those Who Have Spilt The Paedophiles’ Pints (see post ‘These Sharks Are Cap As Well’)? Remember to leave a few million for the many other charlatans who have fabricated their data and screwed over whistleblowers or little things will be hitting each other.

Tessa’s speech included a plea for patients with brain cancer to be allowed to take part in ‘adaptive trials’, whereby they try one treatment and if it doesn’t work within a short time they then change to another treatment. Tessa – cancer treatment doesn’t work like that, it’s not like taking two paracetamol for a headache. It takes quite a long time to ascertain whether a treatment for cancer is successful, which is why everything with regard to cancer outcomes are measured in years. Even if someone has been successfully treated for cancer, they are not considered to be on safe ground until a number of years – how many precisely depends upon the cancer – have passed without a tumour reappearing.

This is why it is so easy for Top Doctors to win their battles with politicians…

The present Chief Exec of CR UK is Sir Harpul Kumar. Kumar attended St John’s College, Cambridge, where he gained a Masters in Engineering and an MA. He subsequently gained an MBA at Harvard Business School where he won the Wolfe Prize. After graduation, Kumar was employed by McKinsey and Co as a healthcare consultant. In 1992 he was appointed Chief Executive of the Papworth Trust. In 1997 Kumar founded Nexan Group, a venture capital-backed medical devices company. He joined Cancer Research Technology Limited as Chief Executive in 2002, became Chief Operating Officer of CR UK in 2004 and CEO in 2007.

Kumar is a trustee of the Francis Crick Institute, the Institute for Cancer Research and Chairman of the Board of the National Cancer Research Institute. He is also chairman of the Cancer Outcomes Strategy Advisory Group in England and Co-chair of the National Awareness and Early Diagnosis Initiative.

I know that I might be underestimating Kumar here, but I can see absolutely nothing in his biography which suggests that he would have the knowledge needed to spot a major research fraud in the field of cancer research yet alone make difficult decisions regarding which research is most worthy of funding. He is an engineering graduate who worked in the financial services. Which is probably how Tessa’s scientifically illiterate suggestion in the Lords was immediately followed by an offer of £45 million quid.

Decisions regarding cancer research funding are being made on the basis of hugs and of inspirational women which is not solid ground.

When I worked at the dreadful Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University which were led by the conman Professor Robert Baldwin – whom we all knew was committing some sort of big research fraud with an American drug company (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ for details) – every member of staff in the place who was making an escape plan used to remark that they NEVER donated to the CRC because of what Baldwin was doing. This was not just one small lab in one university. Baldwin’s labs employed four ‘senior academics’ – who seemed to be doing nothing at all – and at least thirty researchers. Baldwin did not even have to bid for cash from the CRC – his labs were a permanent fixture and received core funding and a great deal of it. PhD students walked out in despair because it was clear that they were never going to get their PhDs and medical students who arrived to carry out projects thought that the ‘research’ was farcical. Baldwin’s ‘senior academics’ ordered everyone to perform routine repetitive tasks – none of it was original research and as far as we could see it was simply for the purposes of giving the pretence of activity in the labs, whilst Baldwin and his ‘partners’ in the US drug company fabricated results and pretended that it was based on the data of ground breaking research carried out in the Nottingham labs.

There was a great deal of hilarity in the CRC labs when someone found out that Baldwin had managed to have a fling with a high profile female Professor in the US, who was involved in the fraud as well.

In 1987 animal rights activists were causing a great deal of grief in medical research. The Animal Liberation Front were planting bombs and setting fire to places and not long after this time some animal rights activists began receiving very long prison sentences. The ALF might be surprised to hear this, but a lot of medical researchers who did think that animal work could be justified under some circumstances were also very uncomfortable with the gratuitous animal experimentation that was going on. The places with the  worst reputations were Porton Down – where no-one actually knew what was going on, except that researchers were paid a great deal of money to tempt them to work there – the Royal College of Surgeons who did seriously gruesome things to pigs, the Institute of Psychiatry who did seriously gruesome things to primates and the Huntingdon Institute, whose staff were still squirting things in the eyes of rabbits and dogs and carefully examining the injuries that resulted. The individual with an unrivalled reputation for unnecessary cruelty was Colin Blakemore, who in 2003 was appointed Chief Exec of the MRC.

I would be most interested to know how Nottingham University and the CRC kept Baldwin out of the firing line of the ALF, because what was going on in those labs with animals could never have been justified. There was a woman who had worked as a lab assistant in a school who was not a graduate and who had landed a very junior job at Baldwin’s lab many years previously and had stayed. She had no research knowledge and simply did what one of the ‘senior academics’ told her. He told her to spend her time transplanting tumours into mice. This was actually a very old technique and was certainly not producing any worthwhile knowledge. The school lab assistant obediently sat in the lab day after day with a constant supply of mice and carefully transplanted tumours under the skins of all of them. Then a week or so later she would kill them. Nothing would be done with the dead mice, they’d just be disposed off. There was no data being produced from this ‘research’ or even any pretence at that. I and two medical students with whom I was friendly watched this open mouthed for the whole time that I worked at Baldwin’s labs – I lasted three months before I decided to get the hell out of there.

Baldwin’s labs were not officially part of Nottingham University, it was stressed that they were the ‘Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories’, but they were sited on the Nottingham campus and Nottingham University undoubtedly knew what was going on – or not going on – in those labs. Some of Baldwin’s staff were married to Top Doctors in the Queen’s Medical Centre, others were married to pharmacologists at Boots and others to academics and researchers in Nottingham University. There were also constant complaints to the University from the medical students on placement.

Whilst I witnessed the outrage at Nottingham, the Chancellor was Sir Gordon Hobday. Hobday was Director of the Boots research team that developed ibuprofen who became Chairman of Boots in 1973 . He was Chairman of Central Independent Television, 1981-85 and whilst in post prevented the screening of a series made by Ken Loach which was critical of the trade union movement’s inadequate challenge to Thatcherism. Hobday was Lord Lieutenant of Nottinghamshire, 1983–1991.

The Vice-Chancellor at the time was Basil Weedon, an organic chemist who was a consultant to Hoffman-La Roche, Basel, Switzerland, 1955-1978.

Tessa and Theresa might not know their arses from their elbows but Gordon and Basil did and they will have known that Baldwin was not doing what he claimed to be doing. I can only presume that there was collusion with Baldwin’s wrongdoing on the part of both the CRC and Nottingham University.

Baldwin died in 2012 but he’s left one hell of a legacy. Nottingham Trent University boasts a thing called the John van Geest Cancer Centre Trust and according to the website, this glorious Centre has grown from the work of one Professor Robert Baldwin. Baldwin receives the highest praise from one of his proteges, Professor Robert Rees, who is quoted on the website as saying:

‘I spent five happy years working under Professor Robert Baldwin alongside some very talented scientists. He was he first person ever to publish in this area. I came to Nottingham in the 1970s after I had graduated with my doctorate. I became inspired by the whole subject, the working environment and the man himself. There were times I remember being at conferences and virtually all the great minds in science of the time would know him. He could be standing in the middle of a very large conference and the really eminent scientists both in and outside of this area would recognise him. You then realise how well-known this person is and how much he has contributed to world science.’

Here’s the history of the John van Geest Cancer Centre Trust, as supplied by the website:

In 1973 Baldwin was joined at his CRC lab in Nottingham by Robert Rees. In 1977 Robert Rees took up a job as a lecturer at Sheffield Medical School. In 1996 Robert Rees returned to Nottingham to become Professor of Biomedical Sciences at Nottingham Trent University. In 2008 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre was established after initial funding of £8 million from the John and Lucille Geest Foundation. This was matched by £2.3 from the Science Research Investment Fund (SRIF). It opened with 18 staff members. In 2011 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre officially opened, housing 35 staff and students. In 2012 – the year of Baldwin’s death – the John and Lucille van Geest Foundation donated a further £8 million to the centre.

Once the crooked old git was dead, the sky was the limit…

In 2013 the John van Geest Cancer Research Centre Trust was established at Nottingham Trent University. This was set up to assure the financial future of the centre and the Trustees included members of NTU’s senior management team. Sue Dewey OBE was appointed as Head of Fundraising and donations from the general public towards the work began to be accepted.

John van Geest was a Dutch businessman who established a business exporting daffodils from the Netherlands to Britain and then expanded into bananas and shipping, which made him a very rich man and obviously one who was duped by Robert Baldwin and Bob Rees.

 

So Bob Rees remembered Baldwin wowing everyone at conferences and being ‘well-known’ by the world’s finest brains. That’s interesting Bob, because not only did I discover in 1987 that Baldwin was loathed by his own staff and that the shenanigans in his labs were causing much embarrassment and fears that the CRC would be brought into disrepute, but after I left Nottingham I realised that people in other areas of the UK working in cancer research knew that Baldwin was not producing the data that he claimed to be.

In March 1988 I joined another CRC funded research team in the Dept of Biochemistry at the University of Surrey, led by Professor Vincent Marks. Vincent’s brother Dr John Marks was the President of the BMA – it was John Marks with whom Ken Clarke did battle when Clarke was Health Secretary and was concealing the child molesting activities of Sir Peter Morrison and the associated criminality of the Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Ken Clarke and John Marks really hated each other, but because they were both concealing the same serious organised crime, their war ended in stalemate. John Marks was President of the BMA whilst Tony Francis (Dr X) CC’d the BMA into the letters of his in which he detailed his plans to frame me for serious offences. John Marks was a barrister as well as a Top Doctor.

Vincent Marks knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, because I had to take time off to attend the hearing into my complaint – the hearing Chaired by Professor Robert Bluglass, which resulted in Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry concealing Dafydd et al’s wrongdoing (see post ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE’). I was never intimidated by Vincent in the same way that I was at St George’s by the dreadful Cathy Wilson et al, but Vincent did offer me kindly advice regarding a referral to a psychiatrist, describing a Dr Michael Browne as being ‘very good’. Michael Browne turned out to be appalling and was the subject of much dissatisfaction in Surrey. A few years after I decided that I certainly wasn’t going to visit him again, Browne was at the centre of a medical scandal involving the death of a young man in prison from serious negligence. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

Not only did Vincent Marks know about Dafydd and the paedophiles, but Vincent’s cancer research team – and presumably Vincent himself because the senior members of the team were good mates with him – knew about Baldwin. They told me that they had been at conferences where Baldwin had presented data that he claimed had been produced by his team at Nottingham that was obviously dodgy and when they questioned him about it, he was unable to answer any questions or explain how the data had been produced. I was told that ‘everyone’ knew that Baldwin was up to something questionable and that there was a great deal of anger in the cancer research world because of the millions going into Baldwin’s labs from the CRC.

The people who discussed Baldwin’s fraud with me were Dr Wynne Aherne and Evelyn Piall. I will stress that I never witnessed Wynne, Evelyn or any other member of Vincent Marks’s team at Guildford fabricate or dishonestly manipulate any data at all. But they knew that something was terribly wrong at Baldwin’s empire and as is traditional, no-one blew the whistle. Wynne continued in cancer research for many years – although she may have retired by now – and she continued to receive funding from the CRC and the body into which it evolved, CR UK. Wynne ended up as a Team leader at the Institute of Cancer Research in Surrey and even bagged a prize from CR UK.

Evelyn was unusual for a lab scientist in that she was a sort of society figure who had undertaken a PhD in middle age but did not intend to continue in cancer research, because she was relocating to Paris with her husband Tony, who was the leading civil engineer on Eurodisney which was at the time nearly completed. If Evelyn wanted to have blown the whistle on Baldwin, she certainly could have.

Another member of the team at Guildford was Anthea Hardcastle – who was from Cricieth in north Wales. Anthea’s closest friends were the Principal Biochemist at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his wife. Anthea was never anything but friendly and pleasant to me, but I’m pretty sure that her friends from Ysbyty Gwynedd will have filled her in on matters regarding Dafydd and the paedophiles. Anthea’s friends will definitely have known all about the chaos and criminality in Gwynedd Health Authority. It seems that Anthea has died – there is a justgiving fundraising webpage in her memory. Ironically the funds raised are going to the Institute for Cancer Research.

Another colleague of mine at Guildford was Miguel Godfrey, who was doing his PhD in the same lab as me. I see from my internet search that Miguel is now a leading light in the Freemasons in Guildford, precisely the Mark Provincial Grand Lodge of Mark Master Masons of Surrey. It was Miguel who told me that Jimmy Savile was known to the police in Leeds as a paedophile – Miguel told me that many years before Esther et al swore blind that ‘we didn’t know’.

Life is full of surprises though. An even bigger surprise than Miguel’s status as Mr Big in Freemasonry in Guildford is that I have found my name on a journal article which I knew nothing about and even more mysteriously I am listed along with a co-author of whom I had never heard until I found this article a few days ago!

I remember doing the work that had been published in this article which appeared in Biochemical Society Transations, Dec 1, 1989 and I know two of the authors – Wynne and Evelyn. Wynne, Evelyn and I are all listed as being affiliated to the University of Surrey. The article was published some months after I left Surrey, but that’s not unusual, articles are in the pipeline for many months before they are published. I’m a little puzzled though as to why I was never told whilst I was at Surrey that this article had been submitted – because it will have been submitted whilst I was still working at Surrey. I was told about another article that was submitted – for the American Journal of Cancer Research – which wasn’t published until after I left Surrey, but I never heard anything about this one. Furthermore, the mystery woman whose name is on the article did not contribute anything at all to the work that has been published with her name as the fourth author. She did not work at Guildford and her name was never mentioned as a collaborator on the work that we did at Guildford. So who is this person whose name was put on a paper along with mine, although she played no part at all in the work?

Step forward Professor Nicola Curtin, Professor of Experimental Cancer Therapeutics, Northern Institute for Cancer Research, Medical School, University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne.

Professor Curtin, as you are publishing my work under your name without my knowledge, would you like to let us all know whether this was just a one-off or is this your usual practice?

Nicola’s webpage tells us that she has been Professor of Experimental Cancer Therapeutics and has worked in Newcastle since 1982. Nicloa states that she has ‘more than 30 years’ experience in the development and biological evaluation of novel drugs to treat cancer and the development of biomarkers to predict and assess effects’. The work that I did which was published under Nicola’s name concerned developing a radioimmunoassay – so my work has contributed to Nicola’s ‘more than 30 years experience’ in this field. How much experience does Nicola REALLY have??

Nicola states that her ‘major interest is in targeting the DNA damage response’. Ah yes – we’re hearing a lot about that in the media at the moment, the ‘smart drugs’ which will target your very own DNA should you develop cancer. Tell me Nicola, have I done that work as well? Or was that somebody else’s work that you shamelessly plagiarised?

Nicola’s the Team leader for DNA damage response! Can I be a Team leader too Nicola?

The only person whom I was told was involved in the work that I did at Surrey who was not based in our lab at Guildford was Adrian Harris at Oxford. I never met Adrian, but everyone spoke very highly of him, he was popular and well-respected and it was made clear from the beginning of the project that the data would be shared with Adrian. There was one reason in particular why the team at Guildford were keen to continue to work with Adrian – it was because ‘everyone knew’ that Adrian was going to be a big name one day.

Adrian is Professor Adrian Harris, who leads the Hypoxia and Angiogenesis Group at the Department of Oncology, Oxford University. Adrian’s webpage tells us that ‘the focus of the group is on tumour angiogenesis and the role of notch signalling, and hypoxia biology and its regulation’.

That will certainly impress Tessa and Theresa – although they won’t understand a word of it.

Another £45 million is needed immediately! It’s the Race For Life! The victims of the paedophile gang in north Wales were indeed running for their lives, but they were followed wherever they went…

Adrian has recently retired and his retirement was marked by the NHS with the Regional Breast Cancer Academic Day.

Adrian had such a cult following at Surrey that one of the research rabbits was named after him. No, Adrian the rabbit wasn’t the subject of pointless experiments and then slaughtered like the mice in Baldwin’s CRC laboratories were. Adrian was used for raising anti-bodies which meant that every few weeks he was vaccinated and then a small sample of his blood was taken. Adrian was a well loved rabbit, big and floppy and he received many visitors who would take him out of his hutch and cuddle him.

I mentioned previously that Baldwin’s chamber of horrors at Nottingham was never targeted by animal rights activists – however the animals at Surrey were. A load of sheep were liberated to give them a taste of freedom and ended up on the main road at Guildford and were nearly hit by the Porches travelling at high speed. On another occasion the animal house was broken into and the liberators stole a number of animals, one of which was a little yappy incontinent dog. This dog was actually the pet of one of the technicians who kept it in the shed overnight because of its incontinent ways, but the liberators thought that it was a research animal. What was so incredible was that the dog was returned in another night time raid a few days later – it was concluded that the kidnappers had discovered the incontinence problem.

 

I only lived in Surrey for a year, but when I was there something quite memorable happened. I lived near Haslemere and when I first arrived in Surrey I purchased a mountain bike with the intention of cycling to the railway station and then catching the train into Guildford. I had only had my bike three days or so when I got off the train one day to find that it had disappeared – in broad daylight, at a well-used railway station. My bike had been locked to the railings with a top of the range lock because the bike had cost me a lot of money. The lock was still attached to the railings – my bike had been removed by a very nifty piece of handiwork which had involved just one railing being sliced through most expertly. I was mortified and called the police, who took a look and said that this was a very skilled job and that they thought that my bike must have been targeted by a gang of professional thieves. I didn’t have the money to spend on another bike, but luckily some friendly people in the village gave me lifts to the station. After a few weeks of regularly commuting at set times, I then had an even bigger adventure.

One morning I was walking from Guildford Railway Station to the University via my usual route, which took me along a footpath through a little copse. I was in the middle of the copse when I saw a young man sitting on an upside down supermarket trolley, as though he was waiting for someone or something. It was about 8-30 am so a bit odd. He watched me as I came towards him and carried on watching me as I walked past. I thought that perhaps he was the sort of bloke who was going to try and get into conversation and ask me out or something, but he didn’t. However he did begin following me. He was still very obviously following me when I came out of the copse, so I deliberately took a route across an open field up the hill in full view of some houses. The man turned around and went back into the copse. About an hour later the police arrived at the University, saying that a woman had been raped at about 8-40 in the copse that morning and asked if any of us had any info.

I met with the police and it transpired that the man had followed me and had raped the woman who had come along the path immediately after me, in the copse, once he had given up pursuing me.

I was a witness and later picked the rapist out in an identity parade. The police believed that he had raped and battered another two women in Guildford within the two weeks that he had been staying in the town. The rapist stated his intention to plead not guilty and I subsequently received a letter telling me to turn up to the Old Bailey to give evidence, threatening to arrest me if I didn’t. At the last minute the rapist changed his plea to guilty so in the event I didn’t have to give evidence.

When I lived in the south east of England I gained the impression that it was a rather dangerous place for young women, because the Guildford rapist was not the first lucky escape that I had. When I went to London in Oct 1986 to begin my MSc at RPMS, I initially temporarily stayed at my friends’ flat in Bethnal Green. Then I found a shared house in Harringay, but I used to go over to see my mates at Bethnal Green every weekend. It was in the Christmas holiday of 1986-87 that I was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital by Dafydd. I have explained in previous posts how Dafydd threatened me before I was released, told me that if I ever came back to north Wales again he’d have me arrested and that he had rung Haringey Social Services to let them know that I was living in their area no less. I was then driven to a railway station by two Angels, literally put on a train to London, told to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and warned never to go to north Wales again.

I made representation about Dafydd and the paedophiles as soon as I returned to London. My weekly visits to my friends in Bethnal Green continued. But on every occasion that I left the station, I would be followed by a particularly aggressive man who would hurl abuse at me and tell me that he was going to rape me. After the fourth time that I had this experience, I decided that this man probably was quite dangerous, so I started getting off at a different station and walking a different route to my friends place. The aggressive misogynist bastard was particularly memorable because he was always dressed in a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, but the rest of his regalia was black leather – he was mixed race. Of course I told Brown all about it and Brown discovered that a man of this description from the East End had recently been released from prison after serving a hefty sentence for multiple rapes.

I detailed in a previous post how when I put my house up for sale in Bethesda in the early 1990s, I received a cash offer within days from a man in Birmingham who wanted to relocate to north Wales. I was delighted. Unfortunately, when he moved in – I was still living in the same village, so heard all about it – he began sexually harassing my former neighbour as well as other women in the village. It transpired that he was a sex offender from the West Midlands whose family had packed him off to north Wales where his history wasn’t known. He was known to the mental health services and the police in the West Midlands.

I wondered why serious sex offenders were magnetically attracted to me for a long while, until Brown and me discovered the full extent of the wrongdoing of the serious criminal with UK-wide and European connections that is Dafydd. Brown observed that Dafydd had a great deal to do with sex offenders and general nasties and that his business network spread to every place in which I had lived when I wasn’t living in north Wales. Last year when I finally acquired all the NHS documentation concerning me, there were letters in the file between Alun Davies and other senior figures in the north Wales mental health services which overtly discussed which addresses I was living at and detailed the various – illegal – ways that Davies was using to access my home addresses.  Davies even had a contact at St George’s who was intercepting and reading mail that was arriving at the hospital for me in order to find out my home address.

For years it was known that a very serious workplace bullying problem existed in the mental health services in north Wales – the worst offenders were the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. The sickness rate in that team was the highest in Wales. This was partly because Slob Ingham and Tom Harney were lazy drunks who couldn’t be bothered to make it into work even to experience the joy of abusing their patients, but it was also because unsuspecting people who joined the Arfon Team could not face going into work after a few weeks of starting their new jobs. Just before I left north Wales, I was told that one woman had dared to put in a complaint of workplace bullying against Keith Fearns. She went off sick for a long time and when the matter had supposedly been resolved, she returned. She left north Wales two days later, after phoning a friend and telling them that on returning to work, she had been sexually assaulted by a male member of the Arfon Team – whom she refused to name – who told her that this is what happens to grasses.

I am only sad that the grass didn’t grass the whole lot of them up for every serious crime with which they have undoubtedly been involved. Fearns – this sort of gangland stuff is the reason why I decided to write this blog.

Now Dafydd, do you happen to know who the lunatic in fancy dress in Bethnal Green was or indeed the man who turned up in Guildford shortly after I did and who violently raped three women? Do you not think that you owe them an apology, putting them in danger as a result of trying to show me what happens to grasses?

 

The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board is back in the news again at the moment. An inspection of the Ablett Unit carried out by HIW has resulted in a damning report. HIW has stated – among other things – that patients are being put at risk, that facilities are totally inadequate and that there were only male staff on a ward with women patients. The response of the Betsi has been to say that £750 k has been spent on the Unit and another £400 k is going to be spent.

This is a Health Board that just doesn’t get that the problem is not and never has been money. The problem is that the north Wales NHS is full of people who once facilitated a sex trafficking ring – Dr Peter Higson was one of those who did so and he’s now the Chairman of the Betsi. No-one is ever dismissed for anything except for blowing the whistle on the abuse of patients. Tawel Fan Ward was closed down after a nurse blew the whistle on the biggest mental health scandal that there has ever been in the UK. The staff who abused the patients were all either suspended on full pay or given other jobs with the Betsi. A number of them were relocated to Bryn Hesketh where they were then caught abusing patients again – and were suspended on full pay… Some patients died as a result of their ill treatment in Tawel Fan and there are a number of investigations continuing – investigations with which the staff refused to co-operate. What the staff of Tawel Fan did do after the ward was closed down was appear in the Daily Post and insult the patients whom they had abused as well as their relatives.

One person has been sacked and struck off over Tawel Fan – Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the abuse. Nicola faced a kangaroo court held by the NMC where she was deemed a disgrace and later incurred screaming newspaper headlines for ‘having sex with a patient’. No-one mentioned that the patient whom Nicola had sex with was her husband. Furthermore, he was not her patient and never had been – before they married, he was a mental health patient from England and Nicola did not meet him through her work. Before Nicola was struck off she received death threats.

The Betsi is already in special measures and at a debate in the Senedd a few weeks ago, Conservative AMs Darren Millar and Mark Isherwood both spoke about the stream of deaths and scandals which continue to emanate from the Betsi and begged the Health Minister Vaughan Gething to act. Vaughan told them to stop ‘talking down the NHS’.

Please Vaughan, be my guest – develop serious mental health problems and go for ‘help’ from those mad intimidating criminals yourself. Perhaps then you will understand that money is not the issue, serious criminality is.

Yet another casualty of the Betsi has just been imprisoned. Hannah Turtle, a young mother with mental health problems from north Wales, killed her baby and is now in prison. The Daily Post Online went to town with headlines of ‘inside the mind of evil Hannah’ and it was explained that Hannah ‘has the same diagnosis as Beverly Allitt’. Well I’m glad that Beverly’s been mentioned, because there are plenty of indications that she was framed for the murders of a number of children who died on the ward where she worked as a nurse.

The hospital where Beverly was working had been deemed unsafe before Beverly ever went near it because patients had died for unexplained reasons. The hospital was in Grantham, Thatcher’s home town and the serious problems there were kept under wraps for political reasons. Beverly was the newest, most junior person working on the ward and when unexpected deaths happened, she copped it. Beverly has now been in Rampton for many years.

It was alleged that Beverly suffered from Munchausens by Proxy and had killed a number of children by injecting them with insulin. Munchausen’s by Proxy is a psychiatric illness which was invented by Sir Roy Meadow, who isn’t even a psychiatrist. After inventing this illness, a number of women were wrongly imprisoned for killing their children who had died of SIDS. Meadow didn’t just make up an illness, he also made up a load of statistics in his capacity as an ‘expert witness’. No statisticians were called as witnesses so no-one pointed out the serious errors that Meadow had made. A number of women spent years in prison before Meadow’s fantasies were scrutinised and the women were released.

The most well-known casualty of Roy Meadow was Sally Clark, a solicitor who had lost two babies, became seriously depressed as a result and took to drink. She was portrayed in Court as a wealthy drunken slapper who was too busy downing gin with her middle class friends to want to care for her children so she bumped them off. There was not a scrap of evidence for any of the allegations made in Court about Sally. Furthermore, it was later revealed that a pathologist had actually discovered that one of Sally’s babies had died from pneumonia, but he had deliberately concealed this. He and Meadow stood up in Court, lied their arses off and an innocent bereaved mother went to prison.

Whilst in prison Sally Clark was physically attacked for being a child killer. By the time that she was released she was destroyed and she died some months later. The Top Docs had not caused Sally’s family enough suffering however. When Sally’s husband gave an interview after she was released, Professor David Southall – another paediatrician who is an expert in Munchausen’s by Proxy – rang the police and told them that he knew that Sally’s husband was the person who had killed the babies. Presumably because his eyes were a bit too close together.

Roy Meadow was eventually struck off by the GMC after the most damning evidence was presented against him. Meadow appealed to the High Court and was reinstated. He was represented by the country’s leading lawyer in medical negligence – Nicola Davies QC! Nicola is now Dame Nicola and in 2014 was appointed the Presiding judge of Wales (see post ‘Here’s What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’).

Southall also appeared in front of the GMC and fought a battle as epic as the one fought by Meadow, maxing out the very extensive appeals system. Southall was finally allowed to continue to practice and now styles himself as someone who is involved in ‘international humanitarian work’.

Another expert witness testified to Beverly Allitt’s guilt as well, an expert in diabetes who maintained beyond all reasonable doubt that Beverly had done it. That man was Professor Vincent Marks!

Can someone please urgently reinvestigate  the case of Beverly Allitt and rescue Hannah Turtle as well?

 

BBC News Wales reported a great success at the Royal Gwent Hospital – a group of patients had all been discharged from hospital and had arrived ‘safe and sound’ at home, which meant that their beds were freed up. It is poignant that in these times of elderly frail people being discharged from hospital at 3 am and dumped on their doorsteps whilst wearing their nightclothes, that it is considered newsworthy when they arrive home in one piece without their lives having been risked. The thing that the Angels were really pleased about though was that beds had been freed up. Which reminded me of a case that Brown brought to my attention in 2004 in Staffordshire, which concerned a nurse who had attempted to murder four elderly patients to free up the beds.

When such cases are actually acknowledged as opposed to being covered-up, people are usually gobsmacked and say ‘how did it ever come to this?’. Quite easily. It’s what happens in a system which conducted a 35 year long vendetta against a young woman and every one of her close friends after she complained about a gang of paedophiles led by a mad old doctor in the wilds of north Wales. In 30 years I did not meet one Top Doctor who did not collude with Dafydd and the paedophiles when they found out what was going on.

 

The Today programme got excited yesterday regarding a report that maintained that thousands of patients are dying every year as a result of prescribing errors. Janet Davies from the RCN explained that it was all a result of understaffing and what is needed is more money, lots of it. Janet stressed that the NHS must not have a blame culture, but a learning culture. It doesn’t have a blame culture Janet – unless you’re a whistleblower or of course a patient who has dared complain. The NHS does have a learning culture though – as an institution it has very effectively learnt how to never hold itself to account no matter how great the disaster and how to blame all problems on the putative lack of funding or unreasonable patients. Swathes of the NHS are understaffed – such as the Betsi – because the workplace is so toxic that no-one can bear to work there. Other hospitals are under-staffed because the Angels have all resigned and then registered with an agency so that they can be re-employed in their former jobs on their former wards at a far higher pay rate. Janet also quoted a practice in the US which had really impressed her –  using different coloured syringes for different types and quantities of medication. Janet that is neither rocket science nor news – this was being discussed in the UK at least 10 years ago and in the case of a lot of medications, there are now distinctively coloured vials for different quantities/drugs. Still serious errors are made.

Jeremy Hunt was interviewed on the Today programme about the en masse prescribing errors as well. Once he had done the obligatory – praised ‘the fantastically hard working staff’ – Jeremy fished around for all sorts of reasons to explain the prescribing errors. He was very keen on the idea of new IT systems. Jeremy – one thing that the NHS does not have a good record on is IT systems. Wasn’t there one a few years ago which cost many millions of pounds and then had to be scrapped completely? Then before that, there was the dog’s breakfast which was the website for the Modernising Medical Careers scheme. Neither of those cock-ups were the fault of the Top Doctors. They were the fault of arrogant, stupid Gov’ts which had given contracts for badly thought-out ideas to fly-by-night companies run by Minsters’ friends.

 

My posts ‘Oh,No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’ and ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ mentioned figures on the left and union leaders who ignored or concealed the organised abuse of children and psychiatric patients whilst boasting of their radicalism and commitment to the oppressed. A number of these people were actually working for the security services. Richard Littlejohn of all people wrote about this in the Mail Online today. He discussed the trade unionist Brian Nicholson who, Nicholson later admitted, had spent years passing information to MI5 – MI5 infiltrated all the unions and political parties many years ago. Nicholson was a good mate of Neil Kinnock.

MI5 infiltrated all of the UK’s national institutions years ago and from the 1960s onwards were crawling all over north Wales because of Welsh nationalist activism. The security services had UCNW (Bangor University) under surveillance, because there was Irish Republican activity in the Students’ Union. MI5 and MI6 knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles and the sex trafficking ring.

Many of those who concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had connections with the security services and I have named a number of such people on this blog. I’m sure that the security services were not established with the remit of assisting the likes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but the problem was all those people in high places who were molesting children – their needs were prioritised over the kids and witnesses who were turning up dead.

What has struck me is how many writers and journalists on the left were facilitating the abuse of vulnerable people or who were even abusing vulnerable people themselves, such as Michael Foot and his circle and of course Bertrand Russell and his associates. Just months after I first encountered Dr DGE Wood in the Student Health Centre at UCNW who was busy facilitating the sex abuse ring, Brown and I had a very unpleasant experience with someone whom we contacted through New Statesman. Brown had just graduated and had moved into the house that I shared with my friends on Anglesey. He was looking for house renovation work whilst he published a few things and wrote proposals for PhD funding and Wood knew this. Brown and me used to regularly read New Statesman in those days and Brown saw an advert from someone in Llangollen who wanted help renovating his house and in return offered board and lodging and a bit of money. It seemed ideal, so Brown used to go there during the week and come back to Anglesey at weekends. Brown spent several weeks down there and got to know the man concerned, Leslie Gore, quite well. Or so he thought. This was in 1983. Gore was 61, had owned the house in Llangollen for years and used it as a second home. Back in the 1970s and 80s there were a number of establishments in Gore’s area which were run by members of the paedophile gang and a number of them subsequently went to prison for abusing the kids in their care. Brown and me knew nothing about Dafydd and the paedophiles then, although we did know that Denbigh had a terrible reputation.

Months and months after Brown finished the work on Gore’s house, a letter for Brown arrived at our house. Brown was visiting his mum in Somerset at the time and told me over the phone to open the letter and see what it was. It was from Leslie Gore and was a vitriolic blistering personal attack on Brown, accusing him of being a ‘conman and a thief’. I think it was the nastiest letter that I had ever read. I wrote back to Gore saying that I was really sorry but Brown was away but he would be in touch as soon as he returned. By return of post I received a reply – an insulting personal attack on me with a few Top Doctor-esque comments about how much he could tell about me from my letter. I wrote back to Gore and told him that I didn’t give a stuff what his ESP told him about me, I did not appreciate these insults coming through our letter box. Our house was then bombarded. Brown gathered up the letters and returned them to Gore unopened, telling him never to come near us again. Gore then sent a postcard so it could not be returned unopened. Scrawled on the postcard was ‘Apolog (sic) – for sharing a few thoughts with you. When two planks dropped out of my door I thought that it was shoddy workmanship. I now realise it was the earthquake.’ (North Wales was clobbered by an earthquake in the summer of 1984, it was pretty good, the earth shook and buildings were damaged.)

So who was this offensive madman whose house was at the epicentre of an earthquake but he didn’t notice and instead hurled abuse at Brown and me – just as I was sitting my finals?

Leslie Gore worked as a therapist at the North Wales Hospital! With alcoholic patients – alcohol and drugs were Dafydd’s speciality (as well as sex therapy and PTSD of course). Prior to that Gore had spent many years working at Newcastle Poly. Regular readers will remember that the paedophiles of north Wales had many connections in the Newcastle area and that Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, the two paedophiles who really stoked up trade at Bryn Estyn, had previously worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead. Gore also had a diploma from Imperial College and had worked at Keele University when it was in its early days. Peter Righton, a paedophile who doubled up as a social work academic and used his academic work to justify sex between adults and children, worked at Keele.

Now that Brown and I realise how long ago it was that we were targeted by these gangsters, the lengths to which they went to attack witnesses and that they had help from the security services, I think that it is highly likely that Leslie Gore’s aggro was a present from the paedophile gang. I suspect that the advert in New Statesman may even have been placed there for the purpose – it appeared just when Brown was looking for the very opportunity that Gore was presenting. It also meant that Brown was away during the week, so I was left to deal with the disgusting Wood and Gwynne the lobotomist by myself – and then we had to deal with upsetting shite coming our way as I was sitting finals.

Thanks Wood! What a vile scumbag you are.

If any readers have any info about Leslie Gore, I’d like to hear it.

Thank goodness we didn’t read New Society – John Allen advertised for the violent paedophiles who staffed Bryn Alyn in there.

I have mentioned that Sir Charles Evans, the former Principal of UCNW (Bangor University) protected staff in the University who were facilitating the paedophile gang in north Wales. Evans was a member of the team which made the first conquest of Everest in 1983. The team was led by Lord John Hunt, who held a senior role in the security services.  (See post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ for more information about Charles Evans and John Hunt.) Another member of the Everest team was on the radio yesterday – Jan Morris. Jan Morris was James Morris when she climbed Everest with Charles Evans, John Hunt and co. Jan Morris has done a great many admirable things in her life and fought Top Doctors herself – not quite in the way that I did, but Jan Morris underwent gender realignment surgery when such a thing was virtually unheard of. Jan eventually went to I think Casablanca for surgery. Jan spent her childhood in Oxford and Somerset but as an adult settled in north west Wales near Cricieth and has now lived there for a very long time. She and her son and his family are rooted in the locality and both are very well-informed and well-read. Jan’s son Twm has won Bardic crowns at the National Eisteddfod. Some of the people whom Jan and Twm have associated with I know concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles. A few years ago, I saw a photo of Jan with Christine Evans, the now retired surgeon from Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, with an accompanying piece of text in which Jan praised Christine Evans. Christine Evans is considered to be a Top Doctor who is very sympathetic to the needs of transgender patients.

Dr Chris might be a star in that regard, but when Mary Burrows was appointed CEO of the Betsi in 2009 and challenged the paedophiles’ friends, Dr Chris manoeuvred herself into the position of head of the Betsi Cadwaladr CHC (Community Health Council). Christine Evans did that for only one reason, as was clear from a blog that she wrote at the time – her aim was to protect all those colleagues of hers who were involved in very serious wrongdoing.

Jan Morris has had a very productive life, despite the distress that she experienced as a result of gender dysphoria – she has been up Everest, has written prolifically and has travelled all over the world. In old age she has spent her years in a lovely spot at Llanystumdwy. The victims of the paedophile gang found themselves imprisoned in Dafydd’s dungeon at Denbigh and a lot of them were found dead before they were 21.

Note to MI5 and MI6: The reason why you are given carte blanche to bug, to burgle, to infiltrate, to place folk under surveillance, to place fallacious news stories in the media, to whip up intrigue, to marry people whilst pretending to be someone else and to generally perpetuate your fuckwittery with no questions asked is that you are charged with upholding national security. ‘National security’ includes the matter of Top Doctors running a sex trafficking ring and providing children to Gov’t ministers for sex and destroying the lives of and killing the witnesses. From what Brown and I alone have experienced over the last 35 years or so, you were not very successful at doing this. You saw what was happening to us and knew who was doing it, but you chose to protect Gov’ts and corrupt professional people instead of us and indeed others who were targeted. Documentation that would have enabled us to publish what I am now publishing on this blog was deliberately witheld until most of the corrupt judges and Gov’t Ministers responsible for the carnage had died. Should you wish to get in touch and explain why the nation should not simply dismantle the NHS, the social services and the security services and save on your salaries, please do – because you do not seem to be fulfilling your remit.

 

News Round Up – And Murder Most Foul

MMail online have reported on yet another serious NHS mental health services failure. Jennifer and Graham Slack, a couple in their 60s, drowned in the River Yare near Great Yarmouth. They left a suicide note behind explaining that they were killing themselves because they were unable to get any help for Mrs Slack’s serious depression and anxiety problems, which she had endured for 20 years. The couple tied themselves together and jumped into the river. They also left behind another two suicide notes in their house, along with passports, financial documents and cash to pay for their funerals. It transpired that Mrs Slack’s GP had made an urgent referral to a psychiatrist at the Norfolk and Suffolk NHS Foundation Trust but the letter had not been marked ‘urgent’, so it remained unattended until it was too late. Further details revealed at the inquest painted a familiar picture. Mrs Slack, a former nurse, had been on anti-depressants for many years. Her father died, leaving her as the main carer for her elderly mother. She went to see her GP and was referred to a ‘Well Being Service’ run by the Trust and then had two telephone appointments with a mental health nurse. Although she did claim to benefit from this, she began feeling very bad again the following month and returned to the GP. She and her husband met with the GP, Dr Donna Machin, told her how desperate they felt and stressed that they wanted to actually see someone – it was mentioned at the inquest that they had been given a mountain of documentation concerning ‘advice’. Dr Machin decided not to make an immediate referral to a community mental health team because although Mrs Slack had stated that she was feeling suicidal, she did not describe a ‘clear plan’ to commit suicide. A verdict of suicide was recorded. This case illustrates very well what is happening in the UK mental health services – there is a plethora of ‘well being initiatives’ and stacks of ‘advice on ‘mental health’ for people with mild ‘problems’, but very little treatment or care available for people who are becoming desperate and seriously ill. It does not seem to have occurred to those with a touching faith in the benefits of ‘talking about it’ or ‘raising awareness’ or ‘self-help literature’ that such things are not going to make a blind bit of difference to someone who’s crashed out in a foetal position and who can’t stop crying. They won’t be able to ‘share’ or ‘talk’ or raise their awareness even if such things were effective (and there’s not much evidence that they are). It’s interesting that Mrs Slack was a former nurse as well – even healthcare professionals themselves are having difficulty extracting a ‘service’ out of the ‘services’ these days. As is customary when Mail online report a suicide story, there was a little note at the end of the article suggesting that suicidal people should contact the Samaritans for assistance. There’s no point bothering if they live in Bangor, the Samaritans there are remarkably unconcerned if someone with mental health problems becomes suicidal because ‘these people’ kill themselves anyway and furthermore the Samaritans ‘aren’t trained’ to deal with them (please see previous posts).

Recent blog posts have been charting the Top Doctors allies attempts to put the case for huge more quantities of funding for the NHS now that the pleas of the Top Doctors themselves have fallen on deaf ears. It’s now the turn of healthcare researchers to assist the Top Doctors in pursuit of dosh. The Guardian online is carrying an article explaining that a crisis (yet another one) is imminent, as usual attributed to people having the nerve to live too long and/or daring to develop dementia. The solution is more money please, to the NHS and to social care. I am entirely sympathetic to the notion of properly funded social care, but I notice that whenever the Top Doctors and their chums are leading the debate, there is not a robust argument put forward in favour of social care workers being paid properly. It is sometimes mentioned in passing, but the Top Doctors relentlessly present the argument for themselves being paid more, or sometimes nurses as well. Social care workers endure the worst pay and conditions of any group of non-trafficked workers in the country – you wouldn’t get a Top Doctor or indeed a member of the Royal College of Nursing lifting immobile doubly incontinent elderly people off beds and into chairs and then back again or feeding them by hand and changing incontinence pads for £8/hour, day in day out working twelve hour shifts. The outcry about this is indeed there, it rears it’s head when someone makes a documentary exposing the shoddy state of the UK’s social care infrastructure, but these workers are rendered invisible in most of the ‘the NHS needs more money’ debates. The Guardian quotes Professor Helen Stokes-Lampard, Chair of the Royal College of General Practitioners (she’s getting wheeled out in the media on a regular basis at the moment) as saying that not only is ‘more investment’ in the NHS desperately needed, but that it is a ‘great testament to medical research and the NHS’ that the population is living longer. Well although modern medicine has given us all effective pain relief which is a very great blessing, the real advances in terms of extending life span are of course attributed to the big public health advances such as infection control, decent housing, improved nutrition, sanitation and changes in the nature of employment meaning that people don’t die in industrial accidents before they are 40 which used to be commonplace. The average lifespan of the quarrymen at the bottom of the hierarchy in the slate quarries of north west Wales was 32 (or it might have been 36). That wasn’t because they didn’t have the NHS with Top Doctors earning £100,000, it was because their diet was subsistence, their housing was terrible and their work was very dangerous indeed. And of course even with the NHS and the Top Doctors there are still huge differences in lifespan between different socio-economic groups in the UK. As Top Doctors themselves know well, Sir Richard Doll saved many more lives by demonstrating the link between tobacco smoking and lung cancer than highly paid Top Doctors with machines that go ping or access to the Cancer Drugs Fund. Helen Stokes-Lampard also made her comments with reference to dementia which was a bit puzzling – research hasn’t yet made a dent in dementia.

Now for Wales-related news. BBC News Wales have reported that four men have now been convicted variously of murder and manslaughter after Mark Mason from Rhyl was stabbed to death in the car park of Home Bargains in Rhyl. This killing was a revenge killing after somebody else was murdered – it is part of an on-going turf war between two rival gangs of drug dealers who are busy killing each other for the right to control the supply of drugs in Rhyl. So Dafydd and CAIS are continuing to do a really brilliant job with the millions of pounds that the Welsh Gov’t are giving them to ‘tackle substance abuse and associated problems’ then. (The joke among the dope blowers in Bethesda was always that CAIS was the acronym for ‘Come And Inject Some’, but I note that CAIS is also the acronym for Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome, which is a pretty good description of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones where female patients are concerned.) I have heard from a reader today that as well as getting millions in funding from the Welsh Gov’t, CAIS are also raking in huge quantities of dosh from the DWP. Someone else who doesn’t seem to realise that CAIS has been a scam from the outset observed that CAIS has ‘lost its way’. This person works for the CAB – the dreadful Lucille Hughes of CAIS fame also of course has a role at a very senior level in the management of CAB, so I imagine that people in the CAB will have been led up the garden path as to the value of CAIS, so if they’ve noticed that all is not well it must be bad. If any readers know when Lucille became involved in the CAB I’d be interested to hear from them. I met the one honest solicitor in Bangor who very effectively defended me from the excesses of Dafydd and Lucille when he was doing sessions at the CAB in Bangor and Dafydd knew that was where I’d sought his advice. Within months of that solicitor advising me as to how to defend myself from Dafydd, CAB had stopped providing free legal advice sessions. Knowing how Dafydd and Lucille literally nobbled everyone who dared stand up to them and wreaked a Terrible Revenge on anyone who challenged their corruption I have always wondered if there might have been a connection with the disappearance of the lawyers from the CAB and this man’s effective fighting of my corner against Dafydd. After all, if word got around that there was an excellent lawyer providing free legal advice who wasn’t afraid to challenge Dafydd and who wouldn’t allow himself to be corrupted either, who knows what problems that would have presented for Dafydd, Lucille, the mental health services and the north Wales paedophile ring.

Kirsty Williams has taken a leaf out of Leanne’s book and has been giving media interviews about the trauma that she has incurred after being insulted by the electorate, both face to face and on social media. As part of her Misery Memoir she mentioned how frightened she was when she found that someone had put a ‘Vote Conservative’ poster in her hedge. She commented that ‘someone probably thought that was very funny’. Well it is quite witty in view of the fact that Kirsty’s in-laws are a well-known Tory family but support her because she’s a relative – presumably the poster in her hedge was a reference to this. Perhaps Kirsty’s in-laws are hoping that she will be Wales’s answer to Nick Clegg and form a ConDem coalition with the Tories. Another Strong Woman in politics suffered a trauma recently as well – Theresa May went to Wrexham campaigning and was confronted by a young man who was an anti-hunt protestor. He blew a bugle in her presence and this was deemed to be such a threat to national security that he was arrested. Theresa is clearly even more delicate than the rest of them, so much for ‘strong and stable’.

Earlier today, Radio 4 broadcast a programme that mentioned that a number of ‘expert witnesses’ who lied in court are facing imprisonment. In view of the number of times that various Top Doctors lied about me on oath my ears pricked up at this news. It transpires that there has been industrial scale perjury going on with regard to insurance claims after car accidents and someone’s finally decided to round everybody up and prosecute them. It was mentioned that police and barristers knew that this was going on but ignored it, so now there may be prosecutions mounted against some of them as well. Oh well perhaps the days of those we know and love lying through their teeth in court with impunity in order to secure convictions against anyone who has discovered their extensive corruption might be drawing to a close. I read in the Daily Post online that HMP Berwyn is opening another wing with capacity for 700 inmates. You could house an awful lot of dishonest Top Doctors, Top Lawyers and Top Judges in there and there’d still be a spare cell for Peter Higson and Martin Jones to share.

Discussing the corruption of the vile ones brings me neatly onto the next thing that caught my eye in the Daily Post online, an article by the man who found the body of Sophie Hook, describing his memories of that event. Sophie was a seven year old girl who’s body was found washed up on the beach in Llandudno in July 1995. Howard Hughes, a man with learning disabilities, behaviour problems and dyslexia who had previously spent time in Bryn Estyn, one of the children’s homes targeted by the north Wales paedophile ring, is currently serving a 50 year prison sentence for her abduction, rape and murder. Howard Hughes’s case has been taken up by INNOCENT, an organisation concerned with miscarriages of justice. There is certainly an awful lot to be worried about regarding his conviction.

Sophie was on holiday with relatives who lived in Llandudno and she and her cousins were sleeping in a tent in the garden when she went missing. Her body was found washed up on a beach a few hours later and Howard Hughes was arrested a few hours after that. There was no forensic evidence at all against Hughes, just an awful lot of people who knew that he was a Wrong ‘Un and some witnesses of very questionable character. Before Sophie was killed however, Hughes’s life had already been touched many times by those we have known. Howard Hughes looked frightening – he had a chromosome abnormality (XYY) which caused him to grow quickly to a very great height. So he was very tall even as an early teen and by the time that he stopped growing he was 6ft 8ins. He attended a series of special schools, including some residential ones, and his father, who seemed to have difficulty coming to terms with his son’s disabilities, paid for extra tuition. Hughes did not gain any qualifications. When he was 16, it was alleged that Hughes took a seven year old boy into a derelict house, exposed himself, made indecent suggestions and attempted to strangle him. He was convicted of assault and was given a two year supervision order and was sent under the Mental Health Act to St Andrews Hospital, Northampton and then to Garth Angharad near Dolgellau. Both of these institutions have previously featured on this blog. St Andrews is a very troubled institution and has been so for many years. It has recently been the subject of a number of scandals involving the mistreatment and deaths of patients. I have a friend who grew up in Northampton and he told me that St Andrews had a reputation like the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, a lawless hell-hole. St Andrews featured in the Jeremy Bamber case in the 1980s (please see post ‘Family Annihilation’) and was alleged to have provided very substandard care to Jeremy Bamber’s sister. Garth Angharad of course was one of the personal prisons used by Dafydd and the paedophile ring (please see post ‘More On Those Prisons For Folk Who Dared Complain’). A lot of people who complained about them seemed to end up in there, an establishment described as a ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’. After his release Hughes lived with his mother in Colwyn Bay. By the age of 19, he had convictions for assault, burglary, theft, criminal damage, threatening behaviour, motoring offences and possession of weapons. Such a record sounds dreadful – but Hughes was living in north Wales in the 70s and 80s and was in the ‘care’ of the mental health services and children’s services, which were rife with corruption and concealing a paedophile ring to boot. At the time that Hughes clocked up this criminal record, Dafydd and the Top Doctors had tried to have me prosecuted for, among other things, trying to strangle a doctor, trying to stab a doctor, ‘five assaults’, criminal damage and threatening behaviour. I hadn’t done any of it – as a letter from their own corrupt lawyer Andrew Park at the Welsh Office admitted – but that didn’t stop them all documenting that I had. The only conviction that they secured against me was ‘staring at a social worker in Safeway’s’ no less – but then I was a young woman with two degrees and an excellent solicitor. They managed to cause quite enough trouble for me nonetheless – had I been 6ft 8ins with a learning disability I’m pretty sure that I too would have acquired a criminal record very similar to that of Hughes. It is also recorded that before Sophie’s murder, Hughes had been accused of indecently assaulting three girls aged three, five and nine and was interviewed in connection with five allegations ‘brought by or on behalf of children’. These cases were dropped by the CPS because it was considered that the children were too young to give reliable evidence. I would have thought that a nine year old was well capable of giving reliable evidence and indeed nine year olds do give evidence, so I wonder why that case went pear shaped. But it’s worth mentioning here that those we have known have a bit of a thing about ‘children’ (apart from running a paedophile ring themselves that is). At the cover-up which constituted the investigation into my complaint about Dafydd et al by Robert Bluglass (please see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’), Dafydd told Bluglass that I had used ‘foul and abusive language’ in front of his young children and anyone who does such a thing is ‘not mentally normal’. I didn’t even know that Jones had young children when this allegation was made. Jones was not asked to provide any evidence for his allegation and I wasn’t even told that he’d made it – I only found out when I read the report. It was documented as fact. My post ‘A Trade In People – Between London And North Wales’ describes how a young woman from a family of three people with long-term mental health problems who were swindled out of their inheritance by a group of Top Doctors and lawyers was taken to Bethesda police station and accused of having a sexual interest in children within days of moving into the village. I know of another person who, after he made a complaint about the dreadful Tom Harney, a CPN with the aggressive and dysfunctional Arfon Community Mental Health Team, years later discovered that Harney had documented that he’d threatened to kill Harney and his family. This man didn’t know that Harney had a family. On one occasion, Dr X (Dr Tony Francis) accused me of ‘frightening children’. God knows how I did that, as with Dafydd and the foul and abusive language, there weren’t any children present at the scene for me to frighten even if I’d wanted to do so. There is among my medical records a letter written by Alun Davies, the manager of the mental health services, which has been cc’d to a number of people explaining that if Gwynedd Health Authority looked as though they are taking a ‘caring’ attitude towards me, this would stand them in good stead with the Courts next time they prosecuted me. Following the writing of this letter, the Top Doctors prosecuted me for making offensive telephone calls to a CPN in the Arfon Team, one Bridget Lloyd. I hadn’t done this and I was found not guilty (no I never received an apology). However, in her evidence to the Court, Bridget Lloyd stated that she was so terrified of me and that I was such a threat to her and her young children – again, more children that I didn’t know existed – that not only was Gwynedd Health Authority going to provide her and the legendary children with a safe house, but that she had been issued with a mobile phone to carry with her at all times lest she bumped into me and I attacked her. Some weeks ago when I received further bundles of evidence from my lawyers, I found a memo written by Bridget Lloyd just before this court case in which she states that I had only ever met her once, it was a very long time ago and that she was fairly sure that I wouldn’t recognise her. But that’s not what she said to the Court. This lot lie, they lie and they lie and they lie. And they really love introducing the concept of children into their tall stories. Indeed even Brown has had the children treatment from them. After we started publishing material about the practices of the mental health services and Brown provided a witness statement concerning their wrongdoing, a poison pen letter postmarked ‘Cardiff’ was sent to the authorities at the University where he works, which stated that he was a ‘known paedophile’ (please see post ‘A Nasty Ludicrous Poison Pen Letter’). Yes the paedophile gang and those who assisted them really enjoyed accusing other people of offences against children. Often people whom they had damaged themselves. Including possibly Howard Hughes.

Another thing that I need to mention here is those we have known take what a friend described as ‘pre-emptive action’ against people whom they might want to frame in the future. My own medical records show how Dafydd and Dr X (Dr Tony Francis) were very carefully building up a picture of me as a dangerous nutter for many months before they started court action against me. And it was all very skilfully done – letters detailing violent assaults that never took place were written and cc’d to people who had never met me. Those people would then make statements maintaining that they were frightened of me because I was ‘known’ to be ‘dangerous’ and then these statements were  used as evidence that I was so dangerous that people were frightened of me. I have collated all these letters and taken a note of the dates and what was cc’d to whom and it was very obviously co-ordinated and organised – and it began days after I made my first complaint about the mental health services. The friend who talked about ‘pre-emptive action’ also used a lawyer to obtain a full copy of his medical records and exactly the same process could be seen. Within days of making a formal complaint about the Arfon Team, it was documented that he had smashed down a door at their office and threatened female members of staff. He wasn’t told that this had been documented, but he was told that they were ‘upset’ because he had sworn at them and thrown a cushion across the room (which he did, he was at the end of his tether with them) and Tony Francis ordered him to write a letter of apology. He agreed – and Francis suggested wording which would be ‘helpful’. The wording that my friend was encouraged to use was to apologise for his ‘behaviour’ and for ‘upsetting and frightening’ staff. So he did as suggested. When, years later, he received his medical records, he discovered that his apology – as dictated by Francis – had been attached to an unsigned fallacious account of the incident, ie. the alleged smashing down of the door and threatening women. So this sequence of documents gave every impression that my friend had smashed down a door, threatened women and then realised how terrible his actions had been and he had thus guiltily apologised a few days later. This man is an accountant and a businessman. If those we have known fitted us up using these techniques I can only imagine the fun that they had with a man who had learning difficulties and literacy problems.

So, some time after all these offences against children that Hughes was ‘linked to’ but never charged with, Sophie was found dead and hours later Hughes was arrested. Within hours he was released on the grounds that the police had no evidence against him. But hours after that, they searched his home and very conveniently found indecent images of children, so Hughes was rearrested. Hours later he was charged with the abduction, rape and murder of Sophie on the basis of ‘further information’ that had been acquired. The details of this further information were not revealed. Hughes was remanded in custody until the trial in June 1996. There was no forensic evidence presented against him at his trial. However there were some very interesting witness statements. He had been spotted looking around on the ground in the area near the garden where Sophie and her cousins had pitched their tent. The witness claimed that Hughes had said that he was searching for some money that he dropped. It was stated at the trial that from that spot Hughes would have been able to hear the children talking in the tent – and that he would have heard them discussing how they were going to sleep in the tent. There was no evidence at all that he’d heard any such thing – but it was possible. You never know. It is recorded that later that day  ‘it is believed’ that Hughes tried to abduct six year old Alexandra Roberts who was performing handstands in a park but who then ran away. It is not explained why this was ‘believed’ – there is no record of any evidence that any such abduction attempt was made. (At one point on my medical records it is stated that ‘it is believed’ that I was in Risley Remand Centre after attacking someone with a knife. I’ve never been in Risley Remand Centre – not even as a visitor – and I’ve never attacked anyone with a knife. But someone believed that I was and I had. So it was written down and placed in my medical records.) At 2-55 am on the night that Sophie was sleeping in the tent, Hughes was spoken to by a policeman who saw him patrolling the promenade. Which was a convenient time for the policeman to have seen Hughes up and about in Llandudno, because Sophie’s cousin gave evidence stating that he woke up at 2-30 am and saw Sophie asleep beside him but when he woke up again at 7-15 am she was missing. At the trial, Hughes’s father – whom Hughes had not lived with for years – stated that Hughes had confessed to killing Sophie when he was taken into custody by the police. Hughes denied making this confession. Another witness, Jonathan Carroll – a career criminal who was in prison at the time that he testified – stated that he’d seen Hughes carrying a hessian sack along a street in Llandudno on the night of the murder and that he saw a glimpse of a naked body in the sack. He admitted that he was in the process of stealing property from someone’s garden when he saw the body in the sack which is presumably why he didn’t take action there and then. Unless seeing people strolling around Llandudno with a dead body in a sack is a day to day occurrence for him and thus he didn’t raise an eyebrow. A third witness was a convicted child sex offender, Michael Guidi, who told the Court that Hughes had boasted to him a few years before that he would like to rape a girl of four or five. Which sounds to me rather more like the fantasy of a child sex offender than a credible piece of evidence.

Miscarriages of justice tend to happen in cases where there is much emotion in the wake of a truly horrible crime. As well as hearing witness statements by Hughes’s father – who had always been rather desperate about his son – and two ne’er do wells, the jury also heard details of the injuries inflicted upon Sophie. It was stated that the injuries were inflicted before she died. Her arm and ankle were broken, her body was covered in bruises as though she’d been slapped about the face and head, she had internal bleeding and had been raped and sodomised. The Court was told that the sort of injuries that she sustained were normally seen on people who had been killed or injured in major car crashes. It was stated that her death had been as a result of manual strangulation and that her body had been thrown into the sea ‘to wash away forensic evidence’ (how would someone simply carrying out an examination of the body know this?). Sophie’s clothes were not found at the time that her body was. The court also heard that Sophie had been in so much pain before she died that there were teeth marks on both sides of her tongue and on the inside of her lower lip. So there will no doubt have been a lot of high emotion in that Court after hearing all this. Who was it who gave the evidence regarding Sophie’s injuries? None other than the illustrious Home Office pathologist Dr Donald Wayte. Wayte hit the UK media a few years before Sophie was killed because he announced publicly that nearly all children who were presumed to have died from cot death had been murdered by their parents. He had no evidence at all for saying this, but say it he did because He Knew. It caused a very big furore with many deeply distressed people who’d lost a child to cot death speaking publicly about the offence that Wayte caused. But no-one pointed out that the really worrying thing was that a pathologist who was responsible for giving evidence in murder trials felt able to spout hogwash on a subject about which he knew nothing on the basis of no evidence. And a few years later he gave evidence at the trial of Howard Hughes. But Wayte had a disregard for protocol on other matters too. I know someone whose mother was friends with Donald Wayte who, when this person was 15, was interested in ‘what goes on in a hospital’. So Donald Wayte took him in and showed him the lot. No worries about trivial matters such as ethics or procedure there… Interestingly enough, there is a Dr Avril Wayte who sits on the Board of CAIS along with Dafydd and Lucille – she’s a pathologist too. Very probably the wife or daughter of Donald. It’s a small world when you’re a Top Doctor.

Howard Hughes was found guilty of the abduction, rape and murder of Sophie Hook in July 1996. At Chester Crown Court. The Chester Crown Court where there was an attempt to imprison me after the Arfon Community Mental Health Team had perjured themselves (see post ‘The Arfon Community Mental Health Team’). The Chester Crown Court where the Rev Emyr Owen was found guilty and imprisoned for a crime that could not have happened (see post ‘Updates, Common Themes And News, May 5 2017’). The Chester Crown Court that was part of the Chester and Wales Circuit that was known to have a problem with corruption. But then the North Wales Police who investigated Sophie’s murder were also alleged to be riddled with corruption. The North Wales Police had been under the spotlight at the time of Hughes’s arrest and conviction. At the time of Sophie’s murder, the Jillings Report was being compiled. The Jillings Report was the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse scandal that was commissioned by Clwyd County Council. The Chief Constable of North Wales had refused to co-operate with the enquiry and the police had withheld 130 boxes of files from the enquiry panel. Jillings and his team encountered such obstruction and difficulties during their investigation that they nearly resigned. The Chair of Social Services and the County Secretary and Solicitor told the North Wales Police and the Home Office that what were described as ‘profoundly serious allegations’ against the police should not be investigated. The Jillings Report was famously not published after it was completed in 1996 on the basis of legal advice given to Clwyd County Council. They were effectively told that what had gone on was so bad that they should refuse to publish any of it and destroy all copies of the Report. One month after Clwyd Council accepted this legal advice, a reorganisation of the local authorities in north Wales very conveniently resulted in Clwyd Council being dissolved. At this point the Independent newspaper began calling for a public inquiry. In June 1996 William Hague, the Secretary of State for Wales, announced the North Wales Child Abuse Enquiry. The following month Howard Hughes was convicted and imprisoned.

But north Wales was going a bit mad between 1994 and 1996 anyway. The North Wales Hospital Denbigh was closing down and Dafydd was completely losing it – well there were all those people illegally detained out there, he must have wondered what he was going to do with them. Furthermore people just would not stop making allegations that they had been sexually abused whilst in children’s homes in north Wales – and those people had started turning up dead. The most well known of these people outside of Wales was Mark Humphreys. At the end of 1994, Gordon Anglesea, a senior police officer with the North Wales Police, sued Private Eye and The Independent for libel after they accused him of being a paedophile. Mark gave evidence that Anglesea was indeed a paedophile. Anglesea won the case. Mark was found dead two months later. Last year Gordon Anglesea was imprisoned – for sexually abusing children. He died in prison a few months after his conviction. Gordon Anglesea lived at Colwyn Bay – just down the road from Llandudno! The North Wales Police HQ was at Colwyn Bay as well! As for the lives of those of us who had dared complain about the mental health services – well it was in 1994 that the mental health services started moving heaven and earth yet again to have me convicted of something. Anything would do, it didn’t really matter what. I was charged with making the offensive phone calls to Bridget Lloyd at this time and Dr Tony Francis – who was one of the people who insisted that I should be arrested and charged – then helpfully wrote a report for the Court recommending what should be done WHEN I was found guilty. Only I was cleared, so that plan was out of the window. Regular readers of the blog will remember Mary Wynch, the lady who was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year and who sued Dafydd and the Home Office. Well after the demands in Parliament for an investigation into her case suddenly died away, it was in 1995 that Mary, by now elderly and financially ruined, was given a pittance of a final payment authorised by the Home Office and told to finally piss off (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

The judge who presided over Howard Hughes’s trial was Justice Richard Curtis. In his summing up he denounced Hughes as a ‘fiend’. But from the minute that Sophie’s body was found – before Donald Wayte waxed lyrical about the detail of her injuries and people branched out into a bit of blue sky thinking regarding the reason why her body had been thrown into the sea – the police seemed to have a pretty good idea of the sort of person who would be arrested for this crime. The man in charge of the investigation, Detective Superintendent Eric Jones, declared that the person responsible for Sophie’s murder was ‘a brute who must be caught – quickly’. They found the brute that they were looking for a few hours later when they arrested Howard Hughes at the house that he shared with his mother. A remarkably snappy bit of detective work there from a police force who at that very time was refusing to co-operate with a major investigation into a possible paedophile ring operating in the institutions in which the brute that they arrested had spent time himself. As a learning disabled child. Who even if he had raped and murdered Sophie Hook would probably have never known that forensic evidence would be lost if the body was thrown into the sea and her clothes were not found. I tell you who would know all about destroying forensic evidence though – someone with knowledge of police investigations. Such as a policeman who was a paedophile.

In September 1997 the Court of Appeal granted leave to Hughes to appeal against his conviction. Six months later north Wales was further outraged when the brute claimed that he’d been abused whilst in Bryn Estyn and launched a claim for £50,000 compensation. Two weeks after the brute launched this claim, the Court of Appeal rejected his bid to have his convictions quashed. A second appeal was made in 2001 – the Court decided that there was no grounds to quash the convictions. The judges at this appeal ruled that there must be no more contestations unless new evidence was discovered.

So Howard Hughes remains in prison – he’s now serving a 50 year sentence thanks to the intervention of dear old Blunkett when he was Home Secretary – on the word of a career criminal, a convicted child sex offender and his father, whom he didn’t seem to have the best of relationships with. And upon the fact that he was obviously a fiend and a brute, after a life at the hands of a thoroughly corrupt mental health service, a children’s service that had a paedophile gang operating in it’s children’s homes and a police force that had a well-established reputation for corruption and that employed a senior officer who was a child molester himself. But if Hughes is ever let out of prison someone might have to ask who did kill Sophie and how did Hughes ever end up serving a fifty year sentence on the personal recommendation of David Blunkett on the basis of such flimsy evidence…

 

 

There’s Going To Be A Hog Roast…

The Betsi website is announcing that a ‘kind-hearted’ businessman from Menai Bridge has been so overwhelmed by the excellence of the staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd that he has donated a disco and a hog roast event to the staff as a way of thanking them and raising money for Ysbyty Gwynedd http://www.wales.nhs.uk/sitesplus/861/news/44321 The event is to be held at Bangor Golf Club. The donation is being managed by Awyr Las, the ‘NHS charity’ for north Wales which was recently disgraced in the media (please see blog posts ‘The Wales Audit Office Cometh – Yet Again’ and ‘The Betsi Board Are Fundraising’).

I do not know the kind-hearted businessman mentioned in this story, but my antennae started twitching as soon as I read the phrase ‘Bangor Golf Club’. For some years my only knowledge of Bangor Golf Club was that it’s members played on the green that stretches over Bangor Mountain, located behind the town and when the likes of me used to go for a stroll up there we would sometimes encounter the golfers. Another person who enjoyed walking on Bangor Mountain was a former mental health patient who died some years ago, Trevor Tunstall. Trevor was yet another person who found the mental health services so oppressive and unhelpful – he also considered them a complete bunch of fools – that he divested himself of their ‘help’. The dear old mental health services treated Trevor with the contempt that they dealt out to everyone and I suspect that as usual, they actually knew very little about their patient. Trevor was a former architect who had worked on the Bullring project in Birmingham and had also served as an officer in the British Army. He was incredibly knowledgeable and erudite and was very popular among the students – he used to end up being invited to a lot of their parties and into the halls of residence for socialising. I used to discuss the mental health services and their idiocies at length with Trevor and he certainly seemed to have the measure of them. He particularly loathed Bob Ingham (who has featured on this blog before), an aggressive CPN from the Arfon Community Mental Health Team who, before Trevor threw him out and told him not to return, used to try and order Tevor around in his own home. (Ingham did far worse than this to more vulnerable patients – I was told by one family that Ingham had threatened to hit a family member who was Ignham’s ‘client’ on a ‘home visit’.) Ingham, along with two other members of the Arfon Team, Keith Fearns and Tom Harney,  was notorious for spending the time between 9-30 and 11-30 every morning consuming a cooked breakfast in the Safeway’s café in Upper Bangor. They were supposed to be ‘on duty’ at the time – this was a team who routinely refused to help the very few clients whom they did condescend to see because they were ‘too busy’. But Trevor told me something else about Ingham – that when Trevor was on his afternoon constitutionals on Bangor Mountain, he regularly saw Ingham playing golf up there. Trevor told me years ago that a lot of people who worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd seemed to use the golf course on Bangor Mountain. I didn’t think twice about this – I just presumed that it was yet another example of the Arfon Team abusing their positions quite openly – but many years later I began to wonder about Bangor Golf Club.

Bangor Golf Club touched my life again when Edwina Hart abolished the North West Wales NHS Trust with the establishment of the Betsi in 2009. As part of the reorganisation, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, Martin Jones, was recycled into the Betsi in a job created especially for him on his previous exhorbitant salary (now in the region of £130,000 pa), but his partner in crime Elfed Roberts, the former Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust, was not given a position on the new Board. Elfed was not happy – and although Martin had actually done very well out of the deal organised by Edwina considering what he’d actually got up to when he was CEO of the Trust, Martin was known to be very irate as well in the wake of the abolition of his empire. I was aware that Martin, Elfed and associated malcontents had stated that they would bring down the CEO of the Betsi, Mary Burrows. (One of their fellow travellers actually used the phrase ‘we’ll take her out’ which I thought was worrying.) Their first act of sabotage seemed to be the launch of what the Daily Post described as ‘Butty Wars’. (Elfed had a contact on the Daily Post as well which is why they were always happy to print the nonsense that he spouted.)

Butty Wars began when Elfed discovered that the new management of the Betsi had cancelled the contract that had previously been held by the Menai Deli to provide snacks in the WRVS canteen in Ysbyty Gwynedd and had given the contract to Ginsters instead. Elfed launched a campaign under the guise that he was defending a local Welsh business against Big Capitalists from England. He precipitated the most enormous fuss, organising protests at the hospital with placards, as well as a social media campaign and was given acres of coverage in the Daily Post. WRVS HQ were completely distraught at what was happening and couldn’t fathom it out at all – as part of Elfed’s campaign, the WRVS facebook page was targeted and there was much unpleasantness directed towards the CEO of the WRVS personally, with insults about her salary (her salary was far less than what Elfed had been paid as Chair of the Trust and of course he will also have had his police pension, what with being a former senior police officer in the North Wales Police). I was told however that Elfed’s own wife was involved with the WRVS at Ysbyty Gwynedd along with one of her mates, a Mrs Crump. I noted that the Daily Post reporter providing coverage of Butty Wars was one Eryl Crump. The other thing that I noticed when I explored everyone’s social media profiles – none of them had established privacy settings which suggested to me that they weren’t used to using social media and had probably only been introduced to it for the purposes of this campaign – was that the proprietor of the Menai Deli was a member of Bangor Golf Club as well as an alumni of Friars School. As was Elfed. As were a number of other people involved in Butty Wars who were unknown to me. (Interestingly enough, Keith Thomson, who had been CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust before Martin was also an alumni of Friars School. I do not know if he ever frequented Bangor Golf Club though.) There were so many connections and common themes between Elfed and the proprietor of the Menai Deli and his family that I did wonder if they were related – perhaps by marriage? Elfed’s facebook page also helpfully displayed all of his other facebook friends, a network of members of the police force throughout Wales and the north west of England, including the hotel in France where they enjoyed living it up, the Chateau de Cop, obviously chosen for it’s pertinent name…

I knew someone who had been lured into Elfed’s campaign because they had been led to believe that it was indeed all about defending a small Welsh business. But my contact soon realised all was not as it seemed. It transpired that Elfed spent most of his time when he was on the ‘picket line’ trying to pursue his various business interests, which included attempting to find tenants for a property that he owned. I had another contact who came from Glasinfryn, the village where Elfed lives, and when I told him this he told me that Elfed owned a number of properties and that it had long been a source of wonder among some in Glasinfryn as to how someone on a policeman’s salary had managed to accumulate a property portfolio like this. Someone else had told me that Elfed’s career in the police had come to an end after ‘the Chief Constable had a conversation with him regarding the perks and privileges that Elfed seemed to be enjoying’. Then something else became clear. The Menai Deli’s only customer seemed to be the WRVS canteen at Ysbyty Gwynedd – they were effectively just a sub-contractor. It transpired that the ‘contract’ had been arranged at some point when Ysbyty Gwynedd was being run by the NW Wales NHS Trust. Perhaps when Elfed was Chair.

Menai Deli eventually lost Butty Wars, although the war was waged over a period of several months and there was much bad feeling generated – things became very nasty indeed considering that it was all over a load of sandwiches and I seem to remember that it even hit the Daily Mail, who of course just framed it in terms of what a load of bastards they are in north Wales, they burn your house down if you’re English and they’re racist about who makes the sandwiches as well. Nice one Elfed, you generated a really good bit of publicity for Wales there. During Butty Wars, some people ended up on the receiving end of the sort of hostility that was usually reserved for patients who had dared complain about Ysbyty Gwynedd.

After Butty Wars there was, incredibly, another dispute involving a supplier of snacks to Ysbyty Gwynedd, this time concerning the snacks that were being purveyed on the trolleys being wheeled around the wards. This dispute never reached the dizzy heights of Butty Wars, but there were a lot of similarities, with the company who had previously supplied the snacks whose contract had been terminated maintaining that it was a great pity that the Betsi wouldn’t support a local Welsh company supplying excellent food. The company in question was Blas Ar Fwyd – that company is owned by one Deiniol ap Dafydd. Deiniol is the son of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones…

People involved with health and social care in north west Wales are not only inexplicably attracted to Bangor Golf Club, some have a keen interest in football as well. Keith Fearns, the highly abusive former ‘team leader’ of the Arfon Team who was allegedly eventually dismissed for seriously neglecting patients, was infamous for running of all things a ladies football team in Bangor. No-one could understand what his interest in this was, although the team was colloquially known as ‘Fearns’s Harem’. Fearns’s Harem weren’t merely just playing football across north Wales as one would expect, but they travelled to odd and far-flung places such as Eastern Europe. When I discovered just what Fearns was capable of (please see previous blog posts) I took an interest in his ladies football team. A lot of questions remained unanswered, but one thing that I did discover was that nearly all the members of the football team were either student social workers or probation officers or in junior roles in these professions. Another person who enjoys football coaching in his spare time is Martin Jones. Martin for years has coached a junior football team on Anglesey. Keith Fearns and Martin Jones are two utterly ruthless people who do not have an altruistic bone in their bodies – if any readers know why they find it worth their while to spend time coaching amateur footballers, I’d love to know.

Meanwhile I’ll look out for further details of the hog roast being held at Ysbyty Gwynedd. There are so many hogs up there that I imagine that it’ll be quite difficult deciding which one to roast.

The Arfon Community Mental Health Team

Until recently there was a notoriously dreadful community mental health team serving the Bangor and Caernarfon area, the Arfon Mental Health Team, who were based at 26 College Road, Bangor. They were a multi-disciplinary team of mental health professionals who were the focus of enormous dissatisfaction among patients and other health and social care professionals. Numerous complaints were made about them by patients and other staff and one occupational therapist based in Ysbyty Gwynedd was so shocked at their behaviour and attitude towards patients that he made formal representations under the North West Wales NHS Trust whistleblowing policies. But the Arfon team seemed utterly bombproof – no matter how serious the allegations of serious misconduct, no matter how many witnesses there were, it took thirty years before they were finally removed from their posts. Throughout this thirty years, there were constant allegations of gross malpractice against the Arfon team. Patients alleged that they had been threatened with assault in their own homes when being visited by members of this team and some women patients were claiming to have been sexually harassed by male members of the team. Most complaints involved the complete neglect of very vulnerable patients or patients being refused key workers and services if they had ever complained about a member of the team. This team achieved notoriety by regularly congregating in the café of a local supermarket every morning in Bangor between 9-30 and 11-30 for a full cooked breakfast. Incredulous patients would watch them, knowing that these people were supposed to be in their office down the road on duty. (These were the patients whose requests for any sort of input at all were regularly turned down by the team on the grounds that they were ‘too busy’.) I was told by a member of staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd that the attitude of the Arfon team to the whole world was ‘touch us and we’ll brain you’. They were led by an incredibly aggressive social worker, Keith Fearns, who was described to me by a former social worker in the region as ‘the most abusive professional that I have ever met’.

Before I even knew of the existence and identities of most members of this team they had acquired a High Court Injunction against me in the wake of me complaining about a social worker who worked there. This litigation was funded by Gwynedd Social Services – I and other patients were to discover throughout the following years that Gwynedd Social Services and the NHS in north Wales had an awful lot of money to waste where prosecuting patients for trivial reasons was concerned. They certainly had access to many more hours of lawyers time than we did. The injunction banned me from their premises at 26 College Road, Bangor. College Road is a main thoroughfare and a many students live along College Road and the roads branching off it. I had friends living in the area and I dared walk down College Road past number 26 on a small number of occasions. I was then served with papers demanding my presence in court in Chester – the Arfon team had requested that I be imprisoned, alleging that I had broken the injunction on numerous occasions and had been ‘harassing’ them. Very shortly before the case, I was told that the case had been reassigned to a different judge in a different court. When I arrived at court, four members of staff of the Arfon team – Keith Fearns, Jackie Brandt, Maggie Fookes and Bob Ingham – had all arrived in person to give evidence against me. My barrister was nowhere to be seen – she eventually turned up, very late and very stressed, furious because she had been sent to the wrong court. No-one had told her about the case being reassigned. She also warned me that we had now been given a infamously harsh judge, a Justice Roche. However, she said that the College Road team’s statements were all completely inconsistent with each other and they were obviously untruthful statements – they had not even co-ordinated the lies. Roche was a very bad tempered man and got very angry with my barrister as she demonstrated the contents of the clashing statements. He then made the most generous offer to their barrister – would they like some time to rewrite their statements? Interestingly enough, their barrister looked a bit embarrassed and declined the offer. The charges against me were thrown out and I did not go to prison.

In 2005 – nearly twenty years later – I finally obtained my medical records and I found documents relating to the case. There was a hand written message from the lawyer for Gwynedd County Council, who had corresponded extensively with Lucille Hughes, Director of Gwynedd Social Services, telling everyone to make sure that they went to the correct court because the case had been reassigned. So they all knew something that my barrister didn’t. (In 2000 Lucille Hughes was named in the Waterhouse Report as someone who knew about the presence of a paedophile ring in children’s homes in Gwynedd but who failed to act – she retired just at the point that the report was published.) By the time this court case had happened, I had been threatened by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones (more info on him will appear elsewhere on this blog) with imprisonment – I was told that DA Jones was a former partner of Lucille Hughes. DA Jones is now Chairman of CAIS, a north Wales based addiction charity. Lucille Hughes is a Board member of CAIS. Justice Roche seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet, I can find no trace of him anywhere.

But the Arfon team were not to give up. A couple of years after this, I was in a supermarket in Bangor and unfortunately Jackie Brandt was in there at the same time. Later that day she made a statement to the police claiming that I’d shouted and sworn at her and threatened her. I maintained that I had not. Nonetheless I was charged with an offence under the Public Order Act. The hearing was at Bangor Magistrates Court. Under cross examination by my solicitor, Jackie Brandt admitted that I hadn’t shouted at her or indeed threatened her in any way at all. She admitted that I hadn’t even spoken to her. She did however claim that I had looked at her. She then started crying. No questions were ever asked regarding why Brandt had made a statement saying that I’d shouted at/sworn at/threatened her.

There was yet another incident involving me and Jackie Brandt. Some years later I was in Bangor on a Saturday morning when I saw Brandt and her husband. I did not say anything to them but nonetheless he shook his fist at me. I walked past and about an hour later I saw them again. I still said nothing. I subsequently received a solicitor’s letter from Brandt accusing me of following her around Bangor and harassing her. My lawyer successfully defended me.

It didn’t end there. My last encounter with the Brandts was with Jackie Brandt’s husband about nine years ago. I was in a dentists in Bangor after having had a tooth extracted – I had a gobful of cotton wool and blood dribbling down my chin. The dentist had told me to wait in the waiting room, I think for the bill. As I stood at the desk talking to the receptionist, there was a commotion behind me. It was Jackie Brandt’s husband shouting and yelling at me. The dentist was called and they had to get me away from Brandt out of the back door. There were witnesses to all this and I subsequently made a complaint to the relevant authorities. I heard nothing in reply.

Other members of the Arfon team whom I did not even know caused me problems. Many years ago I was friends with someone who had been assigned a key worker from that team – he was a nurse called Kevin Payne. I had never heard of him, but one day my friend mentioned to him that she was staying at my place. Kevin Payne felt able to tell my friend that she shouldn’t continue her friendship with me because I was ‘dangerous’. She told me and I mentioned this to a nurse (unusually for the north Wales mental health services, a very good nurse) who put in a complaint about Kevin Payne’s conduct. My friend was due to have another meeting with Kevin Payne – at this meeting he announced that she’d got him into trouble and he therefore was not going to continue to be her key worker. She was refused further ‘services’ from 26 College Road.

On another occasion I was waiting in Ysbyty Gwynedd for a doctor’s appointment. I was then approached by a policeman who attempted to throw me out of the hospital on the grounds that I wasn’t wanted there. I refused to leave, explaining that I had an appointment and so he started radioing for back up. A passing nurse saw what was happening and came over. I explained that this policeman was trying to throw me out of the hospital and she told the policeman that I was waiting for a doctor and had every right to be there. The policeman left. I and the nurse were mystified as to his behaviour, so she went off to make some enquiries. She was told that Sheila Jenkins, a social worker based at 26 College Road, had seen me in the hospital and had rung the police demanding that I be thrown out. There was no investigation into this incident and no apology.

The constant aggro between me and 26 College Road eventually resulted in a meeting between me and Rob Evans, a senior manager from Gwynedd Social Services. Nothing very much was achieved by this. In 2005, upon receipt of my medical records, I found documentation relating to this meeting. Rob Evans had documented a conversation that had been held between him and Keith Fearns. Evans had asked Fearns what he had wanted done with me. Fearns had replied ‘lock her up’. Evans had replied that this was not possible. Fearns repeated ‘lock her up’. Evans had subsequently noted that this situation was unresolvable and that he was leaving his post the next day. So Fearns was clearly completely out of control.

It did not end here. Fearns and his colleagues continued to plague me, usually in the form of spreading rumours around the neighbourhood about me. People were so astonished at this that they were actually telling me when it happened. At one point, I was renting out a small cottage to a mental health client who had recently asked for a key worker. The Arfon team refused to visit him on the grounds that he was living in a house owned by me. In 2005 when my lawyer managed to obtain my medical notes we got yet another surprise. We found documentation written a few years earlier by an occupational therapist – who had been my key worker. He had described in detail an incident in which he had been summoned to 26 College Road by Keith Fearns who had demanded a conversation about me. (Fearns has never had any role in my ‘care’ – the Arfon team had always refused to provide me with a key worker, although a doctor at Ysbyty Gwynedd had complained about this.) For some reason best known to himself, Fearns demanded that this occupational therapist release confidential information about me to him. During this conversation, Fearns and another member of the Arfon team, Julie Evans, whom I did not know and had never met, made a number of extraordinary prejudicial statements about me that were not based on fact. The occupational therapist also stated that Fearns and the Arfon team had been personally rude and hostile to him. It was clear from this documentation that the occupational therapist was attempting to use the North West Wales NHS Trust’s whistle blowing policies to disclose the dreadful attitudes of the Arfon team and their persistent harassment of me. I could not find a response to this letter among my records.

By the time that the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board was established in 2009, 26 College Road were legendary and their relationship with two local psychiatrists was so bad that they were all refusing to work with each other. Their ‘out of hours service’ was an answering machine that told callers to ring back during office hours. (I know of at least one person who committed suicide during a weekend when she was left with nothing but the ‘service’ provided by the answering machine.) There were also allegations of very serious workplace bullying from Fearns and co towards any new members of staff who joined the team from outside of the area. A lot of new staff resigned within months of arriving.

Rumours then started circulating that 26 College Road were under investigation. Keith Fearns, Julie Evans, Maggie Fookes, Bob Ingham and one of their colleagues, a nurse called Tom Harney (known among patients as ‘the alcoholic alcohol counsellor’), were said to have been dismissed for seriously neglecting patients. Sadly no-one actually had them struck off from their professional registers, so Fearns, Fookes and Evans are now all working as ‘therapists’ and ‘counsellors’ in north Wales. Take a look at Fearns advertising his services here http://keithfearns.co.uk/

For years Fearns and his buddies have dominated the north west Wales branch of the British Association for Behavioural and Cognitive Psychotherapies and they continued to do so even after they were sacked. Take a look at the current elected committee of this organisation here http://www.babcp.com/Membership/Branch/North-West-Wales.aspx (Tamsin Speight was formerly employed as a nurse at the scandal ridden Hergest Unit, as was Ian Rickard.)

Tom Harney later joined DA Jones and Lucille Hughes at CAIS as an alcohol specialist.