Rivers Of Blood

The day before yesterday’s edition of the ‘Morning Star’ was certainly poignant in the light of recent posts on this blog.

It seems that Michael Crick recently interviewed Theresa May on Channel 4 News and as part of a discussion regarding previous Conservative Gov’ts stance on apartheid South Africa, Crick asked Theresa if she ever attended any anti-apartheid protests. Theresa testily observed that Michael Crick knew that she had not.

The ‘Morning Star’ reported that John McDonnell remembered that he and Jeremy Corbyn campaigned against apartheid in the 1970s and 80s and that on one occasion, Jeremy was arrested outside the South African Embassy during a protest. McDonnell remembered that at the time the Federation of Conservative Students were wearing ‘Hang Nelson Mandela’ badges. I remember it all well.

Sadly while those on the left were making a lot of noise about apartheid, many of them remained silent about the en masse abuse of kids in care and vulnerable adults in their own constituencies/Councils, including Jeremy and John McDonnell. What was happening to some dispossessed people was not only no secret but one had to work really hard at not noticing it.

Brown and I attended an anti-apartheid protest outside South Africa House in 1987. The police weren’t quite as violent as they sometimes were – on another protest Brown was kneed in the knackers by a policeman and I was shoved – but on that particular day in 1987 we didn’t see any police violence, although we did see a few people trying to wind the police up. We did however have quite an adventure in a tube station on our way back from the demo, after we stopped to help a girl whom we found kneeling over the semi-conscious body of a young man, crying ‘please don’t die’. It transpired that the young man was called Smurf, he had been inhaling solvents which was not a good idea and he was now in a bad way. Brown and I did what we could to keep Smurf breathing and chatted to his girlfriend at the same time. She was 15 and had run away from a children’s home in Swansea. Smurf had also run away from a children’s home. The tube station was busy and for more than an hour and a half while we waited for an ambulance – it couldn’t get through because of the anti-apartheid protest – hundreds of people passed us by. Two people offered to help – TWO. A middle aged lady – she was the one who called the ambulance – and a snappily dressed young man. Not only did hundreds of people ignore what was going on, but while we sat with Smurf and his girlfriend, about eight of their mates appeared. All of them had run away from ‘care’ and were living on the streets in London. Then a tramp appeared and offered to help. So out of all those hundreds of people – many of whom had been part of the anti-apartheid protest – who witnessed a boy who had run away from ‘care’ and who was in difficulty, only three people stopped and one of those was a tramp.

When the ambulance finally arrived, the ambulance staff took one look at their intended patient – Smurf had a red mohican and because he had inhaled solvents he had saliva running from his mouth – and refused to touch him lest ‘he’s got AIDS and he spits at us’. I told the ambulancemen that there was no risk of HIV being transmitted via saliva. Brown reiterated that. They still refused to touch Smurf. Smurf’s mates all ran away when the ambulance appeared because it was accompanied by a police officer. After much umming and ahhing and donning of protective gear, the ambulance staff finally agreed to touch Smurf, eventually got him into the ambulance and told us that they were taking him to – I seem to remember – the Westminster Hospital. The next day Brown and I popped in to see Smurf, only to find that they had discharged him just hours after he had arrived, when they considered his life to be no longer at risk. A teenaged boy who had run away from ‘care’ and was living on the streets – the leading Top Docs and Angels of London had sent him right back onto the streets.

At the time I was living in Harringay and the girlfriend of one of the boys in our house was an Angel. I told her that I was appalled that so few people had stopped to help Smurf and she told me that it was hardly surprising, whoever would want to help a young man on the streets with a red mohican? Well not the NHS, obviously.

When Brown and I met Smurf and his mates, I had not long escaped the clutches of Dafydd after he had illegally imprisoned me in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I have mentioned in previous posts that after I’d been there a few weeks, one day without warning Dafydd arrived on the ward, told me that he would release me if I agreed to go straight back to London and never return to north Wales again. Dafydd told me that he knew where I was living in London and that he had rung Haringey Social Services to alert them to my presence in the area. This was not any sort of referral for ‘after-care’, it was a threat. I was then driven to a train station by two Angels and literally put on the next train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and never to return to north Wales again.

The Leader of Haringey Council at the time was Bernie Grant, who was subsequently elected as the MP for Tottenham in June 1987. Bernie Grant was born in British Guiana and in 1963 his parents took up the UK Government’s offer at the time to people from the crown colonies to settle in the UK. Grant attended Tottenham Technical College and went on to take a degree course in Mining Engineering at Heriot-Watt University. In the mid-1960s, Grant was for a period a member of the Socialist Labour League, led by Gerry Healy, who was notorious for his sexual aggression towards women. The Socialist Labour League later became known as the Workers Revolutionary Party. Grant quickly became a trade union official, moved into politics and became a Labour councillor in the Haringey in 1978.

When Thatch introduced ‘rate capping’, Grant led the fight against it in Haringey, which created division in the local constituency Labour Party and it was through this split that Grant became the Borough of Haringey leader in 1985.

So Bernie had his feet well under the table at Haringey by the time that Dafydd knew someone there well enough to give them a ring without my knowledge or consent and alert them to my presence in the Borough. When I was living in Haringey, I witnessed at first hand the neglect and abuse of vulnerable people who were the responsibility of Haringey Social Services. Haringey Social Services have now been condemned repeatedly in a whole series of deaths of vulnerable children. In every case, Haringey Social Services and Council have been revealed to have been in chaos.

Tony Smythe – who was a self-styled anarchist involved with MIND when Dafydd was a leading light in MIND, as well as being involved with the NCCL when that organisation campaigned for paedophiles’ rights and the Campaign for Homosexual Equality when some branches of CHE (including Chester) were alleged to be a front for paedophile activity – in later life was a leading light in Haringey MIND. Smythe and his wife Jean were involved in a number of other community charities, including some in Haringey. See previous posts.

Bernie Grant was associated with the Socialist Campaign Group and spoke out against police racism. He didn’t speak out against the appalling social services, or indeed the truly dreadful local GPs, two of whom I encountered in Harringay myself. One Top Doc, a Dr Lippitch or it may have been Liptrott, listened to my concerns regarding what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, asked me what I did for a living and when I told him that I was doing a Masters in Experimental Pathology at Hammersmith Hospital he told me that he would be contacting Dafydd immediately. I walked out of the surgery and registered with another Harringay GP under a false name because I could see that the cosy relationship between Dafydd et al in north Wales and folk in the Haringey area was going to be difficult. Fortunately for me, the next GP was so negligent that he barely noticed my presence and never noticed that he was unable to trace the records of his newly-registered patient, if indeed he ever tried. He’d have had a shock if he had, because when decades later my lawyer finally obtained my medical records, I discovered that records relating to me at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had been forged. There was no record of me being discharged on the day that I was put on that train to London let alone Dafydd’s phone call to Haringey Social Services, but there was a discharge note signed by a Top Doc of whom I’d never heard stating that I had been discharged some weeks later and was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia no less. At the time that Top Doc was discharging me from Denbigh and discovering that I had paranoid schizophrenia, I was sitting in a lecture theatre at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School.

Bernie Grant died from a heart attack at the Middlesex Hospital – Gwynne the lobotomist’s alma mater, who’s network protected Gwynne for the rest of his career –  on 8 April 2000, aged 56. Grant was a diabetic and needed to maintain a good relationship with the Top Doctors, because it is quite easy to cause a diabetic to peg out. I note that Bernie died two months after the Waterhouse Report was published, among the many angry shouts of ‘massive cover-up’.

According to The Guardian′s report, after Bernie died ‘An estimated 3,000 people… turned out to salute the black radical. There were dancers and singers, a Highland piper and African drums. Also present were Home Secretary, Jack Straw, Chris Smith, Culture Secretary, Clare Short, Minister for International Development, and Paul Boateng and Keith Vaz, Britain’s most senior Black ministers’.

 

Jack Straw knows much about the crimes discussed on this blog, he has been actively involved in concealing them for decades, since his early years in political life. Jack got off to a flying start, both in terms of being a leading light in Islington Council, which at the time was hosting a paedophile ring in its children’s homes and of course as Barbara Castle’s adviser at the DHSS, when Castle was refusing to investigate the deaths of scores of disabled children in the care of Hackney Council.

Chris Smith, now Lord Smith, was the Labour MP for Islington South and Finsbury. Chris Smith made history for being the first MP to admit that he was HIV positive. As an older man, Smith has been in a long term relationship. He has never made it public whether he was ever a partner of many of the young men involved with sex work who were HIV positive.

Clare Short knew much about Dafydd and related gangs from her time as a civil servant in the Home Office, as a West Midlands MP whose constituency included Aston University when the VC was Thatcher’s corrupt mate Sir Freddie Crawford and from her many years in the Labour Party working with colleagues who were concealing Dafydd et al (see post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’).

Paul Boateng knew all about Dafydd, because Boateng was working as a solicitor for Birnberg & Co when Mary Wynch sued Dafydd and the paedophiles in the 1980s – Mary was represented by Birnberg & Co (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Boateng’s wife Janet was a social worker who was Chair of Lambeth’s Social Services Committee when Tyra Henry died in the care of Lambeth Social Services in 1987 (see post ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). There was a big paedophile ring operating within Lambeth Social Services with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. For more information about Paul Boateng, see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’.

Bernie’s widow, Sharon Grant, was on the shortlist to succeed him as the official Labour candidate for Tottenham, but was beaten by David Lammy, who won the by-election in June 2000.

On 5 December 2017, a portrait of Bernie Grant was unveiled in Parliament.

In 1987, Bernie Grant was one of the first UK Black British MPs to be elected. The others were Paul Boateng and Diane Abbott. Before she became an MP Diane Abbott was the PR/press officer for Lambeth Borough Council.

When I was living in Harringay, Jeremy Corbyn was the MP for nearby Islington North. Jeremy also sat on a Health Authority which covered the Haringey area.

 

The MP who preceded Bernie Grant was the Labour member Norman Atkinson, who was elected for Tottenham in 1964. Atkinson was born in Manchester, educated at technical school and became a design engineer at Manchester University. Atkinson was a councillor on Manchester City Council, 1945-49. A member of Labour’s NEC for five years, Atkinson also served as the Party’s national treasurer, 1976-81. As treasurer, he clashed with Chancellor Denis Healey at the 1976 Labour Party Conference. Healey was yet another person who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al, but then so did everyone on the Labour Party’s NEC. Atkinson was a Marxist on the left of the Party, a founding member of the Socialist Campaign Group and at one point he Chaired the Tribune Group.  In 1981 Atkinson backed Tony Benn’s campaign for the Deputy Leadership. Tony Benn was someone who actively looked in the opposite direction when I drew his attention to the abuse of psychiatric patients in north Wales (see post ‘No Cuts’).

In 1983 boundary changes enlarged the Tottenham constituency and before the 1983 General Election, Atkinson won the nomination for the constituency over a rival, another left winger, Reg Race. Atkinson was comfortably elected, yet in 1985 Atkinson was deselected by the constituency party in favour of Bernie Grant. In 1987 the Windbag was Leader of the Labour Party and Mandy was pushing the boat out in a desperate attempt to make him electable (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Atkinson, Grant, the Windbag and Mandy all knew about Dafydd and the gang, so presumably Atkinson was deselected for reasons unrelated to a pan-European paedophile ring who were murdering witnesses.

 

To return to John McDonnell’s memories of the Federation of Conservative Students and their desire to Hang Nelson Mandela; the FCS did of course become so excruciatingly embarrassing that Tebbs disbanded the organisation after they went on the rampage in a sea side resort where a conference was being held and indulged in extensive vandalism. There was someone in Bethnal Green who was keen on the notion of hanging Mandela the year that Dafydd was unleashing the hounds of Haringey in my direction. I described in my post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ how my best friend from school and her husband who both knew what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al were sacked from their jobs and found gangsters after them at the same time that Brown and I did. When I first went to London in the autumn of 1986, I stayed with them in their flat in Bethnal Green, which they shared with a group of people with whom they had been at Stirling University. Within months, virtually all their friends at Stirling became very cool towards them and two of those ‘friends’ caused havoc in their lives. One of the people who had been in their circle at Stirling was Jack McConnell, who later became Scotland’s FM, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published. Jack had only been an MSP for two years when he became FM! See previous posts and comments for accounts of Jack’s staggering rise to the top of Scottish Labour politics.

Parts of Bethnal Green had begun to become gentrified at the time – an expensive shoe shop had just opened and Bob Geldof came to look around a posh apartment block which had been recently developed – but most of it was still quite rough. When we used to go to Brick Lane market, there’d be a line of skinheads flogging NF/fascist mags there. One night my friends went out and painted ‘Free Nelson Mandela’ on a wall opposite their flat. Within a week, the slogan had been re-graffitied to read ‘Hang Nelson Mandela’.

My mates had been grumbling about all the fascists that were in Bethnal Green, so when we started getting hassled we just thought that it was because we were lefties. My friend’s husband was followed home from the tube station every night by skinheads who threatened him with serious damage and he thought that it was because he wasn’t macho and they’d mistaken him as being gay. Then a bunch of skinheads tried to gatecrash one of my friends’ parties and it got very nasty. The worst happened after I had escaped from Dafydd’s clutches in early 1987. I wasn’t living at the flat in Bethnal Green by then, but I used to go over to visit my friends from my place in Harringay. Every time I that got off the tube a seriously unpleasant man who would be waiting outside as I arrived followed me to my mates’ place threatening sexual violence. Brown later found out that this man was a serial rapist who had recently been released. Since I began writing this blog I have been told that at least some of these scumbags were presents from Dafydd and the gang who had been clocking my whereabouts and the whereabouts of my friends.

Dafydd and the gang were running a trade in kids/underaged sex workers between north Wales and the east end at the time. The local MPs were Ian Mikardo (see previous posts) and Peter Shore, who both knew what was going on. When the sexually exploited kids in care began dying from HIV/AIDS, Shore helped conceal the scandal all over again (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

 

On 18 Nov 1987 a fireball ripped through King’s Cross Station, killing 31 people. I was due to pass through the station at the time of the fire but my plans had been disrupted so I missed it. Since I began this blog I have been told that the fire was an attempt to kill me. The cause of the King’s Cross fire was never positively identified.

 
A police car, three fire engines and an ambulance outside King's Cross

 

The ‘Morning Star’ also reported that UCU members in England are going to be balloted over strike action. Sally Hunt, the General Secretary of UCU, has been spouting off about the wages of staff in universities being ‘held down’ and ‘fat cat’ VCs raking it in. It is true that some universities are now paying their VCs enormous salaries, but Sally Hunt has been using this discourse for a very long time, before the recent trend for astronomical VCs’ salaries. Back in 2006 when I was working at Bangor University, I and other post-docs and PhD students were doing the work of a contingent of senior lecturers who did not show their faces in the Dept for weeks on end. None of us had permanent jobs or even full time salaries and the PhD students weren’t being paid at all. Sally Hunt paid a visit to Bangor University at that time and amazingly enough I found her sitting behind me in a coffee lounge. Had Sally come to help the oppressed ie. the post docs and PhD students? No. Sally Hunt was holding court with those we know and love, who were pulling in £45k pa or sometimes considerably more, for not coming into the University for more than one day per week – if that – and  giving their teaching and marking to the rest of us to do.

Sally Hunt had rocked up at the invitation of the Bangor University UCU rep, Eileen Tilley. Tilley was a laugh a minute, not least because she was colluding with the corrupt Director of Human Resources, Lyn Meadows, who is now a member of the Betsi Board. Meadows was a frightful bully, breached confidence after accessing confidential details about staff and offered jobs to people who, when they arrived to take up their post, would find that their contract stated that they would be paid £2000 pa less than had been agreed when they accepted the post. See previous posts for details of Meadows’ wrongdoing. Meadows had previously worked for the Welsh Ambulance Trust and was a big mate of the paedophiles’ friends who were constantly harassing and threatening me. I was told that Tilley was systematically ingratiating herself to my friends in order to gain information as to whether I was going to sue the NHS. Tilley reached a peak when she saw a witness to the threats that I was receiving from NHS staff reading through his witness statement in the library. Tilley walked up behind him, stopped, looked over his shoulder and very obviously read his witness statement.

I was told that Tilley’s ambition was to become a rep on the UCU national executive and that she had thrashed out a deal with Lyn Meadows in order to achieve this, which involved Tilley failing to support anyone who had been on the receiving end of Meadows’s bullying and unlawful practices.

At one point Tilley appeared in the press grumbling about the salary of the VC of Bangor University. The VC had made no secret of his salary and he had not been involved in any of the negotiations regarding his remuneration. Furthermore his salary was nowhere near the top of the scale in terms of VCs salaries, he actually earned less than the VC of the chaotic mess that was Glyndwr University. Unfortunately for the VC of Bangor University, he had challenged the paedophile gang, as had one of his close friends and therefore He Had To Pay. When his wife developed a serious illness, they found that there was nothing that the Top Docs could do. She died. Interestingly enough, she had a virtually identical condition to one of the social workers who had facilitated Dafydd’s gang, who made a complete recovery at the hands of the very same Top Docs. It might have been a coincidence, but what was not a coincidence was the plan on the part of some members of staff to wait until the VC’s wife had died and then ‘blacken his name’ and frame him for a criminal offence. I gained the impression that Tilley knew all about those plans.World war i

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Fancy popping up to Bangor to have a word with them all then Ms Hunt? How about a march through Gwynedd, where the average income is I think still less than £18k pa, to plead the case of the paedophiles’ friends who have to scrape by on £45 k pa?

Before working as the HR Director at Bangor University, Lyn Meadows was a non-executive Director of an NHS Trust on Merseyside. Meadows was named in Hansard and on Frank Field’s blog as having colluded with a group of Top Doctors on Merseyside who committed a fraud from which they all benefited financially. There were rumours circulating around Bangor University that Meadows had made a packet from her dodgy deals and she was also boasting to her mates in the NHS regarding the scams that she was working at Bangor University.

So why did the VC of Bangor University appoint a poisonous corrupt cow like Lyn Meadows as HR Director? As far as I could work out he didn’t. Because his wife was ill and had been told by the Top Doctors that there was nothing that they could do, he had taken some months off work for the purpose of compassionate leave. When he was absent, the decision to employ Lyn Meadows was made by Professor Fergus Lowe, who had built his entire empire on his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes and who in high places had colluded with Dafydd (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Fungus was ably assisted by Elfed Roberts, a member of the Council of Bangor University. Elfed was formerly acting Assistant Chief Constable of the North Wales Police who had left the force amid allegations of corruption.

The Welsh Gov’t – when Rhodri was FM – appointed Elfed as Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust, which automatically gave Elfed a seat on Bangor University Council. When Chair of the Trust, Elfed had me unlawfully arrested on a number of occasions, once because I had pink hair and called his car a penismobile (see previous posts). None of my complaints about Elfed’s abuse of his position were ever investigated. On one occasion a PhD student- who had witnessed the harassment of and threats made towards me by NHS staff – and I were followed around the University by an unidentified man who did his best to intimidate us. I knew who he was – he was a bent copper who many years ago had been stationed at Bangor. I recognised him from the Good Old Days when people were trying to set fire to my house and I and others were threatened with arrest ourselves when we went to the police to report offences against us.

Many moons ago, Elfed had been the Sergeant at Llangefni Police Station, where, I was told, he was known to be corrupt. Dafydd lives about three miles away from Llangefni and always had a very cosy relationship with the police there.

When Elfed was obliged to leave the North Wales Police, he led a campaign against the Chief Constable who had kicked him out, Richard Brunstrom, who was desperate to clean up a rotten force. The ‘Daily Mail’ was happy to publish stories about the sins of Mr Brunstrom that Elfed had given them. The ‘Daily Mail’ reported that Richard Brunstrom was known in north Wales as the ‘Mad Mullah of the Traffic Taliban’. The only person who called Mr Brunstrom that was Elfed.

When the NW Wales NHS Trust was abolished because even the Welsh Gov’t could no longer stomach the stream of deaths and scandal, Elfed declared war on the CEO and Chairman of the new Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board which replaced the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Chairman of the new Heath Board was the VC of Bangor University – who’s wife by then had died after the loving neglect dispensed by the Top Docs of the Walton Centre on Merseyside. After the VC’s wife died, Edwina Hart, the Health Minister, proposed that elective neurology patients should no longer be treated at the Walton Centre. A campaign was launched immediately, both to get rid of Edwina and to ensure that all neurology patients from north Wales should continue to risk their lives at the Walton Centre.

The leader of the campaign was Professor Robert Owen, Dafydd’s mate from Liverpool University who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in 1989 after I complained about them (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). In support of Professor Owen’s attempts to ensure that Dafydd’s mates at the Walton Centre should be allowed to kill off grasses, a ‘memorandum’ was submitted to Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee. The ‘memorandum’ was submitted by a ‘group of retired professional people from north Wales’. Every one of the names on the memorandum was that of an associate of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

Oh, I need to mention a small matter re the unfortunate death of the VC’s wife at the hands of the Top Docs. Not only had her husband and her husband’s friend dared take on the paedophile gang, but many years ago, she did as well. So they fucking killed her.

Get it straight Top Docs – someone should have dropped a bomb on you lot a very, very long time ago. 10,000 documents. I haven’t mentioned half of the contents of them so far on this blog you worthless toe rags. Now piss off, sod off, bugger off.

The icing on the cake re Elfed Roberts was that although he wasn’t recycled into the new Health Board, Edwina Hart appointed him to the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust – Lyn Meadows’ former employers. Just look at what is happening at the Welsh Ambulance Trust… But Edwina had to give the old bastard another job. Not only because Edwina and Elfed had mountains of dirt on each other, but Edwina doesn’t want to die slowly and painfully should she become ill…

Dim problem Top Docs, you refused me all treatment years ago and then people armed with guns began pursuing me! There’s not much more that you can do to me is there. So you’ve got this blog….

 

The ‘Morning Star’ also told us that Theresa is visiting Nigeria to tackle human trafficking and slavery. That’s the Theresa who was a Councillor for Merton, an area served by St George’s Hospital Medical School when that institution was facilitating a pan-European trafficking ring (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’), the Theresa who as Home Secretary organised a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry by Lady Justice Macur which was yet another cover-up and the Theresa who organised the IICSA and so far has appointed a series of Chairs who have all been associates of paedophile rings, except for Dame Lowell Goddard, who returned to New Zealand in despair because the Home Office wouldn’t let her do the job properly.

Diane Abbott said that Theresa’s ‘warm words’ ‘rang hollow’ considering that it was her hostile policies as Home Secretary that ‘worsened the plight of victims of slavery and trafficking in Britain’. I’m not sure that Diane helped such people very much when she worked as the PR/Press Officer for Lambeth when kids in care in that Borough were being abused and trafficked. Diane is the former partner of Jeremy Corbyn, who ignored warnings that a paedophile gang was operating in his Islington constituency and who’s election agent was the business partner of a man who was jailed for a series of sex offences against school boys, as detailed in previous posts…

Diane stated that border guards and police officers ‘are the front line in the fight against modern slavery’ and that the Labour Party will employ hundreds more border guards and 10,000 new police officers. Diane, if the border guards and police officers themselves are corrupt and colluding with the trafficking gangs – and believe me, they are – your additional officers are only going to add to the problem.

 

Today’s ‘feature’ in the ‘Morning Star’ concerned ‘clergy’s sex abuse cover-ups’. The ‘Morning Star’ reminded us that there have now been numerous sex abuse scandals within organised religion, including at Ampleforth, Downside, Buckfast Abbey and of course that of former Archbiship of Canterbury George Carey covering up the offences of Bishop Peter Ball. The ‘Morning Star’ failed to mention that colluding Top Docs played a major role in concealing all these matters. The ‘Morning Star’ reported that the IICSA has found that the 2000-01 Review on Child Protection in the Catholic Church in England and Wales which Lord Nolan Chaired was a ‘whitewash’. Nolan carried out that Review in the immediate aftermath of the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

When Lord Michael Nolan was growing up, his family home was at Bexhill-on-Sea in East Sussex, a centre of paedophile activity where many of those who later concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang were based. (Sally Hunt lives in the area.) Michael Nolan went to Ampleforth, then did his national service in the Royal Artillery, 1947-49. Following that, Nolan read law at Wadham and Gomorrah when the debauched Maurice Bowra was Warden of that College (see post ‘Comedies of Menace’). At Oxford, Nolan became close friends with Sir Patrick Mayhew and Stephen Tumim.

Patrick Mayhew became a barrister, worked for the MDU and was responsible for ensuring that the child psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser continued to work as a psychiatrist after he committed sex offences against children. Mayhew became a Tory MP, then Attorney General and in that capacity he authorised three prosecutions of me for contempt of court, although he knew that the paedophile gang had perjured themselves on each occasion (see previous posts). Mayhew wound up as Secretary of State for N Ireland, where he concealed the ‘VIP’ abuse ring at Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast, an institution with which Dr Morris Fraser had been involved. Judge Stephen Tumim never tried to imprison me like Mayhew did, but Tumim knew that many of those in prison were victims of organised abuse/trafficking gangs and had been fitted up and was a friend and associate of many of the people involved with this (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’).

Michael Nolan was called to the Bar at Middle Temple in 1953. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was of a similar vintage to Nolan and was also a member of Middle Temple, then a Bencher and served as Treasurer to Middle Temple. Nolan became a Bencher at Middle Temple in 1975. Nolan became a QC in 1968, was called to the Bar in N Ireland in 1974 and became a QC in N Ireland at the same time. Nolan was a member of the Bar Council, 1973-74 and a member of the Senate at the Inns of Court, 1974-80.

Nolan was a recorder in the Crown Court in Kent, 1975-82 and then in 1982 was appointed a High Court judge. It was Michael Nolan who in 1984 granted injunctions to the NCB to stop the NUM using flying pickets. In 1985 Nolan granted an injunction to Westminster Council stopping the GLC from pursuing a poster campaign against its own abolition. The Tory Westminster Council was led by the Tesco heiress Shirley Porter who famously flogged off three cemeteries for literally a few pence to developers and also orchestrated gerrymandering on a huge scale, cleansing the area run by Westminster Council of poor people who were in danger of voting Labour. When Porter was finally held to account for her illegal practices and fined a great deal of money, she buggered off to live in Israel, although she later returned to the UK when the coast was clear.

Nolan was Presiding Judge of the Western Circuit, 1985-88. He was promoted to the Court of Appeal in 1991. Nolan heard appeals in many high-profile cases. In 1991 Nolan was a member of the Court of Appeal which rejected claims for compensation for psychological damage brought by relatives of those who died in the 1989 Hillsborough football stadium tragedy. Nolan reviewed the decision not to bring prosecutions after the Marchioness Disaster in 1989.

Nolan quashed the conviction of Judith Ward for involvement in the bombing of a coach on the M62 in 1974. Judith Ward was a vulnerable young woman who was known for confessing to crimes which she had very obviously not committed. Reviewing that case in 1992 will have left Nolan in no doubt as to the level of corruption prevailing within the criminal justice and legal/judicial system and he described the conviction of Judith Ward as ‘a grave miscarriage of justice’. Judith Ward was convicted at a time when, in a number of cases, the prosecution did not disclose to the defence material which might have been helpful to them and the jury. In 1992 the North Wales Police were investigating the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring operating in north Wales and Cheshire, a possibility which they dismissed in 1993. In the case of the north Wales/Cheshire gang, a running theme has been the non-disclosure of evidence, including the non-disclosure of evidence which would have helped those who were fitted up by the gang. Such as the existence of the scores of documents in my own case which demonstrated perjury, conspiracy and attempts to pervert the course of justice.

After just over two years in the Court of Appeal, in 1994 Nolan became a Law Lord, retiring from this position in 1998.

Nolan chaired the Committee on Standards in Public Life, 1994-98. John Major’s Gov’t set up the Committee in late 1994 after the cash-for-questions scandal, which involved Sir Peter Morrison as well as others. No-one mentioned that Morrison was molesting kids in care in north Wales as well as in other locations when he was named in the lobbying scandal. Morrison was found safely dead in July 1995, so that was one less thing for Nolan to worry about.

The Nolan Committee produced its first report in 1995 and ‘created waves’ by recommending full disclosure of MPs’ outside interests. Nolan also produced a report regarding standards of conduct in local government in July 1997. The principles embodied and articulated in the first report have since become embedded in public life in Britain and are often referred to as the Nolan Principles.

It was in 2000, at the request of the Archbishop of Westminster Cardinal Cormac Murphy-O’Connor who was a big admirer of Lord Longford who – along with his extended family – spent his entire life keeping quiet about the abuse of vulnerable people in ‘care’ settings which he found out about in detail through his penal reforming and charitable activities (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’), that Nolan investigated the issue of paedophile priests in the Nolan Report.

Nolan was Chancellor of the University of Essex, 1997-2002 and was described as ‘hands-on’. When Nolan was Chancellor of Essex University, that institution was housing Professor Andrew Radford, who in the 1980s had been Chair and Head of Linguistics at UCNW, where he caused great concern as a result of his Ugandan discussions with female undergrads and even greater concern when it was noticed that there was a high correlation between students who had entertained Radford and students who had been awarded Firsts. See post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’.

Nolan also served as Deputy Lieutenant for Kent. He died in 2007.

In the words of his obituary in ‘The Guardian’ “Lord Nolan .. made a profound mark on national life by substantially cleansing the Augean stable of corrupt politics as founding chairman of the Committee on Standards in Public Life.”

So that’s why there was the Parliamentary expenses scandal in 2010 which resulted in one MP going to prison and the revelations that a great many more should have but their bacon was saved by a massive shifting of goalposts. Then there are all the recent revelations regarding the sexual misconduct of those in Parliament and no-one’s even got round to doing anything about those who colluded with far more serious organised abuse…Margaret Hodge - Wikipedia

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It was Nolan who declared that MPs ‘should end their cosy self-regulation with the introduction of a permanent, independent, anti-sleaze Parliamentary Commissioner’. That will be the independent, anti-sleaze Parliamentary Commissioner who has consistently refused to take action against the many MPs who have since been exposed as being involved with sleaze.

While maxing out on Clergy Abuse, the ‘Morning Star’ feature reminded us that ‘fellow establishment stalwart Lady Butler Sloss’ – had to apologise for her inaccurate 2011 Report into the way that the Church of England handled allegations in a Sussex sex abuse case and that Butler-Sloss’s brother Sir Michael Havers limited the scope of the Inquiry into the Kincora Boys’ Home in the 1970s. This is all true – although Lady Butler-Sloss is actually Lord Justice Butler-Sloss because when she was appointed no woman had ever held the position of a Lord Justice of Appeal and no-one had the wit to call her ‘Lady’, so she was known as ‘Lord’. However, the sort of PR that Lord Butler-Sloss receives has certainly changed recently.

Butler-Sloss was appointed to Chair the Inquiry into the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which reported in 1988. That scandal resulted entirely because of the insanity of those who had concealed the paedophile ring in the north of England and who had links to Dafydd et al (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named…’). The Cleveland crisis, which was a consequence of Dafydd’s Friends In The North ‘discovering’ that huge numbers of children had been anally raped by their own parents which gave Dafydd’s colleagues an opportunity for repeatedly committing what in any other context would be considered sexual assaults on children, occurred most conveniently when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were making a lot of noise about Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Furthermore a few innocent people from Cleveland who had dared complain about the Top Docs found themselves in prison, one of whom committed suicide in there.

At the time of the Cleveland Scandal, the right wing press frothed at the mouth regarding the excesses of pinko social workers and Guardian-reading paediatricians. However, the liberal/left press uncritically took the side of the Top Docs who were causing havoc in Cleveland. I knew by that time that no matter what happened to us in north Wales, the mainstream press just would not report it. All coverage was of ‘caring’ doctors and dangerous patients, there was no other angle. Furthermore, every time that the Guardian was obliged to report a disaster – such as a suicide – resulting from Cleveland, it would be routinely accompanied by an article explaining to Guardian readers that child sexual abuse was a huge unacknowledged problem. None of those articles mentioned that Top Docs and social workers were facilitating organised abuse, although journos were well aware of that.

When Butler-Sloss was drafted in to hold an Inquiry because Dafydd’s associates had brought the NHS in Cleveland to a standstill with their idiocy and the Cleveland police refused to work with them any longer, the many profile articles of Butler-Sloss were hagiographies. It was repeatedly stressed that she was a Woman, so was by her very nature caring, warm, child-centred, level-headed and honest. Furthermore she was a Woman who had Broken A Glass Ceiling and a Woman of Fine Legal Pedigree to boot, so she was uniquely genetically endowed to be a judge and being a Woman she’d be a better judge than all the rest of them.

At no point did anyone mention that Butler Sloss’s brother Michael Havers, the Attorney General, was a corrupt Tory and had actively blocked the prosecution of a number of high profile paedophiles, including the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman, a senior officer in MI6. No-one mentioned that the entire Havers clan had reached their exalted positions in life by being born into well-connected privilege – the father of Butler-Sloss and Havers was Sir Cecil Havers, the High Court judge who presided over the trial of Ruth Ellis. Neither did anyone mention that Elizabeth Butler-Sloss had not made it to university and instead had worked as a secretary, only becoming a lawyer when she was older. Had Butler-Sloss fought with disadvantage, that would have been very admirable, but anyone familiar with her biography knows that this was a rather dim massively privileged woman who ended up as a Lord Justice Of Appeal because of who she was related to. Furthermore Elizabeth Butler-Sloss had tried to get elected as a Tory MP and was a leading light in the Church of England. ‘The Guardian’ and ‘New Statesman’ loved Butler-Sloss, because she was the best chance that their millions of readers who worked in the welfare services had of ensuring that the en masse trafficking of children in care which was happening at that time would be concealed in the face of the explosions in Cleveland and in north Wales.

Thirty years after Cleveland, with Peter Morrison, Cyril Smith, Greville Janner, Norman St John Stevas, George Thomas et al all safely dead, along with most of the judges who helped them and Dafydd and Lucille looking into their own graves, we can now be told the truth about Butler-Sloss and her nearest and dearest. What a pity that didn’t happen in 1988, when Dafydd’s gang were running dozens and dozens of children’s homes in north Wales containing hundreds of kids who were being beaten, raped and trafficked and who would find themselves in Risley Remand Centre, the dungeon in Denbigh or a secure hospital if they complained.

Peter Preston was the Editor of ‘The Guardian’ at the time. Preston knew about the organised abuse of vulnerable people in the welfare system, but welfare professionals were his bread and butter. Preston is now dead. The Mili Tants who wrote many a feminist column at the time reassuring us that the poor Top Docs and social workers of Cleveland had been hung out to dry for daring to tell the Truth have still not admitted that it is welfare professionals who are the key figures to the success of these trafficking gangs and instead now construct the problem as being one of male sexuality. I await their explanation for the many women who lied about me in Court in an attempt to see me in prison because I complained about those facilitating the trafficking ring of which they were part or indeed the comments of the feminist commentators regarding the many innocent boys/men whom were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang – often for sex offences – because they were witnesses who would not keep quiet.

Here’s a Caring Angel who knows a great deal about the trafficking ring in north Wales,  Grace Lewis-Parry, Board Secretary, Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board:

Grace Lewis-Parry

Following a career in nursing, midwifery and health visiting which included time spent in Australia and Canada, Grace Lewis Parry joined the Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority in 1993 and subsequently the North Wales Health Authority in 1996 as Assistant Director of Patient Care. In August 2001 Grace took up the position of General Manager to the Gwynedd Local Health Group based in Caernarfon and was then appointed as Chief Executive to the new Local Health Board for Gwynedd. Grace has continued her professional development, gaining a degree from Bangor and a Masters degree from Manchester University in leadership studies.  She attended an Executive Programme on Leadership at Harvard, Boston in 2007. As an experienced health care professional with substantial leadership, senior management and board level experience, Grace is passionate about improving health and health services.
When Grace was told directly of patients being threatened, unlawfully refused treatment or even assaulted, Grace would simply reply that she had been ‘appraised of the situation’ or berate the complainant for using ‘strong words’.
Here’s a few strong words for you Grace – ‘people trafficking callous lying bitch’.
Grace is a Roman Catholic and was torn between sending her children to a Welsh-medium school or a Catholic one. The Catholic education won the day.
I’m glad to say that facilitating a paedophile gang didn’t result in Grace losing her Wimmin’s Wisdom and Compassion. On one occasion Grace gave me a very hot cup of tea to drink and when I drank it, naturally I broke out into a minor sweat. Grace then asked me if I was menopausal because she had noticed that I was of a certain age. Actually Grace, I was not of a certain age, I was 52 and I was sweating because you’d given me a boiling hot drink. It’s called physiology and it would have happened if I had been 22, it was unrelated to the menopause. Furthermore I have never been traumatised by ‘hot flushes’, I found that taking off my cardigan and opening a window proved remarkably effective. Grace will have been on the HRT herself because she wouldn’t have been able to understand the results of the clinical trials which suggest that for most people, it isn’t a particularly good idea. In the light of what Grace’s colleagues did to me and others, I wasn’t going to touch it with a barge pole.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ feature on Clergy Abuse reminded readers that in 2014, the Archbishop of York apologised for previous cover-ups of abuse by Robert Waddington, the former Dean of Manchester Cathedral, who was once in charge of church schools.

Robert Murray Waddington, (24 October 1927 -15 March 2007) was the Dean of Manchester, 1984-93. He additionally served as Superior of the Oratory of the Good Shepherd (a dispersed community of Anglicans), 1987-90.

Dafydd’s old colleague and mate Dr Bob Hobson relocated to Manchester from the Maudsley in 1974. Hobson facilitated organised sexual abuse while he was at the Maudsley and he continued to do so when he moved to Manchester, where one of those who ‘trained’ with him was Tony Francis (see post ‘The Mentor’).

Robert Waddington was born in West Sussex and educated at Dulwich College, Selwyn College, Cambridge and Ely Theological College. Ordained in 1954, he began his career at St John’s, Bethnal Green. Afterwards he was Chaplain at Slade School in Warwick, Queensland. He returned to England in 1959 to join the Oratory of the Good Shepherd, an order of celibate priests. After 18 months, he returned to Australia to become Headmaster of St Barnabas School, Ravenshoe, where he remained nine years.

Returning to England in 1971 he was at Oxford University’s Department of Education before becoming a Canon Residentiary at Carlisle Cathedral and Bishop’s Adviser Adviser for Education, then General Secretary of the National Society until his appointment as Dean. In 2007, Waddington died in West Sussex.

Waddington was accused of abusing boys in Australia and Manchester, as far back as the 1960s. In April 2013, it was revealed by the press that as a result of allegations of child sexual abuse made against Waddington in 1999 and in 2003, his right to officiate at services was removed by the then Archbishop of York, Lord David Hope. However, Waddington was not reported to the police; Hope had cited his ‘[concern] about Waddington’s state of health’ as the reason for not doing so. It is likely that claim was backed up by a Top Doc’s opinion in order to tick the appropriate boxes.

One of Waddington’s reported victims told ‘The Times’ in May 2013 that the abuse by Waddington began when he was a choir boy at Manchester Cathedral in the 1980s when he was 13 and continued until he moved away to university. David Hope, among others, was censured for failing to act when complaints were made which put other children at risk. Bishop David Walker praised the Archbishop of York, John Sentamu for starting an enquiry. However, Sentamu has been accused of concealing other instances of abuse by clergy. Sentamu’s wife Margaret is a non-executive Director of the Leeds and York Partnership NHS Foundation Trust (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’). NHS professionals in Yorkshire concealed organised abuse, including that involving Jimmy Savile, for decades.

Bishop Walker praised the courage of those who spoke out about abuse and said:

Every time a survivor of abuse speaks out it makes it just a little easier for the next person to speak. Thank you for the courage you have found.

Bishop Walker might like to consider that in north Wales, many, many people complained about abuse. They were harassed, threatened, arrested, imprisoned, denounced as insane, incarcerated – often unlawfully – in secure mental hospitals, fired from jobs, subjected to vicious slander and libel, physically attacked and quite a few were found dead. They might well have been brave but I suspect that far from making it easier for the next person to speak out, they have acted as a highly effective deterrent. As one person screamed down the phone at me in terror after being on the receiving end of the Hergest Unit, ‘you complained and looked what happened to you’…

If Bishop Walker wants to drop me a line, he can e mail me or leave a comment on the blog. I can’t arrange to meet him because I’m in hiding and I don’t use phones with people whom I do not know because they can be used to trace me. Bishop Walker might be interested to know that a number of other people who were on the receiving end of Dafydd et al left the UK. Their attitude to Operation Pallial was ‘I’m buggered if I’m going to give evidence, everyone knew what was happening to us and they didn’t give a stuff’. A great many people knew what was happening to me as well. Those who did give a stuff and tried to help found themselves under attack, along with me.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ reported that in 2015 the Methodist Church apologised after an independent investigation unearthed nearly 2000 reports of sex abuse cases dating back to 1950. Two of those who helped me were active in the Methodist Church. They provided witness statements regarding the threats to which they had seen me subjected by NHS/social services ‘professionals’. They were hounded out of their jobs at Bangor University by Professor Fergus Lowe, with the assistance of Fungus’s mate Professor Lew Hardy; their letter to the Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust about an attempt to wrongfully arrest me for making ‘hoax calls’ when I dialled 999 in an emergency was ignored; and a Top Doc expert witness described them as ‘naive academics’ who had been ‘manipulated’ by me. One of them had a stroke and was told by his GP from Bethesda – a man who back in the 1990s was one of the Bethesda GPs who ignored the abuse of kids and psych patients – that he had an ear infection. He subsequently had another more serious stroke. He recovered well because he knows about strokes and knew what to do to give him the best chance of regaining speech and movement, but he has since found that for some reason, there are constant delays and missing test results within the Betsi Board regarding another health problem that he has had for about two years now.

I very much hope that my Methodist friends do not ever find themselves referred to the Walton Centre.

 

The ‘Morning Star’ feature on ‘Clergy Abuse’ mentions the multiple police investigations currently underway into historic allegations of child sexual abuse by church staff throughout Britain and N Ireland. The man who wrote the feature, Steven Walker, the ‘Unicef children’s champion’ and an expert on safeguarding, does not mention that virtually every Social Services Dept in the UK is now under police investigation for child abuse and trafficking.

No-one at all has mentioned the role that the Top Doctors are playing in all this.

‘Brain tumour love? Ooh, inoperable and incurable I’m afraid. We should know here at the Walton, we’re the best.’

‘Stroke? Don’t be daft, you’ve got an ear infection.’

‘Kidney stone when an in-patient at the Hergest Unit? Go and lie on your bed and stop making a fuss.’

‘Cluster headaches, one of the most serious forms of pain that you can experience which are also called suicide migraines because people used to kill themselves to get away from the pain? Oh you’ve got a borderline personality disorder. We’ll now section you and keep you in a locked ward for a year under constant bright lights while failing to provide any pain relief.’

‘In labour and the foetal heart monitor showed that the baby was in distress? We ignored it and the baby died. Legal action? Don’t even bother, the staff are all going to lie on oath, they’ve been briefed already.’

Let’s hear it for the Top Doctors, what would we do without them?

 

The day before yesterday ‘The Times’ ran a feature on Jan Morris, the travel writer. I used to live just a few fields across from Jan Morris’s house near Llanystumdwy. Jan’s son Twm Morys is well-known locally because of his gigs with his Welsh language folk/rock band. Twm is also a writer of serious Welsh verse and won the Chair at the National Eisteddfod some years ago. Since then Twm has been children’s laureate for Wales. Jan Morris herself jokes that when she dies – Jan is in her 90s now – the obituaries will make more of the ‘sex change’ that she underwent many years ago than they will of her writing. Jan used to be James and she underwent gender reassignment when it was very rare indeed and she was subjected to the most appalling hostility and abuse as a result. Jan went to I think Casablanca for surgery to avoid the excesses of the UK Top Docs who at that time treated people with gender dysphoria appallingly. I really admire Jan Morris for doing that at a time when it was damn near impossible to do such a thing without running a high risk of physical violence from the great British public.

There is however a mystery surrounding Jan. Jan – and her son Twm – must know about Dafydd and the paedophiles, not only because of the circles in which they have moved for decades now (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’), but because of Jan’s early career. James Morris was a journo for ‘The Times’ and he was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition. Another member of the expedition was Sir Charles Evans, the neurosurgeon from Liverpool, who regular readers of this blog will know spent decades as the Principal of UCNW, throughout the years when Dafydd and the gang dominated the college and ran their trafficking ring from within. Sir Charles personally knew Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd, because of his Top Doctoring activities. Sir Charles was at the heart of the medical corruption on Merseyside, part of Dafydd’s empire and then ensured that the UCNW branch of the trafficking ring continued untouched.

The leader of the 1953 Everest expedition was Lord John Hunt, an Army officer who worked for the security services. Charles Evans undoubtedly used his contacts in the security services to ensure that the trafficking ring was protected and to send troublesome people the way of Brown and I, as described in previous posts. I’m fairly sure that James Morris must have been working for the security services as well, it will have come with the territory of being a journo with ‘The Times’ in the early 1950s. Charles Evans was known to be a very difficult and unpopular man who when he was older fell out with his old Everest comrades so badly that he refused to go to the Everest team reunions. I knew someone who was close to Charles Evans who told me that even on his death-bed, Evans had ‘bitter words’ regarding his Everest colleagues. So Jan could well have been one of those whom fell out with Sir Charles in a big way.

However, whatever the state of Jan’s relationship with Sir Charles, she knew about the trafficking ring and what was happening to those of us who were targeted. Whatever Jan was doing in the security services and whatever sort of pioneer she has been for people with gender dysphoria, she was doing bugger all to save the lives of the people whom that gang were trying to kill and in some cases succeeded in killing.

 

The past activities of the security services were mentioned on Radio 4 this morning, in the programme ‘The Reunion’. The programme looked back on the murder of the Bulgarian dissident Georgi Markov, who famously died on 11 Sept 1978 after an unknown person in London stabbed him in the thigh with the tip of an umbrella on 7 Sept 1978 which had been loaded with a ricin pellet. Georgi’s assassin was never caught and this has always been blamed on the incompetence of Scotland Yard, which at the time was famously corrupt. The Commissioner of the Met when Markov was killed was Sir David McNee, who had only recently succeeded Sir Robert Mark who was notorious for having presided over a corrupt force. Mark served in Manchester and then in Newcastle, where there was corruption and organised abuse and then hit the jackpot as Chief Constable of Leicester, 1957-67. Mark served on the Mountbatten Inquiry into Prison Security, when his abilities were spotted by paedophiles’ friend Woy Jenkins who was at the time Chancellor of the Exchequer. In 1967 Mark was appointed Assistant Commissioner of the Met and eventually became Deputy Commissioner of the Met and then Commissioner in 1972.

The Met had recently been rocked by exposure of massive corruption in the CID and Mark set about attempting to reform it. He changed disciplinary procedures, returned many detectives to uniform, made a number of television appearances praising the uniformed branch following student unrest and protests against Vietnam and began to gather around him a group of loyal, ambitious uniformed officers. The uniformed branch began to gain precedence and CID was increasingly put under uniformed command. In 1971 Mark had formed A10, a special unit established to investigate corruption. Among those rooted out were Commander Kenneth Drury, Head of the Flying Squad and DCS Bill Moody, Head of the Obscene Publications Squad and ironically also of the Anti-Corruption Squad. Both were jailed, along with several other officers and nearly 500 more were dismissed or forced to resign. The rest of Dafydd’s mates remained in the there.

Robert Mark was responsible for the introduction of the SPG who enjoyed removing their identification and beating up black people. It was one of the SPG who killed Blair Peach, but as all his colleagues in the SPG kept schtum no-one ever discovered who inflicted the fatal blow. See previous posts. Mark resigned in 1977 when he fell out with Woy, who was by then Home Secretary.

‘The Reunion’ mentioned that it was presumed that Markov was killed by either the KGB or the Bulgarian secret services. The Bulgarian security services were keen to assist in the murder investigation and it was only after the event that people realised that the Bulgarian security services almost certainly offered to help in order to acquire information about the British security services and their techniques. So ‘The Reunion’ touched on the possibility that Markov’s killer got clean away because of collusion/fuckwittery on the part of the police and the security services.

As ever, the possible role of another group of people who regularly assisted with crime and flouted the law was ignored – the Top Doctors. The Top Doctor who treated Georgi appeared on ‘The Reunion’. He was Dr Bernard Riley, who at the time worked as a forensic pathologist at St James’s Hospital. Balham. St James’s merged with St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1980 and the St James’s building was closed in 1988 and the staff relocated to St George’s. The staff of St James’s were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophile gang and were operating as many scams as their neighbours down the road at St George’s were (see post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’).

Dr Riley freely admitted that when Markov turned up at St James’s explaining that he was concerned that he had been the victim of an assassination attempt by the Soviet or Bulgarian regimes, Riley thought that Markov was ‘a nutter’ or another ‘paranoid defector’. This is odd, because in 1978 everyone was acutely aware of the Cold War and tales of the horrible fates that tended to befall defectors. No intelligent person faced with a defector from the Soviet bloc would ever believe that they were a nutter or paranoid – it was well-known that defectors would be targets of assassins for the rest of their lives. Furthermore, after Markov defected he worked for the BBC World Service. He was an intelligent, multilingual man but had already been dismissed as a lunatic by one GP, which is why he turned up at St James’s.

It was mentioned on ‘The Reunion’ that after Markov died, samples of his tissue were sent to Porton Down – Bernard Riley had extracted a pellet from Markov’s muscle tissue after Markov died, but it was Porton Down who identified the ricin in the pellet. Porton Down is the Gov’t biological/chemical warfare research establishment and it had such a grim reputation that when I was working in biomedical research in the late 1980s, the salaries offered there were very high because no-one wanted to work at Porton Down. If you wanted the grimmest, nastiest, most unethical medical experiments, you bypassed the Institute of Psychiatry with its primates in cages being electrically shocked and decapitated and the Huntingdon Institute with its thousands of animals being subjected to pointless cruel toxicity tests and you went straight to Porton Down to sign the Official Secrets Act and pick up your big pay cheque.

Dr Bernard Riley’s colleagues at St James’s were concealing a pan-European peadophile and trafficking ring. They’d be well capable of not saving the life of Georgi Markov for any number of reasons.

At the time of Markov’s murder, Jim Callaghan was the PM and Dr Death was the Foreign Secretary. Why are we not surprised that the assassination of a Bulgarian dissident in broad daylight on Waterloo Bridge was never satisfactorily resolved, even though the victim went to two different Top Doctors and clearly explained that he believed that he had been poisoned by either the KGB or the Bulgarian security services?

Dr Bernard Riley is now a Top Doctor at Nottingham, a city which has featured previously on this blog with regard to misconduct and research fraud among the Top Docs there (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK!’).

In 2015 ‘The Liverpool Echo’ reported on three deaths of patients at the Walton Centre who had been given far too much anaesthetic, resulting in their deaths. One of the second opinions used in one of the cases was Dr Bernard Riley, who testified that the patient had been given far too much of the drug concerned. There was a police investigation but no member of staff at the Walton Centre was disciplined or prosecuted.

 

The success story that is the Top Doctors continues, with all national newspapers reporting medical breakthroughs and miracle cures at a very impressive rate. The Top Docs are finding cures for previously serious or  incurable conditions at such a pace that there is not the scope to cover them on this blog. It is clear that these stories are actually either accounts of very much more modest research programmes which have been written by journos who do not understand the research, or PR pieces prepared by the researchers who are being dishonest about the miracles which they claim to have witnessed but who are putting in for a follow-up grant so they need to report major advances. Some of the ‘discoveries’ were discovered years ago and have either been discredited or have become part of accepted knowledge so it is a mystery as to why they are being rehashed at the moment as ‘major new breakthroughs’.

These numerous medical miracles are taking place against a more sober background of serious healthcare failure in the UK. The Torygraph today reports on the scandal at the St George’s Hospital Medical School’s heart unit which is the centre of allegations that patients have died as a result of ‘a feud between surgeons’ – 15 patients have died over five years. The Westminster coroner has been asked to re-open inquests on the dead patients.

There’s more trouble at t’mill at the Shrewsbury and Telford Hospitals Trust. The 2017 inquiry into seven deaths at their maternity unit is now to be widened. Independent consultant Donna Ockenden has now been appointed to review further maternal deaths and the cases under review now number 23. The Trust are currently denying that there have been 60 maternal deaths. Should anything really terrible be happening at the Trust, Donna can be relied upon not to admit it.

Donna Ockenden was commissioned as the ‘independent’ consultant to review events regarding the Tawel Fan Scandal by the Betsi Board, after undercover filming by a whistleblowing nurse revealed elderly mentally ill naked patients crawling around on floors covered with urine and faeces while Angels swore at them. One patient had an untreated broken arm. See post ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’. The police investigated but no charges were brought. The Angel who blew the whistle was sacked and struck off and has received death threats. The staff filmed abusing the patients told the ‘Daily Post’ that they had done nothing wrong and that the scandal was the fault of ‘trouble making relatives’. The staff were transferred to work on another ward, where months later some of them were caught abusing patients again. No staff have yet been sacked or struck off, except of course for the whistleblower. The staff refused to co-operate with an investigation into the abuse.

When Donna Ockenden was commissioned to investigate Tawl Fan, she made public that she wanted to hear from anyone who had experience of the mental health services in north Wales. I contacted her and she invited me to meet her and a surgeon who was assisting her with the investigation to discuss my experiences with the mental health services. Donna also asked me to send her any evidence that I had. I sent Donna evidence of patient abuse, assault, perjury, threats to patients, a flat refusal by the NHS to investigate serious complaints and the destruction of evidence by Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Donna explained to me that Martin was helping her investigate the Tawel Fan Scandal. She then e mailed me cancelling our meeting and I heard no more from her. Neither did another patient who also sent Donna documentary evidence as damning as that from my own case. A few weeks ago Donna appeared in the media explaining that she had investigated Tawel Fan and had told the Betsi Board that things had to change and that they did not have a functioning mental health service. Donna then went away and has not returned. The relatives of the Tawel Fan patients told the media that they felt ‘let down’ by Donna (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’). I am now in hiding. Martin Jones has now been appointed as the Chief Investigator for the Wales NHS.

The Shrewsbury and Telford NHS Trust has absolutely nothing to worry about now that Donna is on the job, no matter how many patients they have killed.

 

Here’s another Top Doctor who knew about the trafficking ring in north Wales who probably thinks that he’s gone under the radar – Dr Evans. I can’t remember Dr Evans’s first name, but he was another of the GPs who arrived to do a few shifts at the Student Health Centre in 1984-85, when Dr D.G.E. Wood was facilitating the trafficking ring. Dr Evans was based at Bodnant Surgery…

RAUS, RAUS, I’ll be naming more of you soon…

 

Jennifer’s Diary

In the late 1980s, as I and Brown came under increasing attack from the paedophiles’ friends and some of those known to me in Somerset found themselves in receipt of friendship and generosity from the friends and relatives of the idle rich who had for some reason begun to frequent the Cottage Inn at Fiddington and other locations in the Bridgwater area (eg. see posts ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’), I noticed something rather inexplicable happening to my father where his employment was concerned.

When younger, my father worked in agriculture but in middle age he went to work in a small ailing factory in Bridgwater owned by a company called Redland Quilting. Redland was a company set up years previously by a man called Bill Cockhill, who had been a business associate of my grandpa’s from years previously. After my grandpa died I suspect that Bill began ripping off my father, because from what I remember it was then that things became very difficult. I have no idea how well grandpa knew Bill Cockhill. Bill was chatty and charming but I have been told that he was very unscrupulous.

I don’t think that Bill’s background was quite what Bill liked people to believe that it might have been. Although by the late 1970s Bill was living in a grand house near Bristol, driving Aston Martin cars and had sent his two daughters to expensive schools, Bill had little education and had been to a secondary modern school. My father used to notice that although Bill could do the socialising bit needed for business very well, Bill was not that sharp and not that knowledgeable.

When father went to work at Redland – I think that Bill had persuaded grandpa that this would be a great opportunity, only for it to be a really bum deal – the business side of the company was managed by a man called Ken Dewar and his wife Doreen assisted. Ken and Doreen were big names in the Bridgwater Tories and were also involved with charidee – they helped set up the Bridgwater Samaritans. So imagine everyone’s surprise when in the mid-1970s Bill found that Ken had embezzled thousands of quid from Redland, had stolen an expensive machine and had set up his own business on the back of everything that he’d nicked from Bill. The dosh that had been stolen were the bonuses that were due to my father. Ken Dewar pocketed the lot. Doreen was in on the swindle.

Bill confronted the Dewars and they fessed up. I don’t know why Bill didn’t prosecute them – did they have knowledge of wrongdoing on Bill’s part perhaps? – but Bill cut them out of his life and business, photocopied all the evidence that he’d gathered on them and sent it to all Ken Dewar’s business associates. Dewar’s business plans came to an end, but the Dewars still seemed to enjoy an affluent existence and were not frozen out of polite society in Bridgwater. They established the Samaritans AFTER Bill had exposed the Dewars as crooks…

The Dewars had a son called Neil who was quite a bit older than me whom I never met, who I think might be the Dr Neil Dewar who works as an environmental scientist at the University of Capetown. The Dewars also had a daughter, Fiona, who was about two years older than me with whom I sometimes played before her parents robbed my father. When I was a young adult, Fiona Dewar appeared in the media constructed as a Plucky Young Woman after she beat up a thief who tried to steal her car. Fiona would have been able to do that, when she was a teenager she was noted for being very tall, she was about six foot. I did note the irony of the Dewars being interviewed by the press in their capacity as crime fighters…

I was always of the opinion that father should have confronted the Dewars, but he didn’t. Bill saw them off and I suspect that father thought that the Dewars would then keep a discreetly low profile. Of course they didn’t, they played a leading light in Bridgwater which I suspected left father in a difficult position. A bit like all those in north Wales who had been stuffed over by Dafydd et al but who didn’t feel able to say anything.

Many years ago, it was suggested to me that the Freemasons in Somerset targeted my father after my grandfather had died as a revenge attack, not being able to get at grandpa himself, who loathed the Masons and openly took the piss out of them. I dismissed this out of hand at the time, but then when I began investigating Dafydd et al who were definitely protected by Freemasonry, I received messages telling me to look into what happened to my father because Masonic corruption was almost certainly involved. In a town like Bridgwater, Freemasonry would have been very influential in the 1960s and 70s, so for a while I thought, well it might have been possible. Since I began the blog, the information has been coming in…

After the departure of the Dewars, Redland carried on as a near sweat-shop. I worked there in the summer holidays after my O levels and there were a few things which were quite surreal. The workers were Bridgwater people who lived nearby, most of them were young women with no qualifications who were desperate to get married and have kids to escape the drudgery of their jobs. There were three older women who worked much harder and who were very chatty. One of them was lovely, a mother of two who’s son had been at school with me. She knew much of what I have written about on this blog with regard to Bridgwater, the dreadful conduct of some professional people and their corruption, but she took the view that people like her and her husband would never have been listened to if they had ever raised concerns. One of the other older women was later found to be stealing from the business in quite a big way – although not on the sort of scale that the Dewars did – and Bill sacked her.

Bill’s daughter Sheena worked at Redland that summer with me. Sheena was training to be a riding instructor and was an incredibly hard worker. I became quite friendly with Sheena throughout those weeks, although I never saw her again afterwards.

Bill himself would turn up at Redland for two or three days a week. He would work alongside everyone and chat, but the style that Bill lived in was certainly noted by the workers who really were paid a pittance, even by the standards of unskilled work, so there was resentment towards him.

There was another visitor to Redland as well, someone who was not the sort of man one would trip over in Bridgwater that often. Michael Biggs, or as he was always called with a degree of sarcasm, Mr Biggs. Mr Biggs was posh. Really posh, not just a GP in Bridgwater and a County Councillor. Mr Biggs had been to Eton and had been an officer in the Guards. He was a ‘businessman’ who lived in Godalming, Surrey.

Michael Biggs was one of Redland’s customers. For a few years, Redland manufactured things that were referred to as ‘freezer bags’. They were the forerunners of cold storage boxes. I always thought that the freezer bags were really naff, but they were designed to enable frozen food to be stored in them without it melting. There were no other similar products on the market at the time, so there was a demand for them. It was Michael Biggs who sold the freezer bags, from his base in Godalming.

Living in Somerset and knowing many small businessmen and farmers I was well-versed regarding the sins of the ‘middle man’. The bloke who did nothing but sell a product at vast profit which had been farmed or made by someone else who was paid bugger all. Michael Biggs was a middle man par excellence. He purchased the freezer bags from Redland for something like £1 each. Michael flogged them for nearly £9. Biggs didn’t even pack the bags – Redland did absolutely everything, made the freezer bags and packed them, even putting the instruction leaflets in before sealing the packaging. Michael Biggs would arrive in Bridgwater once a week with a trailer and Range Rover and the Redland workers would load Biggs’s trailer with the freezer bags and he’d drive back to Godalming with them. Biggs would watch us load the trailer, he didn’t put one bag in himself. Neither did Mr Biggs splash out on advertising more than he had to. The rather boring looking lady holding the freezer bag who appeared on the leaflets and in the adverts was Biggs’s daughter. As far as I can work out, all Biggs did was store the freezer bags in Surrey, place a few small ads in cheap n cheerful publications and then dispatch the freezer bags. The customers had to pay postage and packing.

I cannot fathom why Bill entered into this arrangement with Biggs. Bill was a sharp and greedy man, he knew that Biggs was making a killing because he used to talk about it. Biggs ordered Bill about as well. It was Biggs who insisted that Redland should pack the freezer bags as well as manufacture them and yet Bill did not say piss off, you’re already doing really well out of all of this. When we were loading Biggs’s trailer, Sheena and Bill would help with the grafting, but not Biggs.

I didn’t visit Redland again after the summer of 1979 but obviously I heard about what went on there. I was reminded of Mr Biggs again in 1988, because I found myself living near him when I worked in the Cancer Research Campaign team at Surrey University. In my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ I detailed how my work at Surrey was plagiarised and given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who published it with her name on it. I was made redundant after a year on the grounds that there was no further funding for me, while my work was used to secure further funding which was given to other researchers.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ describes a big research fraud that was perpetrated by those associated with my colleagues at Surrey which resulted in a scandal in 1990, causing one member of the team to kill himself when the fraud was exposed. One person involved was Dr Peter Macguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis. Macguire was a psychiatrist who suddenly decided that he was going to become a cancer researcher, just at the time that I entered cancer research.

By the time that I was working in Surrey, Dafydd et al were in full pursuit of me, as documents in my possession demonstrate. They were also using unlawful means to trace my home addresses.

It was when I lived in Surrey that a serial rapist targeted me. I got away, but he raped the woman who was the next person along the footpath after me.

The CRC team at Surrey was led by Prof Vincent Marks, who’s brother Dr John Marks was President of the BMA. When I worked for Vincent Marks, his brother was in full battle with Health Secretary Ken Clarke. They loathed each other. No-one won the battle because they were both concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al.

In Surrey I was unable to get effective NHS care. Professor Marks recommended a truly appalling psychiatrist called Michael Browne, telling me that he was ‘very good’. He wasn’t. Browne’s base, Brookwood Hospital, had been named and shamed repeatedly for neglecting patients so badly that they killed themselves. A few years after I left Surrey, Michael Browne was named in a scandal involving the gross clinical negligence of a young man who died in Wormwood Scrubs. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

I registered with the GP nearest to where I lived, a man called Michael Hudson. On my first visit he was rude and hostile and refused to assist me. Hudson was later struck off but I don’t know why. I didn’t return to Hudson, but instead went to another surgery, where I met a much nicer GP, Nigel Baldock. Dr Baldock made it clear that he had no opinion of psychiatrists. But guess what happened after my first consultation with Dr Baldock? He received a phone call from ever such a helpful man from north Wales who was so worried about me and just wanted to help, Dr D.G.E. Wood (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’). That’s the D.G.E. Wood who came from Bristol, who’s father was a Top Doc in Bristol and who still lived there, the D.G.E. Wood who had a whole corrupt network in Bristol, linked with David Hunt’s corrupt network in Bristol. The Lord David Hunt who spent so many years in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dafydd, Francis, Wood et al, as detailed in previous posts.

Bill Cockhill lived in Bristol, his network was there and Redland was a company which originated in Bristol.

When I lived in Surrey, I was walking in the Devil’s Punch-Bowl when I had a fall and sustained quite a nasty injury. I didn’t break anything, but I tore ligaments. I went to the hospital in Guildford who told me that there was nothing that they could do about this, I just had to go home and rest my ankle. I was able to walk again after a couple of weeks but the injury never healed properly and I still have a weakness in my ankle. I was later told that there was a lot more that the hospital could have done and that they knew this.

Then there was the time in Surrey that I sliced my finger open and rang the GP on call to ask for advice as to how to treat the injury because the adipose tissue was falling out which was worrying. He told me that there was nothing that he could do and rang off.

When I worked for Vincent Marks, I lived in a village called Thursley. It was just down the road from Godalming. Mr Biggs lived in Godalming. Biggs lived at The Mill, Mill Lane. Biggs is listed as being a Director of M.R.B. Holdings, a Director of M.R.B. Properties, a Director of Hatch Mill Properties Ltd and a Director of Eusalink Ltd. Biggs certainly built an empire on the back of those freezer bags and the badly paid workers of Redland Quilting.

I shared the cottage at Thursley with two young people, Guy and Beth, who were the offspring of well-heeled Surrey professionals but who seemed to be at a rather loose end. Beth’s mother was an educational psychologist and I have been told that she might have been nobbled by Dafydd’s network. Beth’s mum lived in Godalming. For a while, a midwife called Ann shared the house with us. I became quite friendly with Ann, she knew what had happened to me in north Wales and was worried for my safety. She told me that she had witnessed patient harm in hospitals and Top Doctors destroying medical records to conceal it, which was why she left midwifery. Ann was working in a private school for children with difficulties but resigned after just a few months and left Surrey. She discovered more and more about the school which made her increasingly unhappy and I now suspect that she discovered that there was abuse of the children there. She didn’t ever tell me that, but the euphemisms that Ann used I now know to be those used when people are getting the hell out of somewhere because there is abuse of vulnerable people happening. It has also been suggested to me that Ann was either a member of the security services who was sent to befriend me or that she was terrified of what was unravelling in north Wales and fled. See post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’.

It was when I was working at Surrey University in 1988 that upheavals occurred at Redland Quilting. Redland was located off the Bristol Road in Bridgwater. There was a big new development planned and a load of old properties, including some houses and the building which Redland occupied, were going to be demolished. I don’t know whether it was a case of a compulsory purchase order, but as far as I knew, there was no choice, the buildings were going to be demolished. So Redland had to find new premises if it were to continue in business. Bill Cockhill then announced that he had found someone who wanted to buy Redland, which came as quite a surprise to me, it was not the sort of business that would be snapped up. Even more surprisingly, the new owner was a businessman from Nottingham no less, a man called Richard Tennant.

I had worked at Nottingham until Dec 1987, it was where I witnessed the huge research fraud carried out at the Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University, by Prof Robert Baldwin and his merry men and a few women as well (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Nottingham was where I made friends with the two medical students who also witnessed neglect and research fraud who later left medicine. One of those medical students had a father who was a Civil Service mandarin. I have found out who he was and there is a blog post coming soon about him. His daughter was lovely, but Baldwin’s henchmen did not like her and she was under fire from them.

Not only had Richard Tennant from Nottingham bought Redland from Bill Cockhill, but Richard explained that Redland would be relocating to Nottingham, so obviously the local Bridgwater workers would all be made redundant. My father was about 60. The ‘redundancy packages’ offered were derisory. Father knew that although he’d worked all his life, he would never get another job again at his age. He was also the sort of person who would never have considered claiming benefits, except for the old age pension which he wasn’t due for another five years.

So Richard Tennant offered father a job in Nottingham, although he knew that father had spent virtually his entire life in Somerset and owned his house there. Richard acknowledged that father couldn’t be expected to sell up and relocate to Nottingham, so after a lot of wriggling around on Tennant’s part, Tennant made an alternative offer to father instead. He offered father a job in Nottingham from Monday to Thursday, along with father being put up in a B&B from Monday to Thursday paid for by Tennant, so that father could commute from Somerset. The pay was higher than father’s previous salary, but wasn’t actually high enough for most people to have said yes to such an arrangement. A younger person beginning a career might have agreed to this, but not a sixty year old man who was physically strong still but who’s health was beginning to decline. But being father he said yes, because, as he said to me, I’ll never get another job and I am not going on the dole.

So father started the long distance commuting. He commented to me that he was surprised to find that the other guests in the ‘B&B’ were young families on the dole with children. I guessed what sort of ‘B&B’ Richard Tennant had chosen in which to house his employee. This arrangement went on for a while, with father getting increasingly knackered and realising that the ‘B&B’ was quite insalubrious really. It transpired that Tennant owned a little flat in Nottingham, so father started using that.

I heard from most other people that Richard Tennant was a charming, pleasant man who wasn’t an unscrupulous old bugger like Bill Cockhill. But father seemed less enamoured of Richard Tennant. It was fairly clear that father was exhausted and was being exploited but did not feel able to do anything about this. I think that he might have tried to raise the subject with Tennant once, because when a relative told father that this was an unacceptable arrangement, father snapped ‘well he’s made it very clear to me that I’m already costing him a fortune’.

The bizarre arrangement continued for a number of years, until father did retire. Father’s life was undoubtedly at risk during those years. His health began failing and the commuting to Nottingham was so exhausting that he was falling asleep at the wheel. Richard Tennant knew about this. Father had what I know damn well was a heart attack. For once father actually allowed a Top Doctor to be called, who told father than one thing that he hadn’t had was a heart attack. Dr fucking Matthews of Nether Stowey knew as well as I did that father had indeed had a heart attack, but not only had Matthews already killed the dad of a girl with whom I went to school by gross neglect, but I have been told that Matthews knew that father had a daughter who would not shut up about the criminal activity that she had witnessed in north Wales.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in 1988. I have found a website on which someone but I’m not sure who describes the evolution of Richard’s business. This is Richard’s Story:

The more observant amongst you will have noticed the addition of a new logo onto our website. Well – it’s been going on for a while now – but we’ve created an alliance with Tennant Varipack in Nottingham. And I think we know them well enough now to introduce you….

Established back 1955 by William Cockhill, as Redland Quilting, the Company was a successful supplier of PVC products to the furniture industry.

Mark DarbyIn 1980, the company diversified into the stationery market, producing ring binders and media packs. This was followed a few years later by a change of location and name as Redland Quilting became Redland PVC Products and moved from Bristol to Nottingham. The company changed hands in 1988 when William Cockhill retired and sold the business to Richard Tennant. After the acquisition of Varipack Ltd, the name changed yet again to Tennant Varipack.

Richard is long-time friend of Duraweld and, with an eye to the future, he looked to us to carry on the business, delivering high quality vinyl stationery and packaging products to a national market.

We are thrilled to have Tennant Varipack as part of the Duraweld group and will continue to supply Tennant’s customers under the Tennant Varipack name for many years to come. It is our ambition to grow the market for customised vinyl stationery and promotional packaging from the Nottingham site as well as introduce the many loyal customers of Tennant Varipack to Duraweld’s range of paper-over-board and polypropylene products.

Mark Darby has re-joined the Company in a sales development role, operating out of our Nottingham Sales Office; he is available to visit customers of both Duraweld and Tennant Varipack.

 

This reminded me of one great mystery regarding Richard Tennant’s purchase of Redland – how did Tennant ever hear about Redland and why did he ever buy it? Tennant’s company was of a very different nature to Redland, it made completely different products. Why did a man in Nottingham with a completely different business purchase an ailing little company in Bridgwater which occupied a building which Tennant knew was being demolished and make all the workers redundant except for father, whom he then worked nearly to death? Tennant had never done business with Cockhill and no-one in Somerset had even heard of Richard Tennant before he declared his interest in buying Redland.

It is mentioned in the website’s spiel that Bill ‘retired’. No, Bill only sold Redland because the building was being demolished. Bill I’m fairly sure continued to be a very busy bee with business interests. Not that Bill was a busy bee for very long after he flogged Redland to Richard Tennant. Because Bill died. Father was upset and deeply shocked because he went to see Bill in Bristol one day, only to find Bill and his wife Marion in bits because Bill had just been told by his Top Doctor that he was ‘riddled with cancer’, nothing could be done and Bill had only weeks to live. Days later Bill died.

Bill was an affluent man who unlike father didn’t loathe Top Docs and keep away from them. Bill probably played golf with them. However Bill did not have any medical education. If Bill was showing signs of cancer, Bill would not have known. Neither would Marion or his daughters. Bill would have been entirely dependent upon the opinion of the Top Doc. Who of course could have been trusted to always do the best for his patients. As Dr ‘you haven’t had a heart attack’ Matthews, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and my boss’s brother Dr John Marks, President of the BMA will confirm.

In 1988 Dafydd, Tony Francis et al were CC’ing letters regarding ‘evidence’ of my crimes that they were intending to use to have me imprisoned to Tony Chadwick, the BMA’s representative in Wales. Chadwick was even popping up to Bangor to discuss the problem that was me. Chadwick knew that the ‘evidence’ being presented to him was untrue (see eg. ‘THE BLOG POST WHICH WAS HACKED CAN NOW BE READ’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’). Professor Robert Owen was colluding with Dafydd et al to ensure that the crimes of Dafydd et al would be concealed when my complaint was finally ‘investigated’ (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Mary Wynch had made legal history by winning her case against Dafydd et al. Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in north Wales as loud as she could had written to Thatcher and Tony Newton the Secretary of State for Social Security and had been sacked from her job as a social worker by Gwynedd County Council.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in the year that I was living just down the road from Michael Biggs and year that Ken Clarke was in an all out war with the brother of my boss Vincent Marks at Surrey University.

 

Ken Clarke, the Health Secretary during July 1998-Nov 1990, was the Tory MP for Rushcliffe in Nottingham. Before Ken Clarke entered politics, he was a barrister in Nottingham. Ken Clarke remained friendly with barristers and others in Nottingham throughout his years in Parliament. They were on such good terms that at one point Ken’s old Chambers asked him to return as a partner. Ken said no, but he did offer his old mates ‘advice’. Ken Clarke had many business interests throughout his career.

How are you getting on with your One Nation Conservatism and curries then Ken? Fancy a pint? Go on, have another me old mate, it’s amazing what downing a few with the lads can lead to. You hear all sorts of things when people are half-pissed.

 

Richard Tennant had a famous nephew, Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys! Father knew that Richard’s nephew was in something called the Pet Shop Boys, but I’m not sure that father knew that Neil Tennant was a gay idol among rent boys as well as other gays. Neil Tennant’s wiki tells us that he revealed that he was gay in 1994. Well how did I know that Neil was gay years before then? I wasn’t an active gay male teenager moving in Neil’s circle but I was under no illusions and I don’t think that many other people were either.

Neil Tennant was born and brought up in Newcastle-upon-Tyne as a Catholic. There was a paedophile gang operating in the Newcastle area with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire.

Neil Tennant moved to London to study at the North London Poly – now London Metropolitan University – and graduated in 1975. He worked for two years as the London Editor for Marvel Comic and gradually moved into music journalism. Tennant ended up editing TV tie-in books for ITV books moved to ITV Books and in 1982 he was appointed News Editor of ‘Smash Hits’. In 1983 he became Assistant Editor. Tennant edited the 1982, 1983 and 1984 editions of The Smash Hits Yearbook.

Buring the 1970s and 80s, John Allen and Dafydd were grooming and trafficking teenaged boys from children’s homes in north Wales to work as rent boys in London and Brighton on a massive scale. Neil Tennant almost certainly heard something about it.

Neil is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. He maintains a house in London and a house in County Durham. Up there in Blair’s political stronghold.

In 1998, Tennant was named in a list of the biggest private financial donors to the Labour Party. However, in the 2005 General Election, he voted Lib Dem.

Neil Tennant’s hits include ‘It’s A Sin’ and ‘Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots Of Money)’.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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The Chancellor of Surrey University is and was when I worked there Lilibet’s cousin, Edward, the Duke of Kent. His mother, Princess Marina of Greece, was a cousin of Phil the Greek. Since 1967 the Duke of Kent has been Grand Master of the United Grand Lodge of England and in December 2013, he celebrated 50 years as a Freemason. 

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

The Duke of Kent went to Eton and enjoyed a long career in the British Army, reaching the rank of Field Marshal. Purely on the basis of his talent of course. The Duke was for many years Vice-Chairman of British Trade International, formerly known as the British Overseas Trade Board, and later as the UK’s Special Representative for International Trade and Investment. He was also the Vice-Chairman of the British Overseas Trade Board, in which capacity he became the first member of the Royal family to visit China in 1979 with his focus being on the British Energy Exhibition in Beijing.

From 1971 to 2000, the Duke of Kent was President of English football’s governing body, The Football Association. The Duke has served as the President of The Scout Association since 1975. He also serves as the president of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, a position in which he succeeded his late mother, Princess Marina, Duchess of Kent. His other roles include President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, the RAF Benevolent Fund, the RNLI, the Stroke Institution, the Royal United Services Institute, the Royal Institution, the British Racing Drivers’ Club and Patron of Royal West Norfolk Golf Club, Kent County Cricket Club, Opera North, Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance and St Mungo’s Broadway, benefiting the homeless. The Duke is on the advisory panel for the Mountbatten Medal and presents the medal once the decision has been made. The Duke of Kent is one of the Royal Fellows of the Royal Academy of Engineering. For almost 29 years, the Duke has been the Patron of Endeavour, a national youth organisation. He has also served as Royal Patron of The Honourable Society of Lincoln’s Inn since 2001, a position previously occupied by his father. In 2015, the Duke received the Dresden Peace Prize for ‘his contribution to British-German reconciliation’.

The Duke of Kent married Katharine Worsley. Katharine was born at Hovingham Hall, Yorkshire, the only daughter of Sir William Arthington, 4th Baronet and his wife, Joyce Morgan Brunner. Her mother was the daughter of Sir John Brunner, 2nd Baronet and granddaughter of Sir John Brunner, 1st Baronet, the founder of Brunner Mond,which later became ICI. She is a descendant of Oliver Cromwell. Worsley was christened at All Saints’ Church, Hovingham, on 2 April 1933. Her godparents were her maternal uncle Sir Felix Brunner, 3rd Baronet, Major Sir Digby Lawson, 2nd Baronet, her paternal aunt Winifred Colegate and Margaret Fife of Nunnington Hall.

Katharine did not receive any formal education until the age of 10. She was educated at Queen Margaret’s School, York and at Runton Hill School in North Norfolk. At school she was was taught to play the piano, organ and violin. In her final year at Runton Hill, she was formally elected music secretary; in this role, she organized school recitals in Norwich. Katharine left school with a ‘pass’ in oral French and a ‘very good’ in English literature. There was never a category for ‘very good’ at O level, so what Katherine passed I cannot fathom.

Katharine worked for some time in a children’s home in York and worked at a nursery school in London. She failed to gain admission to the Royal Academy of Music, but followed her brothers to Oxford. They went to Oxford University, but Katharine studied at Miss Hubler’s Finishing School, 22 Merton Street, devoting much of her time to music. Perhaps because ‘very good’ at English lit wasn’t sufficient to get Katharine through the doors of Oxford.  At Miss Hubler’s, Katherine was one of only eight pupils and was instructed by three different teachers: The Principal herself, Miss Hubler, taught French literature, painting, and history; a French woman taught cookery; and a Viennese lady taught music.

Katharine met Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, while he was based at Catterick Camp. Edward proposed to her with a ring consisting of ‘an oval sapphire with a round diamond on either side.’ On 8 June 1961, the couple married at York Minster, the first Royal marriage in that location in 633 years. The bride’s father escorted her and the best man was Prince Michael of Kent. Princess Anne was one of the bridesmaids. The Archbishop of York Michael Ramsey conducted the marriage service. Guests included actors Noel Coward as well as members of the British, Greek, Danish, Norwegian, Yugoslavian, Romanian and Spanish Royal families. 273 yards of fabric were used to make her white silk gauze dress which had ‘a high neckline and long sleeves and a commanding train,’ and was designed by John Cavanagh. The Kent Diamond and Pearl Fringe Tiara secured her veil.

Together, the couple have three children: George Windsor, Earl of St Andrews (born 26 June 1962); Lady Helen Taylor (born 28 April 1964); and Lord Nicholas Windsor (born 25 July 1970).

Katharine had an abortion in 1975 due to German measles and gave birth to a stillborn son, Patrick, in 1977, a loss that caused her to fall into a state of severe depression, about which she has spoken publicly. 

The Duchess moved to the married quarters in Hong Kong and Germany while her husband was serving at the military. The couple later took numerous royal engagements on behalf of the Queen, including the Ugandan independence celebrations and the coronation of the King of Tonga. 

The Duke and Duchess of Kent and some of their family caused a bit of a stir by concerting to Catholicism. It was stressed that because of the time at which they did this it would not affect their rights of succession to the throne. Not that it mattered, because there’s loads more in the queue in front of them.

The Duchess of Kent decided in 2002 not to use personally the style ‘Her Royal Highness’ and to reduce her Royal duties. Since then she has been informally known as Katharine Kent or Katharine, Duchess of Kent, although her formal style (e.g. in the Court Circular) remains HRH The Duchess of Kent. Despite her decision to stay away from public life, the Duchess continues to appear at major events.

In keeping with her withdrawal from full Royal duties in 1996, the Duchess took a position as a music teacher in Wansbeck Primary School in Kingston-upon-Hull. She also taught piano lessons in a rented studio flat near her official residence at Kensington Palace. The Duchess of Kent had served as the President of the Royal Northern College of Music and was the Director of National Foundation for Youth Music, 1999-07. She is Patron of national charity, Making Music, the National Federation of Music Societies, an umbrella organisation for amateur and voluntary music groups. Katharine is among the co-founders of Future Talent, a charity that helps young children with low-income backgrounds pursue a career in music. In May 2016, she hosted a concert for young children at Buckingham Palace in her capacity as founder of Future Talent.

In August 2016, the Duchess became an ambassador for the Samaritans ‘after a volunteer at the Teesside branch reached out to her’. In the way that Ken and Doreen Dewar reached out into the coffers of Redland Quilting in a previous time perhaps. The Duchess had previously been Royal Patron of the Samaritans, 1971-99. So she was Royal Patron when the Dewars were busy reaching out in Bridgwater. The Duchess is also a supporter of UNICEF. Whether small time crooks from Bridgwater were involved with UNICEF I don’t know.

 

When I was working at Surrey University, there was much discussion of what was felt to be entrenched discrimination against women in university research. My female colleagues were acutely aware of this, because as was typical of most universities as the time, female staff tended to be on insecure research contracts and male staff in tenured posts. This was very noticeable in the Dept of Biochemistry at Surrey where I worked. There were hordes of very active women research fellows, some of them excellent, yet ‘the academics’ (as they called themselves) were a bunch of ridiculous moribund old men who were not up to much. The most illustrious ‘academic’ was Dr Keith Snell who walked around with a permanent sneer on his face, he must have worked really hard at that. Snell didn’t acknowledge my existence and he even snubbed senior research fellows if they spoke to him. It was daft – as someone remarked to me, ‘he really must be not quite adequate to behave like this’.

Those whom received much snottiness from Keith Snell and The Academics included Helen Henneberry, Sheila Hampton and Debra Skene. They were all very good researchers, much better than The Academics. However, Helen, Sheila and Debra did know about wrongdoing and corruption at Surrey and elsewhere. Debra is still at Surrey, she has a Chair there now. Helen was married to Steve, a police officer who was in the Met’s River Police section. Helen knew what was happening to me at the hands of those in north Wales.

 

At that time, Surrey University boasted of one Professor Daphne Jackson, a nuclear physicist, notable for being the first female professor of physics in the UK. Jackson went to Peterborough County Grammar for Girls, from where she went onto Imperial College in London, which by the time that I was working at Surrey listening to Daphne’s public lectures on the travails of Wimmin in Science, had supplied many of the biggest umbrellas for Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts). 

Daphne Jackson moved to what became the University of Surrey at the invitation of Lewis Elton, I think to do her PhD, when he became Head of the Physics Department at Battersea College of Advanced Technology. Daphne became a lecturer and in 1971, Britain’s first female Professor of Physics when she was appointed by University of Surrey.

Lewis Elton is the dad of comedian Ben Elton. My post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’ discusses Lewis, Ben, their network and how much some of them knew about Dafydd et al.

Daphne became the Dean of Surrey University and sat on a range of bodies. She held a senior position at the Meteorological Office and was President of the Women’s Engineering Society and Vice-President of the Institute of Physics.

Jackson ‘campaigned for women’s rights and she was disappointed to see that talented women were lost in lowly jobs because they could not re-enter their career after a break’. In 1985 Jackson devised a plan to help these women by allowing them to work for two years where they could readjust to their discipline after taking a break to have a child, becoming a carer or just because they followed their husband’s career rather than their own. Jackson is reported as saying, ‘Imagine a society that would allow Marie Curie to stack shelves in a supermarket simply because she took a career break for family reasons.’

“Qualified women who are unemployed or under-employed following a career break for family commitments represent an appalling waste of talent and of investment in their initial education. Many such women are eager to return to their original careers or to a new field of activity for which their initial education is relevant, provided that retraining can be given and that they can, at least initially, work on a part-time basis.”

I certainly knew all about such circumstances. After my career in medical research was destroyed – Daphne and her colleagues assisted in this – because I had witnessed the serious crime of the Top Docs and their colleagues in north Wales, I spent years either not working or in jobs such as cleaning, indeed shelf-stacking and care work. I was well aware that my colleagues in those jobs wondered what the hell someone with my qualifications was doing in jobs like that, but I did explain to those with whom I became friends that what was going on in medical research was so bad that I did not regret not being there any more.

Professor Jackson the defender of working wimmin was diagnosed with cancer. Daphne’s obituary tells us that cancer ‘was a disease she was helping to fight through her work with the Institute for Cancer Research and the Royal Marsden Hospital’. So Daphne would have been party to that research fraud perpetrated by the staff of the Royal Marsden which involved Tony Francis’s friend Peter Macguire (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). Daphne knew those colleagues of mine from Surrey who stole my work and used it to raise more funds to secure their own futures at the Institute of Cancer Research (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Daphne died in 1991 of cancer. Which doesn’t surprise me. Were there not such endemic research fraud in cancer research, the outcomes for people who develop cancer might well be very much better than they are.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap Daphne:

 

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After Daphne The Wimmin’s Friend pegged out when her partners in crime the Top Docs found that they didn’t have a miracle cure after all – get your pink bras on and run a few more marathons ladies, CR UK needs a few more million to help YOU – the Daphne Jackson Trust was founded with a legacy, but I’m not sure where the legacy came from. The Trust is there to help Wimmin – although not wimmin who’ve blown the whistle on the Westminster Paedophile Ring or large scale research fraud obviously – and is based at the Physics Dept at the University of Surrey. The Patrons of the Daphne Jackson Trust are: Professor Dame Athene Donald,  Ms Vivienne Parry and Ms Maggie Philbin.

One of the Daphne Jackson Trustees is this blog’s old pal Prof Hilary Lappin-Scott. Hilary spent a brief time as the PVC for Research at Bangor University when I worked there. Hilary was the most atrocious bully, she was nakedly racist towards Welsh people and she was so rude that someone who approached Bangor University offering a partnership – one of the biggest investors in north west Wales that there is – walked away and had to be tempted back by a rather more sane member of staff. My own problems with Hilary reached a pinnacle when she refused to reimburse me my fieldwork expenses. I had done a great deal of fieldwork and the expenses ran into hundreds. Hilary refused to pay me. No reason, she just didn’t feel like it. I had no petrol to get to work and no money for groceries. A variety of friends bought petrol and groceries for me. Hilary departed from Bangor a few months later after the most enormous row when she made an allegiance with Prof Fergus Lowe and tried to close down five Depts. One of the lecturers from one Dept which Hilary announced that she was going to close committed suicide. No official details of Hilary’s departure were ever released but leaks from the organs of government let it be known that Hilary was dismissed and escorted off the premises by security. As Hilary left the premises, the IT staff were ordered to remove all references to her from the Bangor University website and to change all passwords and secure everything because of the fear that Hilary would carry out a revenge attack on Bangor.

When the e mail was circulated by the senior management informing everyone that Hilary no longer was employed by the University, loud cheering could be heard from offices and a celebratory e mail title ‘The Wicked Witch Is Dead’ was sent out by one of Hilary’s victims. Hilary was known at Bangor as Hilary Satan-Scott.

Everyone presumed that Hilary would never work again, but Brown said ‘ooh no, she’ll be a valuable resource for someone’. Indeed she has been. Hilary was subsequently given a job as PVC at Swansea University. Hilary was put in charge of the Business School, although she is a biologist. There were allegations of dreadful workplace bullying, staff resigned, there were allegations that jobs were given to friends of friends of Hilary’s and the students held a public protest on the grounds that what was going on was so damaging to the University’s reputation that their degrees were being devalued. An inquiry Chaired by a barrister followed.

Hilary recently won an award for Inspirational Wimmin and was photographed with Princess Anne.

The spiel on the Daphne Jackson Trust website tells us that Hilary is responsible for Equality and Diversity at Swansea University.

One look at Hilary’s fellow Trustees on the Daphne Jackson Trust website will reassure readers that Daphne has left behind a valuable legacy.

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The Daphne Jackson Medal and Prize was established in 2016 and named in Jackson’s honour, are awarded by the Institute of Physics ‘for exceptional early career contributions to physics education and to widening participation within it’.

In 1988, when I went to listen to Daphne speak about the struggles of wimmin who find themselves surrounded by those in possession of testicles, Daphne related an anecdote to illustrate the difficulties of being a High Achieving Woman. Daphne explained that her elderly mother was now frail and in need of care, so Daphne went to discuss the problem with a Top Doctor. The Top Doctor, who was a Top Doctor in possession of testicles, told Daphne that she’d have to give up work and look after her mother. Daphne explained that she was Professor Daphne Jackson The First Female Professor Of Physics In Britain, only to find that the Top Doctor repeated his suggestion that Daphne should give up her job and look after her mother. The other Wimmin in the room – including those who stole my data and used it to advance themselves – all tut tutted and agreed that No Man would have been spoken to like that. Certainly not Keith Snell.

I didn’t like to mention to the Wimmin that no, the Top Doc probably would not have told a man to give up work and look after his elderly mother. A Top Doc would have told a man to pay someone else to look after his elderly mother. A female Top Doc would have said the same. Furthermore, there was at that time and still are some male carers. Because although there is a gender dimension to the problem in that it is usually women who are unpaid carers, the biggest problem is that there is NO SOCIAL CARE for those who need it. So if you are a man who hasn’t got a wife to ask/tell to look after the relative and you haven’t got any money, you too will be told by Top Docs to give up your job to become a carer. Daphne did not campaign for improved social care. Daphne did not campaign for funding for low income citizens to have access to social care. Daphne campaigned for the rights of well-qualified professional women to have successful careers. I don’t have a problem with that, but Daphne and her colleagues’ conduct towards me demonstrated the cause closest to their hearts.

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When Ken Clarke was Health Secretary, as well as doing battle with Dr John Marks and the BMA, Ken did battle with Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke of Westminster, Carlo’s friend. Grosvenor was demanding that Thatcher’s Gov’t give him the Hyde Park Corner building which was the former St George’s Hospital Medical School, St George’s having relocated to Tooting. Grosvenor’s rationale was that centuries previously, his ancestor had donated the Hyde Park Corner site and now he wanted it back. At that time Grosvenor was the richest man in the UK. The Hyde Park Corner site was worth a bomb, it is prime Knightbridge real estate worth millions and Gerald wanted to add to his collection of vast estates and much of Belgravia. Ken Clarke didn’t explain in his autobiography how the problem was resolved, he simply stated that he wanted to sell the Duke the Hyde Park Corner site at its market value and reinvest the money into the dear old NHS. What actually happened was that the Gov’t allowed the Duke to purchase the Hyde Park Corner site for £6k. It is now the very expensive Lanesborough Hotel:

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  • It’s incredible what you can pick up for £6k. After my career was ruined I took out my meagre funds from my own pension – I actually had one in those days – to live on when I was discharged from Springfield Hospital jobless and with no income (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) and it was almost £6k. If Thatch and Ken Clarke had told me that the Lanesborough was on offer for that price at the time I could have just borrowed a bit more from Brown and bought it myself.
I cannot think why the richest man in the UK was given such a bargain by Thatch and Ken. It will not of course have had anything to do with the Duke being President of the City of Chester Conservative Constituency Association and the members of that Association knowing that the constituency MP, Sir Peter Morrison, was molesting children in care in north Wales, Chester and elsewhere, while Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary worked at Buck House as Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet.
It was in the late 1980s that Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused. Carlo’s office replied, telling Alison that Carlo couldn’t get involved. Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW (Bangor University) at the time, which was log jammed with staff colluding with or concealing the paedophile gang that Dafydd et al were running. Dafydd himself still wielded influence in UCNW and his daughter Dwynwen was doing a PhD in the Psychology Dept. Dwynwen’s degree results were not considered good enough for her to have been offered a place under normal circumstances, but dear old Dafydd had a word with a few mates and Dwynwen was in.

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I have expressed my puzzlement previously on this blog as to why Thatcher appointed Sir Peter Morrison, a man who’s openly gossiped about activities with children put the Gov’t and national security as risk, to such crucial sensitive Gov’t positions. The Gov’t was depending upon the talents of Dafydd to prevent a major scandal, it was ludicrous. No rational person would have given Morrison the jobs that Thatcher did. Morrison’s family were massively influential in the Tory Party and his sister was a courtier in Buck House, but even so, it still makes no sense for Thatcher to have kept Morrison in the Gov’t. In 1988, when people from Ken Clarke’s part of the world were sufficiently interested in the fate of a company housing a sweat-shop in a building scheduled for demolition in Bridgwater to purchase that company, Peter Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Thatcher’s Gov’t depended upon oil to fund it’s insane policies of destroying industry and raising unemployment.

I have received an e mail suggesting why so many risks were taken with regard to Morrison. It contained the following information:

Sally
You asked the question what had you missed ?
May I suggest the following hypothesis that Peter had been abused as a child by a Duke of Westminster, Robert perhaps. 
His birth place Fonthill in Wiltshire has a historical link with the 2nd Marquis of Westminster. So he was someone’s childhood bitch, a VIP paedophile, which would explain the subsequent geography of his seat and his political appointments. It would also explain the business generating cash through sex trafficking. 
So Westminster ( North West) to Westminster(central).
Regards

Robert Grosvenor was the 5th Duke of Westminster, the father of Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. I have blogged about him in previous posts. It is not unlikely that Peter Morrison was molested as a child himself. He went to Eton and was of the generation of men who as boys were often brutalised so badly at school that it wreaked havoc with their psycho-sexual development and he was of course surrounded by older men who had been similarly brutalised. Previous posts have discussed who may have been involved in the selection of Morrison, a known paedophile, to contend the safe Tory seat of Chester in 1974, a city that was the centre of a huge paedophile/sex trafficking ring, operated by Dafydd et al. The Duke of Westminster’s family seat was just down the road. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ and were refusing to return but wouldn’t explain why.

 

I discussed in an earlier post how someone who came under attack from Dafydd et al was ordered by a helpful community midwife to have the family dogs put down when his wife became pregnant on the grounds that they would constitute a ‘danger to the baby’. There was no evidence that the dogs would be any such thing, they were family pets and were used to being around the children that the family already had. The midwife insisted. The family were completely in the clutches of the Top Docs et al, were constantly being hectored and told that they didn’t know what they were doing, so eventually they rang the RSPCA and asked them to put the dogs to sleep.

I was told that a rude aggressive ‘RSPCA inspector’ arrived at the house who had no knowledge of how to put dogs to sleep. Instead of an injection into a vein on the leg, preceded by a sedative to keep the dog relaxed, the RSPCA man ‘stabbed the dogs to death through the heart with a massive needle’. Several members of the family confirmed that this was what had happened. The first two dogs died screaming in agony and struggled to get away, such that by the time that the third dog was ready for slaughter, the mother of the family was crying, the children were crying and the father intervened, said that this could not happen to the third dog as well and told the RSPCA man to leave. The RSPCA man told the family that this would teach them not to be ‘irresponsible owners’ in future. There was someone else at the scene of the crime. The midwife who had demanded that this should be done. She was paying a home visit when it all kicked off. Did she stop the slaughter? No. She left the house after the first murder, saying that she couldn’t bear the noise of the dog screaming.

When I heard about this awful scene, I just thought that the family must have had terrible luck with a rogue RSPCA man. This happened in 1992. Over the next few years I heard further stories about what was obviously the same RSPCA man. The stories had a running theme: vulnerable people who had asked for help with their pets, only to be met with aggression accompanied by a lecture on the crimes of Irresponsible Owners and downright cruelty to the animals. A new trend subsequently emerged. That of people who were either elderly and not coping very well or mental health patients ‘in the community’ who had been reported to the RSPCA for ‘cruelty’ having animals removed from their care in a blaze of media coverage which involved the naming and shaming of the Irresponsible Owners. The Irresponsible Owners hadn’t actually been cruel to the animals, but they had lived among much filth and mess, because no-one was supporting them ‘in the community’.

So many of these cases were happening that I began to take an interest, particularly as a lot of the cases were in north Wales. In every case, the Irresponsible Owners had not been coping but their plight had been ignored by the ‘community teams’. The ‘community teams’ had been going into the chaos and had not responded in any way. Not until someone reported that the pets were not being looked after or were simply living in chaos and filth. The RSPCA would then remove the pets, invite the press to photograph ‘this disgusting squalor’ and everyone could marvel at the Irresponsible Owners. No-one asked what the community workers had been doing watching these situations develop over months. No-one reflected that there was concern shown for pets living in filth but not seriously ill people.

While such cases were being highlighted, I knew of a number of people who were being horrifically cruel to their animals. These people were not in the care of the welfare services and no-one denounced them as Irresponsible Owners. A farmer on Anglesey was known to have chucked his sheepdog over a cliff when it became too old to work. He did not receive a visit from the RSPCA. There was a dog in Bethesda who was chained up outside in the garden visibly starving and drenched in the bad weather. No-one said a word. There were various other dogs who were being beaten and kicked in public and my landlady’s grandson told me of a mass outbreak of the torture of other people’s cats that was happening in Caernarfon. Not a word from the RSPCA.

On one occasion a labrador was removed from two middle aged brothers on Anglesey and featured on the Welsh TV news. The owners were named and shamed and received a good bollocking from the RSPCA. Their crime? Their labrador was fat. Labradors do get fat because they eat everything in sight and admittedly this one was enormous. Yet surely someone could have given the brothers advice on slimming their labrador down? The brothers were interviewed and were very obviously not cruel. No-one had even tried to advise them. The RSPCA then revelled in telling the TV news that not only was this lab fat, but it had an ‘untreated tumour’ on it’s neck and the poor lab ‘must be in agony’. The untreated tumour was filmed. It was exactly the same condition that a dog of mine had experienced years ago. The tumour in question was benign and painless. As the RSPCA quietly admitted a few days later, after the lab had been removed and the brothers denounced as cruel gits. The brothers did not get their lab back. Did the RSPCA rehome the lab? No. They did what the RSPCA do a lot of, they put the dog down. For being fat.

What have we come to when a dog is abducted and killed for being fat and the dog’s owners are denounced on a national news bulletin for owning a fat dog?

I realised that something particularly odd was happening when the RSPCA started coming after me. Repeatedly. For ‘cruelty’ to my dogs. The cruelty in question being my dogs sleeping in my car when I was at work. On the first occasion that the RSPCA contacted me, I explained that yes my dogs were in the car, but they were not young dogs, they were comfortable and with a bowl of water, I checked on them regularly and I took them out for walks at intervals as well. They were in the car because I didn’t want to leave them at home all day, it was better for them to be in the car where I could go and visit them and walk them. The RSPCA went away happy with the explanation. Then they came back again, once more with allegations that I was cruel. Then the RSPCA told me that other people had told them that I was cruel. Perhaps they were the same people who were leaving abusive notes stuck to my car, telling me that I was cruel. I invited the RSPCA to come and meet me and my dogs to reassure themselves that my dogs were OK. The RSPCA didn’t take up my offer. A few weeks later I received another call from the RSPCA. Someone had told them that I was cruel.

The RSPCA must have known my extension number by now they were ringing me so often. I was never told who was making the allegations that I was cruel. The last conversation that I had with the RSPCA was even more surreal than the others. The RSPCA man spoke to me as though I was 10 yrs old. He told me that he knew that dogs get stressed when they are in a confined space because he had done an experiment. He had dressed up as a dog, sat in a small space and after 15 mins had felt stressed. I realised that I was talking to an idiot so I simply asked what he recommended. He told me to buy a new car and that if there was one more complaint about me the RSPCA would prosecute me.

There nearly was another complaint about me as well. I went to visit another Enemy Of The Paedophiles when he was in the Hergest Unit. I had only been with him about five minutes, when the door of the room flew open and an Angel yelled at me ‘those are your dogs in the car and it’s cruel for them to be there. If you don’t leave, we’ll call the RSPCA. It’s not me what’s doing this, I’ve been told. I’m just the messenger so don’t you have a go at me yeh’. The Angel – no uniform, no ID badge, so I had no idea who she was – then slammed the door shut again and disappeared.

The Hergest Unit staff knew my dogs and they knew my car. Because when I had been a patient previously, they had called the police on the grounds that they wanted to remove my dogs – to the care of the RSPCA! – but the police refused to break into my car lest they got bitten. No-one asked me to go outside and let the police into my car and introduce them to the dogs. Who would not have bitten them anyway. I only found out what was happening when the Hergest whistleblower came and told me not to worry about my dogs because he’d look after them while I was in hospital.

The Hergest whistleblower was as good as his word. One day though he came in terribly upset and told me that he thought that one of my dogs was going to die, he was very ill. The dog had been rushed to the vet who told the Hergest whistleblower that the dog had been poisoned. The Hergest whistleblower couldn’t understand it, he was an organic gardener and lived in an isolated cottage in a valley, there was nothing to poison a dog.

Except probably for a vicious bastard of a member of a paedophile gang who knew that the Hergest whistleblower was looking after my dogs, who knew that my Golden Lab was notorious for his appetite and who could throw the poisoned meat into the garden of the isolated cottage without being visible to anyone.

My dog didn’t die. He was paralysed for a few days but he didn’t die. My dog’s brush with death happened at the time that the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me on the basis of their perjury and when my father’s death was imminent. I was told that if father died I would have to attend his funeral handcuffed to an Angel and a police officer. The charges against me were later withdrawn. On the first day of the trial.

Paedophile gang: Had my dog died I do hope that you realise that I would never have turned on the Hergest whistleblower, which I suspect was part of the plan.

Although it was obvious to me that in north Wales, the paedophiles’ friends had discovered a whole new way of making life unbearable for the people whom they so scandalously abused and neglected ie. now that we’ve made them unemployable, told everyone that they are dangerous nutters so no-one will speak to them, let’s put the final part of our dastardly plan into action – have them declared as IRRESPONSIBLE OWNERS and then remove their pets, the last thing on earth that they have left…, there seemed to be a problem across the whole of the UK with regard to the RSPCA mounting prosecutions against vulnerable people. It became so evident that people began raising concerns and leaving the RSPCA.

The enthusiasm for prosecuting vulnerable people often on the basis of very flimsy evidence culminated in a TV expose in which the finger was pointed at Gavin Grant, the CEO of the RSPCA, 2012-14. It was said that Gavin Grant was an ‘animal rights extremist’, that he wanted a whole new agenda for the RSPCA and a few people maintained that he was a vindictive git. When it was put to Gavin Grant on camera that some prosecutions had been ludicrous, such as one against an elderly lady for failing to take care of her budgie properly, Gavin snapped at the interviewer that ‘this poor old lady is a convicted animal abuser’. Well she was after Gavin’s inspector called at her house.

I don’t know what was driving Gavin Grant, but I very much doubt that he was an ‘animal rights extremist’. Because Gavin’s previous job had been as Chairman of PR firm Burson-Marsteller and many moons ago Gavin had been a fellow traveller of Dr Death! The Dr Death who was the research registrar for the lethal Top Doc at Tommy’s, William Sargant, who experimented upon and killed some of his patients (see post ‘Dr Death’). Gavin will know that Top Docs of Death’s generation also experimented en masse on animals. Dr Death was a psychiatrist and neurologist Gavin, they don’t just do rats, they do primates. Down at the Institute of Psychiatry – where Dafydd et al ‘trained’ – there have been generations of primates in cages with various horrible things done to their brains.

Primate Psychology Brain Animal Experimentation Picture

Ah, your life in their hands! The doctors and Angels they were wonderful!

Grant was brought up on a south London council estate but had moved from the estate by the time he was attending secondary school. His mother was a needleshop-worker and his father was a cellophane salesman. Grant was educated at Roan Grammar School for Boys, 1966–1973 and the University of Reading, 1973–77.

Gavin was a member of the Young Liberals and became the University of Reading’s youngest SU President.

After graduating, Gavin joined an anti-racism campaign group and reported for the Thatcher Gov’t on community relations. From 1987-88 he was Campaigns Director at the Council for the Protection of Rural England.  He worked as Director of Communications for the RSPCA from 1988-91. Which was when the RSPCA began to declare war on those who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints. In 1991, Gavin joined the Association of Unit Trusts and Investment Funds as Public Affairs Director. Gavin worked as Corporate Communications Manager at The Body Shop International, 1993-99, where he campaigned against the use of animal testing for cosmetics.

Gavin: you knew that despite the marketing, ingredients used in The Body Shop products HAD been tested on animals. It wasn’t The Body Shop’s fault, at the time it was illegal to use ingredients that had not been tested on animals. What The Body Shop did do was to only use ingredients that had already been tested, they did not use new ingredients because they did not want to be responsible for yet more animal testing. Which is sound rationale, but that is not what you told people was it? You let millions of girls and young women believe that they were buying products which had not been tested on animals when those products had been tested on animals.

But then  Gavin told the world that vulnerable people being targeted by paedophile gangs were Animal Abusers.

When Gavin was Chairman of Burson-Marsteller, 2006-11, his corporate clients included Unilever and he helped establish its corporate social responsibility unit. That’s the Unilever which funded the massive expansion of the School of Psychology at Bangor University in the early 1990s, after Prof Fergus Lowe twisted the arms of so many who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang, including Philip Lever, aka Lord Leverhulme (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

I know an Animal Abuser Gavin. I know quite a few, but I know one Animal Abuser who, like the brothers who were the proud owners of the enormous labrador on Anglesey, was actually a very nice person but who just didn’t know a few essentials. She was a lady who lived in Gwynedd and purchased a cat as a pet. It wasn’t just a moggy, it was quite an expensive cat and she loved it to bits. However because her house was located right next to a busy main road, she wouldn’t let the cat out lest he was run over. The poor bloody cat was going bonkers, he yowled and scratched and tried to escape all the time, he was desperate and furthermore he was bored out of its head in this expensive house with white carpets and no small creatures to catch. After about three months the poor sod gave up and just sat there with a glazed look in his eyes. The owner said ‘oh he’s given up now, he knows there’s no escape’. He certainly had and did, its called learned helplessness, Fergus Lowe could tell you all about it being a behavioural psychologist.

Who was the Animal Abuser in question? She was a mental health social worker, the former leader of the Dwyfor Community Mental Health Team. Her husband was the Head of a primary school on Anglesey. They were a very nice couple and she was one social worker who was not abusing clients. But she knew that many of the others were and she colluded with them. She also knew that the Hergest Unit was dangerous, she told me that she never referred patients there because of that. She admitted that she knew that the Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusing patients and she knew that NHS staff had perjured themselves repeatedly in an attempt to have me imprisoned. We discussed it all. She is no longer living in Gwynedd. She is, I understand, in Australia. She and her husband, two Welsh speakers born and brought up in Gwynedd and who lived there all their lives decided that they were off to begin a new life in Australia, when it became clear that Operation Pallial would be re-opening the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Rhian Angel and her husband joined the exodus from north Wales to the other side of the world, along with a few others who knew the identities of the guilty parties…

Gavin Grant stood unsuccessfully in the 1987 General Election as the Liberal Alliance candidate. He has been a lifelong member of the Liberal Party and its successor the Lib Dems and was its Chair of the Western Counties regional party in 2011.

Any West Country Lib Dems remember a man called Jeremy Thorpe?

Gavin Grant has advised successive Liberal Democrat leaders including Deputy PM Nick Clegg and in 2007 he was involved in Clegg’s campaign to become party leader. Grant was elected to Wiltshire Council in 2017. He lives in Wiltshire and rents a flat in Horsham, West Sussex.

Peter Morrison’s family seat is in Wiltshire. The family own vast estates in Wiltshire and have lived there for decades. Morrison’s brother Charles was the Tory MP for Devizes in Wiltshire, 1964-92. Morrison’s dad John Morrison aka Lord Margadale was MP for Salisbury, 1942-65. The Morrison family pretty much ran Wiltshire for years. They sat on the County Council, they held posts as Deputy Lieutenant and Lord Lieutenant of the county and they were hugely influential in the Tory Party. Peter Morrison was kept out of trouble for decades as a result of his family and their connections. Gavin Grant would never have dared to take them on, but he may well have lent a hand to a few of those who assisted them or were keeping schtum about Peter’s activities.

One thing that I do not believe about Gavin is that he is an ‘animal rights extremist’. To find out where Gavin’s heart truly lies, let’s take a brief look at the work of the company that he Chaired before becoming CEO of the RSPCA.

Burson-Marsteller is a global PR and communications firm headquartered in New York. Burson-Marsteller consists of 77 offices and 85 affiliate offices, together operating in 110 countries across six continents. The company was founded by Harold Burson and William Marsteller in 1953 and, by the early 1980s, had become one of the largest PR companies in the world. In 1979 it became a subsidiary of Young & Rubicam, which in turn is now owned by WPP Group PLC. In 2018, it merged with Cohn & Wolfe and was renamed Burson Cohn & Wolfe. The current CEO of Burson-Marsteller is Don Baer, former Communications Director for the Clinton administration, who joined the company in 2007.

The firm is primarily known for its crisis management services and political lobbying. It has won numerous awards from the PR industry over the years for its work in high-profile crisis management, including a 2002 extortion attempt against GlaxoSmithKline and a response described as the ‘gold standard’ for its crisis management of the 1982 Chicago Tylenol poisonings. Other high-profile crisis cases include the manufacturers of the Three Mile Island Nuclear Generating Station and Egypt following terrorist attacks on tourists in 1993. At times the company has also been the subject of protests and criticism for its use of smearing and doubt campaigns (to undermine concerns about passive smoking for Philip Morris in the 1990s and anti-Google smear campaigning for Facebook in 2011) and its work for regimes facing severe human rights criticisms (Argentina and Indonesia).

GSK and Philip Morris have been involved in animal research, some of it cruel. Ken Clarke has had business interests in the tobacco industry for years and he is a personal friend of a number of senior executives in that industry. He has close links with Philip Morris.

Gavin Grant would be the ideal man to employ to conduct aggressive smear campaigns against anyone who was witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing, but an ‘animal rights extremist’? I don’t think so. Anyway, he’s been far too busy.

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Now for a trip down memory lane to the early years of Tom King’s incumbency as the Tory MP for Bridgwater. King was elected in 1970, so during King’s first few years as an MP, Ted Heath was PM. It was under Thatcher that King’s career really took off, but then some of those who were not closely associated with the Thatcher project who had knowledge of events under Heath, particularly events that had been concealed, did find that their careers flourished under Thatcher. Thatcher herself paid a visit to Bridgwater, when she was Education Secretary in approx 1973. Thatch was the guest of honour at the Bridgwater Conservative Ladies Luncheon Club. She wowed them and I heard all about it…

Thatch might have waxed lyrical about the morality that was instilled into her by her Methodist upbringing above the grocers shop in Grantham, but her friendships with Jimmy Savile, Peter Morrison and George Thomas suggest that Thatch was in possession of some very mobile goalposts. I read an article recently in which a Tory argued that although it is now accepted that those three were abusing children on a substantial scale, he really did not believe that Thatcher knew about this. She definitely knew about Peter Morrison, she was told on a number of occasions, including by Barry Strevens a police bodyguard, that Morrison was holding sex parties with young boys. Thatch was also warned repeatedly that Jimmy Savile’s ‘private life’ made him unsuitable for the knighthood that Thatch was lobbying for him to have and that if ever he was given a knighthood, things could become very embarrassing if his ‘private life’ became public. Thatch’s response was to lobby even harder on Uncle Jim’s behalf.

Thatch might not have known about this, but some Tories in Somerset were having a high old time back in the early 1970s. There is a weird house in the Polden Hills near Cossington called Moon Cottage. Adults in Somerset always said the same thing when anyone drove past Moon Cottage – ‘that’s the house that Mandy Rice-Davies bought after the Profumo Affair’. I was told that Mandy Rice-Davies never actually lived at Moon Cottage but everyone knew that she had bought it. So what Mandy did there I do not know. I knew the man who later bought Moon Cottage and he definitely did live there. He was called Dan Lewis, he was married to a lady called Sarah and they must have acquired Moon Cottage in the late 1960s. They were involved with the Bridgwater Conservatives and were small business people in Bridgwater. Dan was the eldest son of another Dan Lewis, known as ‘old Dan Lewis’, who was a self-made man. Old Dan Lewis was a railwayman who had made a great deal of money by questionable means. Old Dan Lewis was spoken about by some in tones of disgust, because of his fondness for prostitutes, gambling and other associated pursuits. Young Dan had a brother, Richard, who was married to Rosemary. Richard and Rosemary were in the Bridgwater Conservatives as well.

Young Dan seemed to have quite a lot of misfortunes. No-one had a good word to say for him. Not because he ever did anything criminal and he didn’t have the reputation that his father did, but people were just generally rude about him, making allegations that he was incompetent and neurotic etc. I was far too young to ever draw any conclusions about Dan Lewis, but as an adult I wonder if he might have simply been adversely affected by having a father like Old Dan.

After young Dan moved into Moon Cottage he was repeatedly burgled. He actually lost a great deal of money and valuables as a result of those burglaries. I got so used to hearing about Dan Lewis being burgled that it didn’t strike me as at all odd. Dan Lewis got burgled, it was a fact of life. Dan Lewis was getting burgled at a time when getting burgled was rather more unusual than it is now. Particularly in Somerset. Moon Cottage was a bit spooky looking and there were trees next to it, but Moon Cottage was on the main road across the Poldens, between Bridgwater and Glastonbury, it shouldn’t have been that vulnerable to burglars. The burglars would have been visible to passing vehicles and surely the police should have taken a bit more interest in Dan being targeted in this manner. Dan’s marriage also didn’t last as long as people expected marriages to in the 1970s, Sarah left him but I have no idea of the circumstances. Dan died years ago when he was not that old. I think that he may have killed himself or died in unfortunate circumstances, I remember it being a rather sad untimely end to a difficult life.

At the same time as Dan was being burgled, there were rumours of excess among the Tories living in the Polden Hills. Excess in terms of orgies and swinging sessions. There were a few people in Somerset who had taken the Tories at face value, joined them and had been so shocked at what was going on that they quietly retreated from the scene but didn’t dare publicise what was happening. I don’t mind if Tories hold swingers parties if everyone is consenting adults, but in the light of what is now being revealed about the sexual tastes of some Tories of that generation, I am wondering if the swinging parties might have catered to even more specialised tastes.

The reason why I wondered what was going on was that it was alleged that someone was killed at one of the parties in the Poldens. Not a Satanic abuse inspired ritual killing of a child, but a good old fashioned murder of someone whom it was decided had to be disposed of. The allegations were that the victim was plied with drink until completely drunk and incapable, shoved in the swimming pool and left to drown. I have no idea why, people were so frightened after it got round that this had happened that there were scant details given.

These were members of your constituency party Lord King, do you know anything about it? I only ask because of what you and your associates did to me many years later.

In 1988 when businessmen in Ken Clarke’s part of the world became interested in my father’s employment prospects, Tom King was the Secretary of State for N Ireland. It was in 1988 when a group of young Irish people were jailed for a substantial term for plotting to kill Tom King. I followed the case at the time, there was barely any evidence that they had plotted to kill Tom King and the evidence against them reminded me very much of the sort of evidence that Dafydd produced against me. One of the young men jailed had a mother who was a well-known psychiatrist in either Eire or N Ireland. I can find no references to this case on any internet archive. What’s going on King? That case attracted massive publicity as a potential miscarriage of justice, why have all references to it disappeared?

As N Ireland Secretary, King will have been involved in concealing events at Kincora Boys’ Home.

Someone else who might well have known about events in the Polden Hills was Margaret Rees, the high profile Somerset County Councillor who lived next door to Bridgwater Arts Centre and was so outraged at the thought of young people attending music gigs at the Arts Centre that she gate-crashed one such event, in her Marks & Sparks dressing gown, accompanied by the police and shut the event down. Margaret Rees then used her position as a Councillor to stop all such events at the Arts Centre. These events were just young people attending rock gigs, it’s not as if they were drowning people in swimming pools.

Margaret Rees was married to a Top Doctor. Who was an alcoholic. Not a functioning one either, Dr Rees was completely bladdered on a routine basis and it was a real laugh because Margaret Rees could often be seen holding the old boy up to prevent him keeling over.

One of the contingent who was busy in the Bridgwater Tories during the years of excess in the Polden Hills had a celeb daughter. Her daughter was a dancer in the 1960s dance troupe The Young Generation and could be spotted strutting her stuff on prime time TV.

The Young Generation, dancer, Nigel Lythgoe, Lesley Judd, Dusty Springfield, Gene Kelly, Pauline McLeod

They look like Young Conservatives don’t they. The one in the middle looking heavenwards doing the ‘I’m having one hell of a time’ face is Lesley Judd, who found fame on ‘Blue Peter’ when Val had enough and left the show. It wasn’t the same after Val left.John Noakes' Blue Peter co-star VALERIE SINGLELTON pays a ...

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Years later it was revealed that ‘Blue Peter’ was a bit of a shag fest. Val admitted to having an affair with Pete and at one point she had a secret abortion. That was one story that John Nettleton never told on ‘Blue Peter’, he just confined himself to the Life Of Mozart. Val has angrily denied a lesbian affair with Joan Armatrading.

After ‘Blue Peter’, Val became a Serious Presenter, rather than one who had to pretend that she was concerned with Petra and Patch. Val presented ‘Nationwide’ in the 1970s. Perhaps Val could tell me why Frank Bough was kicked out of the BBC after he admitted enjoying the company of prostitutes and taking cocaine yet Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall remained fully protected when doing far worse. Was Frank threatening to blow the gaffe on them?

Another member of The Young Generation was Nigel Lythgoe, he’s one of the Young Conservatives pictured above with Lesley Judd. Nigel went into TV production and became Head of Entertainment and Comedy at LWT. It was Nigel who commissioned and produced ‘Blind Date’. Which starred Cilla. ‘Blind Date’ was the show which turned around LWT’s fortunes in the 1990s and made the company so profitable. Cilla was a good friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School. I worked for Chamberlain when dear old Cilla was the Famous Friend of St George’s. Chamberlain had, when he was younger, experimented upon and then killed a foetus of seven months gestation. At St George’s he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in north Wales/Cheshire as well as a linked trafficking gang in south London (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Chamberlain lived in a huge house right next to the All England Tennis Club at Wimbledon. The All England Club of which the Duke of Kent was President. Chamberlain won’t have missed an opportunity to rub noses with him.

Nigel Lythgoe subsequently worked on ‘Popstars’, ‘Pop Idol’ and ‘American Idol’. When Nigel was a judge on ‘Popstars’, he became known as Nasty Nigel on account of his harsh comments regarding the hopefuls who appeared before him.

Nigel spent his youth and early career in Liverpool, when Dafydd’s gang were running the city and supplying underaged sex workers to VIPs and celebs…

Nigel’s wealth is estimated at $110 million.

 

Jennifer’s Diary will be bringing the readers of this blog more stories from an insider soon. You’ll read it here first, not in Tatler.

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The fall-out from the Newcastle sexploitation case continues in the media (see post ‘Lest We Forget…’), but a slightly modified version of the blame-game has emerged – it’s not South Asian men that are the problem, it’s Muslim men. No – these cases are happening across the whole of the UK as was admitted by the National Crime Agency, but the mainstream media is choosing to report those cases involving South Asian/Muslim men. My post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’ explains in detail why the en masse sexual abuse and trafficking of children in north Wales in the 1980s and 90s never received the media attention that it should have. The people named in that post are still controlling the UK media and they are choosing which cases to highlight. I note that Peter Saunders, who established NAPAC (the National Association for People Abused In Childhood), observed that there has been a major problem with the sexual abuse of children by representatives of the Catholic Church. How many of them were South Asian or Muslim men? Whilst I’m glad that Peter made public comment about this, Peter has missed a trick as well. He stated that the problem was that many ‘men’ were abusing young people. Yes it does tend to be men that are carrying out the actual abuse – but this blog has named an awful lot of women who facilitated and concealed such abuse, suppressed complaint or discredited complainants. Once more I emphasise that the common theme is the abuse of vulnerable people who were in the clutches of the health and social care system. The headlines at the moment are concentrating on the abuse of ‘white girls’, but many of the victims are boys and I bet that they are not only white boys either. However, most of the victims are from disadvantaged social groups.

The Mail Online today has published an interview with Ann Cryer, the former Labour MP for Keighley. Ann has told the Mail that she is greatly relieved that this sort of crime is now being dealt with because for many years she was trying to bring attention to the sexual abuse of white girls by South Asian men but was ignored by ‘politically correct’ people who accused her of racism. I am friends with someone who knows Ann Cryer who told me years ago that Ann is not racist and that she was trying to represent and protect some people having a very hard time. (Ann also raised the issue of forced marriages and honour killings before anyone else dared to.) Ann was the MP for a constituency with a high South Asian population – so in Ann’s constituency, the abuse will have been substantially carried out by South Asian men, that is indeed what Ann will have witnessed. I know that she was accused of racism, my friend told me years ago that there was a witch-hunt against Ann Cryer by those with vested interests. I suspect that to accuse Ann of racism was simply the easiest way of discrediting her in that community.

This blog has provided numerous details concerning people who have tried to speak out about organised sexual abuse in health and social care settings or the abuses of a psychiatric system which has proved so useful in concealing it. Alison Taylor wasn’t accused of racism – she couldn’t be, everyone involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal was white British. Alison was accused of exaggerating, of being ‘devious’, of being ‘worse than a troublemaker’ and of using her ability as a novelist to embellish her accounts of the abuse. Mary Wynch wasn’t accused of racism – she was a ‘paranoid schizophrenic’. I wasn’t accused of racism – I was a ‘known troublemaker’, ‘psychotic’, ‘manipulative’, in possession of a ‘borderline personality disorder’, ‘highly intelligent and plausible’ with an ability ‘to get people on my side’ and ‘likely to end up in a ward for the criminally insane’. The Hergest Whistbelower wasn’t accused of racism – he was accused of ‘cherry picking’ ‘attractive young women’. My former PhD supervisor wasn’t accused of racism when he made a witness statement regarding the way that I had been harassed, intimidated and slandered by the mental health services – he was called ‘naïve’. The people who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry regarding the abuse that they’d suffered in care in north Wales weren’t accused of racism. It was instead stressed that they were drug addicts, had criminal convictions, had mental health problems or were simply ‘very poor witnesses’.

Having said all that, I need to add a caveat here. In north Wales ‘racism’ involving ‘ethnic minorities’ wasn’t an issue. But relations between the ‘Welsh’ and the ‘English’ were sometimes used to muddy the waters. My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ described how a number of self-appointed guardians of Welsh culture and the Welsh language used this as a smokescreen to hide their gross misconduct. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, when it was convenient, reminded everyone of his Welshness and his dedication to the Welsh nation. Whilst his mistress Lucille Hughes facilitated a paedophile ring trafficking youngsters from Wales to be sexually used by Westminster figures and whilst Dafydd himself banged up anyone who complained about what was happening. At the same time as selling his services as a ‘sex therapist’ or ‘expert’ to anyone who’d line his pocket, no matter what their language or nationality.

Race and allegations of racism reared their heads in Keighley because there is a substantial  ethnic minority population there. In other parts of the UK where race and racism is very obviously not a factor in organised sexual abuse or professional malpractice, some other excuse will be made as to why the victims and whistleblowers mustn’t be believed.

Ann mentions someone previously named on this blog in her Mail interview – Ken Livingstone. She explains how when she met Ken and discussed her concerns with him, he told her that what she was encountering in Keighley was what he and others had encountered in London ten years previously but in London they now ‘understood’ the ‘communities’ involved. Ken ‘doesn’t remember’ this meeting but I can believe that he did say it – Ken is an unscrupulous wily old politician who’ll use any excuse to get himself out of a tight spot (he has recently tried to discredit opponents by calling them Nazis or declaring them insane). My post ‘The London Connection’ details how some of the London boroughs not only were running children’s services that had been infiltrated with paedophiles but were also sending children in their care to north Wales where they were abused. Ken and the GLC were in the thick of it and before Ken ran the GLC he was a Councillor in Lambeth, who were sending children in their care to north Wales and whose own children’s homes were rife with paedophiles. Ken was also one of those politicians who signed the Early Day Motion in protest at proposals to close Garth Angharad, the privately run ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’ in Gwynedd which housed some of those who dared complain about the abuse that was going on (see post ‘More On Those Who Signed That Early Day Motion’).

 

An item featured on BBC News yesterday involved Dr Peter Wheeler, Diana’s former doctor (he identified her body after her death). Wheeler is being sued by the widow of Stefanos Vavalidis for negligence, after Wheeler, in his capacity as a ‘private doctor’, spent a number of years prescribing methotrexate for Stefanos’s psoriasis but failed to monitor Stefanos by blood tests as recommended. Stefanos died in 2016 from liver failure, which an inquest decided was ‘most probably’ associated with methotrexate toxicity. The solicitor from Leigh Day who is acting for Mr Vavalidis’s widow has stated that despite ‘specialising in healthcare since 1985…[this is the] worst case of repeated, persistent, negligence that I have ever come across’. He hasn’t been party to the activities of the north Wales mental health services then.

Wheeler is being represented by the MDU. His surgery met all five essential standards in it’s last CQC inspection four years ago. He has however admitted to a breach of his duty and is under investigation by the Metropolitan Police as well as by the GMC. Stefanos’s widow has observed that 18 months after his death, she still doesn’t know whether the GMC will actually be bringing fitness to practice proceedings against Wheeler. Readers are recommended to read Dr Sara Ryan’s blog regarding her experience with the GMC – Sara’s son Connor Sparrowhawk died whilst in the ‘care’ of Southern Health NHS Foundation Trust and the psychiatrist responsible for his care is currently up in front of the GMC. Sara has been on the receiving end of many months of non-communication and disrespect from the GMC, the psychiatrist concerned previously described Sara as a ‘toxic woman’, lied about her and is shedding tears on the witness stand now that she is finally facing a fitness to practice hearing. She continues to work as a psychiatrist in Ireland after being suspended from the register in the UK.

Another story concerning a healthcare professional from England features that of ‘married NHS psychologist’ Markus Themessl-Huber, who is currently the subject of a Health Care Professions Council Tribunal after conducting an affair with a female patient who had previously been sexually abused. Following her relationship with Themessl-Huber, she took an overdose. The Tribunal heard that Themessl-Huber, who worked for NHS Tayside, wooed his patient with chocolates, cake and cheese and spent therapy sessions holding hands with her, rubbing arms or exchanging hugs whilst she sat on his lap. Whilst doing all this Themessl-Huber also falsified his timesheets to conceal the time that he was spending out of the office with the patient.

Themessl-Huber’s rationale for his misconduct was for his patient ‘to be in close proximity to men’. I’ll be interested to hear what the verdict in this case is, because in the 1990s it was actually standard practice in Broadmoor and Ashworth to encourage female patients – who had very often been sexually molested – to enter into relationships with male patients, who were very often sex offenders or even murderers. This was packaged as ‘therapy’ for both the female and male patients. It’s every woman’s dream obviously, a sex offender or murderer as a partner.

A watered down version of the same line of ‘therapy’ involving rather hackneyed ideas of gender roles that was even more widespread and often dished out to female patients with anorexia involved encouraging patients to dress in a ‘feminine’ way if they were thought to have issues with their gender. The writer Laurie Penny was on the receiving end of this when she developed anorexia as a teenager and she has written a bit about it. It was done by some therapists with the best of intentions, but obvious factors – such as someone just wanting to wear trousers on that occasion – tended to be misinterpreted. I was told some years ago that unbeknown to me at the time, one of the geniuses from the Hergest Unit believed that he knew that I was ‘well’ when I was wearing a dress. Which is seriously weird because I owned both dresses and trousers and what I chose to wear when was bugger all to do with if I felt depressed or not. But then a number of people believed that I used to have pink hair because I was bipolar. No, I just liked pink hair. And the Hergest Unit changed my diagnosis on a regular basis depending upon what they wanted to deny or have me arrested for anyway.

The full blown Themessl-Huber therapeutic techniques however were alive and kicking in an appallingly abusive chain of ‘nursing homes’ in north Wales, Prestwood Homes, much more recently (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’). Prestwood was, as I have described previously (see post ‘News Round Up And Crime Report, May 14 2017’), very obviously a trafficking organisation, softening up female ‘service users’ for sex work and packing off male ‘service users’ to ‘placements’ in which they would work in labouring jobs for little or no pay. I witnessed female residents being told that ‘Sue loves you’ (‘Sue’ being Suzanne Hamlet, the highly abusive manager of Prestwood who was in a same sex relationship with Lynda Holland, the other highly abusive manager of Prestwood) and being encouraged to hug and cuddle ‘Sue’ as ‘therapy’, to overcome past experiences of sexual abuse. Other therapy involved young women who had been molested being locked in rooms whilst pornography was screened and being ordered to ‘work with’ male support workers, yes, to acclimatise them to close relationships with men. Prestwood got away with this – and much worse – for years until finally a POVA inspection commented on the ‘bad practice’. Prestwood were ordered to stop their ‘therapy’. The dreadful Sue n Lynda used to publish an in-house magazine (called most appropriately ‘Pulp’) and they reported POVA’s criticism with disgust in ‘Pulp’, commenting that ‘it’s the world we live in’. ‘It’s the home we live in’ observed Brown.

 

BBC News Wales reported yesterday that the charity ‘Crisis’ has predicted a massive increase in homelessness in Wales over the next few years and are busy telling the Welsh Gov’t what they need to do about this matter. Like other Third sector organisations mentioned on this blog, ‘Crisis’ is not all that it is cracked up to be. I and a friend did a stint with them years ago, volunteering to work at one of their famous ‘open Christmas’s’ in London. There were tons of enthusiastic volunteers but the management was chaotic and volunteers were angered at the lack of people skills displayed by the organisers. The homeless people partaking of the ‘open Christmas’ all had to wear a different style of ID badge to the volunteers which pissed them off and were not given a voice in the organisation, which was a great pity because some of them obviously had abilities which could have been put to good use. It was instead made very clear that they were the paupers in receipt of our charity. ‘Crisis’ perpetuated another big lie too – they made a name for themselves by claiming that ‘no-one is ever turned away’. They were. As I left the building in the middle of Christmas Day, I found a young man sitting on the pavement just down the road, in very inclement weather, blankets soaked in the rain, begging. I asked him if he knew that there was food and shelter available about half a mile down the road and he told me that he’d already tried to get into the ‘open Christmas’ but had been turned away because they were ‘full’. That wasn’t surprising because at that time there were a great many homeless people in London and it was understandable that ‘Crisis’ wouldn’t be able to cater for them all, but they didn’t admit that.

‘Crisis’ kept quiet about other things as well. Anyone working at ‘Crisis’ was brought up sharp against the neglect and abuse of the mental health services as well as the dreadful attitude of the Top Doctors to people who don’t have anywhere to live. One young man had come to ‘Crisis’ seeking advice from their Top Doctor (Crisis enlisted the help of a Top Doctor and held a ‘clinic’ for the duration of the ‘open Christmas’). He had been attacked whilst sleeping rough in London and was stabbed, sustaining a serious injury to a kidney. He had been taken to a central London teaching hospital, had been operated on and was then discharged virtually immediately, although he had nowhere to live and no-one to help him. That would not have happened to someone with a home and people around them to witness events. This young man was in considerable pain and his wound wasn’t healing which was why he was seeking medical advice from ‘Crisis’. I’ve never noticed them speak about such matters, but they’ll have plenty of evidence.

‘Crisis’ these days is a much, much bigger charity than it was when I volunteered, but I suspect that the management is still questionable. I know that the ‘cook in charge’ of one of their recent ‘open Christmas’s’ was someone who has harassed and made unfounded malicious allegations against at least three vulnerable neighbours of hers and who was some years ago dismissed from a position as an assistant psychologist after she was deemed to be a danger to vulnerable people. She was good enough to blog about her work for ‘Crisis’ – not as an expose, but to let the world know what a charitable person she is – and it was clear from her account that chaos and mismanagement reigned.

‘Crisis’, like MIND, the NSPCC et al is now big business. In the year 2012-13, ‘Crisis’ had a turnover of over £22 million and had 280 staff. A look at recent Chief Execs of ‘Crisis’ suggests that like MIND et al, ‘Crisis’ is run by people who are making a career out of managing huge charities which are receiving millions in grants from Gov’t – those Chief Execs in turn sit on Gov’t advisory Committees. It is a convenient relationship but not one which is conducive to coming up with solutions to problems. The current Chief Exec of ‘Crisis’ is Jon Sparkes. He was before his present appointment the Chief Operating Officer of UNICEF and prior to that head of Scope. I don’t know anything about UNICEF but I have heard much criticism of Scope. Jon Sparkes replaced Leslie Morphy as Chief Exec of ‘Crisis’. Leslie Morphy is now Vice-Chairman of Oxford Brookes University, a member of the Home Group Board and the Chair of an unidentified charity ‘focussed on supporting newborns in Vietnam’.

This is big business and the rewards are huge salaries, gongs, invitations to Buck House and for some, seats on bodies such as the EHRC. There are still some well-motivated people involved in charities but it can be a frustrating business if your charity is dependent upon Gov’t grants – no-one will dare speak out if Gov’t does something unacceptable or which simply won’t work. I was previously involved with a Third sector women’s organisation in Wales. All the Trustees were excellent and very genuine, but there was one issue in particular that they wanted to speak out about. The organisation was ordered by a Welsh Gov’t Minister to remove a sentence from one of it’s reports – because the sentence was mildly critical of the Welsh Gov’t. The Minister who pressurised that organisation is a Minister who continually touts herself as a Minister representing the feminist cause, who has built her reputation upon being the founder and former head of a major Welsh charity fighting for women’s equality and who dishes out awards for ‘Women of Achievement’ in Wales. At her last such ceremony she gave an award to a woman who formerly worked at Bangor University who was the most ferocious self-serving bully and who attempted to close down four departments which, if she had succeeded, would have put a considerable number of other women out of work. The charity that I was involved with did not carry on like ‘Kids Company’, but sadly the Kids Companies of the world do very well for themselves – if they toady to Ministers and tell them what they want to hear they can draw down millions.

The Third sector has it’s own publications, it’s own awards ceremonies and it’s own websites advertising career opportunities and Gov’t funding opportunities. It is no longer a voice independent of Gov’t/the state, it employs people who have been trained in Gov’t/state agencies and it reproduces the same problems as Gov’t/state organisations do. For years I thought that the symbiotic relationship between Gov’t and charity that spilt over into corruption was just evident in MIND. Then I noticed it in other mental health charities. Then in drugs/alcohol charities. Talking to other people who have worked for a whole variety of charities it is clear that the back-scratching and corruption is endemic. With regard to charities providing health and social care services, as far as the ‘support workers’ on the ground ‘supporting the clients’ are concerned, it is low pay, masses of responsibility and no recognition. Union membership in this sector is never discussed. The supervisors and managers are frequently Angels or social workers who have disgraced themselves in their previous career.

There has been much discussion on the Welsh political blog Jac O The North recently regarding the Third sector in Wales. Jac and a number of his correspondents take a right wing nationalist perspective and are scathing about the Third sector because it is bank-rolled by the Welsh Gov’t and is responsible for attracting many people with social problems into Wales. This should not be interpreted as only a right wing or nationalist argument, it is indeed happening and the result is vulnerable people not receiving the support that they need. Cheap property and the availability of Gov’t grants is resulting in a lot of charities housing disadvantaged people from England in rural Wales. Usually the biggest concern is the neglect or abuse of the vulnerable clients themselves, but there is now a growing business in the provision of ‘services’ for sex offenders or other people whose behaviour may well be very distressing to those living around them. For me, the salient issue is England exporting it’s citizens who need care and are costly to the state to parts of Wales which does not have the infrastructure to support them. Wales is then derided for having so many citizens categorised as ‘disabled’ or in receipt of benefits, the implication being that we’re all ignorant bastards who ignore the dear old public health experts’ advice and have willingly got ourselves into such a state that we can’t work. No, England has sent us thousands of people that they will not look after and do not want.

Yesterday it was reported in the Daily Post Online that ‘homelessness charity’ The Wallich has just won a Court Appeal giving them permission to house homeless people with histories of sex offending and drug use in Colwyn Bay. The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, which serves that region, is in special measures as a result of the institutional abuse of mental health patients, it’s mental health services have collapsed, it does not have any services for sex offenders and ‘substance abuse services’ are provided by Dafydd and Lucille’s charity CAIS. The area houses a chapter of the bike club ‘The Outlaws’, two of whose members were recently convicted of drug dealing on a massive scale and has seen turf wars between rival drug dealers which has resulted in stabbings, shootings and murders. It is not the best place to house sex offenders and people with drug problems.

The Third sector con seems to have been going on for a long while. A friend told me the other day of how he caused a diplomatic incident at an Amnesty International meeting in Birmingham years ago. He had asked the person presiding over the meeting when they were going to support the Birmingham Six, who at that time were still languishing in prison. Amnesty supported Nelson Mandela, but no they would not support the Birmingham Six ‘because they had a fair trial’. No they didn’t, they were framed and spent years in prison because just about everybody involved in the case had lied. Even Amnesty wouldn’t admit that the British justice system was bent. Probably because someone had applied for Gov’t funding or wanted a gong.

 

The Welsh media are once more reporting on the rural GP crisis. Dear old Dr Eamonn Jessup, a regular on this blog, has been mouthing off again regarding the ‘rapidly escalating rural GP crisis’. Eamonn and his mate Dr D.G.E. Wood featured on this blog recently after I discovered that they are popping over to Cyprus and advertising their services as ‘real British doctors’ to folk unacquainted with them (see post ‘I Think That We’ve Been Here Before’). One of these real British doctors – Wood – was instrumental in threatening, harassing and lying about me in his efforts to conceal the criminal activities of his mates Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X). Those three were of course in turn concealing the North Wales Paedophile Ring. Eamonn regularly screams and screams until he is sick, he started doing this when Edwina Hart was Health Minister and Mary Burrows was CEO of the Betsi and they were both trying to address the corruption and misconduct in the north Wales NHS. Whilst trying to depose Edwina and Mary, Eamonn promoted a Facebook group, ‘Higher Pay For Doctors’. Eamonn and ‘Dave’ have been leading lights in general practice in north Wales for decades and have both been involved in GP training. So if GPs don’t want to work in north Wales it is very probably something to do with them.

To illustrate the GP crisis in north Wales there has been much lamenting that two local practices are closing. One is the practice of Dr Adriaan Smits near Bontwnog. This is the practice that was recently found to have unlawfully dismissed it’s practice manager because she dared to complain about the vile behaviour of one GP towards both staff and patients. The other GPs colluded with him, framed her for embezzling money and unlawfully sacked her (see post ‘Top Doctors In Trouble Again And News Round Up’).The other sad loss is of the appalling Dr John Morris Jones whose practice at Penygroes is shutting it’s doors now that Morris Jones is retiring. This is a man who hung up on me when he was supposed to be performing on call duties when I rang, because I had complained about his mate Dr Tony Roberts of the Hergest Unit (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’ for details). I was actually ringing in response to a much nicer female doctor who had been worried about my condition a few hours earlier and had asked me to ring back. Morris Jones did not tell me that she was still in the office and he did not tell her that I was on the phone asking for her. When he realised that it was me ringing he simply said ‘she’s not here’ and put the phone down. Since this event I heard a number of first hand stories of Morris Jones refusing to treat or insulting the residents of Penygroes. This lethal git raked in the best part of £100k pa for risking the lives of people in that village. No-one will be any the worse off after the closure of these two surgeries, the NHS will simply save itself a great deal of money. Perhaps Jessup and Wood would like to piss off to Cyprus on a permanent basis and hand over the remit for GP training to others, then maybe trainee GPs will stop running away from north Wales screaming.

 

A story from south Wales – a groping NHS male nurse has been found guilty of seven counts of sexual assault at Cardiff Crown Court, although it is not reported at which establishment he was employed. He is said to have been molesting female colleagues for the last four years ‘at an NHS hospital’ – although I bet he’s been doing it for far longer, he’s not just going to have spontaneously turned into a sex offender for no good reason four years ago. He gave the reason for his groping as him not being able to help it. Which was always the excuse used by sex pests in days gone by. In fact Jimmy Savile used to make comments like that when he pretended to faint with desire at being surrounded by so many dolly birds on ‘Top of the Pops’. When he wasn’t asking four year old girls if he could be their boyfriend whilst they were trapped in a hospital bed. Not of course that Esther ever noticed any of this.

 

An inquest at Ruthin has heard that an elderly resident in a ‘care home’ at Rhos-on-Sea died as a result of serious untreated pressure sores. The manager of the home failed to call a GP and wouldn’t let anyone else call one either. I’m tempted to say that the elderly lady would probably only have encountered Jessup, Wood, Smits or Jones anyway, so who knows if the outcome would have been any better if a GP had been consulted.

 

The Daily Post Online are reporting on a major trauma – that patients in north Wales might ‘lose their watchdog’. Yes the Welsh Gov’t are ‘consulting’ regarding the future of the most ineffective watchdog in the land, the yapping Jack Russell that is the Betsi/North Wales Community Health Council, the subject of a number of previous posts (eg. ‘High-Level Shenanigans At The Community Health Councils’). That is the ‘independent voice of the patients’ which has a considerable number of retired Top Doctors and their allies sitting as members, including former Hergest psychiatrist Dr Sadie Francis, former facilitator of the paedophile ring Glanville Owen (Deputy Director of Gwynedd Social Services whilst the paedophile ring operated in that organisation) and the mummy of them all ‘Dr Chris’ aka Dr Christine Evans, retired surgeon from Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. Long time readers of this blog may remember me reporting on Dr Chris’s adventures many months ago. At one time Dr Chris was leading the CHC – she also most helpfully wrote a blog in her capacity as a Councillor which made it quite obvious that Dr Chris’s loyalty was first and foremost to her former colleagues at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, who along with other vascular surgeons in north Wales were scrapping among themselves, failing to co-operate with anyone and making decisions which prioritised their own lifestyles and wishes rather than patients’ needs. Unsurprisingly they were the subject of a highly critical report suggesting that at least some of their units should be shut down. They screamed and screamed until they were sick and then enlisted the help of Dr Chris, who pledged her support for them on her blog. Dr Chris had every right to support her former colleagues even if they were foul and incompetent, but she shouldn’t have been passing herself off as the independent voice of the patients whilst doing so. Furthermore the independent voice of the patients was still working as a surgeon herself – she was going on jollies with other surgeons, working as an examiner and doing a bit of charity work as a surgeon. Her effectiveness as the independent voice of the patients was limited by her habit of only remaining in Board meetings long enough to say what she wanted in defence of her colleagues and then walking out.

Hilda Foxall, whose husband died whilst on the care of Bryn Hesketh Unit in July 2015, has been conned into defending Dr Chris and co. Hilda has told the Post that her husband died from kidney problems and sepsis and that the CHC helped her gain answers from the Betsi. The CHC probably didn’t tell Hilda that her husband should never have died in the first place – the Betsi has been prioritising and ‘training’ it’s staff in sepsis for a good ten years now and they still miss the symptoms every time. Furthermore Hilda’s husband died in 2015 – that was long after the Betsi was placed in special measures by the Welsh Gov’t for the institutional abuse of patients in Tawel Fan ward. Where were the staff responsible for the abuse in Tawel Fan redeployed (none of them were disciplined except for the nurse who blew the whistle on the abuse, who was sacked)? Bryn Hesketh. So they were very likely to have been the very people responsible for failing to look after Hilda’s husband properly.

The Betsi have stated that they ‘value’ the CHC’s work and that they ‘have a good working relationship with the CHC’ and that they ‘work in partnership with them’. Of course they do, the CHC is the best friend that the Betsi could possibly have, their members are either complete dickwits or former employees of the NHS and their partners in crime.

Plaid AM Llyr Huws Gruffydd has sprung into action – the Llyr who knows exactly how bad the mental health services are because I wrote to him in detail about one my friends who was left to kill himself by the Hergest Unit. Llyr is defending the clapped out bunch of con-artists that is the CHC and had told the post that ‘leading politicians’ such as Andy Burnham ‘regretted’ the scrapping of the CHCs in England. Andy will have been horrified at the scrapping of the CHCs – Andy Burnham was the Minister who, along with Alan Johnson, refused over 80 requests from concerned colleagues to hold an inquiry into Mid-Staffs. The CHC helped keep the lid on all those patients who died up there….

 

Lastly, I have to report a triumph for those we know and love. Jimmy Burns, the police officer and former Hergest Unit nursing assistant who has been on trial in Caernarfon Crown Court for attempting to pervert the course of justice and assault, has been cleared, along with another police officer, despite a body camera worn by a third officer filming Jimmy Burns shouting and swearing at a man whom they had arrested and then spraying pepper spray in his face, although the man under arrest was handcuffed in the back of a patrol car at the time. Jimmy and his colleague seemed to have had a helping hand from the judge, Huw Rees, who yesterday ordered the jury to clear Burns’s colleague. Jimmy’s barrister was a man called Wyn Williams. Who is married to one of Burns’s former colleagues, a psychiatric nurse at the Ablett Unit! I’m glad that Wyn has been able to effectively represent his wife’s former colleague. Because when my solicitor sought an opinion from Wyn Williams regarding the conduct of the mental health services towards me – including his view regarding the evidence of criminal activity and collusion on the part of the Ablett Unit – somehow it all fizzled out. In fact I remember meeting Wyn, but I don’t actually remember receiving a report from him. Thank goodness that he was on the ball for Jimmy!

After noticing which barrister had represented Jimmy, I did a bit of research on Judge Huw Rees who had been so helpful to the defendants. Huw Rees is a law graduate of the University of Aberystwyth, like so many lawyers and judges named on this blog. Huw was formerly a barrister based in Iscoed Chambers, Swansea and listed ‘sexual abuse cases’ as one of his specialities. Some years ago he was involved in the high profile case of the paedophile ring in west Wales. Since Huw has been sitting as a judge, he has shown a great deal of understanding towards certain offenders. In the last few days he passed sentence on a man who punched his girlfriend in the face, breaking her cheekbone. Huw observed that he wasn’t a violent man and passed a community sentence rather than a prison sentence. I’m not sure how Huw concluded that the man involved wasn’t a violent man, because he already had a caution for a previous assault on a female partner. Huw Rees was also most understanding in 2015 when he presided over the trial of a primary school caretaker who had been found in possession of more than 600 child abuse images – he escaped a prison sentence too. As did a Colwyn Bay man who carried out a serious sexual assault on a woman, he got away with a community sentence.  In one of his judgements, Huw made reference to people knowing his sentencing policy towards sex offenders – this seemed to be a reference to Huw being known to favour less draconian sentences in such cases. I don’t think that prison sentences do much good myself and I would prefer a world in which greater understanding was shown towards more offenders and indeed the availability of therapeutic programmes for certain sex offenders, such as those found in possession of indecent images.

But Huw comes down like a ton of bricks now and then. In April 2017 he jailed a man from Bangor for three years after his two young children had been ‘exposed to heroin fumes’. Caernarfon Crown Court heard that the father didn’t mean to harm his children, the offence happened as a result of his own drug addiction. Whilst presiding over the trial of a teenaged girl from Bethesda who had kicked a man (she had played as a professional junior footballer) whilst he was lying on the ground after he’d been in fight with her and two of her companions, Huw denounced her as ‘feral’, stated that he would not tolerate anyone who kicks someone when they’re on the ground and imprisoned her, although she had only inflicted  minor injury. She sounded like a cow – but there was one aspect reported regarding the case which was not fully explained. That was, a comment that the girl had ‘felt threatened’ as a result of something that had happened on the bus upon which she, the man whom she kicked and another youth had been previously travelling. The only info regarding the circumstances leading up to the fight was that those involved were on a bus when some comments were passed – the teenager and the youth with her texted another man who met them when they all got off the bus and it was then that they had a fight with the man who ended up getting kicked by the teenager. So something happened on the bus – that allegedly upset a teenaged girl and caused a fight between two of her male companions and another man. But we don’t know what it was.

Since 2012, Huw Rees has been a legal member of the restricted patients’ panel of the Mental Health Act Tribunal. Which could well be great news if you’re a mentally ill sex offender but not so great news if you’re a mentally ill teenaged girl who’s lashed out after feeling threatened by someone. Whatever, if you’re a mentally ill wife-beater you’ll be well away if Huw’s sitting on the Tribunal.