Meet The Gwerin!

Some scholars of Wales have maintained that until relatively recently, Wales was a land peopled by a ‘gwerin’, a population of rural dwelling folk indigenous to Wales who formed a sort of classless society in which there was no sub-group in a dominant social position. Other people have  maintained that the notion of a gwerin is silly – I think the person who was ruder about the idea of a gwerin than most was Kim Howells, I imagine that he had some very harsh words for the gwerin once he’d stopped rolling around laughing – and that Wales was as much of a class-based society as most other societies. There was indeed a class structure in Wales and quite a rigid one, but it was not one that equated very well to the class structure used by sociologists who wrote about England. This used to cause Brown and I a lot of problems when journal articles that we had written about the recent history of Wales were peer-reviewed by people who very obviously had a great deal of experience of urban English sociology but did not know much about rural Wales fifty years ago. Rude comments would be returned such as ‘the authors state that these were disadvantaged people. Farmers are not disadvantaged people.’ Well no, barley barons in Lincolnshire aren’t, but they are not quite in the same situation as certain Snowdonia hill farmers were in the 1950s…

The excesses of journal reviewers notwithstanding, I cannot really subscribe to the notion of a gwerin, but I know that some of those who were very influential in UCNW (Bangor University) in previous generations absolutely maintained that a gwerin existed and indeed that they were members of the said gwerin. A number of the gwerin who ran UCNW also ran a trafficking gang along with Dafydd, which targeted, er, the lower orders. Which sounds rather to me like a class structure.

I was dwelling on the gwerin the other day when I was reading Dr David Roberts’s 2009 book on the history of Bangor University. Dr Roberts’s volume names a few who most definitely believed themselves to be of the gwerin and the names were familiar to me; I can remember some of them from my days as an undergrad and I was aware of others because parts of Bangor University are named after them etc. Dr Roberts’s book gives detailed accounts of some legendary events in the recent history of Bangor, including those which set the scene when the cohort of students of which I was one arrived.

I have mentioned in previous posts that UCNW was in danger of shutting down in the 1980s after an onslaught from the UGC. I had always believed that the axe was wielded by Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer in the mid-1980s (see previous posts), but Dr Roberts’s book informs us that a near killer blow was inflicted upon UCNW by the UGC in 1981, which shattered the paedophiles’ friends who were running UCNW at the time. It was when the axe was about to be wielded again a few years later that someone thought to remind Thatch’s Gov’t that this institution was full of people who were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring or were keeping quiet about it. The member of the gwerin who actually reminded the UGC of that was a man called Alwyn Roberts, a PVC whom I have been told also spent time as a missionary. According to Dr Roberts’s book, Alwyn Roberts worked as a senior lecturer in the Dept of Social Theory and Institutions (the Dept where I worked after finishing my PhD, but it was known by then as Social Sciences), but in the late 1970s when UCNW was in deep financial difficulty, a reorganisation took place and Alwyn Roberts became Director of Extra-Mural Studies.

The Waterhouse Report provides much information about the qualifications and work histories of those accused of abusing kids in north Wales or colluding with abuse. I have mentioned previously that a great many of those who abused the kids qualified at Cartrefle College at Wrexham, which became NEWI and then Glyndwr University. I received information from a former Cartrefle student telling me that standards were very low there and that the social work course tutors had an arrangement with Nefyn Dodd and Lucille Hughes to identify students who were potential whistleblowers and either remove them from the course or to force them out of their jobs after they had qualified.

A number of other people named in the Waterhouse Report as abusers held either degrees from UCNW – Lucille Hughes was a UCNW graduate – or social work qualifications gained from UCNW, particularly those people in more senior positions. They will have been students in the Dept of Social Theory and Institutions. Alwyn Roberts will have known them – UCNW was and is still small enough to ensure that people in Depts do know each other – and he knew who they were working with after they qualified and what was happening to the children in their care.

Dr Roberts’s book mentions that Alwyn Roberts had served as Principal of Pachhunga Government College in India, as a member of Gwynedd County Council and as a Governor of the BBC. So Alwyn Roberts had all angles covered. He worked in the Dept which trained the social workers who were then employed in children’s homes run by Gwynedd County Council, in which a paedophile ring was operating. Or they could pop over to the children’s homes in Clwyd, which were part of the same ring. I have mentioned previously how many journos in BBC Wales were networked with Dafydd or even knew him personally and were happy top broadcast what they knew were lies about his alleged expertise and the state of the mental health services and other parts of the welfare system in north Wales. At the same time Alwyn Roberts was one of UCNW’s senior managers.

The Vice-Principal of UCNW from 1981 onward was Professor Geoff Sagar, who was a member of staff in the Dept of Plant Biology and who taught me. Geoff Sagar knew virtually everything that I have blogged about staff in Plant Biology colluding with Dafydd’s gang. He knew that some of the staff in his Dept were married to people who were members of the gang because they were married to social workers or Top Doctors and he knew that one of his lecturers, John Wilson, was having sex with local school girls and that this was openly discussed. It was of course openly discussed in terms of people’s concerns that John was going to get caught, rather than with any degree of concern as to what was happening to the girls. The girls whom John had been seen with were described by Dr Adrian Bell’s wife Alison, a technician in Plant Biology, as ‘rather slaggy girls’. Well they won’t have been conducting themselves in the way that most of the children of the UCNW staff were, but the kids of UCNW staff hadn’t been removed from their families and been forced to live in a children’s home where they were violently assaulted, raped and coerced into working as prostitutes. If the kids tried to make complaints to the police, the police refused to record the complaints or threatened to arrest the kids themselves.

In the 1980s, one of the Gwynedd social workers responsible for the area of Bangor in which the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located was Meri Huws (see eg. post ‘People With Energy’). Meri later became a lecturer at Coleg Menai – where many of the non-academic staff employed by UCNW trained – and the Normal College, which trained teachers and was also colluding with Dafydd’s gang. Then Meri was employed by Bangor University as the Director of the Dept of Lifelong Learning, which was the then incarnation of the Dept of Extra-Mural Studies previously run by Alwyn Roberts…

 

By the way Alison, I sat in your husband’s office distraught and told him that Brown was receiving death threats. He blanked me. As did your mate Dr D.G.E. Wood, but then Wood was facilitating the trafficking ring anyway. If two intelligent adults had gangsters after them, I don’t rate the chances of 14 year old girls. As for the student whom you described as ‘obnoxious’ after he was sectioned in Ysbyty Gwynedd by the gang, well part of his distress was that his girlfriend was being targeted by them.

Just how stupid were you all??? The undergrads were being terrorised by a criminal gang but all you could do was obsess about nonsense like them wearing alternative clothes or blowing dope, it was ridiculous. As for Dafydd famously telling the Welsh Baptist Union that learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect against a serious moral collapse in later life (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’), just about the only people in Bangor who hadn’t suffered from a serious moral collapse were the students and even some of them succumbed, such as the psychology and social work students.

Somebody reminded me recently that Adrian Bell’s hobby was vintage cars, he collected and traded them. I have been told that all areas of the lives of Dafydd’s Little Helpers were used to shore up the gang, so someone ought to take a look at who in the vintage car world had links with Adrian and others who worked at Bangor University or in north Wales.

 

Geoff Sagar’s son was a vet. My post ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’ described how targets of Dafydd’s gang were refused treatment for their pets by the local vets in Gwynedd. Dr Katz, a Polish vet in Llanfairfechan who dared treat the pets of those who had spilt the pints of the paedophiles, was hounded out of the area during the years after the millennium.

 

In June 1994, Alwyn Roberts led a Joint Working Party which held discussions with a view to merging UCNW with the Normal College. Dr Roberts’s book states that Alwyn was a ‘skilled negotiator’ ‘in whom officers and staff of Coleg Normal had considerable confidence’. They probably loved him because they and the teachers that they trained were also colluding with, or at best simply ignoring, the trafficking ring which Alwyn Roberts knew a great deal about.

I will return to the other people involved in these negotiations in future posts…

Dr Roberts’s book discusses the time – or rather one of the times – when key figures at UCNW all started hitting each other. I knew that things had become very fraught at UCNW in the late 1970s, which was when Dafydd had Mary Wynch illegally arrested and imprisoned; Mary worked as secretary in the massively dysfunctional Agriculture Dept, so I guessed that Mary had found something out about that Dept… What everyone knew at the time, even the students, was that the UCNW farm, which was under the domain of the Dept of Agriculture, was so badly mismanaged that it went bankrupt, plunging UCNW into severe financial difficulties. UCNW bailed College Farm out and a few years later it went bankrupt again. It was no advert for the Agri Dept or UCNW.

Lord Kenyon, the President of UCNW, 1947-82, considered his two big interests to be agriculture and health services. Lord Kenyon held numerous public positions, including that of Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority in the 1970s. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales and was eventually caught red-handed in the late 1970s. The boy was sent to a detention centre after Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon made a complaint of theft against him. Among many other things, Lord Kenyon was a member of the North Wales Police Authority, a JP and the most senior Freemason in north Wales. Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of HIV/AIDS in 1993. See previous posts for further details.

Dr Roberts’s book explains that UCNW became increasingly troubled during the latter half of the 1970s. There was much friction on the basis of language, with some students and staff feeling that there were far too many students from England who were overwhelming Welsh speaking students. This was a sore point for many because UCNW was proud of being a local, Welsh institution which had been established for people in north Wales.

Sir Charles Evans, the Principal of UCNW, 1958-84, was Welsh in that he grew up in north Wales and had learnt Welsh as a boy, but Sir Charles is the sort of person that demonstrated the myth of a gwerin. Sir Charles was ‘Welsh’ but he was posh. He was sent away to a public school at a young age – Shrewsbury – and then went to Oxford where he studied medicine. Charles Evans was completely unsympathetic to the concerns and protests of the Welsh language students and took a highly confrontational approach to them. The students enjoyed a lot of support from some of the gwerin on the staff, including those in very senior positions and the gwerin went to war with Charles Evans in an attempt to force him to retire.

In April 1981 – three months before the UGC wrote to UCNW telling them that they were going to be clobbered financially – a group of fourteen senior academics at UCNW signed a letter to Lord Kenyon stating that Sir Charles Evans could no longer ‘carry the burden’ of leadership. Non-professorial staff also wrote about their concerns re the ‘present leadership’. By April 1981, Mary Wynch had begun legal action against Dafydd and the gang and it was clear that everyone could find themselves in a lot of trouble.

Sir Charles had been in a wheelchair for a long while having developed MS when he was quite a young man, which was why he gave up his job as a Top Doctor in Liverpool to become Principal of UCNW in the 1950s and he was becoming increasingly disabled. However Evans was a member of the successful 1953 Everest expedition so he was made of stern stuff and was fuming at being told that he wasn’t up to it any longer, although he was fully aware that he wasn’t able to do the sorts of things that he had even just a few years previously. Evans maintained that the College was being subjected to ‘wanton efforts at disruption by small groups of misguided people’. Which it was, they were assisting a trafficking gang which Evans had ignored because many of his Top Doctor colleagues had been involved for years, but now the gwerin were at each others throats.

Lord Kenyon was most concerned at the escalating civil war and consulted his Vice-Presidents, Sir Elwyn Jones and O.V. Jones.

I discussed Sir Elwyn Jones and his wrongdoing in my post ‘How Much Greater Is A Man Than A Sheep?’. Sir Elwyn was a solicitor who also served as the Labour MP for Conway. Sir Elwyn Jones was a member of the Caernarfonshire County Council1945-69. Lucille Hughes worked as a children’s social worker for Caernarfonshire County Council. Sir Elwyn knew about Dafydd’s gang in its early days and indeed the abuse in the region which pre-existed Dafydd’s gang upon which Dafydd built. Sir Elwyn’s son Elwyn Jones was also a solicitor in Bangor and served as the Treasurer of UCNW. Elwyn Jones the son of Sir Elwyn was most definitely a crook, he was fully on board with Dafydd and the gang and was involved with the fitting up of innocent people who were targeted by the gang (see previous posts). David Jones, the present Tory MP for Clwyd West, worked in Elwyn Jones’s practice in Bangor in the 1980s when Elwyn Jones helped the gang frame people.

O.V. Jones had served as a senior Council member and was one of those who was supportive of the Welsh language protests on the part of the students. In 1976 four students officers of the Cymric Society were suspended from UCNW for their role in the occupation of a College building and this was followed by a massive student protest in the town of Bangor which was addressed by that well-known member of the gwerin, Dafydd Iwan. Dafydd Iwan later became a Gwynedd County Councillor and then leader of the Council when the gang raged within the Council’s children’s homes. Another student occupation followed and the College authorities applied for a High Court order to repossess the building. O.V. Jones, a Welsh speaking obstetrician, was right behind the students and raised concerns at the harsh treatment of the four who had been suspended from College. O.V. Jones asked for clemency to be shown and was joined in this by the Archbishop of Wales, Gwilym Williams, a man who was fully on board with Dafydd’s gang (see previous posts).

Gwilym Williams was one of those who, along with Alwyn Roberts, used his knowledge of Dafydd’s gang to twist the arm of the Thatcher’s Gov’t with regard to Welsh language issues such as the creation of S4C and the passing of the Welsh Language Act, 1993. Thatcher was utterly unsympathetic to these matters that were dear to the hearts of the gwerin, but a few words in the ear of Willie Whitelaw and others about that gang soon did the trick (see posts eg. ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

O.V. Jones also knew about the grim reality of Dafydd’s gang and was part of the nuts and bolts of that gang. Previous posts (eg. ‘I Predict A Riot’, ‘Yours Truly, Angry Mob’ and ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’) have detailed how all the Top Docs in north Wales co-operated to unlawfully ensure that no woman in north Wales could access NHS abortions, even years after the Abortion Act 1967. However any woman with the money would be referred on demand to a private abortionist in Chester who was known to have put women’s lives at risk. When freshers enrolled at UCNW, one of the first things that they were given was information on to how to access a private abortion via a referral from the Student Health Centre. Brown and I thought that this was rather unsavoury and a strange thing to prioritise, but we didn’t realise that a trafficking ring was operating in the region, targeting female students as well as other people and that the people running the ring were the very same Top Doctors who denied women NHS abortions but referred them to their mate in Chester for a fee, no questions asked. Less privileged women who didn’t have the dosh for the butcher in Chester were sent to stay at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd, where the view was taken by everyone who sexually exploited them there that they couldn’t get more pregnant and they were then denied an NHS abortion anyway because everyone was. The women did not emerge from Denbigh with a baby, yet a great many of them went through the doors pregnant.

O.V. Jones will have known what was happening to those babies. He will also have known about the babies who were unlawfully removed from some adult women with full capacity who gave birth at St David’s Hospital during the 1970s after their families had conspired with Top Doctors; he will have known about the obstetrician working at St David’s in the 1970s and 80s who was so dangerous that he left several babies brain damaged or dead and who was smuggled quietly out to begin a new career in Australia after he inflicted serious injuries on the baby of a policeman who was not going to keep quiet about it; he will have known about the forced sterilisations of Denbigh patients to avoid any problematic pregnancies as a result of them being abused by mental health staff and prostituted by the gang; he’ll have known about the girls in the children’s homes being fitted up with contraceptives at the age of 13 or 14; he’ll have known about the kids in children’s homes becoming pregnant and catching STIs; and he’ll have known about the underaged girls who were not in care but became pregnant being denied abortions and told ‘you got yourself here, you can now look after the baby’ when they very obviously couldn’t cope with a baby and the baby would end up being taken into care during the early years and handed over to the trafficking gang… See previous posts eg. ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’.

O.V. Jones and his mates were responsible for a bloody nightmare of the sort that laypeople believed had died out decades previously in mainland Britain. Everyone conspired to keep quiet about this, including the gwerin.

The gwerin continued fighting each other at UCNW and in June 1982 Charles Evans announced that he would retire in 1984, but by then he would have reached retirement age anyway. In Oct 1982 the gwerin forced Lord Kenyon out of his position as President and another paedophiles’ friend of the highest order was parachuted in to replace him, Sir William Mars-Jones, a corrupt High Court judge from a Denbighshire farming family and a friend of Sir Ronald Waterhouse. See previous posts.

In Jan 1983, O.V. the family butcher became Chair of Council at UCNW and it nearly ended in tears very shortly afterwards. In May 1982 UCNW had advertised for a new Registrar but the selection committee did not appoint any candidate. The post was readvertised in Jan 1983 and in March 1983, the selection committee, led by O.V. the family butcher, recommended the appointment of Frederick Smyth, then Registrar and Deputy Secretary of Stirling University, a non-Welsh speaker. The UCNW Council then blocked the appointment. The warring gwerin on the Council had appointed Gwyn R. Thomas as Acting Registrar in Dec 1982 and although the appointment was confirmed at a later date, O.V. the family butcher threatened to resign as Chair of Council. The gwerin somehow persuaded him not to. I would not be surprised if that was related to the havoc that had broken out in the Student Health Centre by the summer of 1983 as a result of the chaos resulting from Dr D.G.E. Wood and his colleagues being far more interested in running a trafficking ring than caring for their patients. If the ship lost the family butcher there is no telling what would have happened.

Gwyn R. Thomas must have been the long thin man who was the Registrar whom I went to see in 1984 to raise my concerns about Gwynne the lobotomist forging medical records and libelling me. The long thin man just freaked after about two minutes and threw me out of his office, because I suspect he knew how far this would unravel if anyone tugged at a few of the threads.

 

People like Lord Kenyon – who didn’t speak Welsh and was based in Shropshire – did not equate to any aspect of the gwerin’s notion of what the gwerin was, but this gwerin were all in it together, literally. That is what really bound the gwerin together rather than any Welshness or classlessness. Gwerin like Sir William Mars-Jones – who fulfilled the qualities of a member of the gwerin in that he was rural and Welsh – and Dafydd, who was quite happy to lay claim to being a member of the gwerin when it suited him although he was accumulating vast wealth by procuring child sex workers for Thatcher’s friends, were essential to the working of a huge machine that the rest of the gwerin were depending on for a comfortable life. After all if the gwerin didn’t have jobs for themselves and their families as teachers, lecturers, social workers, Angels etc they’d be in the same boat as those who were being fed into Dafydd’s machine along with their children, which was not an appealing prospect.

 

Previous posts have discussed at length how the member of the gwerin which was Dafydd networked with corrupt professionals and elites in England which was what completely protected him, while he really shafted the locals as well as the kids in the children’s homes in north Wales, many of whom were disadvantaged kids imported from English metropolitan Councils.

Before Dafydd and John Allen ever went into business big time in the late 1960s, Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist had a sound track record of serving the interests of the most unlikely gwerin, such as Bertrand Russell and his friend Sir Clough Williams-Ellis’s bohemian mates of the Bloomsbury Set in England who holidayed at Croesor in north Wales. See previous posts eg. ‘The Village’ and ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’.

 

So let’s meet yet more of those very grand powerful gwerin who doubled up as really grand Top Doctors, upon who’s support Dafydd’s gang in north Wales were 100% dependant. O.V. the Welsh family butcher could never have kept this show on the road alone.

Dafydd’s gang’s powerbase lay in Liverpool and London. Liverpool was known as the ‘capital of north Wales’ for a long time; there was/is a big Welsh community in Liverpool and in north Wales the influence of Top Doctors who trained at Liverpool exceeds the influence of Top Doctors who trained at Cardiff. Liverpool Medical School saw itself as superior to Cardiff Medical School, but both institutions were concealing the serious crime committed by Dafydd and the gang.

Dr Roberts’s book on the history of Bangor University noted that Prof Fergus Lowe massively expended the Psychology Dept in the late 1980s and 90s by ‘working with health authorities’. Yes, Fungus knew what the Top Docs were up to and he knew what they had done to me and my friends, including killing one of them and Fungus had them all over a barrel. The research funding poured in…

Let us start with a lifelong and close friend of Sir Charles Evans himself, a Lady Doctor, Anne McCandless.

McCandless’s biography gives every indication that she knew about the trafficking ring in north Wales with which Sir Charles Evans colluded throughout the years that he was Principal of UCNW, 1958-84. Although much of this blog discusses paedophile/trafficking gangs, I am not someone who believes that every other person is a paedophile; the problems is rather that the many, many relatives/friends/colleagues/associates of those who are sexually abusing or exploiting people collude with, or cover-up, for them, even when they are fully aware of what is going on. That has caused the real rot. I imagine that Anne McCandless fell into this category.

Anne McCandless was a fellow medical student of Charles Evans who lived in the same house in Liverpool as Evans did when he was appointed as a surgical registrar to the Northern Hospital. Like Evans and Denise Morin, whom Evans married, Anne McCandless was a keen mountaineer. She will have climbed in Snowdonia, it is the mecca for the day to day climbing activities of mountaineers in the north west of England and is used as a training ground to prepare for the big expeditions to places like the Himalayas.

The Royal College of Physician’s ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ as usual provides an interesting account of McCandless’s life.

Anne will be remembered for her mischievous sense of fun and the way she loved to shock.

The tributes in ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ always describe the most unacceptable conduct on the part of Top Docs in a very euphemistic way, so I suspect that Anne McCandless was probably deeply unpleasant to many people.

This she did expertly with her characteristically tongue-in-cheek outrageous comments.

As I thought. Anne was a Top Doctor so it was just tongue-in-cheek outrage. If she was a patient she’d have been refused treatment on the grounds of her ‘offensive behaviour’…

She was born in Baltimore, USA. Her father, Joseph McCandless, was an industrial chemistSome three years after Anne was born, the family moved to Southport, Lancashire, where Anne attended Southport High School and then the University of Liverpool where she graduated in 1939…

Liverpool University doesn’t seem to have been too fussy with regard to the Top Doctors whom it allowed to qualify throughout much of the 20th century, after all Dafydd qualified from Liverpool in the 1950s. McCandless and Evans were of the earlier generation of Top Docs who were the senior colleagues of Dafydd and his contemporaries. No-one felt obliged to reign in anyone else no matter how appalling their misconduct. Many of the Docs of Evans’s vintage were, as was Evans himself, very much gentlemen for whom medicine was an interesting side-line while they got on with the real business of the rest of their life, which in Evans’s case was mountaineering.

Sir Robert Charles Evans
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He wanted to get to the top of Everest, he wasn’t even going to bother with ‘now don’t you worry dear, we’ll look after you’. Although it was refreshingly honest of Evans to admit that he was far more interested in trekking in the Himalayas than in looking after patients. However, even an Everest hero should have woken up when he was told that there was a massive sex abuse ring in operation in north Wales and the Top Docs in his Student Health Centre were at the centre of it. Indeed when I told that Registrar Gwyn R. Thomas that all was not as it should have been, I hadn’t got much further than ‘I wish to raise my concerns about the conduct of a man called Dr Gwynne Williams in the Student Health Centre’ and there was an explosion…

I didn’t even mention the words ‘greasy old pervert propositioning the female students’ because I knew that I’d be told that I’d ‘misunderstood’, so I stuck to the libellous comments and the altered medical records…

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The corruption in medical circles in Liverpool was probably embedded by the time that Charles Evans and Anne McCandless came along, but they certainly added to the party. Their generation of Docs are well-remembered by people of my age and many of them were obnoxious with truly dreadful attitudes to their patients or at least those who were members of the lower orders. When Ed Miliband waxes lyrical about his Uncle Harry’s dedication to the NHS, Ed fails to mention the entrenched social snobbery that Docs of Uncle Harry’s generation showed, that they had in turn learned from the generation before them. I picked up a copy of S. Mervyn Herbert’s 1939 book ‘Britain’s Health’ from a second hand book shop recently and it is a fine example of the thinking of Top Doctors of McCandless’s generation, who trained Uncle Harry et al. S. Mervyn Herbert’s book has a foreword by Lord Horder.

Lord Thomas Horder was ‘an English physician recognised as a leading clinician and diagnostician of his day’. He was educated privately and at London University and Bart’s Hospital, London. Horder began his career at Bart’s and, when still quite young, successfully made a difficult diagnosis on King Edward VII which made his reputation. His patients included every British monarch from Edward VII to Elizabeth II (except Edward VIII), as well as two PMs, Ramsey MacDonald and Bonar Law and Labour Leader Hugh Gaitskill.

Horder was involved in many official committees including advising the Ministry of Food during WW II. After the war he opposed many of Nye Bevan’s plans for the NHS and may have helped modify some of those less palatable to the medical profession. Horder held the positions of Deputy Lieutenant County of Hampshire; Extra Physician to the Queen (formerly Extra Physician to King George VI); and Consulting Physician to St Bartholomew’s Hospital (1912–1936). Horder served as President of the British Eugenics Society, 1935-49 and as President of the Cremation Society of Great Britain, 1940-55, when he died.

In 1902 Horder married Geraldine Rose Doggett. Their son was the publisher Mervyn Horder, who died in 1997. Their daughter Joy Horder was mother to architect Edward Cullinan and married to a chief physician at Bart’s.

Some senior staff at Bart’s were facilitating organised abuse very long time ago. Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees added to the fun considerably in the 1990s, but there was a problem at Bart’s decades before that. Lady Juliet Bingley concealed abuse in her capacity as a leading light in MIND from the 1970s onwards but seems to have been involved in colluding with abuse in High Places previously as well and was the daughter of a Bart’s surgeon who worked as an almoner (social worker) at Bart’s.

Lord Horder dripped with contempt for the plebs as did Top Docs like McCandless and Evans. In many ways they were admirably tough which is how Evans got to the top of Everest, but that didn’t equip them very well for being Top Doctors to the masses, particularly as so many of those Top Docs came from such privileged backgrounds themselves. By the time that people of my generation encountered them, the impression gained was ‘this person really should never have thought that medicine was a suitable career for them’. I understand that it is an historical phenomenon, but Ed et al need to stop banging on about those kindly Top Docs of yesteryear who Loved Their Patients and the Poor. Most of them didn’t.

[Anne McCandless] spent the war in Paddington and Hackney…managing 150 medical and paediatric beds…

Hackney was a site of serious disadvantage and organised child abuse, which included the welfare state transporting kids to Australia knowing that they were going to lives of slave labour and cruelty and, by the 1970s of course, sending them into the arms of Dafydd’s gang in north Wales.

she held house officer appointments in anaesthesia at Derby City Hospital and Leicester Royal Infirmary,

There were long-standing paedophile rings in Derbyshire and Leicestershire which by the 1960s/70s had linked up with other rings including Dafydd’s…

but returned to Liverpool to undertake training in paediatrics under Norman Capon. She was neonatal paediatric register at the Liverpool Oxford Street Maternity Hospital and was then appointed lecturer in child health in the newly formed department of child health with clinical duties mainly at the Royal Liverpool Children’s Hospital. In 1950 she was appointed consultant paediatrician at Warrington, but after about a year she was appointed consultant paediatrician at Liverpool’s Alder Hey Children’s Hospital and also neonatal paediatrician to the maternity units at Sefton General Hospital and Broadgreen Hospital.

So McCandless was back in the nest of vipers and the facilitators of abuse in Liverpool by the late 1940s and in 1950 she was appointed to a senior position in paediatrics in the region. Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Robert Owen who concealed very serious crime on the part of Dafydd et al in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) was a leading light in orthopaedic surgery in Liverpool in the generation which followed McCandless. Robert Owen was a consultant at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital and Broadgreen as well as at the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt Hospital, Gobowen. Owen was a farmer’s son from Pwllheli and a key figure in the network of corrupt professionals who caused such problems in north Wales and facilitated the trafficking ring. Owen was busy calling the shots virtually until the day he died in March 2018. See post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’.

Her pioneering work began in Warrington.

There was abuse in children’s homes and other institutions in Warrington and the staff/abusers were part of the wider network covering the north west of England/north Wales. By the 1960s/70s, no politician in the region would do anything to tread on the toes of the ring, even when kids in care under 16 years old who were victims of the gang were fitted up and found dead in Risley Remand Centre, which was located in Warrington. After all, their constituents were those facilitating the ring. See eg. post ‘Include Me Out’.

At the time 20 per cent of all infants admitted developed gastro-enteritis and five percent died not from the original complaint but from cross-infection. To combat this Anne encouraged family doctors to keep infants out of hospital. Treating sick children out of hospital was not easy. It meant 30 domiciliary visits every year, often after midnight. The infant mortality rate was 80 per 1000 when she went to Warrington and 40 per 1000 a year later due to keeping sick infants out of hospital. When they had to be admitted to hospital, their mothers were admitted with them. In Warrington she used the private wing of the hospital to accommodate the mothers and at Alder Hey her two side wards. She also encouraged daily visits of patients to her wards, a practice which was years ahead of its time.

So, as is de rigueur, a Top Doc who knew about a growing problem of organised abuse facilitated by a criminal gang whom she remained silent about until the day that she died – seven months after the publication of the Waterhouse Report – has been constructed as a Pioneering Paediatrician who achieved Great Things. It is difficult to judge the achievements of the Top Docs because accounts of their lives are just so dishonest.

Her interest was in epilepsy and in the early 1950s she started an epileptic outpatient clinic at Alder Hey. Her neonatal unit at Sefton General Hospital was the first in the region to monitor the true glucose levels in premature babies. In 1953 she introduced endotracheal intubation and insufflation with oxygen treatment for birth asphyxia. This led to the establishment of a resuscitation centre at Alder Hey and this was the first of its kind in the country.

So whatever McCandless colluded with, her reputation was enormous and she will have been untouchable. Nothing that she did will have been questioned and if there were complaints about student or more junior staff such as Dafydd and Robert Owen, they will have been blown out of the water and the person who dared raise concerns marked for ever…

She was a general paediatrician. She married late. She met her husband Tom Rimmer (a County Councillor) when they were both members of the Liverpool Children’s Regional Hospital Committee.

This was and still is the scale of the problem…

Following retirement in 1974 Anne moved to St Andrews in Scotland where other members of her family were living.

By 1974, Dafydd’s gang were running Liverpool and north Wales was positively a production line for child sex workers. Anne’s pal Charles Evans was presiding over UCNW which by then was a deeply troubled institution and an essential part of the ring . Gangs across the whole of the UK had linked up into one big network which had also spread into mainland Europe. These criminals were untouchable and received protection from the highest levels of Gov’t. Anne McCandless will not have disappeared when she retired. Top Docs remain available long after retirement to give their unfailing support to other Top Docs who might be in trouble and to use their influence to the maximum. St Andrews is a hub of elite Top Doctors. Dafydd’s mate Bluglass is an alumnus of St Andrews University and by 1974 Bluglass was Chair of Forensic Medicine at Birmingham University and Mr Big himself. Hundreds of kids from the West Midlands were being sent to children’s homes in north Wales. St Andrews is such a hub of elite Top Doctors that the Royal and Ancient Golf Club at St Andrews doubles up as a networking base for them. Lord Robert Kilpatrick had a great time at the R&A. Kilpatrick was President of the GMC, 1989-95, during which time he colluded with a great deal of crime carried out by Top Docs including Dafydd et al. Prior to that, Kilpatrick had been Dean of Leicester Medical School when that institution had facilitated the trafficking ring which operated in Leicester which had links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and involved Greville Janner. For more information on Kilpatrick see post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’.

Of course by 1974, Liverpool had become famous as a result of the popular culture which had grown up in the city some 15 years or so previously – Cilla, The Beatles etc… Dafydd’s gang produced sex workers for celebs and the explosion of ‘talent’ in Liverpool, talent which was world famous and very rich by the mid-1970s, meaning that Dafydd had a whole new market and was now rubbing noses with celebs. As indeed Dafydd’s family boasted about when they hurled abuse at Empowered Service Users in north Wales. Dafydd knew Really Famous People and was going to have us nutters arrested!

I usually visited St Andrews annually in August and renewed a 60 year old friendship with Anne. At my last visit in August 2000…She died suddenly later that month.

Thought as much, McCandless received regular visits, being on the Elite Top Doctors circuit until the very end. This account of McCandless’s life and work was written by one of her Top Doctor colleagues, Robert McLaren Todd.

Robert Todd died in May 2008 and his obituary appeared in the BMJ.

Robert McLaren Todd was very active in the Church of England, in the world of classical music and in medicine. Todd was born in 1915 at Syston in Leicestershire. Robert attended the local Syston Church of England school (1920 to 1926) before going to Wyggeston Grammar School for Boys (1926 to 1934).

A combination of Leicester and the Anglican Church…

Todd then went to Trinity Hall, Cambridge (1934 to 1937) and St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, London (1937 to 1940). Bart’s again then. Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees was able to take things at Barts to a new level when he took up his Chair there in the 1990s because Linford moved in celebrity circles as a result of his daughter, the 1970s ‘Poldark’ actress Angharad Rees and her showbiz husband Christopher Cazenove, who starred in ‘Dynasty’ with Joan Collins et al…

Dafydd knows really famous people!

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After qualification in 1940, Todd worked as a house surgeon at Bart’s, then as a senior house physician post at Bart’s and St Albans. This was followed by a stint as resident medical officer at Leicester Royal Infirmary and house physician at the Children’s Hospital in Leicester, 1942 -45.

Barnett Janner, a lawyer from south Wales, served as the Liberal MP for Whitechapel, 1931-35 and as the Labour candidate for Leicester West, 1945-70, after which he was succeeded as MP by his son Greville.

In 1946 Todd became medical registrar at Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children, Hackney. Previous posts have named various members of Dafydd’s network were based in and worked at Hackney and specifically the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children.

In 1947 Todd relocated to Liverpool in the new Department of Child Health. Todd ran the MRC trial on the treatment of tuberculous meningitis at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital. In 1953 Robert Todd spent a short spell at Harvard as a Fulbright scholar. Otherwise he continued working as consultant paediatrician at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital and also at the Liverpool Maternity Hospital, where he was responsible for creating the first special care baby unit in the Merseyside region. In 1949 Todd founded the Liverpool Paediatric Club and he was its first Secretary.

Robert Todd was yet another member of the network which later protected Dafydd who was constructed as An Eminent Top Doctor. Establishing that special care baby unit will have meant that Todd was a Top Doctor who Touched People’s Hearts. Bless!

Todd retired from Top Doctoring in 1979. Not that his influence waned of course. Todd was present at celebrations relating to Top Doctoring in 1999.

Throughout his life, Robert Todd exerted influence in the Church of England, which we now know concealed organised abuse. As a Top Doctor, Todd will have known about that and he may well have been consulted as to what to do with those clergymen who had been caught molesting. That was very often how the Church dealt with abusers in the Church.

In 1941, Robert Todd became a reader in the Church of England in the Cathedral of St Martin in Leicester and was licensed to serve in the Parish Church of St Peter and St Paul, Syston. He had previously been appointed assistant organist at Syston Parish Church (in 1930) and at the age of only 15 Todd had became a Sunday school teacher.

While Todd was resident medical officer at Leicester Royal Infirmary, 1941-45, he continued to be reader at Syston and on Sunday afternoons he took services at various churches in the Leicester diocese, often two services each Sunday. Towards the end of 1946, when Todd began work at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Hackney, he became reader at St Olave’s Church, Woodbury Down, which was in the Finsbury Park area of London.

Finsbury Park is just down the road from Harringay which is yet another area with a history of the welfare services facilitating the exploitation and abuse of vulnerable people going back decades. By the time that Haringey Borough Council was making headlines as an example of all that was ridiculous in the 1980s, Dafydd’s gang in north Wales were working in partnership with them. See previous posts.

Todd’s reader ministry at Finsbury Park lasted for about 18 months before Top Doctoring took him to Liverpool. In 1948 Robert Todd became a reader at the Parish Church of St Mary, Wavertree, Liverpool. In 2001 Robert Todd celebrated his 60 years as a reader and at the beginning of 2002 he was appointed reader emeritus to ‘mark his long and distinguished ministry’ in this church. In September 2001, a week before Todd celebrated 60 years as a reader, he was interviewed on BBC Radio Merseyside for the religious affairs programme “United in Song” by Hazel Bradley.

When a medical student, Robert Todd was in much demand as a wedding organist. Throughout his life he played the organ in church and he gave organ recitals regularly in Merseyside.

Todd regularly attended the midweek evening concerts given by the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra at the Philharmonic Hall in Liverpool for 25 years. For several years Todd travelled to Sheffield to watch the later stages of the Snooker World Championships at the Crucible Theatre. He supported the football clubs of Aberdeen, Leicester City and Liverpool.

Todd ‘became a good friend of’ Calday Grange Grammar School on the Wirral and supported their hockey teams whenever they played against Liverpool College. He was a regular member of the audience at Calday Grange concerts and was the guest adjudicator of their annual house music competition in February 1999.

Todd enjoyed travelling abroad, particularly to visit his daughter, Rosemary, in Ibiza. He loved visiting Scotland, especially Pitlochry in Perthshire and Todd also enjoyed travelling throughout England, visiting friends at Padstow in Cornwall. Todd was friendly with and regularly visited Professor Conor Ward.

Conor Ward is an Irish paediatrician who is the son of another Top Doctor who was also an Irish politician and member of Dail Eireann. Conor Ward studied at University College Dublin where he was involved in Irish language activism. He became  auditor of ‘An Cumann Gaelach’ and Editor of ‘An Iodh Morainn’, the Irish language annual. Some of Dafydd’s network have links with people involved with Irish language activism eg. Meri Huws.

Following  graduation in 1947, Conor spent seven years working at Alder Hey. In 1956 he was appointed  Paediatrician and Paediatric cardiologist at the newly founded Our Lady’s Hospital for Sick Children in Crumlin, Dublin. In 1970 he was appointed Professor of Paediatrics at UCD. Ward was the first paediatric cardiologist in Ireland and one of the first internationally and he spearheaded the development of cardiology and cardiac surgery services for children in Ireland. Conor’s wife Pauline was an Angel and worked with Conor. Ward ‘championed’ care for children with Down’s syndrome and he received lifetime service awards from the Down’s Syndrome Associations in Ireland and the UK. Ward also worked on SIDS.

Todd was also a good friend of Barbara Miroy, who was a high profile figure in the All Women’s Hockey Association.

When Robert Todd married in 1945, the Bishop of Leicester performed the ceremony. Todd had three children and two grandchildren. His granddaughter Laura studied at Trinity Hall, Cambridge as had Todd and began her research career at Anglia Ruskin University, Cambridge. Todd’s other granddaughter Stephanie is a social worker, as were her parents.

Robert Todd died in May 2008, so he was another member of Dafydd’s Liverpool network who lasted until well after the Waterhouse Report. Furthermore Todd was a high profile figure in the Church. The Church colluded with Dafydd’s gang and Theresa May, the daughter of a vicar who has made much of her active membership of the Church of England, served as a Councillor for the Borough of Merton, 1986-94, when Dafydd’s associates at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital facilitated the trafficking ring in south London which was linked to the ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Merton was served by St George’s Hospital Medical School.

 

The biggest and best gwerin were of course to be found in the London Medical Schools and Dafydd knew many of them, partly because of his stint ‘training’ at the Maudsley in the early 1960s, but also because one the biggest trafficking rings linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire was the ring based in south London which was largely facilitated by the psychiatrists at St George’s Hospital Medical School. It was as much of a stronghold of organised abuse as the Maudsley was.

The beginning of the empire at St George’s was Desmond Curran. Desmond was the corrupt Top Doc to the stars. Norman Scott was sent into the caring embrace of Demond Curran in the 1960s after making those outrageous allegations about Jeremy Thorpe.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ tells us all about Desmond:

Desmond Curran was one of the most distinguished clinical psychiatrists of his generation, and many of his pupils were to fill eminent positions in clinical practice and teaching in this country, and in many other parts of the world.

That will be the problem, those who learnt at the knee of Des will be in positions across the globe in which they are wielding influence and ensuring that the gory truth about Des and what was really going on in his flagship Dept at St George’s never ever becomes public.

He was born in Devon, grew up near St Andrews and was educated at Wellington and Trinity College, Cambridge, before entering St George’s Hospital medical school. He chose psychiatry, regarded in those days as a lowly walk of life in medicine, and was appointed house physician at the Bethlem Hospital in 1928.

No matter how much gushing was done about Des in later life, when he and his colleagues were wielding enormous power because of their roles in the Westminster Paedophile Ring, we need to remember that psychiatry – which has never been a speciality attracting the brightest and best – when Des was young was what one did if one had blotted one’s copybook in a major way and was not going to be accepted in any other field. Psychiatry has been in such a bad way for so long that the few capable people who were interested in it nearly always changed their minds after a stint in psychiatry as a student or a junior doctor. I know why that was, it was because the whole field was dominated by abusive professionals and good Top Docs could make no impact and they walked away. Research carried out in the 1980s showed that virtually every medical student who had wanted to take up psychiatry changed their minds after doing their psychiatry placement. No-one dared publish the reason for this. But then the medical students in Cardiff were all telling each other not to, under any circumstances, take a job as a junior doctor in Bangor.

‘We didn’t know.’

It was because there was no nightlife in Bangor and ooh these whippersnappers want a certain lifestyle, I mean they’re young professionals!!!

Oh no it wasn’t. Never mind, the Welsh Gov’t will offer them more and more and more money to solve the Recruitment Crisis in north Wales! Golden handshakes, golden handcuffs, yet another expensive advertising campaign telling them how great it is being a Top Doc in north Wales. You will still find that

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When Desmond Curran worked at the Bethlem Hospital in 1928, conditions and practices were truly dreadful and at that time the Maudsley, the hospital linked to the Bethlem, was dominated by the Top Doctors such as Sir Aubrey Lewis who were viewed as the early pioneers in psychiatry and gosh were they mad and dangerous. Many of them were eugenicists and a few of them worked with some of the Top Doctors who later carried out human rights abuses in their role as Nazi Top Doctors. This should of course be viewed in the appropriate historical context, but my point is that some of the Maudsley crowd were considered mad and dangerous for their time, a la William Sargant, Dr Death’s old boss at Tommy’s (see post ‘Dr Death’). Previous posts eg. ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ and ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ provide an overview of some of their excesses. Because psychiatry was considered to be a dustbin for unemployable Top Docs – in many regions of the UK it is still viewed as such – Aubrey et al were isolated from other Top Doctors’ specialisms and they did exactly what they wanted to patients whom very few people were prepared to defend. Psychiatrists are fond of suggesting that their profession has been smeared by overblown horror stories of stereotypical mad doctors running amok, but I suggest that the situation was and still is far, far worse than has ever been admitted. Abuse of psychiatric patients is endemic, the law is routinely flouted and there is no effective protection for patients.

 

[Desmond] received powerful encouragement from Edward Mapother and, after a period in neurology at Maida Vale Hospital, he proceeded with a Rockefeller travelling fellowship to Johns Hopkins in Baltimore.

This is why when the going gets tough even the Obamas will give a helpful interview re the Miracles of Modern Medicine (see post ‘Right To Reply’).

He came under the influence of Adolf Meyer whose wide-spanning concept of psychiatry did a great deal to enrich and humanize the clinical practice of what had previously been a narrowly organic and descriptive speciality.

This is not true. Psychiatric patients remained on the receiving end of the most appalling brutality and neglect until the asylums closed down and after that they were left to become destitute or die in the community or of course go to prison for the most bizarre and ludicrous of reasons.

 

[Desmond Curran’s] leading disciples in Great Britain included Desmond Pond; Aubrey Lewis; R D Gillespie and D K Henderson.

Sir Desmond Arthur Pond (2 September 1919 – 29 June 1986) graduated from Clare College, Cambridge and then studied at UCL and at Duke University School of Medicine, North Carolina. Pond was Senior Lecturer at the Maudsley, 1948-52, then consultant psychiatrist at the Maudsley and UCL, 1952-66. In 1966 Pond was appointed the first Professor of Psychiatry at the London Hospital. He was a founder member of the Institute of Religion and Medicine in 1964. Pond served on the Neurosciences Board of the MRC, 1968-72 and was President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 1978-81.

Pond was a senior member of staff at the Maudsley when Dafydd ‘trained’ there at the knee of Dr Bob Hobson; Hobson was abusing patients. The activities of Hobson and his team were widely known and Pond spent his career protecting Hobson, Dafydd et al. Pond was knighted in 1981, which will have been at about the time (or soon after) that Mary Wynch began her legal action against Dafydd and the gang. Pond was further rewarded for his valiant defence of people traffickers when he was appointed Chief Scientist at the DHSS, a post he retained until his retirement in 1985, serving under Secretary of State Norman Fowler. My posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘The Old Devils’ describe how people who were known to be involved with the organised abuse of children and vulnerable people were systematically appointed to senior positions in the DHSS with responsibility for mental health. My post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’ describes exactly the same process at work with Gov’t advisory posts regarding children’s social work.

The London Hospital is located in the East End and facilitated abuse and by the late 1960s/70s it was linked to Dafydd’s gang. The Councils of the East End sent numerous kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales where there were complaints of serious abuse which were ignored. Desmond Pond had an ‘interest in the social psychodynamic and biological aspects of personality development, which he considered to be inextricably entwined’. As a result of this interest, at the London Hospital, Desmond Pond established a ‘mother and child unit’ which conducted ‘research for investigating the formative years’ and ‘became a community service station for the treatment, social support and guidance of problem children and their mothers in Tower Hamlets in the East End or London’. Which presumably included recommending that those ‘problem children’ should be sent on placement into the hands of John Allen and Dafydd in north Wales. Little wonder that when Mary Wynch went into battle, Desmond Pond was given a K and an advisory position in the DHSS.

Can anyone explain why everyone accepted a situation in which an ‘expert’ in the ‘social psychodynamic and biological aspects of personality development’ who was carrying out cutting edge research into ‘problem families and children’ was recommending that those problem children were placed in the care of the associates of a man whom he knew to have a history of sexually exploiting vulnerable people and continued to place the children with those people even after complaints of the most serious abuse were made? And why did Thatcher’s Gov’t think it appropriate to give the expert in personality development a K after someone began legal action against the man in receipt of the problem children and the following year appoint him as a Gov’t adviser, keeping him in that post until the legal action against his fellow ‘experts’ had been successful after clinical negligence was admitted?

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Pond served as a member of committees and ecclesiastical commissions which ‘explored problems that arose within marriage’ and from escalating rates of divorce. Problems arising from clergymen who were molesting children perhaps?

While helping Dafydd during his time as a DHSS adviser, Desmond Pond ‘succeeded in strengthening some bonds between the DHSS, the Medical Research Council and the Royal Colleges and in creating some new ones.’ So Desmond created yet more links between corrupt professional people.

Desmond Pond, who ensured that an enormous paedophile ring carried out their business unhindered, was married to another Top Doc, Helen, a consultant physician and they had three daughters. Two of the daughters ‘have proved to have outstanding musical talent and a third is a gifted zoologist’. How fortunate that Desmond’s own children’s social psychodynamic and biological personality development did not affect them in such a way that they were best served by living with a vicious criminal gang who beat and raped them and forced them to work as child prostitutes! Sir Martin Roth, another Top Doc who protected Dafydd, observed that these talented children of Pond’s had obviously inherited Desmond’s genes. Call me naive, but I suspect that the main reason why the three Pond girls turned out all wonderful is that Pond and his wife did not send them to live with Dafydd and John Allen. That was for the Problem Families of Tower Hamlets, as recommended by an Expert.

Pond died in Torquay, in 1986. Perhaps somebody ought to find out what was going on in Torquay when Pond was living there.

 

Another one of Desmond Curran’s leading disciples was the aforementioned Sir Aubrey Lewis of the Maudsley, who was famously very mad and very unpleasant.

Dr R.D. Gillespie, yet another leading disciple of Curran’s, trained as a Top Doc at Glasgow and then worked at the notorious Royal Mental Hospital in Glasgow. After a stint at John Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore, Gillespie returned to England and worked at the Cassel Hospital and then spent a period of time as a research student at Cambridge. After that, Gillespie was appointed as a Top Doctor and lecturer at Guy’s. During WW II, Gillespie worked as an RAF psychiatrist. His obituary in ‘The London Times’ stated that he considered that ‘his essential job was to get the air crews back at work when the mental strain threatened a breakdown’. Was Gillespie ever driven to a near breakdown himself with the stress of carrying out bombing missions? Er, no, because Gillespie was safely on the ground and his life was not at risk. Ever. But do you know, poor Gillespie suffered even more than those young men whom he forced back into the cockpit even when they could take no more. It was explained in his obituary that ‘the strain for him certainly undermined his health and illness troubled him’. Thank God Gillespie was a Top Doc, because had he been an Other Rank he could well have found himself accused of Malingering!!! Fortunately Top Doctors don’t Malinger, they are ‘troubled by illness’ for which sympathy is obligatory. Sadly although Gillespie was one of Desmond Curran’s leading disciples, the distinguished expertise of Curran et al were unable to prevent the eminent Gillespie dying at the age of 47. It must have been his genes.

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Professor D.K. ‘Dave’ Henderson was the fourth person who was considered to be a ‘leading disciple’ of Desmond Curran. Henderson co-authored with Gillespie, before Gillespie’s genes bit him on the bum. Henderson was born in Dumfries and in 1913 he was awarded a PhD by the University of Edinburgh for his thesis “Cerebral syphilis, a clinical analysis of twenty-six cases, seven with autopsy”. He co-published – with Gillespie –  A Textbook of Psychiatry (first edition 1927), which became internationally influential for several decades. A series of lectures that Dave Henderson gave in New York were published as Psychopathic States in 1939 and ‘ended up contributing to a narrowing of the public understanding of psychopathy as violently antisocial, though Henderson had described various different types, many of which were not violent or criminal’. Yes, there’ll be a Type for every occasion if someone needs discrediting. The Henderson Hospital, a specialist national unit in London set up to manage and treat ‘psychopathic’ personality disorder, was named after him.

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Dave Henderson was physician-superintendent in charge at the Gartnaval Royal Hospital in Glasgow, 1921-32. Henderson’s textbook on psychiatry has been described as the key to the ‘Glasgow approach’ to mental illness, and Henderson in turn credited the approach of Adolf Meyer with whom he had worked with in America. Henderson also studied for some months in Germany with a key founder of modern psychiatry, Emil Kraepelin, whom he admired but found lacking in sensitivity to patients. I can only wonder what Henderson must have witnessed when he worked with Kraepelin.

Henderson was President of the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh, 1949-51. He died on 20 April 1965 in Edinburgh.

Henderson taught Donald Ewan Cameron, who also worked at the Gartnavel Hospital. Cameron became President of the Canadian Psychiatric Association, American Psychiatric Association and World Psychiatric Association, but is mostly remembered for conducting harmful experiments on psychiatric patients as part of the MK Ultra project.

Henderson’s approach as expressed in his textbook ‘is also thought to have influenced R.D. Laing’. I presume that Henderson was one of those people who convinced Laing that there was something terribly wrong with psychiatry, because Laing always maintained that what he saw at Glasgow Medical School and at the Gartnaval Hospital was brutal and gross. Sadly Laing seems to have taken the Prof Fergus Lowe approach to a clean sweep. In the way that Fungus overthrew Dafydd in the Psychology Dept at UCNW but replaced Dafydd’s regime with his own which was equally as toxic and destructive, it is now very clear that R. D. Laing had feet of clay. While Laing attained the status of a guru and was feted by the world’s media, he abandoned seriously ill patients and had others banged up in the very hospitals of which he was so critical. Laing’s own daughter ended up in Gartnaval and it was said that he basically just let her rot in there although he knew how bad the conditions were.

Someone who knew both Laing and Dafydd told me that they were very similar people. They built up a media presence and promoted the notion that they were radical critics but it was all a cover for the abuse and exploitation of very vulnerable people. One of the Hergest Unit patients had worked with Laing when the patient had been a radical in London in the 1960s – I’m not sure that the staff of the Hergest ever knew this, it wasn’t as if most of them took any interest in their patients – and he told me that Laing treated patients very disrespectfully. This man said that there would be a queue of desperate people hanging around in the waiting area, all booked in to see Laing, some of them having travelled many miles and paid a lot of money for the privilege, all wondering where Laing was. They would then be given a message that Laing had been seen in the UK a few days previously so he ‘might’ be coming to see the patients. Everyone would hang around for hours, Laing would not show and there would be no apology or explanation. Which is exactly what happened at nearly every ‘clinic’ that Dafydd held, except of course for his ‘substance abuse’ clinics, where he would flog the prescriptions, or his ‘sex therapy’ clinics…

Having said that the Hergest staff might not have even realised that they had a patient in their midst who had been at the centre of Laing’s circle in the 60s, I wonder if someone somewhere did realise that this man had dirt on Laing? I noticed that this man was as neglected as any other Empowered Service User at the Hergest Unit and although he was quite seriously distressed he was herded into ridiculous inappropriate ‘group activities’ and ‘therapies’ which were so obviously ineffective, but he was far too polite to point this out. He was really well-read, had done a great many interesting things when he was younger and had known a lot of famous people but had just been dumped in Felinheli and was largely ignored. He also had a serious back problem which left him experiencing intractable pain and whenever he had sought advice for this in Gwynedd he was told to practice Mindfulness. Including by Tony Francis, who practised Mindfulness himself but took strong pain killers – opiates – as well and killed himself nonetheless.

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I wonder if it was no coincidence that the man who had observed wrongdoing in Counter-Cultural Places had washed up at the Hergest Unit at a time when the Empowered Service Users were dropping like flies? Particularly as I was told by a few people that at one point Dafydd et al at Denbigh (!) were styling themselves as Laingians…

Laing’s detractors used to maintain that Laing was getting through an awful lot of sexual relationships with female patients too.

Laing has been dead for a long time now and he lost interest in psychiatry a long while before he died, but a great many people would have had an interest in keeping that man whom I knew at the Hergest Unit quiet because of all the celebs and other Thinkers whom Laing hung out with whose reputations need to be upheld.  Laing’s old colleague Joe Burke continues to practice and is well-embedded within north London psychotherapy circles, all of whom know a great deal about some of those whom I have named on this blog.

I wondered if Laing had links with Bertrand Russell and the crowd at Croesor (see post ‘The Village’), who knew what Dafydd and the gang were doing. Many of them had doings with the Dartington crowd and Laing used to make guest appearances at Dartington Hall. Indeed I was going to try and get to one such event myself in the early 1980s, because when I was young I was quite attracted to that sort of thing, but Brown and I subsequently realised that many of those involved weren’t all that they were cracked up to be and that there was a great deal of fuckwittery involved. The Dartington website is currently emblazoned with a message telling us that ‘Dartington is not just a beautiful place to visit. It attracts people with big ideas who want to change the world’.

I won’t hold my breath, we’ve been here before.

Could the Artistic Director at Dartington please do something about Dafydd as well as Universal Credit while she changes the world? Diolch yn fawr.

 

To return to the daddy of them all at St George’s, Desmond Curran.

Desmond was too level-headed to espouse any teaching in doctrinaire fashion and, although influenced by Meyer, developed his own pragmatic style of clinical exploration and practice in psychiatry. He achieved the feat of being appointed as consultant to St George’s Hospital at the age of 31.

This was the beginning of something terrible.

With the outbreak of war in 1939 he joined the Royal Navy, and established within it a worldwide specialist service in psychiatry – becoming its youngest surgeon-captain.

During that time, Curran gained knowledge of the shenanigans of those in Very High Places including Lord Louis Mountbatten, as described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. It was concealing this which provided the powerbase for so many Top Docs as well as others, including politicians, who for the rest of their careers colluded with serious organised crime but were nonetheless considered untouchable. As a result, more than 40 years later, when I complained about a terminally ill lobotomist who was Of Them, some of the biggest names in psychiatry colluded to have me banged up for life, one of my best friends was murdered and there were attempts to murder Brown and his brother.

Sorry the Giants Of Psychiatry, but you’re fucking mad. Even Lord Louis wasn’t worth all this.

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At the end of the war he returned to St George’s and began work on what was to become the most important endeavour in the course of his long and distinguished career: the creation of the teaching hospital department of psychiatry at St George’s Hospital.

Which by the 1980s was nothing more than a vehicle to facilitate a pan-European trafficking ring and the associated network of serious organised crime.

He had attracted to his side a number of men of clinical maturity and insight, including ‘Bird’ Partridge and Paul, later Sir Paul, Mallinson.

I will return to these men later in this post.

Desmond’s exceptional clinical skills were the product of discriminating observation, an abundance of tolerance and compassion

Top Doctors excel in ‘discriminating observation’. It is what allows them to carefully note that their patients were involved in benign school pupil pranks at the age of 17 which indicated that they were serious criminals in the making, while ignoring the fact that gangsters who are friendly with their Top Doc colleagues are trying to murder their closest friends. Furthermore, the only tolerance and compassion existing was that extended to Top Doctors who should never have been allowed to practice.

and an understanding of human personality progressively enriched over years of painstaking first hand study of patients.

Thus Desmond became an Expert who’s conclusions could not be questioned by mortal souls, only by other Top Doctors. Who, Surprise Surprise, would always find themselves in agreement with Desmond when faced with a patient who was in possession of evidence that Well-Respected Men (or women) were doing things that they should not have been doing.

The force of his example in practice was emulated by his colleagues and students, and St George’s became pre-eminent among the medical schools for its department of psychiatry. Its national and international renown increased steadily during the three decades in which Desmond served it.

Well fancy that. One can only wonder how, in the 1990s, after all those decades with Dessie and his Eminent Colleagues at the helm, that the most damning comments were made at a Public Inquiry about Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s where Dessie’s colleagues housed their patients and carried out their global-leading ways. The Inquiry was held in the wake of a series of incidents at Springfield in which patients had murdered staff as well as each other and a number of sexual assaults on patients. Comments were made by the Chairman of the Inquiry that Springfield was in such a bad way that it was irretrievable and should be closed. At about the same time, a newly appointed Director of Nursing at St George’s/Springfield resigned after a very short time, telling people that the situation at St George’s was so serious that she could not ‘turn it around’.

I had been a member of staff at St George’s and a patient at Springfield (see previous posts) not long before that Public Inquiry took place. From what I saw, I could only conclude that the towering reputation of St George’s and Springfield was predicated on bare-faced lies being told by a great many people and even more people feeling completely unable to say ‘this is nonsense, have you seen what is actually going on here?’

His textbook Psychological Medicine, 1943, was written in collaboration with Erich Guttmann, one of the small group of eminent psychiatrists who sought refuge in this country from persecution in Nazi Germany. 

It is an irony that many who fled Nazi persecution who were Top Doctors or became Top Doctors, were involved with the gross abuse of patients.

Strange but true

Including Sir William Asscher (who was really called Sir Adolph Asscher), who, after many happy years concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in Wales, relocated to St George’s where he subsequently spent many enjoyable years concealing the serious criminality in London which was linked to Dafydd’s gang. Sir Adolph was called on to become Dean of St George’s after Ollie Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, was jailed for the possession of child porn in Dec 1986 and the person who had been running St George’s was deposed to show everyone that Lessons Had Been Learned. Ollie’s mates, who were up to their eye-balls in it with him, remained at St George’s and enjoyed full protection from Adolph. See previous posts. Top Docs were not the only professional group who exhibited this phenomenon, a great many lawyers who maxed out on their roles in fighting the Nazis or who even took part in the Nuremberg trials colluded with the organised abuse of which Curran, Dafydd et al were part, including that proud son of Wales, Lord Elwyn-Jones (see post ‘Lest We Forget’).

Strange but true

[Curran and Guttman’s textbook] was to appear in numerous editions, including one with Maurice Partridge in 1955; recent ones having been edited by Curran’s pupil, Peter Storey.

I’ll be coming on to Partridge and Storey soon.

In 1961 Desmond was appointed the first professor of psychiatry at St George’s Hospital. He developed a many sided academic department, including a large unit devoted to psychotherapy, the latter notwithstanding his reservations about psychoanalysis.

The Top Docs all ‘had their reservations’ about the whole field because they knew that much of it was nonsense. Nonetheless they developed their expertise in the field because tying everyone up in knots using discredited theory from the psy disciplines is the only thing that is going to save anyone’s bacon in situations such as when a member of staff at St George’s has been terrorised and then arrested on trumped-up but very serious charges by Dafydd and his colleagues and Dafydd admits that he wants to get his leg over her and his other patients. The sky’s the limit for wacky theorising in the event of the St George’s crew realising that some of their friends are mates with Dafydd et al and are not going to be able to get themselves out of trouble if anyone says anything like ‘there needs to be a major criminal investigation into this’.

So I take my hat off to Dr Alice Levinson who excelled when she wrote her final report about me in 1991, in which she admitted that I showed no signs of psychosis at all, that I was suicidal as a result of what Dafydd et al had been doing to me, that I would be offered no care and discharged immediately but would be referred to the forensic team ‘for containment’ because it was agreed by everyone that I was Very Dangerous. The forensic team told me to move back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor and He Knew Me. See previous posts.

As everyone at St George’s and Springfield had agreed with Dafydd that I was Very Dangerous and planning to murder him, I can only assume that Alice et al were secret agents who wanted me to kill the old bastard and give everyone a break. Sorry that I let you down on that one Alice.

 

Few senior psychiatrists burdened with manifold duties could have devoted themselves with such unswerving determination and energy to the professional advancement of those of his juniors whose clinical or scientific ability had earned his respect.

Now there’s an admission. Des trained up a load of criminal junior Top Docs who had toadied to him and could be forever relied upon to keep the lid on the barrel of crap and then Des made damn sure that they rose to the very top of the medical establishment themselves… And, as Nicholas Parsons always stresses on ‘Just a Minute’, ‘not just in this country but Around The World!!!’

 

His clinical eminence, and the publications he devoted to the classification of personality disorders, sexual deviation and antisocial and violent conduct, generated wide demand for his services.

Paedophiles In Distress, Paedophiles In Distress, an urgent referral to Des is required. No wonder that Norman Scott ended up in the hands of Des after his unpleasant experiences with Jeremy. The Jeremy who boasted of having had sex with both Ma’am Darling and her husband, Lord Snowdon.

I can’t believe that I’m in the same category as Norman Scott, I and my friends were wowed by the Thorpe trial in 1979. I’m from Somerset and then I went to live in Bethesda and now I’m up with the nobs as the expression in Somerset always was. As would be said in Bethesda, Jesus Christ. I can only hope that this blog has delivered a crippling boot to their collective groins. Have this one on me Norman, Thorpe should have been inside, as the whole of the West Country agreed at the time, in spite of all the bollocks printed in the Torygraph about how no-one believed you. Oh yes they did.

 

He was a member of the Franklin Committee on punishment in prisons and borstals, the Wolfenden Commission on homosexuality, and he became adviser in psychiatry both to the Foreign Office and the Home Office.

Put this crooked lying bastard in every position possible where he can do real damage.

‘There is no evidence that there was a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire which was concealed at a high level’.

Brown always told me that Dafydd would have been in possession of a Home Office licence to be flogging all those prescriptions for Class A drugs and that a great many careers and indeed the whole Home Office would be dependent upon concealing Dafydd’s activities. For years I thought that Dafydd was the only madman whom the Home Office had foolishly embraced, but no, they actively selected for madmen and they did it for decades, it wasn’t just a case of one bad appointment..

 

He was president of the psychiatric section of the Royal Society of Medicine from 1951-52, and of the Royal Medico-Psychological Association in 1963-64. Although Desmond did not originally favour the secession of psychiatrists from the Royal College of Physicians, he gave the new Royal College his full support once it received its Royal Charter in 1971. Many of its officers have reason to be grateful for his sagacious advice and support, and the exercise of his wide influence on its behalf during the early formative years.

I get the picture. Dafydd’s been found in the women’s dorm at 2 am again and someone won’t shut up about it, can you ask Des to help out?

Desmond Curran was a man who knew his own mind; integrity, personal simplicity, sharp wit, keen sense of humour and unfailing kindness rounded a personality of rare distinction.

In no way was he a sadistic, crazed offender with links to serious organised crime. He was only ever a Nice Young Doctor.

It explained, in part, the undivided loyalty and affection he inspired in his many pupils.

One doesn’t argue with a Mafia boss. Neither does one ever leave the Mafia.

The clinical excellence of those who trained under him, the scientific distinction of many, and the fine thriving department he created at St George’s commanded respect for the subject he professed, as well as for himself,

This can only be an obituary published by the Royal College of Physicians…

among many colleagues in many disciplines, and enabled him to leave a lasting imprint upon the psychiatry and medicine of his time both in his own country and wider afield.

To quote Roobarb and Custard, ‘they stood back – and gawped at the mess’.

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He married Marguerite Claire Gothard in 1938. She survived him, with their two sons.

Oh God. Desmond Curran bred. There’s descendants out there who will be flying the flag…

In March 2015, Professor Andrew Curran was appointed as Chief Scientific Adviser and Director of Research at the UK’s Health and Safety Executive. Whether Andrew Curran is a relation I do not know but it would be worth someone finding out. Andrew’s career highlights include his time as Deputy Chief Executive at the Health and Safety Laboratory and as Scientific Chairman of PEROSH (Partnership for European Research in Occupational Safety and Health).

Des died in 1985, so he was around for long enough to give Dafydd et al a helping hand in concealing serious crime after Mary Wynch and Alison Taylor raised the alarm and Des might just have heard that I had joined in the racket in his final days as well. Des was very much with us in 1979 when Jeremy Thorpe stood trial for incitement to murder and Norman was roundly insulted by the Presiding Judge, Sir Joseph Cantley, during the summing up. Des will have known that Norman was being hung out to dry by a corrupt old judge and that the trial had been very carefully rigged. It was admitted by Thorpe that one reason why his bent barrister George Carman QC was able to prevent some highly incriminating material from making an appearance at the trial was that it would have caused embarrassment to the Royal Family. Cherie Booth worked in George Carman’s chambers until 1988 and Miranda was a junior barrister under Carman.

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In 1976, Charles had been appointed Chancellor of UCNW (in fact Chancellor of the whole of the University of Wales, that was at the time made up of a number of colleges, including UCNW at Bangor), which was facilitating a branch of the same sex abuse ring that Desmond and his colleagues at St George’s were concealing/had concealed for years.

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In October 1975, Andrew Newton, who claimed that he had been paid to kill Norman Scott, made a bungled attempt to shoot Scott that resulted in the killing of the Norman’s dog Rinka. Newton was arrested on charges of possession of a firearm with intent to endanger life, yet the press remained muted, possibly awaiting the bigger story that they hoped would break. Their reticence ended in January 1976 when Scott, in Court on a minor social security fraud charge, claimed he was being hounded because of his previous sexual relationship with Thorpe. This statement, made in court and thus protected from the libel laws, was widely reported.

On 16 March 1976 Newton’s trial began at Exeter Crown Court, where Scott repeated his allegations against Thorpe despite the efforts of the prosecution’s lawyers to silence him. Newton was found guilty and sentenced to two years’ imprisonment, but did not incriminate Thorpe. The erosion of public support for the Liberal Party continued, which their former Leader Jo Grimond attributed to increasing lack of confidence in Thorpe. On 14 March, The Sunday Times printed Thorpe’s answer to Scott’s various allegations, under the heading “The Lies of Norman Scott”. Harold Evans was Editor of ‘The Sunday Times’ when that article was published.

Scott was threatening to publish personal letters from Thorpe who, to forestall him, arranged for the Sunday Times to print two letters from 1961. Although these did not conclusively indicate wrongdoing, their tone indicated that Thorpe had not been frank about the true nature of his friendship with Scott. On 10 May 1976, amid rising criticism, Thorpe resigned the Party leadership, “convinced that a fixed determination to destroy the Leader could itself result in the destruction of the Party”.

David Steel succeeded Thorpe as Leader of the Liberal Party.

My God, no wonder the distress flares were going up at UCNW. In 1976 Carlo was appointed Chancellor in favour of Dai Francis, the father of Dr Hywel Francis, Labour MP for Aberavon, 2001-15. Hywel Francis has remained on excellent terms with the paedophiles’ friends and Top Docs throughout his entire life despite boasting of his dad Dai’s Communist past and leadership of the South Wales NUM throughout the years of industrial unrest in the 1970s. Like his dad, Hywel was a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain. So Hywel and Dai knew all those other members of the CP of GB who knew about George Thomas, Dafydd’s gang etc, including those English radicals/intellectuals who spent their summers in Llanfrothen/Croesor and had the best gen of all re Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist, including the gen on Bertrand Russell. See previous posts, including ‘The Village’.

In 1974 Dai became the first Chairman of the Wales TUC. So although Dai gained much kudos from being a miners’ leader when the miners did battle with Ted Heath and brought him down, Dai’s role as Chairman of the Wales TUC will have given him the most powerful muscle of all – his knowledge of what the NHS/social care trade unions were concealing. Dafydd and the associated gangs…

Dai also knew that the beginnings of the NHS were rather more sordid than we are told, because he was involved with the miners’ welfare associations before the NHS came into being. Dai will have known about Nye and Jennie buying off the Top Docs while Nye and Jennie shopped at Harrods. They didn’t hang around south Wales for long.

For the full gen on Dai and Hywel see previous posts eg. ‘Don’t Mess With Daddy’ and ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’

Hywel Francis was succeeded as MP for Aberavon by the Windbag’s son Stephen, who, having spent nearly all of his life outside of Wales, many of his adult years outside of the UK and had managed to marry the PM of Denmark, returned to south Wales where his true heart lay, straight into a safe Labour seat. See previous posts.

All part of one big happy classless Gwerin! Bechod!

On 5 April 1976 Jim Callaghan became PM and governed by courtesy of the 1977 Lib-Lab Pact. While everyone kept quiet about Cyril Smith, what with Jeremy Thorpe being more than enough to deal with. Jim’s wife Audrey Callaghan colluded with the abuse of children when she was a member of the London County Council and for the many years that she sat on the governing body of Great Ormond Street Hospital (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’).

Callaghan had been a big pal of Glenys Kinnock’s parents via their friendship with Lord Cledwyn, the Labour MP for Anglesey, 1951-79 and it was Callaghan who gave a boost to the Windbag’s early political career. The Windbag had known Dr Tony Francis when they had been at Cardiff University. Lord Cledwyn served as President of UCNW/Bangor University, 1995-2000, throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry…
When Dafydd and the gang went after Mary Wynch, Sunny Jim was PM. Every Gov’t Minister successively threw Mary to the wolves until Home Secretary Michael Howard finally destroyed her some 15 years later, although it was admitted that Mary had demonstrated that her allegations re a corrupt ring of solicitors in north Wales and associated wrongdoing on the part of Dafydd and other Top Doctors were true. See previous posts.

 

George Thomas was appointed Speaker of the House on 3 Feb 1976, the month before Andrew Newton appeared in Court after trying to shoot Norman. George Thomas was a child molester and this had been widely known in Parliament and in south Wales for years. George Thomas’s close friend was Leo Abse, a bent lawyer who served as Labour MP for Pontypool and then Torfaen, 1958-87 and Abse bribed and threatened victims of and witnesses to Thomas’s offences for years to protect Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Abse was succeeded as Labour MP for Torfaen by Paul Murphy, who when he was Secretary of State for Wales took receipt of the Waterhouse Report and declared that he was delighted to have been reassured by Ronnie Waterhouse after an exhaustive and extensive Inquiry that there had been no paedophile ring in operation in north Wales involving VIPS, there was just a few local dirty old men. Paul Murphy is a Roman Catholic who is a Bachelor and has not been blessed with children.

Leo Abse came from a legal and medical/psychoanalytical family. His brother Dannie Abse was a well-known poet and Top Doctor. There was another brother Wilfred, who was a psychiatrist. Dannie and Wilfred both trained at Westminster Hospital and Dannie at least studied at Cardiff University first. Dannie also studied at King’s College, London.

Dannie Abse was taught by George Thomas when Dannie attended Marlborough Road Elementary School. Dannie Abse mentions in his autobiography that George Thomas very obviously favoured boys from Jewish backgrounds – the Abses were a Jewish family – although Dannie Abse claims not to know why this was. Just to add to Dannie Abse’s cultural mix, after he attended Marlborough Road Elementary School, he went to St Illtyd’s College in Splott, Cardiff, which is a Catholic School. So Dannie Abse, by the time he was Top Doctoring as an adult, will have known about organised abuse in the Methodist, Jewish and Catholic communities in south Wales and elsewhere.

Paul Flynn, who has been the Labour MP for Newport West since 1987, also went to St Illtyd’s. Flynn stood for election as the Labour candidate for Denbigh in the 1970s and in the 1990s he used to appear on Vincent Kane’s TV programmes arguing with Dafydd with regard to Dafydd maintaining that the youth of Wales were suffering from reefer madness. Yet Flynn has never uttered a word about Dafydd’s vast crime network although he does know about it. See previous posts.

 

When I was involved with work on the sociology of religion when I was working at Bangor, I too found links between Methodists – George Thomas was one of the UK’s leading Methodists – and the Jewish community. I attributed this to both groups having a lot in common in terms of their socio-cultural values and aspirations and I later found out that the Jewish community in the north west of England actively recruited school teachers from north Wales because of the Nonconformity which dominated north Wales politically and culturally.

I cannot believe that there is anything about Methodism or Jewishness that promotes organised abuse, but close links between the two religious groups would provide a very big umbrella for abusers within the network. Nonconformists formed a regional elite in north Wales and they occupied most of the professional positions; as well as being Ministers of religion, they were the teachers, the doctors, the politicians, the lawyers, the scholars and for a long while they controlled the press. Nonconformists in north Wales were usually Liberals. There were Jewish communities in north Wales and some members were influential people, but there was a much bigger and more powerful Jewish community in south Wales, of which the Abses were a part. Their roots were often in poverty, but they gravitated to the professions, particularly law and medicine. There were of course many more and much bigger Jewish communities in England, again containing many people who worked in law and medicine, as well as in the financial services and politics. There was much anti-semitic comment regarding Margaret Thatcher’s first Cabinets, because of the number of Jewish Ministers. (Thatcher was brought up as a Methodist and it was this that formed the basis of her good friendship with George Thomas.) The vast network of Jewish and Methodist professional people could have been very effectively used to protect abusers and I very much suspect that it was. How many of those within the network understood the full extent of what had developed I do not know.

I am wondering whether that network holds the clue to something that I’ve been puzzling over for months now, which involved Sir Martin Roth, another one of Dafydd’s umbrellas. When the Royal College of Psychiatrists was established in 1971, there was much opposition by other Top Doctors who viewed psychiatrists as a laughing stock and not being deserving of a Royal College all of their own. However, Roth and a few others including Curran and co who were concealing organised abuse in High Places bulldozed ahead with a Royal College and got one. Then Martin Roth wanted a really grand building in which to house his Royal College, although the newly created Royal College had absolutely no money at all. Martin Roth however was able to acquire a building for his Royal College that even other Top Doctors envied; Roth bagged the palatial 17 Belgrave Square. Roth was only able to acquire 17 Belgrave Square because Marks & Spencer had given the Royal College a substantial unsecured loan on very favourable terms, a deal which Roth somehow thrashed out single-handedly with M&S. I have not been able to find out why M&S were so generous to Roth and the Royal College of Psychiatrists, although in subsequent years the Royal College moved out of the building which everyone knew that they could not afford and was feared would bankrupt the Royal College. I note that the widow of the late Chairman of M&S has been involved in initiatives of the paedophiles’ friends. M&S were famously a Jewish company. I can only imagine that Roth called in a few favours. Which M&S might well have subsequently done as well after handing over all that dosh. See posts ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’.

In the 1980s and 90s, I was told by lawyers in Bangor that there was no M&S in Bangor because local big wigs had got together and ‘wouldn’t let them in’. The lawyers obviously knew why this was but they wouldn’t tell me. I was told that M&S were banging on the door of Bangor as hard as they could, but the Councillors Who Said Ni would not entertain the notion of an M&S in Bangor, although there was one in Llandudno. I’m fairly sure that this ban on M&S will be tied up with Dafydd’s gang in some way, because everything was, but I have yet to find out how. One would have thought that Dafydd and the paedophiles would have ensured that M&S was the only place where one could shop… Or was there a fear that if M&S arrived, the rather hopeless little shops in Bangor would die a death???

In the 1980s and 90s, Bangor was OK for hippyish clothes and jeans and jumpers, but for the sort of ‘Daily Mail’ reader who in those days favoured M&S, it was a desert. For Ladieswear, there was really only ‘Megan of Bangor’, near the Cathedral, which was the butt of many a joke. ‘Megan of Bangor’ sold really, really naff clothes but at top prices. I theorised with Brown that ‘Megan of Bangor’ had purchased the clothes from suppliers of crimplenes and nylons but were flogging them at high prices pretending that they were of superior quality. One day Brown and I were sitting on the bench outside of the Cathedral and some elderly tourists walked past and one of them looked in the window of ‘Megan of Bangor’ and said ‘oooh look at those prices, you can get those in the market at home for half the price’.

In my first year at UCNW, some of the other girls in our hall went out and purchased a truly vomit-worthy dress, I think from ‘Megan of Bangor’ and one of them put it on and she was photographed wearing the dress and the photos were posted up in the kitchen under the title of ‘M&S Lady Of The Year’.

‘Megan of Bangor’ closed down in the early 1990s, but the premises continued the fine tradition of selling crap disguised as something special. It was replaced by a shop called ‘Saks’ that sold kitchenware and ‘Saks’ tempted people in by putting nice stuff in the window. Once inside ‘Saks’ however, rip-offs could be spotted. For example, ‘Saks’ were trying to flog, at high prices, those tartan blankets for inside of cars, which at the time were going free with petrol purchases. I went in there with Patient F and we just pissed ourselves laughing at this scam. We were frozen out of the shop, but our mirth had obviously touched a nerve, because when we next went past, a handwritten notice had appeared on top of the rugs saying ‘Real Wool. You don’t get this quality with petrol coupons’. Which just made us laugh even more. Over the following weeks, all the items in the window of ‘Saks’ were decorated with similarly snooty labels, explaining to the customers that it wasn’t really rubbish, it was worth paying through the nose for.

There was another Ladieswear shop nearby in Menai Bridge that was owned by the wife of one of the lecturers in the School of Plant Biology, the lecturer known as The Most Boring Lecturer On Earth. He ‘did’ mosses and bryophytes and one of my mates did her final year project with him and I asked ‘oh God how can you bear it?’, but she said that he was actually very nice, but he really hated lecturing which is why he read his lecture notes out in a monotone without looking at the audience. Like everyone else, The Most Boring Lecturer On Earth will have known about his colleagues facilitating a paedophile ring. He had contacts at Oxford, one of whom then gave my friend a place to do her PhD there.

This is weird, because I bumped into this Bangor grad when I was out walking in Bethesda in the early 1990s, after I had been hounded out of St George’s and had returned to Bethesda. She came back to my place in Rachub and we exchanged Horrific Experiences. I told her about St George’s and she told me that after she’d finished her PhD, she got a job in Oxford and was very badly bullied, so much so that she developed clinical depression and was forced of her job. It all sounded very familiar. She subsequently became very ill and told me that as far as she could see, she was being left to kill herself by the mental health services in Oxford, she said they really were negligent. She never had any problems when she was a student at Bangor, but she did know how I and others had been (mis)treated. Furthermore, she originally came from Bristol, which is where Dr D.G.E. Wood’s family ruled over the medical services. I wonder – did those we know and love realise that this was another student who knew that not all was as it should be and who was gunned down in the Massacre of 1991, when so many of us Who Knew were stuffed over?

One person whom this Bangor grad did know was the student in the Dept of Plant Biology who became engaged to a Muslim girl who’s family had lined her up for an arranged marriage and who threatened to kill him. This was common knowledge, they went into hiding as soon as they graduated, but just like when I told Wood and Adrian Bell that someone was threatening to kill Brown, their plight was simply ignored…

The Ladieswear shop that wife of the The Most Boring Lecturer On Earth owned in Menai Bridge sold even fewer clothes than ‘Megan Of Bangor’, in fact it sold so few clothes that the wife of the Most Boring Lecturer On Earth covered the windows in that yellow cellophane stuff that prevents clothes going off when they’ve been in the window for years. But at least the Most Boring Man On Earth and his wife weren’t receiving murder threats. Or I presume that they weren’t.

Another shop that provided much entertainment a few years later was a shop in Bethesda owned by a lady known as Mrs Racist, because she was rather, er, racist. After Diana was killed in the tunnel, Mrs Racist filled the shop with naff but very expensive Di memorabilia. One of my friends from the Hergest Unit – someone else who had been targeted by Dafydd and the gang – invited me to go to the shop to marvel at the overpriced Di mementos. F and I knew that Mrs Racist was a racist but I didn’t think to warn my friend, so we all went to Bethesda to take the piss out of Mrs Racist’s stock. My friend’s brother was getting married in South Africa, so the story that she span to Mrs Racist was that she was looking for a present for her brother’s bride. Mrs Racist’s ears pricked up when my friend said that she was going to South Africa for the wedding and that her brother was marrying a South African girl. Mrs Racist looked at my friend and said ‘White? White? Is she white?’ So my friend said ‘no she’s black actually’ and I thought ooh I should have given an advanced warning… Mrs Racist’s expression fell and she then conducted an interrogation of my friend regarding as to who was going to the wedding, which simply consisted of repeatedly asking ‘White? White?’ As there were far too many guests going who were dangerously black, we were pushed out of the shop.

Mrs Racist probably thinks that I don’t know this, but her husband was an electrician who was involved in a building scam with local builders and building societies. Corrupt surveyors would be commissioned by building societies in Gwynedd to compile reports stating that work needed doing on houses for which people had put in offers. If the purchasers didn’t agree to have the work done, the building society would not lend the money for the purchase. Everyone knew that the surveyors reports were coming back saying that all the houses needed a damp proofing course even when they didn’t and usually a demand was made that the house should be rewired. I caught them red-handed, a twat arrived at a house that I knew had been damp-proofed and said ‘it needs a damp proof course..’ No-one offered an explanation when I provided evidence that it had already been damp-proofed.

So perhaps Mrs Racist aka the wife of the man who owned Dob Electrical in Tregarth could tell us all what was going on. If Mrs Racist and Dob are no longer with us, then their son can fill us in, because he was the one who sat in my house drinking a paned for TWO HOURS before he even lifted a finger – the idea, Dob junior, is that you drink the paned while you work – and while supposedly rewiring my intended house which did not need rewiring, did a really, really bad job, left wires sticking out of walls and did not bother to finish the plastering. Nevertheless, I was charged thousands so that Dob senior, Dad, could sign on the dotted line as required by the building society to ensure that the dosh would be released.

The building societies in Bangor participated in the scams and included National & Provincial.

We knew what was going on scumbags, but you had the whole of Gwynedd rigged…

Particularly Bethesda. Corrupt police officers, corrupt builders, open drug dealing in the Royal Oak in Rachub – by the one favouritised client of Slob Ingham the CPN from the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – was ignored, class A drugs as well, not just a bit of mari-jew-ana – attempts to set fire to houses of those who had crossed the path of the gang…

Dafydd grew up in Bethesda.

 

In terms of rigging in High Places, Jeremy Thorpe’s family were friends with David Lloyd George’s family. Ronnie Waterhouse also came from a well-known Liberal family in north Wales and Waterhouse’s dad was friends with the Lloyd Georges. The Lloyd Georges were of course a family of lawyers. The Deputy Principal of the Normal College in Bangor knew Lady Megan Lord George; the Deputy Principal also knew Dafydd. The Normal College trained and employed a great many people who colluded with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. There was only the occasional Normal College alumnus who was actually caught and convicted and I don’t believe that the place routinely produced child molesters, but the problem was that most of them knew at least some of what was going on and turned a blind eye, which led to enormous problems with an operation like Dafydd’s at work in the region.

The man who wrote a pack of lies for the Royal College about the world’s greatest Nice Young Doctor, Desmond Curran, was Sir Martin Roth.

 The grave of Sir Martin Roth in Cambridge City Cemetary. 

 

Sir Martin Roth (6 November 1917-26 September 2006) was Professor of Psychiatry, University of Cambridge, 1977–85, then Professor Emeritus and was a Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge from 1977. He was one of the pioneers in developing psychogeriatrics as a sub-specialty. Roth was also a Trustee of the Schizophrenia Research Fund, a charity founded by Miriam Rothschild. Not only did Martin Roth know about Dafydd and the gang, but there was a big network of people in the Cambridge area with links to Dafydd, including Jonathan King, Baroness Jean Trumpington and Tuppence and his fragrant wife Lady Mary Archer. Roth lived for years after the publication of the Waterhouse Report to keep the lid nailed down. See previous posts for info on these people and Roth.

Carlo went to Trinity College, Cambridge, where Rab Butler was appointed as his special counsellor. Rab knew Trumpers and the rest of the network… See previous posts.

 

Among the many things omitted from the account of Curran’s life provided by Martin Roth was Curran’s involvement in some extraordinary matters in the late 1930s, of which I found details in some very interesting letters written by Curran from his Wimpole Street address that are  stored in the Wellcome Library in the Eugenics Society Archive. One letter, dated 8 May 1939, concerns a patient who is engaged who wishes her fiance to undergo sterilisation because she does not consider him suitable to breed as a result of some of his relatives having conditions such as epilepsy or ‘psychosis’. She is requesting Curran’s help – whether her fiancé actually knows that she has approached Curran regarding this matter is unclear, it is simply mentioned that the young man is currently in South Africa. It is not impossible that the young man himself knows nothing of this plan, because Curran is involved in some almost unbelievable plans with certain patients.

Another letter from Curran is dated 11 March 1938 and is addressed to a Dr C.P. Blacker at 28 Weymouth Street. It concerns a patient whom Curran describes as ‘a Jewess’ who is caring for ‘an elderly whining Jewish mother’. The patient is married to a man who is unfaithful and who contracted gonorrhoea. Curran writes that the gonorrhoea has been treated but ‘his seed is not active’. Curran explains to Dr Blacker that Elliot Slater had suggested ‘artificial impregnation’. Curran writes ‘if the King was not willing to provide active seed, she could possibly get some from a distinguished scientist or author or whatever quality she wanted’.

Yes, Curran seems to believe that there is a possibility that the KING might be willing to donate sperm to a well-to-do patient of Curran’s whom he seems to be helping acquire elite sperm. Before I receive e mails demanding that I be thrown into the Tower for making this up, go online to the Wellcome Library, go to the archives of the Eugenics Society and see those letters for yourselves – there are photographs of them. It is there in black and white, there is no doubt about what is written, it is crystal clear – Curran was going to approach the King to see if he would be willing to donate sperm. That would have been George VI, the present Queen’s father. This really puts Charles, Diana and Camilla into perspective…

Did the King offer this sort of service regularly? It couldn’t have been completely unthinkable or Eliot Slater would never have suggested it.

For further details of the plans that Desmond Curran and others had for the King’s sperm, see post ‘The Case Of The King’s Sperm’, which I wrote some time ago before I realised quite what an enormous crazy bizarre mess the Top Doctors had created.

 

One of Curran’s closest colleagues at St George’s was Maurice Partridge. Now let’s see what the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows Online’ says about Maurice Aubrey Partridge.

Maurice Partridge was educated at Shrewsbury School

Sir Charles Evans went to Shrewsbury School, although he was a bit younger than Partridge. However Top Docs do love alumni networks.

and Balliol College, Oxford.

Ted Heath studied at Balliol and under Ted Heath’s Gov’t, Dafydd and the gang expanded their business unimpeded. Heath was PM when Barbara Kahan, a senior social worker who had colluded with child abuse in the Oxford area, along with her husband the child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan, was appointed a Gov’t adviser on children in care (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

He did his clinical studies at Guy’s, for which he retained much affection and where he lived in bachelor rooms in the Warden’s House for many years, although a consultant at St George’s.

So Partridge had a foot planted firmly in both camps, Guy’s and St George’s and was a Bachelor as well. Ted Heath was a Bachelor who was not blessed with children. Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Owen trained at Guy’s.

After Guy’s he trained at the Phipps Clinic (Johns Hopkins) where, like many British psychiatrists of that generation, he was deeply influenced by the psychobiological approach of Adolf Meyer. Following service in the RNVR during the war, where he rose to the rank of surgeon lieutenant commander

Here we go again, Hello Sailor and of course Hello First Lord of the Admiralty Lord Louis Mountbatten…

he spent a short time at St Andrew’s Hospital, Northampton,

St Andrew’s was an asylum with a terrible reputation. St Andrews featured in the media in 1986 when the Evil Jeremy Bamber was convicted and imprisoned for shooting and killing his sister and her two children. Bamber has always denied the murders. Sheila was the former model known as Bambi who had been a patient at St Andrew’s. Top Doctors from St Andrew’s gave evidence for the prosecution at Bamber’s trial although it later became clear that they did not have as much knowledge of Sheila as they claimed, having quite seriously neglected her. Jeremy Bamber is someone else whom many believe has been the subject of a serious miscarriage of justice (see post ‘Family Annilihation’) but was convicted of a crime so ‘Orrible that he was convicted and imprisoned amidst a tidal wave of emotion and tabloid headlines involving Murder, Sex, Models, Insanity, Evil Sons Who Stood To Inherit Millions, Children and Top Doctors Who Cared and Could See Into People’s Hearts.

In recent years St Andrew’s has served as a privately owned hospital taking state-funded patients who are adults with learning difficulties, who have often been removed from the care of their families by Top Docs and social workers against the wishes of them and their families. There has been scandal after scandal at St Andrew’s, with allegations made of brutality towards learning disabled patients and at least one man died after Angels ‘restrained’ him, or more accurately ‘choked him to death’.

before his appointment to St George’s Hospital, where he was one of a triumvirate with Desmond Curran and Sir Paul Mallinson. These men made St George’s pre-eminent in psychiatry in the post war years; with a well developed department of psychiatry within a teaching hospital at a time when similar hospitals were in a string-and-sealing-wax stage.

Whereas St George’s was a well-oiled machine for concealing Naughtiness in High Places.

Maurice was only involved in one major research project,

But he became Eminent nonetheless

a follow-up of 300 patients after prefrontal leucotomy, but that was splendidly carried out and led to an influential publication, Pre-frontal leucotomy, Springfield,Ill.,Thomas, 1950, the only one of its kind at that time.

I haven’t read this contribution to medical science yet, but I am wondering whether any of Gwynne the lobotomist’s victims were among the 300 followed up and whether Partridge was one of the nutters who advocated lobotomy on the grounds of the beneficial effects that it conferred upon patients in that the Angels found it so much easier to Manage Them after the ‘operation’ – they no longer objected to being physically and sexually assaulted, being capable of doing little more than vegging out in a chair all day – or whether Partridge was one of those who found that lobotomies had such dreadful consequences for most people that the procedure pretty much died out by the early 1960s. Except at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh of course, where Gwynne continued to enthusiastically wield the pick in the direction of anyone who objected to Dafydd and others joining them in bed. Cardiff University remained lovingly attached to lobotomies, so attached that in Sept 1999 – four months before the Waterhouse Report was published –  they gave Lena Zavaroni one and she died shortly afterwards. Lena’s death was followed by some not very honest explanations from the University Hospital Cardiff. Not that Lena or her nearest and dearest were told that she was being given a lobotomy, they were told that she was having a ‘new treatment for depression’. After I blogged about Lena’s case, I received an e mail from a Top Doctor telling me that the operation that Lena had was a cingulotomy. I appreciated the explanation but I remembered this e mail that I had received previously from someone who has spent years watching Top Doctors harm their patients:

‘Once upon a time the people who had been neglected, mistreated or sexually interfered with in the care of the health or social services could be lobotomised before they started complaining too loudly. Eventually, that started to become unacceptable even if you tarted it up by saying that you were going to remove an epileptogenic lesion or were going to give them a cingulotomy or something like that. This then leaves you with the problem of all those people who might complain about what’s going on. You might succeed in calling them ‘substance misusers’ and refer them to Dafydd (for goodness sake make sure that none of them have the chance to speak to that man from Liverpool) then they can be plied with whatever drugs they ask for. Maybe you can get them arrested and once they’ve been inside no-one will believe them anyway. Maybe you can make them very dependent and withdraw care so they’re likely to kill themselves. Maybe you can style yourself an expert in pharmacology and give them drugs in mixtures and dosages that violate the manufacturer’s recommendations and put them at risk of choking, heart attack, etc. If you get really desperate you can invite them all to a party and then throw a petrol bomb into the building. You can be a bit more selective and just sexually abuse people to whom you suspect that it’s already happened so they’ve already been softened up by someone else and if they say you’ve done it to them as well you can say it’s just transference or some sort of post-traumatic psychosis. The fact that you can’t lobotomise them anymore doesn’t mean the party’s over, you just have to get a bit more creative. If Dafydd really was prescribing morphine, heroin and the like to people, there must have been a lot of folks helping him. To give drug users heroin for example you’d need a Home Office licence. However there are a few doctors in this country equipped to do this and who do so. Indeed, maintaining people on prescribed doses of heroin is sometimes referred to as the ‘British System’ abroad and it’s been going on since the early 20th century. So people in senior positions would have been involved in enabling Dafydd to gain the licence and make sure that he stayed out of trouble to keep it. A lot of people’s careers, livelihoods and even liberty depended upon Dafydd doing this job. So no wonder they were propping him up. And, apparently, still are.’

Which sums it up nicely.

 

[Maurice Partridge was also] co-author with Curran of their textbook Psychological Medicine, Edinburgh:New York, Churchill Livingstone, 1980, in which he managed to incorporate some very amusing footnotes.

The humour of Top Doctors often pivots upon the distress that they have caused patients, so there’ll have been plenty of material for Partridge’s stand-up at the St George’s Christmas Review.

At St George’s, Partridge was a popular teacher, and he and his two consultant colleagues provided lectures on psychiatry to all comers, at Hyde Park Corner, alternating with neurology given by Denis Williams and Hamilton Paterson.

Except it won’t have been to ‘all comers’, I would be surprised if, for example, patients and their relatives attended those lectures.

Maurice Partridge was an extremely amusing man: dry, ironic, and with a superb gift of timing when telling stories.

There will have been many stories, particularly on the patients’ medical records.

He became a well known after-dinner speaker in rather limited circles, because he was basically a shy man and turned down invitations to larger gatherings.

Bechod! So Partridge’s stories were only shared among a discerning few then. They weren’t the sort of stories that after-dinner speakers like John Humphrys can tell to a packed room who have paid him thousands for the privilege which might well appear in the press a few days later.

Everyone called him ‘Bird’, and his signature when writing to friends was a little wavy line which looked like the outline of a seagull. His holidays were always spent in extraordinarily remote places. Long before there were package tours to the Himalayas, ‘Bird’ was already sending cards and letters from places like Nepal.

Ah, a Doctor was never off-duty in those days! They were always there for patients and the hours were long and the pay not very good, Duw, it was hard. When Bird, Charles Evans and Anne McCandless weren’t having a great time trekking in Nepal that was.

His appearance was a little eccentric.

Dafydd et al always took notes re their patients’ appearance. Dafydd noted that F was ‘a man with pleasant manners and casual attire’, so one wonders why there were so many allegations about F striking fear into the hearts of Top Doctors, Angels and social workers. When I asked F what he thought of Dafydd, F replied ‘I thought that he was a bit of a twat’. I caused WW III when, after I read the libellous crap that Dr D.G.E. Wood and Gwynne had written about me, I sent Wood a letter asking if Gwynne’s medical notes recorded that he had false teeth, trousers with the crotch down by the knees and a liberal covering of Brylcreem. Wood denied that anything libellous had been written about me and then they altered the records. I could see the tippex, it was hilarious. Brown then wrote to Wood saying ‘I note that a number of crude alterations have now been carried out on Sally’s records’ to which Wood replied ‘there have been no alterations made to any records’. Brown and me could SEE THE TIPPEX and the retyping. Well I’ve acquired even more copies of amended and forged documents now, dozens of them.

I still do not know if Gwynne’s records noted those teeth, trousers and Brylcreem, but I do hope so. My records contain evidence of all sorts, an Afghan hat, a mini-skirt, hiking boots, a rucksack, Doc Martens, although not all at once of course. I wonder why they didn’t just document that I’d arrived at the Hergest Unit naked, riding a horse, Lady Godiva-style. It’s not as if anyone ever worried about complete fiction appearing on the records.

The Royal College of Physicians were obviously as experienced in the art of observation as Dafydd et al:

He was short and rotund, untidy, usually wore thick tweed suits even in summer, and always had a large, coloured handkerchief in his breast pocket which he used to flourish and then mop his brow. He looked rather like Pickwick, but plump rather than fat. He was a good squash player and took part in matches with the students, and others. On the hottest days he would wear a white sweater on the court, and on occasions would leave the court between sets and return wearing an extra sweater; which was usually worth two or three points against a student opponent.

I am someone who will defend anyone’s right to wear however many jumpers they wanted to wear in whatever climate, but I can only imagine to what ends Bird’s attire would have been used if he had been an Empowered Service User…

Maurice was a kindly and cultured man, helpful to his juniors, much respected as a clinician and colleague and his death has saddened many.

He also facilitated a VIP trafficking ring. Maurice pegged out in 1984, which was also the year that George Thomas was hospitalised as a result of an STI and Leo Abse and the Top Docs lied to the press about the reason for Thomas’s hospital stay. Dafydd lost a valuable ally when Partridge croaked, no wonder Sir Charles Evans was forced to retire in that year and the rather better camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland was installed as Principal of UCNW.

This account of Bird and his life was provided by Peter Storey, ‘a distinguished consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital, London, greatly respected as a clinician and teacher and author of the later editions of the classic textbook ‘Psychological medicine: an introduction to psychiatry’. Rather than yet another dishonest crazy butcher who was completely out of control.

Peter Brett Storey is now in that great consulting room – or more probably bar – in the sky, along with so many others who provided the many umbrellas under which Dafydd sheltered. Storey died in 2008, at the end of yet another life dedicated to serving the cause of Dafydd and the gang. Storey was one of Desmond Curran’s students.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows Online’ has of course published an account of Peter Storey’s life and works.

Peter Storey was a distinguished consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital, London, greatly respected as a clinician and teacher, and author of the later editions of the classic textbook ‘Psychological medicine: an introduction to psychiatry’. He was born in Whitley Bay, where his father, Henry Storey, was a master builder and company director. He was educated first at the Royal Grammar School, Newcastle-upon-Tyne.

Storey got in early to avoid the rush. Newcastle-upon-Tyne hosted the trafficking ring which like so many others was preceded by organised abuse which went back a long way. The ring in Newcastle supplied Dafydd’s gang with both staff and children from the 1970s onward.

During the war the pupils were evacuated to Penrith, and when they returned he changed to Mill Hill School, which had also been evacuated nearby. He then moved with it when it returned to London. He qualified in 1953 at St Mary’s Hospital Medical School.

St Mary’s isn’t really posh like Tommy’s, but it likes to think that it is quite posh enough to be pompous about it. St Mary’s has got a Posh Bit, namely Lindo Wing, which was sufficiently posh to be deemed to be acceptable for the delivery of Prince William. Di suffered unnecessarily nonetheless, not because of the insufficient poshness, but because Sir George Pinker screwed up. Pinker was a colleague of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, the Prof of Obs and Gynae at St George’s who was a friend of Ollie Brook as well as of Cilla Black. Chamberlain was colluding with Dafydd et al as well as Ollie’s gang in London. Despite Di being less than happy, more Royal babies have been delivered at Lindo Wing. Whether that is because the Royal Family haven’t realised the cock-up re William’s birth or whether it is because St Mary’s are considered to be a Safe Pair of Hands for other reasons I don’t know. See previous posts for info on George Pinker.

Subsequently he spent three years in the Army and was promoted as captain in the RAMC, having enlisted at the time of National Service.

He then completed three years in acute general medicine in Portsmouth and six months in neurology at Atkinson Morley Hospital, associated with St George’s Hospital.

They were fully on board with Dafydd et al at Atkinson Morley by 1990…

He trained in psychiatry at the Maudsley Hospital, where he passed his London University academic diploma in psychological medicine (DPM).

Dafydd ‘trained’ at the Maudsley. Dafydd didn’t pass through the Maudsley until the early 1960s, but there was already organised abuse at the Maudsley by the time that Dafydd arrived. Dafydd ‘trained’ under Dr Bob Hobson, who was notorious. Hobson’s obituaries make no mention of him being known as someone who, along with his team, was shagging patients, but other Top Docs had coded ways of writing letters to each other to flag up patients who had the dirt on Hobson’s lot. Hobson decamped to Manchester University in 1974 and his colleagues at London claimed to be surprised and not know the reason why. Hobson of course set up a trafficking ring at Manchester. Tony Francis worked with Hobson’s lot at Manchester as did Sadie Francis. For the Drs Francis it was then from Manchester straight over to Dafydd’s gang in response to the distress flares which were sent up after the Mary Wynch case when reinforcements were called for. See post ‘The Mentor’ for more information on Hobson and Manchester and ‘A Galaxy of Talent’ for information on the grandiose idiots who held the fort at the Maudsley. ‘The Discovery of a Whole New Galaxy…’ provides the background of the gang at Manchester who preceded Hobson and who subsequently spread their wings taking their toxicity with them far and wide.

He spent two years as a research fellow at Atkinson Morley’s, where he carried out at an important study showing major psychiatric, personality and emotional sequelae from subarachnoid haemorrhage. He had previously undertaken the first well-controlled study using air encephalography to investigate chronic schizophrenics, which, although small in size and failing to demonstrate abnormalities, can be seen today as a forerunner of later studies using CAT scanning and other modern imaging techniques to show abnormalities.

Oh classic Top Doctors’ hype, ‘although small in size and failing to demonstrate abnormalities’ it was of course a forerunner. If I had conducted a piece of research which was small in size and didn’t show anything at all I don’t think that I’d bother to publicise it, I’d get on with something more fruitful.

But then Dafydd was Europe’s Leading Forensic Psychiatrist.

He was then a senior lecturer in psychiatry at St George’s for four years and in 1969 was appointed as a consultant psychiatrist at St George’s and at Springfield Hospital, near St George’s in Tooting, and then becoming closely linked.

So THIS is the Mr Big who blended the Knightsbridge Crooks To The Nobility with the south London trafficking gang which had been in operation for many years in the Wandsworth/Tooting area. I wondered who did that. I suspected that when Harold Wilson’s Gov’t drew up plans to relocate St George’s from Hyde Park Corner to Tooting that it was something to do with the ring at Tooting, but I didn’t realise that the St George’s trafficking psychiatrists had made the link to Springfield as long ago as 1969, when they were still all living it up at the Hyde Park Corner site.

In 1971, with the foundation of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, he was awarded the MRCPsych.

They all were, at the time the Royal College put in strategies to ensure that every consultant psychiatrist came out with a prize, even Dafydd, because it was acknowledged that so many of them were hopeless and would not pass an exam under normal conditions. In the same spirit that Brown and me were systematically marked down because we had this annoying habit of doing quite well in exams having crossed the path of Dafydd’s gang. Oh shit they’ve both topped 90% again, MOVE THOSE GOAL POSTS…

He was greatly respected as the best psychiatric clinician at St George’s, and was also elected by his colleagues for six years as medical administrator at Springfield, where he brought about many improvements and greatly fostered the link with St George’s, which culminated in Springfield being recognised as a university hospital. For nine years he also saw students at Imperial College.

Of course Mr Big was ‘the best psychiatric clinician at St George’s’ he was organising the whole ring and bringing more and more Distinguished Eminent Doctors on board, including those at Imperial, which was under the rule of Lord Brian Flowers, who grew up in Swansea (see previous posts)…

Harold Wilson’s resignation was undoubtedly something to do with this ring and I suspect that it was related to Jeremy Thorpe’s activities getting so out of hand that Harold though that this was all going to blow up on his watch and in a very big way, but I need to do some more digging…

Harold Wilson waved through a huge investment to build the new St George’s Medical School at Tooting, it was a flagship development. Planned for and given to a gang of people traffickers to run…

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[Storey] developed a large and successful private practice. He saw many survivors of three major disasters with post-traumatic stress – the sinkings of the cross-channel ferry Herald of Free Enterprise (March 1987) and the Thames pleasure cruiser Marchioness (August 1989), and the Lockerbie plane crash (December 1988).

As these events were all in the recent past, I suggest that someone takes a fine toothcomb through everything related to them. They were all famous cock-ups that took place on Thatcher’s watch with legal implications of nightmarish proportions.

He was invited to become a co-author of a widely-used textbook, Psychological medicine, written by two eminent St George’s figures, Desmond Currran and Maurice Partridge seeing through its 7th to 10th editions (1972 to 1986), and ultimately becoming its sole author. He retired from the NHS, but not from practice, in 1987.

So Storey had everything completely sewn up with Curran and Partridge and the three of them dominated the scene and trained Top Doctors up to those of my generation. Not that Storey even bade a fond farewell in 1987; well he didn’t dare, Brown and I had started mouthing off about Dafydd by then and furthermore we were two postgrad students rather than kids in care…

In 1991 he retired completely, and with his wife decided to return to his earlier roots, in Penrith.

No, he won’t have gone completely, although 1991 was the year in which his mates at St George’s forced me out of medical research. This bastard was never going to go, there was far, far too much at stake…

A few years later he developed progressive Parkinson’s disease. He was however for some years able to be a member of Penrith Golf Club, where his father had been captain in 1958, and to continue with fell walking. In retirement he also took a variety of evening classes, in French, conversational Italian and pottery, and completed two Open University courses in literature and history.

None of this will have been benign. I would not have thought that one could make much mischief at Penrith Golf Club, but Peter Storey will have and when he was fell-walking and when he was in his French evening classes and at the conversational Italian and at the pottery and while he was in his OU classes, he will have been networking and organising throughout all of it… Who played golf at Penrith and was in those evening classes with Storey???

Two possibilities: Willie Whitelaw and William Bingley. Whitelaw concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al in every position that he held for years and years and he had a house in the Lake District. William Bingley – who’s parents Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and Lady Juliet concealed abuse involving Mountbatten et al in an earlier era (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’) – colluded with Dafydd and all associated gangs when he was Legal Director of MIND and then when he was Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission. After that, Bingley was Professor of Mental Health Law and Ethics at the University of Central Lancashire (2000–04) and was non-executive Director of Morecambe Bay Primary Care Trust (2000-06), which also managed local mental health facilities, then Chairman of North Lancashire NHS Primary Care Trust. Morecombe Bay was the Trust who concealed dangerous midwives whose idiocy and lies resulted in the deaths of many babies. Bingley resigned as Chair of North Lancashire NHS Primary Care Trust three weeks before he died, after he was exposed as running a financial scam with the NHS from which he personally benefited. Bingley died in Aug 2011 in a fell-walking accident. Perhaps someone gave him a shove, after all Operation Pallial had just been launched and there was going to be a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

The Viscount Whitelaw
William Whitelaw in 1963.jpg

I have only just realised that Bingley’s mum Lady Juliet did her social work training in Liverpool. Which is where Lucille Hughes trained and where Dafydd studied medicine… Lady Juliet was appointed Chairman of MIND in 1979. Which was the year that Mary Wynch languished in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, illegally imprisoned…

Willie Whitelaw was appointed Home Secretary in 1979. He served as Lord President of the Council, 1983-88, which meant that during those years he was the visitor to UCNW…

Willie believed in getting tough on young thugs and giving them a short sharp shock. It didn’t work on the boys from Bryn Estyn because they were already accustomed to being gang raped at gunpoint, although Willie knew that, he’d worked very hard to cover it all up for years.

Willie wasn’t a Bachelor and he had been blessed with children, but I wouldn’t have put anything past him frankly.

[Storey] was a man of many interests, cultural and sporting, with a positive outlook and a dignified presence. In his London years he was very much engaged in opera, and a regular attender at Covent Garden. He was a keen golfer, squash player, mountain walker and skier, continuing into his 60s.

He picked up a few more elite mates at the opera then. Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt occupational health physician at St George’s Hospital Medical School, liked going to the opera. See previous posts.

At St Mary’s he was a rugby player, until an injury with two prolapsed intervertebral disks ended his rugby career. He married in 1952, while still a student, Ann Geraldine Murray. He was survived by his widow, two sons and two daughters, and seven grandchildren.

Oh God. Seven grandchildren. They are myriad, they are legion… They won’t be working in MacDonalds.

Peter Storey died in 2008, so he was on hand to help with Waterhouse… Storey was also alive and kicking when all those people were trying to remove Merfyn Jones from his job as VC of Bangor University.

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There is another old fossil that I need to cover in this blog post as well, another of Desmond Curran’s colleagues, Sir Paul Mallinson, who was with us until 1989.

Paul Mallinson came from two worlds, the timber trade and farming, and made medicine his calling. A shy and private man, he blossomed within his work where his kindness and infinite capacity to care could be formalized. Generations of patients and trainees have cause for gratitude.

Another shy, private bunny who always hid his light under a bushel throughout his entire life, which was somehow spent Caring, while working hand in hand with a bunch of ruthless gangsters of the finest pedigree.

He went to school at Westminster before studying medicine at Oxford and St Thomas’ medical school, and entered psychiatry in 1937.

So Mallinson predated Dr Death at Tommy’s…

He spent the war years in the Royal Navy working under Desmond Curran and afterwards joined him at St George’s Hospital in London.

What better introduction to his future career could Mallinson have had?

The service and teaching programmes he and Curran developed, together with Maurice Partridge, became pre-eminent amongst the London teaching hospitals. For many years the Saturday morning postgraduate teaching at Hyde Park Corner, combined with neurology contributions, was the basis of formal training for countless young psychiatrists aiming at the DPM.

Curran and his mates infected the whole profession…

The outpatient department became famously located at No 15 Knightsbridge, and the inpatient unit at Atkinson Morley’s Hospital in Wimbledon.

It sounds rather posh for the likes of Empowered Service Users, but from what I remember, Jeremy Thorpe or someone close to him payed for Norman’s ‘care’ at the hands of Curran. Before Ed’s Uncle Harry’s NHS Looked After The Poor, wealthy people who had found themselves in a tight spot often footed the bill for the Top Doctors to ‘care’ for a distraught person who was making worrying allegations about them. Reading biographies of posh people who suffered at the hands of other posh people I’ve been quite taken with how often Top Doctors were paid good money by charitable abusers to cause their victims even more distress and I’m not just talking of Freud and The Case Of Dora, which is always the example given when questions are asked about Freud and his motivations. Lord Lucan’s wife always maintained that ‘her’ Top Doctor – a Private Psychiatrist – was working on behalf of her husband, not her. Where did poor Lady Lucan end up when someone bludgeoned her over the head after/before killing the nanny? St George’s Hospital. Where she was accused of being mad. In true Top Doctor style, Lady Lucan was noticed to be distraught and not making much sense tch tch and making the most extraordinary claims about her husband, that lovely man who did nothing but gamble the family fortune away while hanging out with John Aspinall who kept wild animals who kept eating their keepers. Oh please, someone marry off a few of the Top Doctors to some grade A gits and let the gits bludgeon them over the head after murdering someone else, admit the bludgeoned Docs to St George’s and let me know when all this happens. I’ll turn up and film the fun and then show screenings free of charge to every Empowered Service User who has ever been on the receiving end of this lot.

Paul’s beloved Rover car always proudly bore the registration plate ‘15K AMH’.

Dafydd’s corrupt policeman friend Elfed Roberts drove a penismobile with a number plate with the letters EWR, so I always knew when Elfed had turned up at Bangor University to cause problems for me, even when he wasn’t actually sitting in his penismobile shrouded in the ‘Daily Post’ as he so often was.

The professional and intellectual climate in the department was second to none,

Oh don’t titter…

sceptical yet benevolent to a marked degree. Training as a registrar in these circumstances was a joy,

Nay, nay and thrice nay

so that the author of this tribute [I’ll come to him shortly] had no qualms about turning down a post at the Maudsley Hospital when the opportunity arose to work at St George’s instead.

I can imagine that many people would have been torn having to choose between two such opportunities…

Neither Mallinson or Curran did much research themselves, though their consummate clinical knowledge and skill led to several memorable publications of a clinical kind.

This is a familiar story re those Distinguished Eminent colleagues of Dafydd’s. As with David Davies, who was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley when they let Dafydd in, the Davies who built his global reputation as an expert in alcoholism after conducting a study of seven alcoholics, a number of whom Davies later realised weren’t actually alcoholics after all (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’), Mallinson and Curran will not have done very much of anything except pompousing and gunning down anyone who might have acquired dirt on the rich and powerful, but they’ll have written a few things on the back of their zilch knowledge and that will have been enough for them to have been lauded as Outstanding Clinicians and Clinical Teachers.

The ludicrous thing is that the students and juniors whom this lot lorded it over were fully aware that they were the King’s New Clothes, but because most of those students and juniors would go on to build their own careers on the basis of the King’s New Clothes themselves, no-one ever did the job of the little boy in the crowd who yelled out ‘look they’ve got no clothes on’.

Almost every registrar working with them was inspired to become embroiled in clinical research within a year or two, and the subsequent publications are still sometimes quoted thirty years later.

Yes, I’ve just commented on how it works…

At least five of their registrars eventually went on to established university chairs.

And it is highly likely that they won’t have actually been robust academics, although they’ll have done the right favours for the right people and continued to do so. Some decades ago, FIVE PROFS trained at the knee of a trafficking gang who had no knowledge of psychiatry. What does that tell us about the state of psychiatry? Those profs will have been turning up in court as expert witnesses, they’ll have been taking decisions as to who to section for months on end or who to send to live with Jimmy Savile in Broadmoor or who to deny treatment on the grounds that they were ‘not ill’ when they were too ill to function. It is a nightmare and it is why when Dafydd put on his best grave voice and said to me years ago ‘Everyone is saying the same thing about you. Can we really all be wrong?’, I replied ‘yes, because you’re all mates and you’re all a bunch of liars.’ Furthermore Dafydd, you’d previously rung me up and offered me a place at Liverpool Medical School in return for dropping my complaint about you after telling me that I was a ‘remarkable person’ and Brown was listening in to that call…

As were MI5, but no, they weren’t going to interrupt this fuckwittery.

‘We are all saying the same thing’. Take your pick:

Paranoid schizophrenia; Process psychosis; Manic depressive insanity; Bizarre personality disorder; Paranoid personality disorder; Homicidal; Remarkable Person; Attractive and seductive; Anti-social Personality Disorder; Bipolar I; Bipolar II; Borderline personality disorder.

Anyone want to give the tombola another spin???

Brown once suggested a few diagnoses that Dafydd could use, such as Chapel Psychosis and Cottage Ignition Syndrome. We were having a laugh at the time, but I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if someone in Denbigh ended up with being diagnosed with those syndromes.

Dafydd mustn’t worry, I know what is wrong with me. It’s a wandering womb and over-education for my feminine state, it really has turned my mind.

 

Paul used to go to endless trouble to help his juniors in their careers – more often by simply being empathic to their aspirations and a sound judge of their abilities, coupled with his wish to help them fulfil themselves.

This translates as ‘he ensured that those who kept their mouths shut and toadied to him were given a boost, which resulted in his lackeys and partners-in-crime holding key positions of responsibility to keep the show on the road.’

His own conscientious approach, his endless clinical curiosity, open mindedness and modesty, provided a model which was irresistible.

I never encountered this man, but I encountered those whom he ‘influenced’ and ‘mentored’ and ‘inspired’. In no way did they live up to this spin.

Trainees subject to his influence changed

I saw them post-transformation. It was not a pretty sight.

– as did countless patients. Many young doctors were privileged to share something of his home life. They would spend summer holidays, with their wives and children, at his lovely Bembridge home, where Paul indulged his love of cricket, sailing and gardening.

Bembridge is on the Isle of Wight. So Paul Mallinson invited his coterie and their families for upmarket holidays at his place. It would be nice to think that shameless toadying to a crooked old git in return for crumbs from his table would not be so common as to pervade medicine and effect practice, but from what I saw it does. Geoffrey Chamberlain held summer garden parties at his place in Wimbledon to which everyone was invited, which I think were designed to rub in how important and influential Chamberlain and his wife were. At least Chamberlain and his wife did make pleasant chit chat to their guests though. Chamberlain’s friend Cathy Wilson, the Reader in Reproductive Physiology in the Dept of Obs and Gynae, owned an even more impressive place than Chamberlain. Cathy lived at Notting Hill Gate and she too held parties there where the catering could not be bettered. What did Cathy do at her parties? She got pissed and hurled abuse at people. But they returned, time after time. People were aghast when I told them that no, I really would not be wasting my free time chez Wilson. It was simply emphasised what I would me missing – ooh she’s got such a beautiful house, the food will be fantastic etc. Well yes that was true, but it came with Cathy Wilson. One day after there had been a great deal of frostiness towards me because I really was not going to go to a party at Cathy’s – I tolerated her appalling conduct at work because I don’t think that one should cause WW III with one’s colleagues when one is being paid to do a job – I was interested to hear what had happened at the Notting Hill Gate party. Cathy had got pissed and screamed racist abuse at a Yugoslavian junior doctor and she’d had a screaming row with a consultant. Well that was a surprise.

For the same reason I turned down all the invitations to join the St George’s Wine Club. It was finally noted by Nicky Mitchell-Heggs that I ‘didn’t really fit in with the rest of them’. No and I was most relieved that I didn’t and I had no intention of doing so. They were a bunch of vacuous tossers who wasted their money on bottled water and courgettes, treated people like turds and furthermore they were facilitating a paedophile gang. But at least they partied with Cilla and Prince Edward and Nanette Newman turned up to their ball, which for some baffling reason actually meant something to them.

In his day he was president of the St George’s medical school club, and also of its cricket club, and he knew most of the undergraduates fairly well. He eventually retired from St George’s in 1969 but continued to practice privately until he was 70 years old.

Mallinson was probably in Wine Club as well.

He was the third baronet and succeeded his father in 1943.

Cathy and Chamberlain would have moved so fast to attend his parties that they’d have broken their legs.

He was married first to Elia Mary Guy in 1940 and they had a son and two daughters; one daughter is a doctor.

They are myriad…

The marriage was dissolved in 1968. His second marriage was to Dr Margaret Cooper Bowden, a former pupil of his

I wonder if Margaret Cooper Bowden was any relation of Bluglass and Dafydd’s mate Paul Bowden, another Eminent Distinguished London-based psychiatrist who was also colluding with serious organised crime?

There is a great deal of shagging the boss in medicine. I don’t have a problem with that if the people involved actually like each other, but medicine is so dysfunctional that very often they don’t. It all looked like a very high risk activity to me. Top Doctors become very traumatised if you are not participating in the shagfest, it’s an even worse crime than not going to Wine Club.

and her care – and his stoicism and good humour -made bearable his prolonged final illness. She survived him, together with the three children of his previous marriage.

So the old bastard had someone to look after him when he spent a few years with Parkinsons and she’ll have inherited the dosh. There’ll have been a fight over the will – after all, where there’s a will there’s a relative – and the children of the dear departed loving father will all be using the old git’s network to bag themselves powerful positions.

Who wrote this tribute to the trafficker who invited those assisting in the crime to live it up with him on the Isle of Wight? One Professor Arthur Crisp. Crisp is now dead, but Arthur Crisp was very much alive when I was working at St George’s and when I was a patient at Springfield in early 1991. Crisp was a specialist in anorexia and like everyone at the phenomenal Psych Dept at St George’s, Crisp was a towering figure, ‘with the best clinical outcomes’ of any eating disorder specialist. I know how Crisp achieved his phenomenal results. An Angel who worked at Springfield told me and was remarkably honest about the magic formula. Crisp discharged any patients who refused to eat when they were in the unit and he would not treat them again. So the most seriously ill patients who er, didn’t eat, were refused treatment. Anorexia has the highest mortality rate of any mental illness, even higher than manic depression. One of the symptoms of anorexia is a refusal to eat, no matter how malnourished one is or how much pressure is put upon one. So Crisp didn’t actually treat anorexics, he treated patients with less serious eating problems who could bring themselves to eat.

Any cardiac specialists out there who fancy improving their outcomes by not treating people with heart problems? Your patients will make a fantastic recovery if they’re not actually ill.

Arthur Crisp will have been discharging those patients to die and everyone knew that. One outcome of sexual abuse in some people is the development of eating disorders. Crisp and his colleagues were facilitating a paedophile/trafficking ring. So which patients was Crisp treating??? Or refusing to treat?

Crisp’s junior doctors are now to be found in the most senior positions re eating disorders. One of his juniors, Adrienne Key, became the Director of Eating Disorders for The Priory Group. I remember Adrienne Key, she was working as a junior doctor in Springfield when I was there. I and other patients watched Adrienne routinely slam the door shut in patients’ faces when they tried to talk to her. She wouldn’t even reply to the desperate greetings of ‘oh hello Dr Key’. Adrienne would march through the ward, straight into the nurses office, slam the door in the face of anyone who dared approach and if they stood patiently waiting outside of the door, an Angel would emerge and shout at them to go away and leave Dr Key alone. The callousness was breathtaking.

Not long after I left St George’s Adrienne Key and Tom Burns featured in a TV documentary called ‘Minders’, which Showed Life In A Mental Hospital, ie. Springfield. I presumed that it would be yet another PR piece, but incredibly enough it wasn’t. The documentary makers had not edited as the Top Docs usually bank on them doing. They screened everything and my, did Adrienne and Tom look bad. They actually did exactly what I remember them doing to patients, but I don’t think that they ever expected it to be shown on TV. Adrienne turned up on the doorstep of a vulnerable man accompanied by the police, with no warning and snapped at him that he was coming with her, NOW, or these police would handcuff him and she carted the man off to Springfield. He was terrified and confused, there was no attempt at communication with him, simply Adrienne snapping ‘you are ill and you are coming with us’. The problem was that the man had a belief that his hair was blue. However it was very evident that this was the only ‘symptom’ that he had. He had been coping at home, he was OK, he wasn’t even distressed, but he did think that his hair was blue. At Springfield he was sectioned and forcibly injected with massive doses of anti-psychotics. He reacted very badly to them, began dribbling uncontrollably and shaking. He continued to maintain that his hair was blue, so they upped the dose. He sat there repeating ‘look what you’ve done to me, look what you’ve done’. Tom said ‘yes we have done this to you because you think that your hair is blue and it is not’. There was no attempt to titrate the dose yet alone give him any side-effect medication, which should be routine.

The grim reality of what Tom and Adrienne did to this poor sod caused uproar and there were a great many complaints about bad practice at Springfield Hospital. Tom Burns demanded that he be allowed onto Channel 4 to defend himself. Burns was filmed saying ‘you made us look like the Gestapo’. Indeed they did Tom. Because they filmed what you actually did to people rather than take orders from you as to only show the bits where you were keeping a civil tongue in your head.

I was ordered to see Tom Burns myself by Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, in the wake of me refusing to drop my complaints about Dafydd et al when ordered to by my colleagues at St George’s. Nicky told me that Tom Burns was the loveliest man that she knew. Tom Burns was very personable until halfway through the interview, after I’d told him what was happening in north Wales. Burns interrupted me and said ‘you think I’m an idiot don’t you? You think that I don’t know that this is going on and that I’m naive. Well I do know and I believe everything that you’ve told me about them’. Burns then told me that psychiatry ‘attracts disturbed people’ and that this was causing great problems.

After I left Burns’s room I never heard from him again. Years later, when I acquired my medical records, there was the documentation from Mitchell-Heggs and Burns. Burns had told Mitchell-Heggs that I wasn’t psychotic but that I might have a paranoid personality disorder. He told her that I was not a danger to anyone. After Dafydd et al tried to have me imprisoned and I was given bail on condition that I stayed in Springfield, Mitchell-Heggs had written to Burns again. He told her that he ‘didn’t think that he had anything to offer’.

Burns admitted to me that he knew about the serious criminality in north Wales. Tony Francis, Dafydd and Lucille were directly in contact with Wandsworth Social Services and Springfield Hospital with regard to me, I have all the documentation to prove it. Burns’s colleague Dr Robin Jacobson stated in writing that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that he thought that Tony Francis was as well. No-one mentioned a word of this to me. I was discharged from Springfield with no follow-up care and told to go back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor no less.

Tom Burns was later given a Chair at Oxford University. Burns is in the same Dept at Oxford as Professor Mark Williams, who left Bangor University for Oxford at about the turn of the millennium. Mark Williams worked with Dafydd and the gang for years and he knew what they were doing. See post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’. I think that Williams got his Chair first and then Burns, from the London branch of the same ring, joined Williams at Oxford.

Tom Burns was a mental health adviser to Blair’s Gov’t. It was Burns who recommended that the Gov’t impose Community Treatment Orders (CTOs) on thousands and thousands of people. When Burns came up with that terrifying proposal, he was told that it would result in mental health patients who were not guilty of any crime being pinned down in their own homes by the police and forcibly injected with anti-psychotic medication that they did not want. Tom sneered and reminded everyone that Top Docs don’t behave like that.

Tom has now admitted that CTOs ‘haven’t worked as he expected’ and that yes rather a lot of them have been issued and er OK, there have been some rather worrying incidents. Involving the police forcing their way into people’s homes and pinning them down while they are injected… Some Empowered Service Users have run away from home and disappeared to escape CTOs.

What did Miranda think was going to happen when he appointed a member of a trafficking gang as his adviser on mental health? Miranda will have known what was going on at St George’s, because he and Cherie had both worked in George Carman’s Chambers when Carman was concealing the trafficking ring…

And we were supposed to believe that Merfyn was the problem!

Whoops, looks like you’ve been caught out Miranda!

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It’s the fucking Welsh again as Miranda is no doubt shouting at the TV right now…

For more information on Arthur Crisp, Adrienne Keay, Tom Burns and the other funsters who ran a pan-European trafficking ring while working as Top Doctors and Gov’t advisers, see previous posts…

 

Dr David Roberts’s book on the history of Bangor University names a number of other gwerin who gathered together in one big classless group for the benefit of the common people, embracing members of the Royal Family through to the landed gentry with hereditary peerages and those who can trace their ancestry back to the Welsh Princes, for the benefit of a vicious criminal paedophile gang.

 

 

The Compassion Centre

Readers will probably know that among the numerous other beneficial effects of Mindfulness claimed by its inventor, Dafydd’s former colleague Professor Mark Williams, is that it Increases Compassion. That is why the mental health workers who regularly practised Mindfulness, went on Mindfulness retreats and attended/spoke at conferences on Mindfulness facilitated a criminal trafficking gang, oversaw some of the highest rates of suicide in the UK, stood by while their clients became destitute, threatened their clients and perjured themselves in order to secure criminal convictions against their clients.

In recent years, Mark Williams et al have set out to demonstrate that Mindfulness Increases Compassion by the use of brain scans. I’m delighted to report that the research is going well and people have assured me that you can see the Compassion Centre of the brain ‘lighting up’ in those who practice Mindfulness.

The frontal lobe contains most of the dopamine-delicate neurons in the cerebral cortex. The dopamine system is associated with reward, attention, short-term memory tasks, planning, motivation and, in psychiatrists in north Wales and employees of Gwynedd and Clwyd Social Services, it contains the neurons responsible for people trafficking. Being the Vice Centre of the brain, the frontal lobe is commonly coloured red in textbooks:

 

 

Many readers will know that Mark Williams’s research fraud was so successful that he duped numerous politicians who had no knowledge of biomedical sciences at all and thus could be fed any old crap into robustly promoting Mindfulness on the grounds that it has the potential to transform society. Mindfulness was invented by Mark Williams while he lived and worked in Gwynedd, which had one of the highest suicide rates in the UK, one of the lowest mean annual average incomes, one of the poorest performing health services and a Social Services which abused and neglected the people whom it was paid to care for. Williams invented Mindfulness in the late 1980s. Gwynedd still has a high suicide rate, a very low mean average annual income and a non-functioning NHS and Social Services, so clearly it is a testament to the transformative powers of Mindfulness.

Chris Ruane, the Labour MP for the Vale of Clwyd, 1997-2015 and from 2017-present, really loves Mindfulness, he wants everyone to have a bit of it and led the Parliamentary Mindfulness charge. Chris’s constituency covers the areas of Denbigh and St Asaph/Bodelwyddan. The Denbigh area is still choc full with people who worked at Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon and Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, a truly lethal hospital managed and staffed by associates of Dafydd et al, is located at Bodelwyddan. St Asaph Cathedral had a member of staff who molested kids for years and one of the organists at St Asaph Cathedral was the son of Geoff, the landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. Geoff was a Tory and a believer in law n order. Which will be why some of the police officers in north Wales boasted that they beat up local lads and threw them in Llyn Ogwen and when the victims of these violent assaults appeared in court charged with whatever they had been fitted up for, ‘we’d always be OK if Geoff was on the bench’. Some local men were found dead in Llyn Ogwen having ‘drowned while swimming when drunk’. See previous posts.

Chris Ruane doesn’t have any excuses for supporting Williams’s con, Ruane knows north Wales very well and has spent his entire life on the turf of Dafydd’s gang. Ruane attended Ysgol Mair Roman Catholic primary school in Rhyl. He then went to the Blessed Edward Jones RC High School (he was three years above Carol Vorderman). Blessed Ted’s ended up in very, very serious difficulties which culminated in the removal of the Headmaster in approx 2001 amidst a huge scandal; the school became a no-go area for teachers and pupils, people were fleeing while screaming loudly. Ruane graduated from Aberystwyth University in 1979, when that institution was staffed and managed by the paedophiles’ friends. Ruane then obtained an PGCE from Liverpool University in 1980. He was a town Councillor from 1988 and the Chairman of West Clwyd NUT region. Chris Ruane was a primary school teacher from 1982–97 and a Deputy Head from 1991–97.

Chris was elected as a Labour MP five months after the Waterhouse Inquiry opened.

Here’s Chris, he knows nuzzing…

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Chris Ruane contested Clwyd North West in 1992, but was unsuccessful. So Chris was selected as a candidate when the Windbag was Leader of the Labour Party. The Windbag who knew Dafydd’s pal Dr Tony Francis, who was a great promoter of Mindfulness himself.

I am wondering if the effect of Mindfulness on the nation’s politicians is now beginning to manifest itself at last, because The Guardian Online is reporting that Lord Alf Dubs is to launch a cross-party ‘Compassion in Politics’ campaign. Lord Alf’s image is that of a kindly old buffer who has Special Insight into matters humanity because of his well-known status as a child from what was then Czechoslovakia who fled the Nazis. Alf was one of the mainly Jewish children saved by the English stockbroker Nicholas Winton and others on the Kindertransport (Dubs’s father was Jewish). Alf’s father had fled to England the day that the Nazis arrived in Czechoslovakia and young Alf was to meet him at Liverpool Street station. Alf later said that he clearly remembered leaving Prague station at age six and not touching the food pack given to him by his mother for the next two days. His mother was initially denied a visa but was able to join him and his father in London shortly afterwards.

Lord Alf’s True Story is now so well-known that I had forgotten how it first reached the ears of the world and indeed the ears of Alf himself. I refreshed my memory recently. Alf’s True Story was revealed by Esther Rantzen in Feb 1988 in an episode of ‘That’s Life’.

 

It was in late 1987 or very early in 1988 when I wrote to Esther Rantzen about Dafydd et al and provided her with details of the horrors of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Esther didn’t ring the gas board and neither did the young men with curly hair on her show. She didn’t even read out my letter and make any jokes about deformed root vegetables. Neither did Cyril compose an Odd Ode about Dafydd. Esther did not reply. Why did I write to Esther? Because she had launched a mental health campaign on ‘That’s Life’ and I thought that Esther ought to know what the mental health services in north Wales were actually doing to people.

After Esther launched her mental health campaign, David Scarboro, an actor in East Enders, killed himself in April 1988 and Esther put on her serious face for the TV cameras and maxed out on David’s death. David Scarboro had been treated very badly indeed by a section of the press with which Esther usually had a very chummy relationship. David played the part of ‘Mark Fowler’ and became upset when in 1985, the East Enders storyline dictated that ‘Mark Fowler’ should become a racist. Things came to a head when the script called for a scene in which ‘Mark’ was to deliver racist abuse. Scarboro refused to play the scene. After this it was decided that he should leave the show. His character was abruptly written out of the storyline.

In December 1985, Scarboro briefly returned to the series and subsequently for brief stints in 1986 and 1987, but never on a permanent or on-going basis. Scarboro’s last appearance in the series was in the episode aired on Christmas Day, 1987.

Elements of the UK tabloid press reported that Scarboro had been fired from the show for turning up late for filming and being unco-operative on set. Away from the series Scarboro initiated libel proceedings after several national papers published inaccurate stories about his private life, but the press continued to pursue him and his family. The ‘News of the Screws’ discovered that Scarboro was in a psychiatric unit, besieged it and published photographs of the unit. Scarboro subsequently left the unit because the unit could not protect his privacy and he could no longer get adequate treatment. Inaccurate stories about his condition were published, along with some very, very nasty headlines about the psycho David. David was known to have been distraught at the press coverage and at his inability to receive adequate care.

David died on 27 April 1988. His body was found at the bottom of Beachy Head and the coroner returned an open verdict, although David is always spoken of as having killed himself. A documentary on his life, ‘My Brother David’, was produced by the BBC in 1988, presented by David’s brother Simon. David’s parents left the country soon after their son’s death.

 

In 1988, Jimmy Savile’s sex offending was never mentioned in the media but in spite of all the We Didn’t Knows – including from Esther – a lot of people did know what Savile was doing.

 

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In 1988 I was told by two people who had been at Leeds University a few years previously that Savile was known to be sexually assaulting ‘young girls’. Two years later someone who’s dad knew Savile via Stoke Mandeville Hospital told me that everyone at Stoke Mandeville was of the opinion that Savile was a ‘twat’ and then in 2000 another person with Stoke Mandeville links told me that Savile was a bloody nightmare and that most of the money ‘raised’ by Savile was wasted on vanity projects, such as the Jimmy Savile Dining Room.

The tabloid press definitely knew what Savile was doing by 1988. They had been given stories but would not publish for fear of litigation.

In 1989, my friend who’s husband worked at the BBC told me that Esther was loathed, the most dreadful workplace bully, ruthless, completely insincere and that ChildLine was widely perceived to be a crude publicity stunt. In those days Esther was being seriously discussed as a potential future DG of the BBC. In 1986 Thatch had personally appointed Marmaduke Hussey as Chairman of the BBC Governors as a result of his close relationship to the Tory Party. Hussey had no previous experience of the BBC and was always seen as Thatcher’s henchman. His had followed a long career with Associated Newspapers, becoming MD; eventually Hussey became Chief Executive and MD of Times Newspapers, 1971-80. Hussey gave up several boardroom appointments when he took up his job at the BBC, but he remained Chairman of the Royal Marsden Hospital until 1998. 

In 1988, the Royal Marsden Hospital, along with a number of other institutions, began perpetrating the cancer research fraud funded by the Cancer Research Campaign and Imperial Cancer Research Fund, which involved Dr Peter Macguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis. The fraud became public in 1990 and resulted in the presumed suicide of one of those involved, Professor Tim McElwain of the Royal Marsden Hospital (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’). At the time, I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign myself, at the University of Surrey in a team led by Professor Vincent Marks, the brother of the then President of the BMA, Dr John Marks. John Marks and Ken Clarke were at each others throats at the time. It all ended in stalemate because everyone involved was concealing serious wrongdoing, including that of Dafydd et al, who were procuring children for sex, for, among others, Thatcher’s friend and the then Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil, Sir Peter Morrison. Unbeknown to me, when I was working for Vincent Marks, the BMA were providing Tony Francis, Dafydd et al with advice as to how to frame me for serious offences.

The Princess of Wales was Patron of the Royal Marsden Hospital and it was one of the beneficiaries of the publicity stunt in New York which involved Di flogging off some of her clothes in June 1997, not long before she died.

Duke Hussey’s wife, Lady Susan Hussey, is a Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet and godmother to Prince William. Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison was also a Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet. Susan Hussey is the older sister of William Waldegrave, who in 1988 was a Minister in Thatch’s Gov’t and served as Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92.

Within three months of becoming Chairman of the BBC, Hussey had forced the DG Alasdair Milne to resign. Milne was replaced by someone more acceptable to Thatch, Michael Checkland.

See previous posts for the full background on Hussey and Checkland.

Jimmy Savile was a friend of Thatch’s and spent many weekends at Chequers with her. Savile was also a friend of Carlo’s.

 

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Esther knew that if she wanted to reach stratospheric heights at the BBC she couldn’t afford to piss Jimmy Savile off. Or indeed Dafydd, who was part of the network which Savile was using to procure young people for sex with VIPs.

Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo in about 1988 telling him that kids in care in north Wales were being abused. She received a letter from Carlo’s office stating that he could not become involved. In 1988 Carlo was the Chancellor of UCNW, which was facilitating an arm of Dafydd’s trafficking gang. Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster and Carlo’s close friend, owned an estate in Cheshire which was one of the Duke’s main homes. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ but refused to return again without explaining why.

Jimmy Savile was known to visit Bryn Estyn and one boy maintained that he was raped by a group of men while Savile watched.

In 1988, Savile was one of the senior managers of Broadmoor, along with his pal Alan Franey. Thatcher’s mate Baroness Trumpington aka Trumpers was the Health Minister who appointed Savile to the Broadmoor management task force (see posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’).

At that time, Broadmoor was full of patients who had been abused as kids in care and by the mental health services. Some of those patients were from north Wales, including one person who was mentioned in the Waterhouse Report as having been abused while in care in north Wales. In the late 1980s, Di began making much publicised visits to Broadmoor and Rampton, although the nature of her meetings with the patients and which patients Di met, was kept completely secret for reasons of ‘patient confidentiality’, a la Di’s visits to AIDS wards, among whose patients were rent boys who had been forced into sex work when in care in north Wales (see eg. post ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’). I am all for patient confidentiality, I always felt that Savile’s much publicised visits to children’s wards complete with TV cameras were gross, but the reason for the ‘confidentiality’ at the secure hospitals and the AIDS wards was because many of the patients were the victims of serious crime. The information black-out was to protect the high profile people who had offended against them.

Jimmy Savile also wandered at will at Ashworth Hospital. Ashworth Hospital was part of Dafydd’s domain, was run by Dafydd’s friends and had a dreadful reputation, easily as bad as Broadmoor. See eg. post ‘Security, Security’. One patient was battered to death by the staff at Ashworth – the murder was investigated by Dafydd’s mate and umbrella Professor Robert Bluglass. There were two major inquiries at Ashworth and although it was admitted that the prevailing situation there was horrific, the problems were blamed on Dangerous Mental Patients, not the fact that the institution was run by a trafficking ring and that many of the inmates were victims of that ring.

 

Esther’s sister Priscilla was a social worker for Lambeth Borough Council. Lambeth had a massive problem with their children’s homes being infiltrated by paedophiles and kids in the care of Lambeth were sent to children’s homes in north Wales, where they were abused and then trafficked back down to London or Brighton. Priscilla’s boss was Valerie – now Baroness – Howarth, whom Esther appointed as CEO of ChildLine. ChildLine ignored phone calls from children in north Wales. One woman also maintains that she told Esther that Savile was abusing children. Esther claims to have no memory of this.

Savile and Esther were involved with the NSPCC. The Duke of Westminster was the Life Vice-President of the NSPCC from 1988 until his death in 2016. Here’s Jimmy with another supporter of the NSPCC:

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In north Wales, when the former kids in care were giving evidence regarding the abuse that they had experienced previously, support for them was offered via a Helpline run by the NSPCC, although the witnesses were by then adults. The managers of the NSPCC Helpline were the social workers who had facilitated the trafficking gang. One man who was rash enough to accept support from the NSPCC Helpline was found dead. The Helpline managers reassured themselves that they were covered by their insurance for such an eventually. Not only was the NSPCC Helpline run by the traffickers, but the North Wales Police were given the job of driving the witnesses to the venue where they gave evidence. The North Wales Police who had for years ignored all complaints about the abuse of kids in care and who had arrested the kids themselves if they persisted in complaining and who employed a number of officers who were abusing the kids.

 

I read the other day that Childline was set up after a conversation between Esther and Michael Grade in 1985. In the account that I read, it was claimed that Michael Grade had put the idea to Esther. In the summer of 1985, my friend worked in the box office at the Edinburgh Fringe. She ended up in hot water with her bosses when she refused to pull strings after Samuel Brittan, a journo with the FT and the brother of Leon Brittan, the then Home Secretary, demanded that she arrange tickets and accommodation for him to visit the Fringe, although everything had sold out weeks ago. Samuel was so irate that he wrote to his Big Mate Michael Grade, who wrote a wonderful letter to Samuel, telling him that he was ‘appalled’ at my friend’s ‘rudeness’ and that Grade would definitely get Samuel tickets ‘even if I have to give you my own’.

You SHALL go to the ball Samuel!

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The Fairy Godmother himself:

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When Leon Brittan was Home Secretary, he was handed a dossier compiled by the Tory MP Geoffrey Dickens which named a number of people, including Westminster figures, who were alleged to be abusing children. Brittan later claimed that he couldn’t remember receiving the dossier. Then Brittan did remember receiving it but couldn’t remember where he had put the dossier. Leon Brittan has been named as one Westminster figure who was possibly children himself. While Brittan was Home Secretary, numerous files relating to organised child abuse went missing from the Home Office. Meanwhile, the criminal activities of Dafydd et al continued unhindered in north Wales. See previous posts.

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A few scenes from life in Britain when Brittan was Home Secretary:

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The friend of mine who so angered Samuel Brittan was my best friend from school, who knew what had been happening to me in north Wales. Her mum was a clinical psychologist and her dad was a social worker and they had advised me after Francis began threatening me in the spring of 1985. My friend’s family lived in Somerset, just down the road from my family and Brown’s family. I now know that I and my friends were under surveillance by the security services by then.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that members of my family knew/were known by Somerset MPs Tom King, John Biffen and Edward du Cann (see previous posts). King and Biffen were members of Thatcher’s Cabinet and Peter Morrison was a Minister, 1983-85, under Tom King, when King was Secretary of State for Employment. Other west country MPs who knew people who knew relatives of mine were the Tory Jerry Wiggin and Liberals Paddy Ashdown and John Pardoe (see previous posts).

William Waldegrave’s family seat was and still is at Chewton Mendip in Somerset. Previous posts (eg ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’) describe how some people in Somerset who knew what had happened to me in north Wales but who did not support me did very well for themselves in terms of career progress and money throughout the late 1980s and the 1990s. One such person received a cheque from Coutts. William Waldegrave was a senior person at Coutts.

Dafydd’s partner-in-crime Dr D.G.E. Wood was from a medical family near Bristol. Over towards the Waldegraves’ neck of the Woods…

 

My friend who had the dust-up with Samuel Brittan in 1985 was driven out of her job at the Royal Television Society in 1991, just after I was forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School, after she wanted to make a film about north Wales. Her husband worked in the Drama Commissioning Dept of the BBC and was forced out of his job after his boss yelled at him that he’d make sure that he’d ‘never work in this town again’ when my friend’s husband refused to accept a bribe at work. Weeks later he was transferred to the Religious Broadcasting Unit at Manchester and was soon after made redundant.

The troubles of my two media friends escalated after the summer of 1985 when they moved to London to begin their media careers. They were gradually frozen out by most of their former friends from Stirling University – they had all been part of the circle which included Jack, later Lord, McConnell, who was elected as an MSP in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report and then bugger me found himself Scotland’s FM in 2001 (see previous posts) – and they subsequently came under attack from gangsters (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

Lord Jack’s mate:

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In the summer of 1987, I went to see Leicester MIND as well as William Bingley, the Legal Director of MIND at MIND HQ in London and told them what I had witnessed and found out about Dafydd et al. I had no idea that not only was Dafydd involved in MIND himself, but that the organisation had been concealing his wrongdoing as far back as the 1960s. I presume that Bingley rang Dafydd and a few other people as soon as I left his office.

 

Readers might remember the Radio 4 light entertainment programme ‘Loose Ends’ when Ned Sherrin hosted it during the 1980s. It starred Carol Thatcher and although everybody on ‘Loose Ends’ did their ‘we’re not afraid to push the boundaries’ bit, Thatch had the BBC firmly under her thumb at the time. Emma Freud was also a regular on ‘Loose Ends’ and a ‘Loose Ends’ book published in 1988 describes Emma as being ‘the posh bird who giggles in the background’. Which was indeed all that Emma did on ‘Loose Ends’. But her dad was Radio 4 favourite/Liberal MP Clement Freud… Who has since been unmasked as a sexual predator, including towards underaged girls. Clement’s son was PR guru Matthew Freud. See previous posts. Gee, why ever didn’t we hear about Clement’s sexual assaults on teenagers then Matthew?? Emma Freud is married to Richard Curtis, who, with Ben Elton, wrote ‘Blackadder’. Ben Elton’s dad Lewis Elton was a Prof at Surrey University when I worked there in 1988 (see previous posts for details of Ben, his dad and others in their network). Emma and Richard were very conveniently living in New York during the year that Clement’s lecherous ways made headline news. They were off just before the story broke and then back again after the dust had settled.

Victor Lewis Smith, the film, TV and radio producer, had a regular spot on ‘Loose Ends’ from 1986. Victor Lewis Smith also worked on ‘That’s Life’. Lewis Smith is a York University graduate who presented his own programme on Radio York before joining Radio 4. Yorkshire: Savile ruled the region. Lewis Smith has written for ‘Time Out’, ‘Private Eye’, ‘Mail On Sunday’, ‘Esquire’, ‘Daily Mirror’, ‘The Independent’, ‘Harpers and Queen’ and ‘The Guardian’.

Stephen Fry was a regular on ‘Loose Ends’ in the 1980s. The Stephen Fry of ‘I took cocaine in Buck House, aren’t I naughty’ and ‘I’m friends with Prince Charles as well’ fame; the Stephen Fry who was/is a Labour Luvvie and is President of MIND. Fry rather blotted his copy book with supporters of MIND when he sent out a rude tweet about the self-pity of someone who was Sharing re their experience of sexual abuse. Shortly after the furore, Fry tweeted that his earlier tweet didn’t express his views; although it obviously had 20 mins previously. I don’t know why anyone was surprised that Stephen wasn’t as cuddly and fluffy as they presumed; Fry was born into a fair degree of privilege but believes that it had no effect at all on his later achievements and quips that of course public school didn’t help him, he was expelled from several but still ended up at Cambridge after serving a prison sentence. That is indeed true Stephen, but the difference between you and the people with whom I was banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, was that they were not guilty of the crimes for which they went to prison and no-one gave them a second chance yet alone a place at Cambridge when they came out of jail. Not that they all did come out, quite a few were found dead in prison.

Stephen Fry used to joke that prison wasn’t so bad, he wasn’t raped in the showers by Mr Big. Had Stephen been a kid in care in north Wales rather than the son of a Gov’t scientist, he’d have been raped repeatedly before he ever got as far as prison. And Carlo would not have invited him to Royal premises where Fry could enjoy a few snorts, any plea from Stephen to Carlo for help would have resulted in a letter from Carlo’s office saying that he could not get involved.

Stephen Fry famously made TV programmes about being a manic depressive to enlighten everybody else on the matter. Which seriously pissed off a few manic depressives known to me; they all had the same response: ‘he’s in fucking private clinics in America, just look at what is happening to us..’.

I don’t blame Stephen Fry one bit for not checking into Denbigh or the Hergest Unit, but he didn’t do people with serious mental illness any favours with his Public Information Broadcasts. More of a PR job for the Top Docs really wasn’t it Stephen?

I was amused to find that not long after I blogged about the messy reality of the Top Docs ‘diagnoses’ and ‘cures’ for prostate cancer, Stephen sent out a tweet explaining that he had recently had prostate cancer, his prostate had been removed and how grateful he was to the Top Docs for Saving His Life. Stephen Fry has had a good classical education but he knows bugger all about cancer research and the prevailing practices in that field. However he is intelligent enough to know that he cannot ever know whether the Top Docs did save his life or not, because there is not an identical Stephen Fry who did not have his prostate removed to use as a control. So Stephen is now doubly incontinent and impotent, which if it did save his life was worth it; but he does not know whether his life was saved or not. But I know that the PSA tests are throwing up a lot of false positives…

My friends who’s media careers were ruined used to meet Stephen Fry and Ben Elton at various events!

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Jonathan Ross also starred in ‘Loose Ends’ in the late 1980s. The Jonathan who was always an offensive twat but who somehow got away with it for years until he and Russell Brand rang up Andrew Sachs and boasted about Brand shagging Sachs’s granddaughter. There was much shock-horror re the upsetting of a national treasure and a granddad, which eclipsed the rather more unedifying spectacle of Brand bragging about whom he had sex with, when the woman concerned probably just wanted to forget all about the toe rag. Woss and Brand were middle aged men, not 15 years old, so I can’t work out why they were ever received in polite company again.

As for Ned Sherrin; er, where shall I start? Originally a barrister, smug, narcisstic and openly gay even back in the days of ‘That Was The Week That Was’ and David Frost etc. So Ned knew all of the Footlights/BBC 1960s crowd, all of whom knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, Jimmy Savile etc. Some of them, like Jonathan Miller and Graham Chapman, knew about north Wales too…See previous posts.

Ned was the John Biffen of the BBC; the clever son of Somerset farmers who made it big. Like Biffen’s family, I think that Ned’s family were impressed by him even if they privately raised eye-brows. They were fairly mainstream Somerset farmers of their generation, so they must have been a little surprised at Ned’s activities.

Ned went to Sexey’s School at Bruton; yes it was really called that. When I was a teenager, the other schools in Somerset used to play Sexey’s School at team sports, Sexey’s seemed to take team games quite seriously.

I might return to ‘Loose Ends’ in a future post, I am still digging…

 

So this was the context in which Alf Dubs’s Amazing True Story was revealed and subsequently broadcast by Esther in February 1988. How did Esther get hold of Lord Alf’s True Story? Amazingly enough, that possessor of a big heart Robert Maxwell was the conduit.

It is often reported that Nicholas Winton, Lord Alf’s saviour, ‘suppressed’ his humanitarian exploits for many years. However, Winton mentioned them in his election material while unsuccessfully standing for election to the Maidenhead Town Council in 1954.

Yet Winton’s rescue achievements ‘went unnoticed for half a century, until in 1988 his wife found a detailed scrapbook in their attic, containing lists of the children, including their parents’ names and the names and addresses of the families that took them in. She gave the scrapbook to Elisabeth Maxwell, a Holocaust researcher and wife of media magnate Robert Maxwell…

Mrs Winton handed that scrapbook over to Cap’n Bob’s wife just like that…

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Winton himself could not remember the reason why this was done. Letters were sent to each of these known addresses and 80 of “Winton’s children” were found in Britain.’

One of whom was Alf!

In February 1988, Alf was invited as a member of the audience to ‘That’s Life’. At one point, Nicholas Winton’s scrapbook was shown and his achievements were explained. Esther asked whether anybody in the audience owed their lives to Winton, and if so, to stand – more than two dozen people surrounding Winton rose and applauded. Well fancy them all turning up like that! But would anyone have actually known if they really all had been saved by Winton? I bet that Esther didn’t take the microphone around to each and every one of them. The BBC were always fiddling figures and rigging situations, those standing up could have been anyone. Furthermore, Alf himself didn’t know that he’d been rescued by Winton until Esther told him…

Although a stockbroker, Winton was also ‘an ardent socialist who became close to Labour Party luminaries Nye Bevan, Jennie Lee and Tom Driberg’. Tom Driberg was a controversial figure in the Labour Party, being a bisexual communist with criminal connections. It was later revealed that Driberg had been working for the security services.

Alf Dubbs served as the Labour MP for Battersea South, 1979-83 and then Battersea, 1983-87. In 1988, when Alf’s True Story received all that heart melting coverage, the Windbag was the Leader of the Labour Party. The Windbag who knew Tony Francis and who was married to Glenys, the school teacher from Holyhead. Glenys’s parents had been Labour Party activists and were good mates with Lord Cledwyn, who in his capacity as the MP for Anglesey and Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68, as well as a member of the Lords, for decades played a major role in concealing the crimes of Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Lord Cledwyn, along with Harold Wilson, Jim Callaghan, the Windbags and the rest of the Labour Party, also concealed the sex offending of George Thomas aka Viscount Tonypandy, who despite being a Labour politician, was a mate of Thatch and a big fan of the Royals.

 

In Dec 1987, Alison Taylor had been sacked by Gwynedd County Council. She had written to Thatch in Jan 1987 about the abuse of kids in care in north Wales and on Feb 28 1988 Alison wrote to Tony Newton, the then Health Minister.  Alison had also reported abuse to the North Wales Police, only to be told that she lacked credibility and was ‘manipulating’ children into making complaints. By Feb 1988, Mary had won her case against Dafydd et al, but they were refusing to pay her the damages that had been agreed.

By Feb 1988, my official complaint against Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services, Dafydd et al was lodged with the NHS and was the responsibility of the Medical Ombudsman in the Welsh Office, Professor Robert Owen. Who was one of Dafydd’s mates from the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire. Robert Owen was the Professor of Orthopaedic Surgery at Liverpool and also worked as a consultant at Alder Hey Children’s Hospital (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). While my complaint was supposedly being handled, the crooked lawyer from the Welsh Office, Andrew Park, was busy advising Dafydd et al on fitting me up…

By Feb 1988, the shit was hitting the fan in Cleveland in the form of the child abuse scandal there, which was the result of the gang operating in the north east of England with direct links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. Lord Justice Elizabeth Butler-Sloss was employed to Chair the whitewash for that matter. See post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’. Butler-Sloss was the sister of Michael Havers, who as Attorney General under Thatcher had blocked the prosecution of a number of well-connected paedophiles, including the diplomat and MI6 officer, Sir Peter Hayman.

 

Alf Dubs’s constituency of Battersea fell within Wandsworth Borough Council. Wandsworth Council, along with the staff of St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital, were facilitating a big paedophile ring which operated in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). My documents show that there was a direct link between Wandsworth Social Services and Lucille Hughes of Gwynedd Social Services, Tony Francis and Dafydd. There were also direct links between St George’s/Springfield and Tony Francis and Dafydd. Donald Naismith, the Director of Education for Wandsworth, was known to be an active paedophile who was abusing kids in care. See previous posts.

St George’s Hospital had a close historical link with the Duke of Westminster. The Duke’s ancestors had donated the money and land which had led to the establishment of the original St George’s at Hyde Park Corner, Knightsbridge. When St George’s relocated to their new building in Tooting Broadway in 1980, the Duke demanded of Thatch that the Hyde Park Corner building – worth a great deal of money – should be returned to him, although it belonged to the Dept of Heath. The Duke was allowed to buy the building back for £6k… See previous posts.

In 1988, the year that Alf’s True Story took the world by storm, Professor Sir William Asscher, who as a Top Doctor in Cardiff for many years concealed organised abuse right across Wales, was appointed Dean of St George’s. When in Wales, Asscher had concealed George Thomas’s offending and the crimes of Dafydd et al. The previous Dean of St George’s had been deposed after Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, was imprisoned in 1986 for the possession of child porn. Ollie was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring. Asscher spent the next eight years concealing the rest of the ring at St George’s/Springfield/Wandsworth, on Alf’s doorstep.

William Asscher’s first name was Adolf but he preferred not to use it. Asscher’s family were Dutch Jews who were deported to Westerbork transit camp, where Asscher’s mother secured their release in 1943 by fabricating claims to be of English descent. The family then came to Britain. See previous posts.

Adolf Asscher was just two years younger than Alf Dubbs.

 

In 1988, matters regarding the paedophile ring in the Leicestershire area were beginning to gather steam. Investigations were beginning after complaints about, among others, Greville Janner, one of Dubs’s fellow Labour MPs. Janner was a barrister, also Jewish and a leading light in the Jewish community. Janner’s father, Barnett Janner, had held Janner’s Leicester seat before him. Barnett Janner was also a lawyer and leader in the Jewish community who had moved to Leicester from Cardiff when Barnett was younger and in search of a seat.

In the autumn of 1987, Dr James Earp of the Towers Hospital, Leicester, concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales. See previous posts.

 

One high profile lawyer in south Wales in 1988 was Leo Abse, a Jewish lawyer who until June 1987 had been the Labour MP for Torfaen. Abse was a crook and a close friend of George Thomas. Abse admitted threatening and paying people off in order to protect George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse’s brother Danny was a poet and worked as a Top Doctor in south Wales. The Abse family all had a keen interest in psychoanalysis. See previous posts.

It was Leo Abse who, virtually single-handedly, was responsible for the Children Act 1975, which resulted in hundreds of kids in care being sent to north Wales (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Abse twisted the arms of Jim Callaghan and Dr Death in order to help him achieve this aim. Jim Callaghan had known Glenys Kinnock’s parents as long ago as when Glenys was a schoolgirl in Holyhead. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Docs in north Wales who were facilitating Dafydd’s gang (see posts ‘Dr Death’ and We’ve Been Expecting You…’). Audrey Callaghan was in on the dinners where Leo Abse persuaded Jim Callaghan to support a rewriting of the legislation with regard to the welfare of children. Audrey had colluded with child abuse when she had sat on the London County Council. In 1969, Audrey Callaghan became the Chair of the Board of Governors of Great Ormond Street Hospital, where Savile dropped in on the kiddies trapped in their hospital beds whenever he felt like it. Audrey continued raising funds for GOSH for the next thirty years. The Princess of Wales was President of GOSH from 1989 and Di was involved with the fund-raising efforts of GOSH.

Leo Abse has been investigated for historical sex offences.

Jim Callaghan hated George Thomas but concealed his activities because Thomas was such a big vote puller in south Wales.  George Thomas was an enthusiastic supporter of medical charidees and also did much for the University Hospital in Cardiff, which was where William Asscher worked. Now which south Wales big wigs with feet in Cardiff and London and interests in medical charidees could have possibly been instrumental in the relocation of William Asscher to St George’s when the wheels very nearly came off the bandwagon after Ollie was jailed??

Here’s a smug old bastard who ensured that no-one would vote Labour for a very long time:

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Leo Abse had supporters in the form of the Windbags. The Windbags were quoted in the press as having said of Leo Abse that ‘Leo was courageous, highly principled, very funny and totally unique.’ Leo was also very unpleasant.

The Windbags were friends with Claire Rayner, an Angel who by the 1980s was a regular on the BBC and in the tabloids. Rayner knew about organised abuse of children and vulnerable people at the hands of health and welfare professionals, she knew about Jimmy Savile and remained silent about all of it throughout her entire life (see post ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’). Claire Rayner is a good friend of Helena Kennedy QC.

Helena was a leading light in WISH (Women In Special Hospitals) which was established in the mid-1980s to support female patients in Broadmoor, Ashworth and Rampton. Helena knew that scores of women in those institutions were there for no other reason than that they repeatedly self-harmed or tried to kill themselves as a result of the abuse that they had suffered as kids in care or in the mental health system. Helena said nothing about this and she said nothing about Savile’s offending in Broadmoor either, although two female patients there killed themselves because of Savile’s assaults on them. See post ‘Close Your Eyes And Make A WISH’. For years, Helena worked closely with Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s/Springfield Hospital (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’), who was one of those concealing the trafficking ring in south London and who also colluded with Dafydd et al in north Wales (see previous posts).

The Windbag is Wales Patron of the Helena Kennedy Foundation.

Helena Kennedy worked with Claire Rayner on the panel which provided the advice re medical services in HMP Holloway in 1999, when there were great numbers of seriously distressed women in Holloway. The advice provided by Rayner and St Helena was to transfer the women to secure hospitals – where many of them had previously been abused…

The Holloway ‘initiative’ involving Rayner and Kennedy was announced on the day that Miranda’s Prisons Minister Paul Boateng visited Holloway. It was the Windbag who made Paul Boateng a junior Treasury spokesman in 1989.

 

As a young barrister, Helena Kennedy worked in Took’s Court, Michael Mansfield’s chambers. Mansfield lived in Wandsworth. Mansfield knew what was happening in north Wales and did not respond to it, even when I wrote to him in 1993. Mansfield had handled the trials of some of the men who rioted at Risley Remand Centre in 1989. Mansfield knew that the medical wing at Risley was full of kids in care from north Wales and Dafydd’s patients (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Mansfield didn’t represent them or ever talk about their plight.

Helena Kennedy was President of the National Children’s Bureau (NCB), with which the paedophile social work academic Peter Righton was involved. Righton was employed by Keele University; Mansfield is a Keele graduate.

 

After discovering his own True Story, Alf Dubs campaigned for Nicholas Winton to be honoured. Winton was knighted in 2002.

Dubs was educated at Cheadle Hulme School, which is in Greater Manchester, near to the wealthy parts of Cheshire eg. Wilmslow, Altrincham. Many of the professional people who concealed Dafydd’s gang which operated in north Wales/Cheshire lived in the Wilmslow/Altrincham area. Dubs studied at the LSE, an institution which educated numerous people who were either involved in the abuse in north Wales/Cheshire or who concealed it. Dubs worked as a local government officer before entering politics. The local government officers trade unions NUPE and NALGO – which merged to form UNISON – contained many people who had been involved with the abuse of children in care. Not only did NUPE and NALGO provide full protection to their members who had abused children, but in some cases – including in north Wales/Cheshire – it was the union reps who had abused the kids. Jeremy Corbyn worked for NUPE before he became an MP and Alun Michael, whom Miranda imposed upon Wales as First Secretary/FM – Michael is another Keele University graduate – also had a deep and meaningful relationship with NUPE.

Dubs lost his Commons seat at the General Election of 1987. From 1988 to 1995, Dubs was Director of the Refugee Council. In 1994, he became a Labour peer. On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June 1994, the trial of Arnold’s friend and colleague at Bryn Estyn, Peter Howarth, for sexually abusing boys in care began. John Smith, the Leader of the Labour Party, had died on 12 May 1994 after Bart’s hospital had been unable to revive him following a heart attack. On 8 July 1994, Peter Howarth was found guilty of child sexual abuse and sentenced to ten years in prison. Miranda became Leader of the Labour Party on 21 July 1994.

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Before becoming an MP, Miranda had been a pupil barrister of George Carman QC, the crooked, much-feared barrister who was retained by Jimmy Savile. Cherie worked in Carman’s Chambers until 1988. Before Carman relocated to London after he acted for Jeremy Thorpe at the Old Bailey in 1979, Carman worked in Chambers in Manchester and lived in Cheshire, on Lord Alf Dubs’ old stomping ground. It was the presence of Killer Carman in particular on the planet that caused so many people to feel that they could not print a word about Savile or indeed the rest of the crew, including Dafydd. When Gillian Taylforth, the East Enders actress, sued ‘The Sun’ for libel in Jan 1994, Carman caused her so much distress that Taylforth collapsed in court. The scene was treated as one huge entertaining spectacle. Taylforth lost the case and it cost her a fortune. The Presiding judge was Justice Drake, who had presided over the Dec 1994 trial which resulted when the former North Wales Police senior officer Gordon Anglesea sued ‘Private Eye’ and others for libel after they had published allegations that Anglesea had sexually abused boys in care in north Wales. Anglesea won nearly £400k damages. George Carman QC represented ‘Private Eye’ et al and I believe deliberately threw the case (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). Shortly after the trial, one of the witnesses, Mark Humphreys, was found dead.

In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was convicted of the historical abuse of boys in care in north Wales and was imprisoned.

George Carman provided legal advice to a number of newspapers, including, for quite some time, to the Mirror. Which employed Miranda’s PR man Alastair Campbell, who doubles up as a MIND ambassador.

 

For years, people told me repeatedly that if I tried to take on Dafydd et al in court or ever published a word about them, they would produce George Carman QC and I’d be eaten for breakfast. Now I am sure that was true. But I’d like to make the point that the only reason why, after 1987-88, that Carman or someone like him could have devoured me was that by then, Dafydd et al had been allowed to lie and lie and lie – and document those lies as fact and send them to third parties – about me, as well as about my friends who knew what Dafydd et al had done and it would have been those lies that Carman would have relied upon to discredit us. When I first raised concerns about those we know and love, I, Brown, my two media friends and two other academic friends would have made excellent witnesses. We did not have criminal records, we were not alcoholics or addicts and none of us had been involved in sex work, porn etc. None of us had any of the characteristics that were used to discredit every other witness. Furthermore, my medical records were full of written admissions by Dafydd himself, as well as his colleagues, that the most serious crimes had been committed by them. Those documents were unlawfully witheld from me for decades; because the contents would have been enough to put a few people in prison.

The only reason why no-one could find ANYONE considered credible to give evidence against Dafydd et al was that every witness had been systematically trashed, unlawfully, by the forces of the state. I have mentioned many times previously on this blog that I have been made aware that EVERYTHING, from the day that I arrived at UCNW, was recorded by the security services because the whole place was bugged, probably because of the IRA and Welsh activism in UCNW, but also because of the fall-out from Mary Wynch’s case. No-one bugged UCNW – and later St George’s – to protect us. The info gained was used to protect Dafydd et al.

What use is it if MI5 record a gang of people traffickers threatening and intimidating a student who has complained about them and forging documents about her if they do not put a stop to it? What did they think they were doing when they recorded me telling my tutor and Dr D.G.E. Wood that Brown was receiving murder threats, knowing that the idiots Bell and Wood ignored me? The security services, over a period of years, recorded a murdering criminal gang at work. They did not stop them and they did not warn their targets/victims. That is why Killer Carman could put the fear of God into honest witnesses; he knew they all been fitted up and smeared and if anyone challenged him the crooked old bastard would just order a load of lies from members of the gang employed as professional people. Medical records were always an occasion for a party on behalf of the likes of Carman and they’d have had a ball with mine. They were substantially untrue and Carman would have known that, but no-one would have given a stuff.

Carman had such a serious alcohol problem that he employed his own personal Top Doc, who on one occasion set up an intravenous drip when Carman collapsed from alcohol poisoning in court. I bet that none of the ‘not credible’ witnesses to Dafydd et al have ever collapsed in court from alcohol poisoning. I can imagine what would have been said if they did.

Alastair Campbell was for a time as drunk as George Carman. Does that make Alastair someone who is Telling Lies About Top Doctors? No, it makes Alastair a MIND ambassador and the PM’s Press Officer.

 

It is not true that there was no evidence of a VIP paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire, there was mountains of evidence. The full forces of the British state were used to ensure that none of that evidence ever saw the light of day.

 

As for events in 1994, my documentation shows that while Matt Arnold was dying and Peter Howarth was standing trial and Miranda was busying himself becoming Leader of the Labour Party, those we know and love were carefully planning – yet again – my incarceration in a secure hospital. The plan swung into action after I and another patient had a meeting with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and told them that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that serious complaints were not being investigated. We were told by the members of the Commission, in front of nursing officer Jeff Crowther, that they had heard such complaints about Dafydd ‘all before’. Our complaints were never investigated, by the Commission or anyone else. At the time, William Bingley was Chief Exec of the Commission. After we made those complaints, Dafydd et al staged the throwing of a brick through his glass door in the early hours of the morning and claimed that I had done it. On the basis of no evidence at all linking me with this crime which had been staged anyway, details of this were given to the High Court in Liverpool to demonstrate what a danger to Dafydd I was. See posts ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’.

That brick has now become part of my ‘history’. Ooh she threw a brick through Dafydd’s door. Er – no, we’ve agreed that she didn’t. But we’ve recorded it all anyway and sworn it in an affidavit to Liverpool High Court. So we know that it happened!

In 1994, the Jillings investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was underway. The Jillings Report was published in 1996 and concluded that the abuse had been horrific and that the organised abuse of children in north Wales had stretched back way before 1974, probably as far back as the 1940s. Not that anyone but Clwyd County Council’s own insurers and lawyers ever read the Jillings Report. On the advice of Michael Beloff QC, the legal adviser to Municipal Mutual, Clwyd County Council’s insurers – Municipal Mutual also insured the North Wales Police – the report was witheld from everyone, including Clwyd’s own Councillors and subsequently pulped. See post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’.

Michael Beloff QC was and is a friend and colleague of Cherie and Beloff was a visitor to Chequers when Miranda became PM. Michael’s dad Lord Max Beloff was a pal of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who oversaw the abuse of kids in the care of Gwynedd. Lord Max was also involved with Thatcher’s fave university, the private University of Buckingham, of which Thatch served as Chancellor. See previous posts.

 

To return to Lord Alf, the hero of this story. He was given a peerage – in 1994! – and served as a junior Minister in the N Ireland Office, May 1997-Dec 1999, under Secretary of State Mo Mowlam. Who had spent her career in the north east of England, who knew about the trafficking gang up there which had direct links to Dafydd et al in north Wales and who as N Ireland Secretary knew all about the VIP paedophile at Kincora Boys’ Home, which was linked to the other gangs on mainland Britain. Lord Alf would have known about Kincora as well. Mo’s Top Doctor also assisted in the lies about Mo’s health when she developed a brain tumour. Mo was in a ropey state for a long time and it affected her performance when she was in the N Ireland office; this was known but concealed.

 

 

While Alf Dubs was still in the Commons, Labour supporting comedian John O’Farrell worked in Dubs’s office and was a Labour activist in Battersea. In his book, Things Can Only Get Better, O’Farrell described the events leading up to Dubs’s shock defeat by the Conservative John Bowis at the 1987 General Election. In 1986, my two friends who were sacked from the Royal Television Society and the BBC in the early 1990s shared a flat in Bethnal Green with some other Stirling University graduates, one of whom was a woman called Julia, who was then John O’Farrell’s girlfriend. Julia was very hostile to me when I shared the flat with them all for a short while in the autumn of 1986 and her ‘bad vibes’ as my friends described the situation continued towards my friends after I had moved out…

I remember it well, Julia sitting there glowering at us without explanation for hours on end. Never mind Julia, your ex did really well out of it, even if I and my two friends ended up with gangsters after us! O’Farrell wrote jokes for Gordon Brown and other New Labour big wigs…

Why did the Leftie cross the road? Er – some gangsters running a VIP trafficking ring were after his girlfriends’ flatmates and the Labour Party were too fucking spineless to speak up…

O’Farrell successfully campaigned for a new state secondary school to be opened in Lambeth – the Lambeth Academy – and became the Chair of Governors from its opening in 2004 until 2012.

 

Alf served on an Area Health Authority and more recently on a Mental Health Trust. I haven’t found out which ones, but ooh I can make a few guesses. Dubs was Chair of the Broadcasting Standards Commission until December 2003 and had previously been Deputy Chair of the Independent Television Commission. He is a Trustee of the Open University Foundation.

In the past, Dubs has been a local councillor, Chair of the Fabian Society, Chair of Liberty, a Trustee of Action Aid, a Trustee of the Immigration Advisory Service and of a number of other voluntary organisations.

Three patients at the Hergest Unit who were witness to the serious wrongdoing of Dafydd et al were involved with Action Aid.

In it’s previous incarnation, Liberty was the NCCL and there was much embarrassment when all that business of the NCCL supporting paedophiles’ rights in the 1970s appeared in the press some four years ago. Paul Boateng and Helena Kennedy were both leading lights in the NCCL.

Dubs is a Patron of Humanists UK, formerly known as the British Humanist Association. Claire Rayner served as both Vice-President and President of the British Humanist Association and many other paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the BHA (see previous posts).

In the Lords, Dubs has spoken on varied subjects including the National Probation Service and road safety. Dubs was Chair of the Road Safety Foundation. In north Wales, the Probation Service was involved with the organised abuse of children and vulnerable people.

Dubs lists his main home as a cottage in the Lake District in Cumbria, which enabled him to claim over £26,000 of overnight subsistence expenses in 2007/2008, although he has lived in Notting Hill, west London, since 1964. In May 2009, he argued in justification that Lords regard the overnight allowance as a payment in lieu of salary. “We are the only legislators in the world that don’t get paid,” he said. “The overnight thing is quite generous because it compensates for not having a salary. In practice that’s how it works.”

Dubs is a Vice-President of the Debating Group.

 

So Lord Alf, how did all that Compassion of yours somehow miss the enormous criminal network with its HQ on your doorstep in Wandsworth which traded in children and vulnerable people? You’ve been the public face of Waifs In Need since 1988. You knew that Ollie at St George’s had been imprisoned and following that there were three high profile scandals at St George’s starring Ollie’s colleagues. Then there were high profile investigations into paedophile rings in Islington, North Wales, Lambeth, Leicester and other places. Your colleague Greville Janner was interviewed under caution with regard to sexual assaults on children in 1990. Don’t tell me that you didn’t notice, because when Greville next appeared in the Commons, he was greeted with a round of applause, so happy were you all to see his his face again.

Lord Alf remained schtum throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry, the more recent revelations re Jimmy Savile and since then the discussions regarding the Westminster Paedophile Ring, including the offending of his fellow Labour peer Viscount Tonypandy.

Ever since Esther discovered Lord Alf’s True Story, at certain times of Peak Distress for Dafydd et al, Lord Alf has been trotted out in the media to remind the world that he was once a Waif who was rescued from Hitler. Little Nell Hodge played the Hitler card the other day when Jeremy Corbyn hurt her feelings; Little Nell was the Leader of Islington Borough Council when the paedophile gang which murdered some of the witnesses operated within that Council. Greville raised the spectre of Hitler as well when he first stood accused; he claimed that the allegations against him were a result of anti-semitism.

Anti-semitism does exist, but we should not allow people who very obviously have questions to answer to muddy the waters by conjuring up images of Hitler which are completely irrelevant to matters under discussion.

Oh, by the way – Esther is Jewish aren’t you Esther?

It is not anti-semitism, this is about NETWORKS which are being utilised. The Jewish network is not the only network that was/is used by this lot, they have used and exploited every network which any of them have ever touched.

The biggest and best network of all at their fingertips is that of the Top Doctors.

 

Esther felt the full force of the Top Doctors when the BBC and Esther were sued by Dr Sidney Gee in 1984 after Esther featured him on ‘That’s Life!’ in June 1983. Sidney Gee was a ‘weight loss specialist’ who, from what I deduced, certainly had questions to answer. He wasn’t as excessive as Dafydd, but if I wanted to lose weight I would not have gone to Sidney Gee, no matter how desperate I was. Sidney Gee also sued two Top Doctors who appeared on ‘That’s Life’ discussing his treatment of patients, Dr Clemency Mitchell, a GP from Berkshire and Dr Roger Blackwood, a consultant physician at the King Edward Hospital, Windsor. Other defendants were the Chief Presenter of ‘That’s Life’ Gavin Campbell and Gordon Watts, Editor. Gee won the case and it cost the BBC more than a million.

Who acted for Dr Sidney Gee? Er, a Michael Beloff QC…

Esther never touched a Top Doctor again; shortly after Sidney Gee clobbered her, she joined forces with them when she launched her lame anti-child abuse campaign, then her mental health campaign, then her anti-drugs campaign… Child Abuse, Mental Illness, Drug Abuse – can anyone see Dafydd hidden in the picture?

Esther nearly got her fingers burnt again when in 1987, she exposed Holyrood House, a ‘nursing home’ for psych patients in Llandudno, in which patients were being beaten up and abused. Esther named and shamed one Margaret Richards as managing Holyrood House. Esther didn’t mention that all of the patients in Holyrood House had been sent there by one Dafydd Alun Jones and that he knew exactly what was happening to them. Nor did Esther mention the widespread rumours that Margaret Richards was yet another person whom Dafydd was shagging, that she purchased his suits for him – which might have been why they never fitted  – and that she was involved in crime in Llandudno. Esther quietly and very quickly dropped her interest in Holyrood House and returned to ringing the gas board and naming and shaming petty poorly paid officials as Jobsworth of the Month.

Millionaire Top Docs forcing kids and patients into sex work? No, Esther wasn’t going there. However she was happy to provide endless free PR for them.

In 1988 Esther launched another lame show, ‘Hearts Of Gold’. I have mentioned before that for a laugh my friends and I entered Dafydd for ‘Hearts Of Gold’ and asked Esther if Dafydd and his patients could meet Bob Monkhouse because they all loved ‘Bob’s Full House’. We pretended that the letter was from Janice Davies, Dafydd’s lying, crooked Nurse Rached at the North Wales Hospital. We never heard back from ‘Hearts Of Gold’, but years later, I found a copy of my letter to ‘Hearts Of Gold’ in my medical records, with accompanying documentation from those we know and love: Look what she has done now!!! Janice is a Senior Angel at the North Wales Hospital and she has IMPERSONATED Janice!!!

So who was Dafydd’s contact at ‘Hearts Of Gold’ then BBC??

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Lord Max Beloff was not the only link between Ioan Bowen Rees, the Fiery Welsh Nationalist Who Was Of The Gwerin And Who Hated The English. Ioan – who was incredibly enough an expert on local democracy and even published some highly rated volumes in the field, one of which was highly recommended by Lord Max – co-authored with the Irish historian Owen Dudley Edwards (see post ‘Events, Dear Boy, Events’). Owen Dudley Edwards is the brother of Irish writer Ruth Dudley Edwards. Ruth Dudley Edwards was married to Patrick Cosgrave.

Patrick Cosgrave brought up a Catholic, in poverty in Ireland. Cosgrave rebelled against the severe Catholic piety of his mother and his teachers and acquired a love of British history (or a certain interpretation of it) as a teenager, from reading Kipling, Churchill and Lawrence of Arabia. At University College Dublin, Cosgrave embraced the epithet “West Brit”; at a debate, when an opponent accused him of being “to the Right of Douglas-Home”, Cosgrave retorted that he was “to the Right of Lord Salisbury”. Cosgrave claimed that his grandfather, a warden in Mountjoy Prison, had beaten up Kevin Berry, a Republican rebel executed in 1920. Cosgrave partnered Anthony Clare to win the ‘Irish Times’ debate and the ‘Observer Mace’ debate. 

Anthony Clare was an associate of Dafydd’s from the Maudsley, who colluded with serious crime yet was robustly promoted by the BBC as a Caring Top Doc who’s hands were unsullied with the blood of the barbaric asylum docs from past times.

Patrick Cosgrave did his PhD at Peterhouse at Cambridge, which was renowned as a college where gay male students, along with some of their tutors did interesting things such as dressing up in women’s clothes and adopting girls’ names. Michael Portillo took part in such japes when he was at Peterhouse. Cosgrave was was among the Peterhouse alumni nicknamed “the reactionary chic” by the ‘New Statesman’. 

Having freelanced for Radio Telefis Eireann (RTE) while at UCD, Cosgrave was appointed as their London correspondent in 1968, when the Northern Irish Troubles revived. Cosgrave met all the leading politicians at Westminster, who were then brushing up on their Irish history and Cosgrave provided RTE with the fruits of his contacts. So Cosgrave knew about Kincora and allowed himself to be used by the British state, who ensured that the crime continued and that those responsible were never held to account.

After helping out the Gov’t which caused so much trouble in N Ireland, in 1969, Cosgrave joined the Conservative Research Dept, which was at the time known for being a haven of gay male Tories, some of whom went cruising for boys when in London and enjoyed holidays at a venue in Italy known as the ‘villa of shame’, where, according to Matthew Parris, ‘willing boys’ were supplied. At the Conservative Research Dept, Cosgrave became a Zionist. His job there included briefing Edward Heath on Prime Minister’s Questions, while continuing to write for ‘The Spectator’.

Cosgrave became political editor of ‘The Spectator’ in 1971, where his numerous, often scathing, articles about Heath’s leadership were influential in effecting the change to Thatch. 

In 1975, Cosgrave became Thatch’s advisor while she was Leader of the Opposition. One person who had been key to Thatch becoming Leader of the Tories in 1975 was Peter Morrison. Thatch dropped Cosgrave after winning power in 1979, although as her adviser, he had been viewed as a futire Cabinet Minister. By 1979, Cosgrave’s excessive boozing was impairing his reliability.

Subsequently, Cosgrave was briefly Editor-in-Chief of Tiny Rowland’s Lonrho publications. After this, Cosgrave earned a precarious living as a freelance journalist and by writing books, mainly political biographies. Among other publications, he wrote for ‘The Times’,  ‘The Daily Torygraph’ and ‘The Independent’.

Cosgrave’s 1978 biography of Thatch was faulted for hero-worship. His biography of Enoch Powell, whom he also admired, was made with access to Powell and his correspondence.

Cosgrave obtained a British passport and sometimes attended services of the Church of England, while remaining agnostic. 

Cosgrave married three times and divorced twice. It was his first marriage in 1965 that was to Ruth Dudley Edwards, his fellow student at UCD and, later, Cambridge. He married Norma Green, mother of his daughter Rebecca, in 1974; and Shirley Ward in 1981. Shirley Ward was Secretary of the European Democrats at the European Parliament. 

Patrick Cosgrave had financial problems from the late 1970s and when Norma Green left him in 1980, Rebecca was made a ward of court. I bet that no-one dared entrust Rebecca’s welfare to Gwynedd Social Services. In 1981 the Inland Revenue filed a tax demand for over £10,000 and Cosgrave was declared bankrupt.His debt of £18,700 was discharged in 1985.

Cosgrave died of heart failure at the age of 59 in 2001, the year following the Waterhouse Report. His poor health was exacerbated by heavy drinking and smoking.

 

The Defender of Fortress Gwynedd Against Thatch:

  •  It’ll be Christmas before too long, so I’ll get ready to drive around Caernarfon equipped with a loud hailer on the car roof, to give everyone a rendering of some traditional Gwynedd County Council hymns and arias, including ‘Yma O Hyd’ and of course ‘Tomorrow Belongs To Me’. See you at the festivities Dafydd Iwan!

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Now Lord Alf, do us all a favour and spare us your Compassion. We’ve all suffered quite enough at the hands of Mindfulness practitioners. When they spread their Compassion around north Wales, the following scenarios were not unusual:

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This is what you did. All of you. While you bollocked on about Enemies Within, about being the first Kinnock in a Thousand Generations and Caring and Sharing and Prison Works and being Tough On Crime and Tough On The Causes of Crime. The security services knew exactly what was going on and told their political masters, who decided that it was going to continue.
People who went to the police were found dead. Or sometimes their children were.
Now just fuck off, the lot of you. You have caused enormous suffering and it was my friends who died while you troughed. Fuck off and now. You have been exposed for what you are and we don’t need any more of you mouthing off about Compassion or Stigma or Men Who Won’t Share.

 

A Vortex Of Eternal Shame

While I was listening to the radio the other evening when the ludicrous scrap between Margaret ‘Little Nell’ Hodge and Jeremy Corbyn was being discussed, Tom Watson was quoted as saying that anti-semitism in the Labour Party was a ‘vortex of eternal shame’. At least I think that’s what Tom was referring to, the scrap over the hurt feelings of Little Nell has now become so complex and involves so many people that I am losing track of who has accused who of what as well as the hyperbole which has been used to describe it.

The business of Little Nell feeling offended has completely engulfed the Labour Party, particularly now that Little Nell has hired Royal Lawyers Mishcon de Reya to fight her corner. Lest the Tories found themselves in danger of using the disarray among the opposition to their advantage, they’ve now begun their own civil war after Boris wrote an article in the Torygraph that was far less offensive than Boris’s articles usually are, in which he argued that Muslim women should not feel obliged to be fully veiled, it should be a matter of choice. There are demands for Boris to be expelled from the Parliamentary Party for er, telling Muslim women what to wear.
Things became really surreal this morning when I heard Paddy Ashdown on the ‘Today’ programme stating that a new centre party should be formed. Paddy, we’ve been there, is was called the SDP, then it merged with the Liberal Party to form the Lib Dems. You are a member of that party Paddy, indeed you were the leader of that party for a number of years, precisely 1988-99.
Things are no better in Wales. Adam Price wants Plaid to rename itself and has said that Plaid will lose power if Leanne remains leader. Adam Price is one of the few politicians who has a brain, he must have noticed that Plaid isn’t in power.
As the nation’s politicians have clearly all gone completely mad, surely it is now time for Dr Death to enter centre stage once more and save the day, as is his habit at times of crisis.
I’m not sure that there is such a degree of anti-semitism in the Labour Party that it can fairly be described as a ‘vortex of eternal shame’, but I did like Tom’s phrase and it does neatly encapsulate the way in which the UK’s politicians have concealed the abuse of vulnerable people by the welfare services for decades, so I’ve plagiarised Tom’s wonderful words for this blog post title.
 In recent posts I’ve maxed out on political history because that’s what I’m really interested in so there is always a danger that when I begin blogging about that, I take it further than most readers of this blog will find interesting. It also means that I still haven’t named all the witnesses and accessories to the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the gang. So I’ll name a few more in this post.

 

In previous posts I’ve described how after raising concerns about Gwynne the lobotomist et al, Brown and I found ourselves surrounded by some rather odd people who in the guise of housemates and various other associates of ours, wasted much of our time and often our money as well and frequently left us exhausted. I explained that I have received convincing evidence that many of these people were undercover police/members of the security services who were sent after us, such was the anxiety that we were going to realise that we had stumbled upon the Westminster Paedophile Ring and start publishing. Our encounters with such folk came thick and fast after the mid-1980s.

Someone has reminded me of the truly bizarre summer of 1984, just after graduation, when our shared house on Anglesey was inundated with visitors who moved in to stay for a few weeks whom we did not even know. It all began before finals when we advertised a spare room and a marine biology student called Liz moved in.

I cannot remember what Liz’s surname was because she wasn’t one of our crowd and she only lived at our house for a short while. But her presence in our house could well have been important, because of who her dad was. He was a fairly high ranking police officer serving with the Cheshire force. The Cheshire force, along with the North Wales Police, were the main colluding police officers with Dafydd’s gang. Sir Peter Morrison was the MP for Chester then and it has now been admitted that the Cheshire police caught Morrison abusing boys on a number of occasions but took no action against him. When Liz lived with us, Morrison was Minister for Employment, under Secretary of State for Employment Tom King. The Tom King who was the Tory MP for my original home town of Bridgwater, who was personally known to the people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales and who by 1987 had found themselves feted by the offspring of rich and famous Tories and in soon in possession of substantial sums of money (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

In 1984 the Home Secretary was Leon Brittan, who has been named as a child abuser. I have not spent much time on this blog discussing the allegations that Brittan was a sex offender because no-one has sent me any evidence that he was and Brittan’s name does not appear on any documents from my own files. I have however discussed in earlier posts what was happening in the Home Office when Brittan was Home Secretary. Brittan was handed a dossier by Geoffrey Dickens MP which named Westminster figures and other ‘VIPs’ who were abusing children and detailed their crimes. After ‘forgetting’ that Dickens had given him this file, Brittan then admitted receiving the dossier but subsequently ‘lost’ it. Investigations years later revealed that numerous files concerning allegations and information relating to the Westminster Paedophile Ring had ‘gone missing’ from the Home Office.

At the same time, Thatcher’s Gov’t had effectively created a highly paid national police force which frequently acted as the Gov’ts own personal enforcers. This was very obvious during the policing of the Miners’ Strike, 1984-85. Endemic police corruption and brutality was ignored (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). The Prison Service was in a similar state and Risley Remand Centre was run as Dafydd’s personal prison, with the ‘hospital wing’ being full of kids from the north Wales children’s homes or mental health patients who had not even been found guilty of the frequently trumped up charges on which they had been arrested. Many were found dead in their cells. See post ‘Include Me Out’.

The Home Office was corrupt through and through.

Liz’s family were all Tories and one conversation that I remember having with her was her family’s loathing of their constituency MP, the Labour member for Crewe and Nantwich, Gwyneth Dunwoody. Dunwoody concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang, as did her husband John Dunwoody, a Top Doctor who was also the Labour MP for Falmouth and Camborne, 1966-70 (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). John Dunwoody served as Chairman of the Kensington, Chelsea and Westminster Area Health Authority, 1977-82, Chairman of the Family Planning Association, 1981–87 (see post ‘The Great Stink’ for info about the FPA) and Chairman of the Bloomsbury District Health Authority, 1982–90. From 1996 Dunwoody was Vice-Chairman of the Merton, Sutton and Wandsworth Local Medical Committee. John Dunwoody concealed the paedophile gangs operating in Islington and south London and the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring as well. Dunwoody was living in Languedoc when he died after an accident at home in 2006.

John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which kids in care were taken ‘on holiday’. Dafydd held ‘clinics’ in the south of France. In 2005 my lawyers summoned Keith Thomson, the Chief Executive of the North West Wales NHS Trust, before a High Court judge who threatened to jail Thomson if he did not hand over my medical records which had been unlawfully withheld. When we received the records and read the degree of wrongdoing which had been documented, Brown and I made it clear that one day we would publish. It was at this time that John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer and that my car was broken into and nothing stolen but letters from my lawyer. Then my brakes were tampered with, causing me to nearly crash and I was constantly stopped by the police when out driving, on one occasion being accused of stealing my own car. Stopped by the police three times in one day over a journey of 10 miles was my personal best…

Liz’s family did not hate Gwyneth Dunwoody for concealing organised crime, along with her husband. (Dunwoody’s daughter Tamsin later joined in the party and served as the AM for Preseli Pembrokeshire, 2003-07. See posts ‘Message To Tamsin!’ and ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’. There was a long standing paedophile gang in west Wales with links to Dafydd’s gang and while Tamsin was AM there were scandals regarding the abuse of kids in care in Pembrokeshire. ) Liz and her parents hated Gwyneth Dunwoody for being smug, rude and disrespectful. By that time Dunwoody was facing allegations of financial dishonesty and there was massive pressure on her to stand down as MP. Dunwoody didn’t and no-one made her. Furthermore although Dunwoody was subsequently bankrupted and had her house repossessed, she bounced back financially remarkably quickly and was soon living the good life again. The world was told that this was because Gwyneth was a Strong Woman. It was rather more likely that it was because she was a corrupt old bag who was concealing the crimes of professional people and some others in very high places. Including police officers who hated her.

Liz only ever did one thing at our house that was unacceptable and caused a problem. When her parents came up for graduation, Liz colonised the room of one of the others who lived in our house and told her parents that they could use his room to sleep in. The young man who’s room it was had no idea that this was happening, he’d gone to stay with his mum near Pwllheli for a few days and hit the roof when he returned to find that the policeman from Cheshire and his wife had been kipping in his room. I thought at the time that it was a bit odd that a well-paid middle-aged middle-ranking police officer and his wife were dossing down in a student house without permission. The mum of the young man who’s room was commandeered  fostered children and openly talked about the appalling social workers in Gwynedd who did not give a damn about the children in care. Her son knew a great deal about the police corruption in north Wales as well.

When Liz moved into our house, her boyfriend Andreas moved in as well. Liz then went to spend an extended time at her parents’ house in Cheshire, but Andreas remained living at our house. Andreas was German and I think that he was a postgrad who had just finished his course. I liked Andreas, he was very friendly and chatty and was a member of the German Greens and we used to spend hours discussing all sorts of things. I’ve been told recently that Andreas was some sort of undercover officer who gathered information on Brown and me. Andreas knew Brown’s brother as well, because he came up to stay with us that summer too.

Although Andreas was very helpful around the house and did more than his share of the housework, cooking etc, he took a leaf out of Liz’s book and invited family and friends to stay without warning us. Indeed, Andreas invited a great many of his friends and relations to stay and throughout the summer of 1984 our house was a very busy and full place. The first visitor to arrive was a friend of Andreas’s who was a student who’s hobby was photography. Like Andreas, he was very chatty and friendly and involved with Green and anti-nuclear politics in Germany. He took photos absolutely everywhere, all the time. Hundreds of them, with one of those cameras that just takes photo after photo. Particularly of me, although I asked him not to. Me in the house, me walking through Bangor, me just everywhere. Someone else apart from those in our house knew about this, because I received a message last week asking me if I remembered the young German man who took all those photos of me in 1984… I haven’t been sent copies of the photos but I’ve been given enough info to know that the person who contacted me has either seen those photos or watched that young man taking them.

After the enthusiastic photographer, a German medical student called Johannes arrived. Johannes and I exchanged info about healthcare systems in the UK and Germany. Then a friend of Johannes’s arrived, an Austrian girl who told me about the belief that Austrians had that German youth were seriously over-indulged and took a great deal for granted. Which we then found out for ourselves when Andreas’s brother and his girlfriend arrived, who were a serious nightmare. All they talked about was drugs and how ‘Alice In Wonderland’ was really about psychedelics, they ate all our food, made a dreadful mess and were stoned all the time; I could hardly believe that Andreas and his brother were from the same family. It was after those two imposed themselves that we asked Andreas not to invite anyone else. Andreas moved out shortly afterwards.

When a series of young people from mainland Europe spent a few months dossing down at our house, I had no idea that Dafydd et al were part of a much bigger gang which stretched across Europe. I have mentioned before that the interest which members of Dafydd’s gang and their associates were showing in ‘European projects’ in the 1990s now looks very worrying indeed. I knew a little bit about one of the European projects with which some of the social worker colleagues of the gang were involved because some years later I worked on a European project with the two German professors who had carried out field work with those social workers a few years previously. I even read the transcripts of some of the interviews with the social workers that the German academics had recorded. I recognised some of the patients whom the social workers were discussing – they were people who had been abused and neglected by those social workers. I have no idea whether the visiting German academics, Prof Fritz Schutze and Prof Gerhard Reimann, had any idea that they conducted field work with the colleagues of a trafficking gang who had told the German visitors a pack of lies about the ‘excellence’ of the mental health services in north Wales.

The initial contacts with the German team were made either just before the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched or just after it opened. When I worked with Fritz and Gerhard, the Professor of Sociology at Bangor University and his senior sociologist colleague led the Bangor team, but from what I understood the links with Germany had been forged by a former member of Bangor staff, John Borland. I didn’t know John Borland, but what I do know is that when ‘service user involvement’ became obligatory for social work training, Borland established a business which supplied ‘service users’ for this very purpose. So not only did Borland make a bit of dosh out of ‘service user involvement’ himself, but he ensured a supply of approved service users to provide the ‘involvement’ and ‘feedback on services’. Had Borland not done this, the reality of clients’ experiences with the ‘services’ in north Wales would have been horribly visible – the violent assaults on patients, the perjury of staff in order to secure convictions against clients/patients and the crimes of that trafficking gang…

John Borland was married to Sandra Betts, a sociologist who was a specialist in Wimmin in Wales. By the time that I began working as a sociologist at Bangor, Sandra Betts was very nearly dead on her feet. She had been a very heavy smoker throughout her life which must have resulted in emphysema, because she had breathing difficulties and on the last occasion that I saw her, Betts was attached to a mobile oxygen supply. Sandra Betts was obviously too ill to work but she refused to step down. She remained a member of full-time salaried staff. Her lectures and marking were done entirely by two young female PhD students. They had such a heavy workload as a result of doing Bett’s job for her that I presumed that they were being paid. They weren’t. They were giving lectures and marking hundreds of exam scripts for no pay at all. I later met a female sociologist who had worked at Bangor years previously, before Betts was hooked up to oxygen. She told me that Betts’s work had always been done by unpaid PhD students and that Betts and her mates were a complete nightmare. This sociologist told me that Betts and her pals blew any good sociologists out of the water and this woman herself had resigned from her job at Bangor when she witnessed Betts and her accomplices deliberately mark an outstanding student down to ensure that she didn’t get a First because they didn’t want this young woman staying on in the Dept for a PhD.

It was one of Sandra Betts’s mates who tried to prevent the publication of a book that Brown and I wrote on women in mid-twentieth century rural Wales…

One of Borland and Betts’s mates was Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer. The Slayer was a grossly incompetent lecturer in social policy and law at Bangor. The Slayer’s twin brother Huw was one of the solicitors who sat in the Courts in north Wales throughout the 1980s and 90s watching Dafydd and the gang fitting people up. The Slayer’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, who was Director of Gwynedd Social Services when Gwynedd clients were dying of neglect and abuse and his wife is Joanna Griffiths, who was Director of Conwy Social Services, while clients in the care of that organisation were abused and trafficked. See previous posts, including ‘Are You Local?’ for further details of this mafia.

The Slayer made frequent visits to Europe, particularly the former Eastern Bloc countries as well as to Russia.

Please wake up everyone, can no-one really see what the interest in Europe on the part of Dafydd’s associates was all about. None of them were competent academics and they knew bugger all about European studies, in fact some of them were openly racist to the young Polish sociologist who joined the team at Bangor when the Professor of Sociology took over the European project. She spoke fluent English, Polish, German and Russian, had a First from a Polish university, another First from a UK university, an MSc from the LSE – where she achieved the highest mark in the statistics paper of any student – and then completed a PhD at Bangor University. She won a prize for being one of the best PhD students in the world in the year in which she submitted her thesis. She was turned down for the first post-doc job that she applied for at Bangor, by Professor Catherine Robinson, who has spent her entire career toadying to the paedophiles’ friends and was then told by the son of a social worker that she should not be given a job at Bangor because she wasn’t Welsh. Fortunately for Bangor, another post-doc job came up a while later with a Professor who is not a paedophiles’ friend and she was offered that post.

It really is tragic isn’t it. One of the best young sociologists in the world? Oh fuck off, we’re not employing her. Surely there must be someone who’s mum and dad are friends with Dafydd who could do with this job?

  • Older readers may remember the Monty Python Gumby Brain Specialist:

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I’ve just been watching a clip of the Windbag in his more recent years being interviewed by what looks like a student journo about the Windbag’s early career. Because the journo is not Paxman the Windbag patronises away and lets a few things slip. Things that members of the south Wales Labour Party will all know but that I didn’t. Precisely that the Windbag secured his nomination for the safe seat of Bedwellty (later Islwyn) with massive help from the NUM. That’s the NUM whom the Windbag failed to support when the NUM went on strike in 1984. I knew that many involved with that strike hate the old bastard and I’ve recently read references to the Windbag being known as ‘Ramsay MacKinnock’, but I had no idea that the Windbag was only ever selected as the Labour candidate for Bedwellty as a result of massive support from the NUM. It sounded like a highly co-ordinated campaign to get the Windbag selected as well and he won that selection against an NUM rep…

The Windbag’s predecessor was Harold Finch. I have not found an explanation as to why Finch stood down to make way for the Windbag. Finch was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1964-66, in Wilson’s first Gov’t. The child molester George Thomas was creeping around the Welsh Office by 1966, before becoming Secretary of State for Wales in 1968. The whole of the south Wales Labour Party knew that Thomas was molesting kids but everyone kept schtum. Thomas was a mate of Harold’s and led the General Election campaigns, sharing platforms with Harold. The Windbag’s in-laws’ friend Cledwyn Hughes was Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68. Lord Cledwyn was MP for Anglesey and concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al for decades. Wilson moved Lord Cledwyn from the Welsh Office against Lord Cledwyn’s wishes, to make way for George Thomas.

I mentioned in my post ‘The Great Stink’ that George Thomas loved the Top Docs and the NHS and because they were treating George Thomas for STIs and concealing his sex offending, George Thomas was greatly in debt to the Top Docs, so he raised dosh for medical charidees and snaffled the lion’s share of NHS funding for Wales to build the University Hospital in Cardiff.

Everyone knows about the Windbag’s humble origins and that his ‘political hero’ is Nye Bevan. If you’re an aspiring male Labour politician, it is obligatory for your political hero to be Nye Bevan, in the way that if you are an aspiring female Labour politician you have to admire Battling Barbara Castle. Who climbed the ladder on her back as the expression goes, but these days no-one mentions Babs’s extra-marital shagging with those who could help her career. Jack Straw could tell us all about it though, Jack was Battling Barbara’s adviser at the DHSS when Babs was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and other gangs, including the gang operating in Islington. Jack Straw was an Islington Councillor, he was Little Nell’s Deputy on the Housing Committee.

The Windbag is always described as a miner’s son. Can anyone remember what the Windbag’s mum did for a living? I can. The Windbag’s mum was a district nurse in south Wales. Working with all those other Angels and Top Docs who knew what George Thomas was doing.

It has been admitted that one of the many complaints about George Thomas was that he anally raped a ten year old boy. It wasn’t disputed that Thomas did this. The boy and his family were silenced and there was no police action.

Is there a clue among all this as to why a thick idiot who was a standing joke and by the standards of the time was considered worryingly young and inexperienced – and who later showed himself to have no principles at all – was selected for a safe Labour seat above so many other people with equally credible south Wales Labour credentials, including an NUM rep?

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

One of my friends was murdered Kinnock. In the spring of 1986. During that period of time which preceded the 1987 General Election that you really thought that you were going to win.

The Labour campaign in the 1987 General Election featured that famous Mandelson-inspired bit of PR, ‘Kinnock, The Movie’. In which the Windbag stressed his humble down-to-earth roots. Parts of the film were shot in north Wales. It was emphasised that Mrs Windbag was a school teacher from Holyhead on Anglesey.

There was an attempt to kill Brown’s brother as well at about the same time.

In 1985 Tony Francis, one of the Top Docs who was facilitating the trafficking gang with Dafydd, told me that the Tories would never win another election. I told him that they would because Kinnock was not credible and that Thatcher was playing PR games which for some reason the Labour Party would not expose.

Thatch was a big mate of George Thomas, although George Thomas was a Labour MP.

Tony Francis used to tell his patients that he knew Kinnock from his time at university in Cardiff. By the time that Tony Francis was telling people that his mate the Windbag was going to be the next PM, George Thomas had metamorphosed into this, thanks to Thatch:

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The PR which was generated by Mandy in a vain attempt to get the Windbag elected used to stress that Mrs Windbag was fruity and cleverer than the Windbag – well she could hardly have been more dim – and that at university they were known as ‘The Power and the Glory’. Mandy, you just made that up, I absolutely do not believe that those two lame dipsticks ever impressed their fellow students to such a degree that anyone bothered to coin a moniker for them, let alone that one.

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By the way suckers, Mandy was almost certainly working for the security services. He was probably recruited by Alan Bullock when Mandy was at Oxford University (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’).

Mandy, there was a big problem with organised child abuse being concealed at Gov’t level so of course I understand why fuckwittery and dressing up in various guises to get close to people in the Labour Party who had the dirt on George Thomas was resorted to. But you didn’t stop the crime. It got worse, you did not stop it. My friend Anne was killed AFTER all those Germans moved in with us and rifled through our undies, the attempt to kill Brown’s brother was made after the German Experience, as was the attempt to kill Brown, the ruining of my career and the careers of the other witnesses. Tories paid witnesses in Somerset for their silence after you had us under surveillance, you did not put a stop to any of it. It’s still going on Mandy, I’ve had to flee Wales and other witnesses have been wiped out by the NHS. It was only bloody Dafydd, surely it cannot have been rocket science to stop Dafydd, the Empowered Service Users rang him up, took the piss out of him and detailed his crimes to ‘Crimestoppers’ armed only with 2ps and a public phone box near Bethesda, if we knew what he was doing and where he was doing it, what was wrong with you? Dafydd used to tell us where he was, he tried to rub our noses in it, ‘Ooh I’m in the south of France with a GP friend, you must be in Bethesda…’. We might have been in Bethesda with only the bus to get us around, but we seemed to be rather more effective than the North Wales Police and the security services.

Mandy continued in his desperate quest to make the Windbag electable as PM after Labour’s 1987 General Election defeat. By the end of 1989, as the money began pouring into certain coffers in Somerset, Virginia Bottomley was Minister of State in the Dept of Health, under Secretary of State Ken Clarke. Virginia became Secretary of State for Health herself in 1992. Virginia was a psychiatric social worker before she became an MP (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ for details of Virginia, her extended family and there numerous links with paedophiles’ friends). Throughout all this Mandy waved pictures of red roses around. Mandy, you had your priorities wrong. Mandy made much of his task being making the Labour Party electable, but as far as I can see what Mandy did do very effectively was to ensure that serious organised crime completely colonised the welfare services.

The culmination of Mandy’s Project was someone who’s legacy has been every bit as bad as that of the Windbag.

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Why did the brother-in-law of your policy adviser nick my computer then Blair?

The Lord Mandelson, First Secretary of State, June 2009-May 2010

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Someone who witnessed serious abuse of mental health patients in north Wales for many, many years was an Angel called Mal Hendy. Mal was not abusive himself, he was a friendly scouser, but he knew how badly patients were being treated by his colleagues. Mal could not find a job in Liverpool in the 1980s, so he trained as an Angel and took a job in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Mal worked on Dwynwen and Seiriol Wards, the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd that were there before the Hergest Unit was built. Mal was on duty in 1985 when I was unlawfully detained on Seiriol Ward and had my first encounter with Dafydd. Mal knew that I had been unlawfully detained and he knew that it had happened after I’d refused to drop my complaint despite being threatened by Alun Davies. Alun Davies, the mental health services manager from the Rhondda – George Thomas’s neck of the woods – who hated north Wales and hated people from north Wales but who for some reason relocated to Gwynedd Health Authority. I know of at least one other person who was unlawfully detained in Seiriol Ward just after I was.

Mal was still working on Seiriol Ward in the early 1990s. He was on duty when I witnessed a highly aggressive male patient – who I think was one of Dafydd’s drug abuse patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who had been sectioned (and who kept trying to walk out of the ward but was forcibly dragged back again by a posse of male nurses who yelled at her that she wasn’t going anywhere) and punch her in the face. The teenager had not done anything at all to provoke him, this git had been threatening the female patients constantly and just hit her. She cried for hours and it was Mal who went and sat by her bed with her. The assault was not reported to the police and her parents were not told what had happened to her.

Mal openly told people that he really wanted to work as a CPN but he wasn’t going to work ‘with that bunch of bastards at College Road’. (26 College Road was the address of the offices of the highly abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team.) As far as I know, Mal never did resort to working with the vile Arfon CMHT, but he knew that they were abusing patients. Mal did eventually end up working as a community nurse though – he got a job with the drug and alcohol team at Llangefni. Dafydd was responsible for the drug and alcohol remit in north Wales. Llangefni had the biggest heroin problem in north Wales. Drug users told people – including me – that Dafydd would prescribe whatever they wanted, ‘anything at all’. Dafydd lived about two miles outside of Llangefni.

For those readers who are not familiar with north Wales, Llangefni is a small rural market town on Anglesey. It is not the Bronx. Or at least it shouldn’t be, but look who was there…

Previous posts have mentioned that when I lived near Bethesda and the paedophiles’ friends were doing charming things like trying to set fire to my house and telling my neighbours that I was a danger to their kids, a local builder and his wife, Tony and Norma, who lived down the road from me found out what was going on and were incredibly kind and supportive. Tony and Norma had three children, two teenagers, Helen and Spike and a younger boy, Arthur, who at the time was still at primary school.

Tony and Norma are dead now, they both died when they were not very old from cancer which the GPs in Bethesda failed to diagnose until they only had a short time to live and whoops, no effective treatment was available. Norma died first, soon after Brown and I began publishing about the mental health services. Norma offered to provide a witness statement to my lawyers regarding what she had seen happening to me a few years previously but died some months later. Norma died three weeks after she was diagnosed with cancer. She had already had a narrow escape back in the 1990s after she befriended me. Norma was ill for ages and Bethesda surgery swore blind that they had no idea what the problem was. It transpired that her IUD had perforated her uterus and she had developed sepsis. Norma only survived after being admitted to hospital as an emergency, where one Top Doctor spotted what the problem was. She was told that had it continued for another two days she would have died.

When Norma had sepsis, she was letting a house out to a lovely young couple, a Top Doctor (female psychiatrist) and a male psychiatric nurse, who worked at the Hergest Unit! They used to have a habit of arriving at Norma’s house just when I was visiting her, making conversation between Norma and me difficult. It was when she was ill that Norma became somewhat disillusioned with the clinical skills of her tenants. In desperation, not getting anywhere at all with Bethesda surgery, Norma rang her tenants for advice and explained that she had been coughing green gunge for weeks and couldn’t stop vomiting. The Top Doctor told her to go and get drunk and rang off. Norma only told me about this after she had nearly died, by which time the Top Doctor and her Angel boyfriend had left the area. The Top Doctor was a red-headed Irish girl, but I can’t remember her name. I think that she and the Angel got married after their attempt to assist Bethesda surgery with their efforts to kill Norma and they moved to Ireland.

On a visit to friends in Bethesda a few years ago I mentioned that I was going to drop in on Norma’s widower Tony. They were surprised that I didn’t know that Tony had died. Cancer, too far advanced to respond to treatment…

I was told a few weeks ago that Norma and Tony’s son Spike did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends to shaft me years ago. Spike became a builder like his dad and did some building work on my house. It was so bad that it had to be redone at great cost, but I didn’t feel able to tell Tony and Norma because I’d been mates with them for years. I have now been told that the shoddy workmanship was no accident.

I’ve now received information about Helen, which confirms something that I suspected years ago. Helen went into teaching after she left university and she began teaching a few years before I did. In 2001, I applied for a job at a school in north east Wales and I had a very positive first meeting with the Headmaster. He then introduced me to his Head of Science – it was Helen. I didn’t know that she was working there because I’d moved away from Bethesda and hadn’t spoken to her parents for a while and they didn’t know that I’d started teaching. When Helen saw me her jaw nearly hit the floor and the Headmaster cheerily suggested that we should go and have lunch together before I returned for a second interview with the school governors after lunch. I said, in front of the Headmaster, that I knew Helen from years ago…

As soon as the Headmaster left the room, Helen shrieked ‘I can’t do lunch, there’s something that I need to do’ and she disappeared. An hour later, I arrived for my interview with the governors. There were no ‘governors’, there was one governor. He sat in his chair glowering at me throughout the ‘interview’ with the Headmaster. The governor only said one thing to me. He stressed that he was not only a governor, but he was ‘a retired policeman’. I suspected that something odd was going on and the emphasis on ‘retired policeman’ almost made me laugh.

‘Oh, you’ll know Superintendent Gordon Anglesea who abused children in care in Wrexham them??’

No I didn’t say that, but I should have.

I never heard from the school again after the ‘interview’. But I did meet Norma a few months later. Norma told me that Helen had told her that I’d applied for the job at her school and that she was sorry that I didn’t get it, but the Headmaster was a real toe-rag, such a toe-rag that Helen ‘didn’t get on with him at all’ and had now left her job at that school. Helen wasn’t working in MacDonalds though. Helen had moved onto better things. She had landed a job as an science education adviser for whole of north Wales!

I have now been told that Helen certainly made use of her knowledge about what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, although I do think that Norma was genuinely completely in the dark about Helen’s dirty deal… Helen’s career went from strength to strength and before Tony died, he told me that she’d just bought herself a fantastic new house.

The Headmaster who pulled a retired plod out of the hat for the purposes of not interviewing me became embroiled in some sort of scandal and was forced to resign.

They killed your mum and dad Helen. Did you really think that you’d all be safe if you did a deal with them? They are criminals and you watched them neglect people in your village so seriously that those people died. Why on earth did you think that they wouldn’t turn on your own family? Furthermore, don’t you realise why your mum and dad had all that trouble with the bank, I think it was Barclays, in the 1990s? Why loans were being illegally called in, why they stopped your dad trading and pushed him into bankruptcy, even though he had work coming in and owned property which could easily have been used as security? It’s called serious organised crime Helen, I watched them do exactly the same thing to another witness a few years later…

Helen’s mum and dad also knew about the massive theft of slate from Penrhyn Quarry by a group of quarry managers. Everyone knew about it, it was on TV. Some of those involved were convicted but Tony and Norma could not understand how one of those involved, Geoff Drake, got away with it. Tony told me that lorries were being driven out of the quarry avoiding the weighbridge, loaded up with slate. Tony was even more gobsmacked when Drake did not only not go to prison, but was given a seat ‘on the Board at Ysbyty Gwynedd’. So that will have either been on Gwynedd Health Authority or the succeeding organisations, the Gwynedd Community Health Trust or the NW Wales NHS Trust.

During 1994/1995 at least, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust was Hefin Davies. Documents in my possession show that after I and another patient complained about Dafydd to the Trust and to the Mental Health Act Commission, Hefin Davies wrote to the Trust’s lawyers asking if there was ‘any more’ that they could do to have me prosecuted. When Hefin was Chair of that Trust, serious complaints were being ignored, staff were committing perjury, evidence against patients was being planted and documents were being forged. See my posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ for full details.

I think that Hefin Davies subsequently became Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust as well, he was around for years.

For the year 1994–1995, the High Sheriff of Gwynedd was Robert Hefin Davies of Bryn Awel, Blaenau Ffestiniog. It is the same man who wanted me prosecuted after I made a complaint about Dafydd.

Hefin Davies is/was a Chairman or Director of J.W.G. Properties Ltd; North Wales Slate (Roofing) Company Ltd; Quarry Tours Ltd; Greaves Welsh Slate Company Ltd; Slate Heritage International Ltd; Slatedirect Ltd; Theatre Ardudwy Ltd; Slatelite (Wales) Co Ltd.

Hefin Davies is a senior Freemason in north Wales.

Fess up Helen. This is not a few people who might be charged with being drunk and disorderly, this is serious stuff.

Helen’s younger brother Arthur did a PhD and was then appointed to a lecturing job in the School of Chemistry at Bangor University. I have not received any information that Arthur bagged his job by trading information about me, but Arthur did work with the dreadful Professor Stuart Irvine, who was married to the harridan Fiona Irvine, a Professor of Nursing at Bangor University, after a glorious career as an Angel and an accessory to the abuse of patients in north Wales. In her capacity as a Professor of Nursing at Bangor, Fiona bullied one research assistant and one PhD student so severely that they had breakdowns (see post ‘What Time’s Chaos?’).

Fiona Irvine is now Professor and Head of Nursing at Birmingham University!

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Arthur also worked with Professor Mark Baird, who was one of those who led the charge to force my PhD supervisor out of his job, after splitting up the Dept which he led and the appointing the dreadful Meri Huws as Head of what remained of it. That’s the Meri who in the 1980s worked as a community social worker on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor, which was the location of the Ty’r Felin children’s home, where kids were beaten, sexually assaulted and trafficked to local venues as well as Dolphin Square to be sold for sex (see post ‘Are You Local?’). After running the Dept into the ground – and causing a number of staff to pursue litigation against Bangor University on the grounds of workplace bullying – and a series of flings with Welsh Gov’t Ministers, dear old Meri ended up as the Welsh Language Commissioner (see post ‘People With Energy’).

Meri had ambitions to be a Labour MP and terror was struck into the heart of north Wales when she announced her intention to succeed the paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s elderly babe Betty Williams as MP for Conwy. Fortunately a group of Labour Party activists moved behind the scenes and politely explained to a few key people that Meri was ‘unsuitable’. Brown maintained that the Commons would have suited Meri very well, because Parliament provides institutional care for people like Meri, they can spend their time getting drunk, having sex and fiddling their expenses and there’s no-one to stop them.

 

A previous post mentioned my friendship with a medical student when I worked at the Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at Nottingham University in the autumn of 1987. Like me, this student witnessed the massive research fraud which was being perpetrated at the CRC labs (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’) as well as the wrongdoing in the Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham. This medical student was really very nice, but the fraudsters at the CRC hated her and I used to hear their plans to give her such a bad reference and mark for her project that she’d be forced to withdraw from the medicine degree. I understand that she did not ever qualify, so I presume the dastardly plan worked, or she became so disillusioned that she left anyway. Her dad was a Civil Service mandarin. I have recently found out who he is. He is Sir David Fell.

When I was friends with Sir David’s daughter, Sir David was the Permanent Secretary at the Dept of Economic Development. Sir David later became the Head of the Northern Ireland Civil Service, 1991-97. Sir David took early retirement in Feb 1997 – he got the hell out of there before Blair arrived then – and Hansard recorded a spat over the golden handshake which he picked up. Since retiring Sir David has served as Chairman for a whole host of companies, particularly banks, including Harland and Wolff, Northern Bank, Clydesdale Bank and Titanic Quarter.

Sir David is a graduate of Queen’s University Belfast. He was appointed Pro-Chancellor of Queen’s in 2005 and Chair of the University’s senate in 2008. Sir David was the Chairman of the N Ireland Council of the Prince’s Trust from 1999-05 and remained active in supporting the voluntary and charity sector.

Sir David bagged his knighthood in 1995, the year before William Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry, but after Sir Ronnie Waterhouse seemed to know that he would be Chairing that Inquiry nevertheless. During Sir David’s time in N Ireland, he would have found out all about the elite paedophile ring based at Kincora Boy’s Home in Belfast and which member of the Royal Family, as well as which civil servants, politicians and senior Army Officers were involved. Sir David would have known about the shoot to kill policy and many other dreadful things as well.

 

Another person who will have gained much knowledge and evidence of serious wrongdoing was a secretary who worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School when I worked there, 1989-91, Pauline. Pauline wasn’t nuts like the rest of them, while they all swanned around banging on about their HRT and nips n tucks, Pauline told me that she wouldn’t have let any of the Top Doctors near her, she knew what they were doing to their patients, which was the line that I took as well. There was utter confusion in the Obs and Gynae Dept as to why Pauline looked so much younger than the rest of them and was fit enough to cycle everywhere although she was over 50…

Pauline’s time was divided between being the research secretary for Dr Cathy Wilson – Pauline was the only secretary who could tolerate the abuse that Cathy hurled at everyone – and as the secretary for Prof Stuart Stanton. I have explained in a previous post that Stuart Stanton was a gynaecologist who was very rich and very hated. Stanton spent much time in Israel and there were allegations that he was involved in something so unacceptable that no-one dared discuss what it was. His colleagues were colluding with a trafficking ring and perpetrating research fraud, so God knows what Stanton was doing if they thought that he was beyond the pale. Pauline was alleged to be One Who Knew but she wasn’t telling. All the Top Docs who worked with Stanton would quietly observe that they would never let him treat them or their families but they never explained why.

After blogging about Stanton and St George’s, I received an e mail from someone who told me that Stanton was a very, very nasty piece of work and that they hoped that other people would write to me to give me the full details of his activities in Israel. This person gave me a list of names of Stanton’s mistresses in the UK and in Israel, with details of his appalling treatment of them as well as of his former wife, but it’s not the sort of info that I want to make public for the sake of the women whom Stanton abused. I have received no details regarding his activities in Israel, save for one word which simply said ‘mercenaries’. I have no idea of whether there is any truth in that or not. But a lot of people were desperate to get me out of St George’s and to ensure that I never worked again and ended up in prison to boot. At the same time, the Somerset contingent were given thousands and thousands and thousands of pounds to keep quiet about what was happening to me…

One of the bastards of the parish of St George’s once hinted that they had dirt on Pauline, who was alleged to have left her place of origin on the Isle of Man after a scandal and didn’t feel that she could return. So Pauline was stuck in London working for that crew. Whatever Pauline had been mixed up in on Man, it cannot possibly have been anything like as bad as what some of that lot at St George’s were involved with.

While I worked at St George’s, Ken Clarke and then William Waldegrave were the Secretaries of State for Health.

There will be more information about Waldegrave on this blog soon, I’m still researching.

 

One Top Doctor who knew that there was a pan-European trafficking network being facilitated by Top Docs and Social Services Depts across the UK was Professor Anthony Clare. I have discussed Clare on the blog previously, but I missed something significant when I blogged about him before. Clare graduated from University College, Dublin in 1966. Following initial training in psychiatry at St Patrick’s Hospital, Dublin, Clare moved to the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley, where he studied under Professor Michael Shepherd and spent a number of years working in various capacities. Shepherd trained so many future big names in psychiatry who subsequently worked across the world that Shepherd was enormously influential and operated pretty much as the gatekeeper to success in psychiatry on a global scale. See posts ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ and ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’. 

Anthony Clare worked at the Maudsley when Tony Francis worked there and when that institution was heaving with people who were not only concealing Dafydd’s crimes but who were also colluding with organised child abuse on the doorstep of the Maudsley as well as in other locations. Between 1983 and 1988, Clare was Professor and Head of the Dept of Psychological Medicine at Bart’s Hospital. Which was the domain of Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees, who had some pretty weird habits with regard to patients himself, such as showing photos of his female patients in the bath to his audience during his lectures (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Linford did not only have close links to Wales where he came from, but Linford’s daughter Angharad Rees was the 1970s siren who starred in ‘Poldark’. Through Angharad and Angharad’s husband Christopher Cazenove who starred in ‘Dynasty’, Linford had a whole network of celeb friends and he used them to the full.

I found out a few days ago that John Redwood, Secretary of State for Wales, 1993-95, who was one of many who sat on the heap of manure which was Dafydd and the paedophiles, hired Angharad Rees to give him voice training. If I was a robotic politician who was concealing a paedophile gang and I wanted voice training, I’m not sure that I would think ‘ooh that girl who played a scullery maid who married above her in ‘Poldark’ 20 years ago and did that comedy west country accent might be able to instruct me, I’ll give her a ring’.

Here’s Redwood moving in for a kiss with Cap’n Poldark:

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Fans of ‘Poldark’ will remember that Poldark picked Demelza up at Redruth Fair and took her home, along with Demelza’s dog, who was called Garrick no less.

Many of Linford’s mates, being all theatrical, were members of the Garrick. The Garrick attracts folk primarily from the fields of the theatre and law. Sir William Mars-Jones, the bent judge who protected Dafydd for years, made the Garrick his second home. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of the Garrick, as was Ronnie’s best mate from university, Sir Robin Day. See previous posts for the names of many more who hung out at the Garrick.

Anthony Clare did of course become famous as a media psychiatrist in the 1980s, the BBC loved Anthony Clare and his Radio 4 programme ‘In The Psychiatrist’s Chair’, in which Clare interviewed famous people but carefully avoided asking them the questions which would have exposed their wrongdoing or fuckwittery, ran for years from 1982. Clare’s most famous interview for that programme was with Jimmy Savile in 1991. Savile just drivelled on in his usual manner about how women gave him ‘brain damage’ and how he was a ‘pirate’ and admitted that he ‘could be corrupted’. Years later when Savile was safely pushing up the daisies, there was much talk of how Clare had conducted a ‘revealing’ interview with Savile. Clare knew that Savile was a serial sex offender and for all Clare’s skills in eliciting revealing interviews, he didn’t manage to say to Savile ‘please could you tell us a bit about that paedophile ring with which you are involved and the visit that you made to Bryn Estyn in north Wales where you watched a child being gang raped and could you also tell us how Baroness Trumpington got to know you before she appointed you as general manager of Broadmoor and why the hell is anyone letting you act as a marriage guidance counsellor to Charles and Di?’

Clare also presented Channel 4’s ‘After Dark’ which specialised in giving offensive people air time. Stars of ‘After Dark’ included a pissed, groping Oliver Reed and Nicholas van Hoogstraten, a gangster who served a prison sentence when young for chucking a hand-grenade in the direction of someone whom he had a problem with and who was arrested and charged for incitement to murder when he was older. Hoogstraten was due to stand trial for tax evasion but the trial was cancelled when information was received that if it went ahead, the judge would be assassinated.

‘Be ye ever so high, the law is above you’ – Lord Denning. Although there are exceptions to this rule of thumb obviously.

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Anthony Clare was Chairman of the Prince of Wales’s Advisory Group on Disability, 1989-97, while victims of the gang in north Wales were dying in Risley Remand Centre or being kept in Dafydd’s dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Clare suddenly gave up media work for an unknown reason in the 1990s and could not be persuaded to return. He returned to Ireland and spent his last years as Consultant General Adult Psychiatrist at St. Edmundsbury Hospital in Lucan, Dublin, when he died suddenly of a heart attack in Paris at the age of 64 on 24 Oct 2007. People Who Know often don’t last very long do they, not even if they are Top Doctors themselves.

Another Top Doctor who has kept quiet about a great deal is Dr Ian Bogle. Bogle was Chairman of the BMA, 1998-2003. In July 2001, the BBC reported that ‘Dr Ian Bogle, the Chairman of the British Medical Association, launched a vitriolic attack on the government’s handling of the health service at the BMA’s annual conference on Monday. He said doctors simply could not cope with ever-increasing demand, and that new targets, such as a guaranteed appointment with a doctor within 48 hours, would bring the service to the point of collapse. GPs, who say they do not have enough time to provide proper care and attention to patients, are threatening to tear up their NHS contracts en masse. Hospital doctors are fuming at plans to stop them working in the private sector and health workers throughout the NHS are fearful of the implications of a greater role for the private sector in the provision of services’.

Well the Waterhouse Report had been safely handed in the year previously, no-one had gone to prison, no Top Doctor had been named, not even Dafydd, so it was back to business as usual. The Top Docs wanted money, a lot of it and poor old Blair just had to give it to them…

In July 2002, Bogle was at it again. The BBC reported that ‘Dr Bogle said: ‘We have witnessed the damage wreaked by the politicisation of the NHS. We have been victims of the politicisation of the NHS. Our patients have been the victims of the politicisation of the NHS.’ He warned the NHS had become ‘the Punch and Judy show of British politics. Today, I am calling on government and opposition to bring down the curtain on the party political puppet show and try and reach an all-party consensus on how the NHS is managed.’ Dr Bogle said doctors would not be ‘pawns in political games. Doctors won’t be the dog the government kicks when things don’t quite go according to plan’. He added: ‘Make no mistake. We will bite, and we will bite hard and where it hurts, if that’s what it takes to make the government understand that it cannot use the NHS, those people who work in it and those people who need it, as political playthings.’

It was in 2002 that the someone forged a letter purporting to be from me to the GMC, which was subsequently found in the possession of the GMC (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’). It was also in 2002 when I was violently assaulted and injured by three healthcare assistants and an Angel, discharged with no follow up, unlawfully refused all NHS treatment and subsequently arrested for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ after eight or nine NHS staff perjured themselves. The trial took two years to come to Court, during which time I lost my house and my job. The charges were withdrawn on the first day of the trial.

Bogle and his mates should have been marched out of their offices in handcuffs and bloody well charged, not given even more dosh.

Who is the Bastard Bogle? He is a GP from Liverpool who joined his father’s practice, which had originally been set up by his grandfather in 1911. Bogle studied medicine at Liverpool University.

Know a man called Dafydd do you Bogle?

Bogle has enjoyed strutting around in various roles, including as the Chair of the BMA General Medical Services Committee, (now called the GPs Committee]. So Bogle will know Dr D.G.E. Wood, Dafydd’s partner in crime, who has been a leading light in the world of GPs in Wales for decades now. Dr John Chisholm was quoted as saying that ‘Ian was a notably successful GMSC chair, taking the profession forward following the trauma of the imposition of the 1990 contract, developing his own innovative ideas for change in general practice, and negotiating major beneficial changes in OOH [out of hours] arrangements. He was brilliant at engaging with GPs and with the various ministers and civil servants with whom we negotiated.’ 

Bogle will have threatened and blackmailed all of them.

  • Here’s the pompous old git in action:
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Who is Dr John Chisholm, who spoke so admiringly of Bogle? John Chisholm, along with Dr Simon Fradd, on behalf of the BMA, negotiated the now infamous 2004 GPs contract, which provided GPs with a substantial pay increase yet allowed them to opt out of out-of-hours work. It was either Chisholm or Fradd who was quoted as saying that they couldn’t believe that Blair had fallen for it and that the new contract was a real laugh. It is because of Chisholm that some people have died as a result of not having access to a GP out-of-hours.

Here he is, looking particularly pleased with himself:

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Chisholm is a Berkshire GP, who was Chair of the BMA’s GP Committee (GPC), 1997-07, after 20 years’ service on the committee, including being joint Deputy Chair. So he’ll know Dr D.G.E. Wood as well and Chisholm was a leading light in the BMA when the BMA were providing Tony Francis and the others facilitating the trafficking gang with advice regarding how to imprison me, although the BMA knew that Francis et al had perjured themselves.

Chisholm is described ‘as having a razor sharp mind and elephantine memory’. No, he’ll just be a complete turd.

After stepping down from his BMA GP Committee role, Chisholm formed Concordia Health, a company that went on to win a number of APMS (Alternative Provider Medical Services) contracts, with fellow ex-negotiator Dr Simon Fradd. Chisholm is Currently Chair of the BMA Medical Ethics Committee and of the Men’s Health Forum. He is a Royal College of General Practitioners Trustee and he continues to practice as a GP. But not out of hours, obviously.

 

I am off for a short holiday tomorrow, so there may not be another blog post for a few days, although I will be checking e mails and comments and may be posting comments myself. I have a stack of reading to do regarding the movers and shakers on Thatch’s side yet who remained in the shadows before and during the Miners’ Strike of 1984-85…margaret-thatcher-miner-strike Images - Frompo - 1

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The Lord Kinnock
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 Vice-President of the European Commission

European Commissioner for Administrative Reform

In office
16 September 1999-21 November 2004

 

The Baroness Kinnock of Holyhead
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 Minister of State for Africa and the United Nations
In office
13 October 2009-11 May 2010

Events, Dear Boy, Events

I am not going to concern myself so much with media reports regarding the excesses of the ‘services’ on this blog any longer because the excesses are such that, as the NHS and other ‘services’ disintegrate to such an extent that it can no longer be concealed, paedophiles’ friends are popping up in the media from all directions screaming loudly that all that is needed is for them to be given many more millions of pounds and then everything will be OK.

The sociologist Loic Wacquant argued some years ago that because neoliberal capitalism had left politicians powerless, all that they could offer was ‘solutions’ in terms of crime and punishment and that was why so many were banging on about the necessity to build more prisons and get tough on crime and the causes of crime. Loic Wacquant lives in the US so he might not waste his time following what UK politicians are doing, but their latest offering is legislation to imprison anyone – for up to two years – who takes ‘up-skirt photos’. I’m unimpressed with this gesture because there is already legislation in place to cover this behaviour. If I can be prosecuted for staring at a social worker in Safeways, one who’s colleagues are running a paedophile gang at that and then also prosecuted for telling the secretary of another facilitator of the same paedophile gang that he is a fat idiot, I can only presume that the up-skirt peeping toms have not been prosecuted for reasons other than a lack of legislation. Furthermore, Dafydd illegally imprisoned people in a dungeon and like the up-skirt photographers he was never prosecuted. But as with demanding that Somalis are prosecuted for FGM – even in the absence of evidence – demanding tough sentences for up-skirt photographers is rather easier than tackling organised crime in the welfare services.

One thought occurs to me MPs – to take an up-skirt shot, the photographer would have to be in the vicinity of the woman’s feet/ankles. A solution would be for the targeted woman to kick them in the chops, very very hard. Easier, quicker, cheaper and one would not have to take one’s chances with an endemically corrupt criminal justice system. Something tells me that Dafydd could have spent 24 hours a day taking up-skirt shots and there would have been no action taken against him. After all, Dafydd’s mate at Bart’s, Prof Linford Rees, photographed female patients in the bath and showed the photos to students in his lectures (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

 

Instead I am using this post to name a few more of those who’s Big Ideas contributed towards a gang of paedophiles remaining untouchable for many years.

My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ detailed those managing Gwynedd Social Services whilst the paedophile gang operated in the Council’s children’s homes. For much of that time the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council was Ioan Bowen Rees, who has featured in a number of previous blog posts. I have mentioned that despite the havoc in Gwynedd County Council during his years of leadership, Bowen Rees was an intelligent erudite man, an Oxford graduate who was considered one of Europe’s leading experts on local democracy.

This might explain why, when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was described in the media as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’ and the social workers who ran the paedophile gang were constantly telling people that the ‘services’ were the best in Europe. Us service users used to shriek with laughter when we read such descriptions of the people who were trying to shag us, who were threatening us, assaulting us, lying about us in court and leaving some of our friends so desperate that they killed themselves. The extraordinary thing is that Bowen Rees really was considered an expert in local gov’t at a European level. So we can only wonder why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Gwynedd County Council when Bowen Rees was Chief Exec and why a paedophile gang expanded its operations in Dyfed when Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council prior to relocating to Gwynedd.

Dafydd and the paedophiles were linked with a pan-European paedophile gang. Gwynedd social workers tripped over themselves to become involved with projects that sociologists in Bangor University were running with sociologists and social workers in Europe. The Gwynedd social workers knew bugger all about the academic work involved, but they were there at every workshop, at every buffet and stressed to the visiting European academics that the services in Gwynedd were, of course, leading the way.

Two Bangor lecturers who were particularly keen to climb aboard the European projects bandwagon were John Borland and Aled Griffiths. Borland had retired by the time that I began work as a sociologist at Bangor, but I was interested to discover that Borland had set up a company to supply ‘service users’ who would provide the legally required ‘feedback’ on the ‘services’ in north Wales. I had never met one ‘service user’ who had heard of John Borland, yet alone worked for his business. Borland’s wife was Sandra Betts, an expert on Wimmin in Wales who was rarely seen in the University and who’s own work was substantially done by unpaid female PhD students. Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer is married to Joanna Griffiths, who until her retirement was Director of Conwy Social Services. Joanna was Director when Conwy failed to respond to complaints that residents in Prestwood Homes were being appallingly abused (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’). Aled’s sister is Gwenan Carrington, who was Director of Gwynedd Social Services after Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes ‘retired’ from that role when the Waterhouse Report was published. Aled Griffiths’s brother Huw was a highly incompetent solicitor who was one of those who sat in Bangor Magistrates Court watching Dafydd and the paedophiles fit up their victims. In fact Huw watched Dafydd and the paedophiles fit me up, that’s how I knew him, years before I encountered the joys of the Buffet Slayer.

A very cosy arrangement for everyone involved. This bunch were colleagues of Professor Mark Williams and some of them appear on his ‘Mindfulness’ publications (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Mark Williams has now taken his pyramid selling Mindfulness scam to China and Hong Kong.

Ioan Bowen Rees, being very keen on Europe and their systems of local democracy, some of which Ioan maintained were far superior to that found in the UK, spent a lot of time in Europe. I have mentioned previously that Max Beloff, the father of Cherie Booth’s friend and colleague Michael Beloff, rated one of Bowen Rees’s books so highly that he maintained that it was ‘essential reading for public servants’. Bowen Rees doubled up as an adviser to Plaid MPs Gwynfor Evans and Dafydd Wigley, both of whom knew that organised child sexual abuse bloomed wherever Ioan was to be found but who said nothing (see posts ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

There is however someone else who was a mate of and intellectual traveller with Ioan Bowen Rees whom I have not yet mentioned – Professor Leopold Kohr. Kohr grew up in Oberndorf near Salzburg and it remained his ideal of community. He held a doctorate in law from the University of Innsbruck, Austria and one in political science from the University of Vienna. Kohr also studied at the LSE.

Kohr became a freelance correspondent during the Spanish Civil War where he was impressed by the self-contained governments of Catalonia and Aragon, as well as by the small Spanish anarchist city-states of Alcoy and Caspe. He became a close friend of George Orwell and shared offices with Ernest Hemingway and Andre Malraux. 

Kohr fled Austria in 1938 after it was annexed by Nazi Germany and emigrated to the US, later becoming an American citizen.

Kohr taught economics and political philosophy at Ruthers University in New Jersey, 1943-55. From 1955-73, he was Professor of Economics and Public Administration in the University of Puerto Rico in San Juan, except for a period in 1965-66 when he was Professor of Economics at the University of the Americas in Mexico City; during these years Kohr developed his concepts of village renewal and ‘lent his advice to local city planning initiatives.’ He also advised the independence movement of the of Anguilla. 

After many rejections by American and British publishers, Kohr’s first book, ‘The Breakdown of Nations’, was published in 1957 in Britain after a chance meeting with anarchist Sir Herbert Read. 

Kohr moved from Puerto Rico to Wales, where he taught political philosophy at the University College of Wales, Aberystwyth from 1968-77. So Kohr was there when Carlo spent a brief period at Aber learning Welsh. Kohr worked in the Department of Extra-mural Studies at Aber and was senior tutor, 1973-77.

The project of Welsh independence, founded on the ideal of ‘cymdeithas’ (community) was dear to Kohr and he became a mentor to Plaid and a close friend of its then leader, Gwynfor Evans.

Yma O Hyd! Sing-a-long-a Dafydd Iwan and a gang of molesters with intellectual aspirations. Which provided a very useful carapace.

 

After retiring from teaching, Kohr divided his time between Gloucester and  Hellbrunn, near Salzburg. He was planning to return to his hometown of Oberndorf to live when he died in 1994.

Kohr described himself as a ‘philosophical anarchist’. He protested the ‘cult of bigness’ and economic growth and promoted the concept of human scale and small community life.  Kohr’s vision called for a dissolution of centralized political and economic structures in favour of local control, which was pretty much Ioan Bowen Rees’s ‘vision’ for Wales. Ioan’s cup brimmed over when the National Assembly for Wales was established – he was an adviser to the Welsh Office civil servants and to Ron ‘it was a moment of madness/I was looking for badgers’ Davies (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) regarding devolution.

It is not a coincidence that the Welsh Assembly is stuffed full of weak, third-rate AMs who in their previous lives concealed a paedophile gang.

This was the Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who did his best to ensure that Ron Davies would be Wales’s First Minister, until that male prostitute Boogie got in the way:

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According to Clarissa Dickson Wright, when Blair was at Oxford he was widely suspected of being gay and was known as Miranda.

Miranda:
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I’ve only ever met one person called Miranda and that was a young patient at Springfield Hospital in 1991. She was relentlessly pursued by a predatory male patient and was actually quite frightened of him. The staff watched this man shout ‘Miranda, I’m coming after you’ and she fled on a regular basis, yet they did nothing.

 

Kohr was an important inspiration to the Green, bioregional, Forth World, decentralist and anarchist movements. He contributed often to John Papworth’s `Journal for the Fourth World’, ‘Resurgence’. One of Kohr’s students was economist E.F. Schumacher, whose book ‘Small Is Beautiful’ took its title from one of Kohr’s core principles.

In 1983, a student with a sense of humour at Aston University was faced with a finals paper in which one of the questions was ‘Small is beautiful. Discuss.’ This student did indeed discuss Small Is Beautiful. He wrote a whole essay arguing why he preferred to have sex with women with small boobs. When faced with his essay, the exam board weren’t sure what to do, so a meeting was held and it was agreed that for that essay they would simply give him a pass mark. The rest of his work was of a high standard and he emerged with a 2:1.

The VC of Aston University at the time was Sir Freddie Crawford, aka ‘Mrs Thatcher’s favourite Vice-Chancellor’. At least the student who liked small boobs sat his own exams. There was a problem at Aston at the time – it was discovered that several members of Middle Eastern Royal families had registered for engineering degrees and had sent their servants along to attend the lectures and sit the exams for them. The degrees were issued in the names of their employers, who found themselves in possession of engineering degrees whilst knowing nuzzing. I was told that Ruhi Behi, a former psych nurse from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, used the services of someone else to acquire his degree in psychology from UCNW in the 1980s. Behi subsequently became Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi bagged his degree when paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland was Principal/VC and was appointed Head of Healthcare Sciences when paedophiles’ friend Roy Evans was VC.

 

Leopold Kohr’s ideas inspired Kirkpatrick’s books ‘Human Scale’ (1980) and ‘Dwellers in the Land: The Bioregional Vision’ (1985). Sale arranged the first American publication of ‘The Breakdown of Nations’ in 1978 and wrote the foreword.

 

Ioan Bowen Rees also co-authored with Hugh MacDiarmid and Owen Dudley Edwards.

Hugh MacDiarmid was the pen name of Christopher Murray Grieve, a Scottish poet, journalist, essayist and political figure. He is best known for his works written in ‘synthetic Scots’, a ‘literary version of the Scots language that MacDiarmid himself developed’. So he invented his own language. He probably awarded himself a prize for it as well a la the Learned Society of Wales. However, Grieve’s earliest work was written in English and from the early 1930s onwards much of the poetry published under MacDiarmid’s name was also written in an English.

MacDiarmid was born in the Scottish border town of Langholme, Dumfriesshire. He was educated at Langholm Academy before becoming a teacher for a brief time at Broughton Higher Grade School in Edinburgh. MacDiarmid lived in London, Liverpool and Thakeham in West Sussex. He lived on Whalesay in Shetland, 1933-42 and in Glasgow, 1942-49. MacDiarmid worked as a journalist for a number of local Scottish papers. He spent time living in Ebbw Vale and contributed to the socialist newspaper ‘The Merthyr Pioneer’, run by Labour Party founder Keir Hardie, before joining the RAMC on the outbreak of WWI. MacDiarmid served in Salonica, Greece and France before developing cerebral malaria and subsequently returning to Scotland in 1918.

Somebody seems to have been having fun with MacDiarmid’s wiki entry regarding the first few decades of his life, because the dates provided in that entry do not always correlate with MacDiarmid’s activities at the time.

After the war MacDiarmid continued to work as a journalist, living in Montrose, Scotland – which boasts a place called Charleton Road no less – where he became Editor and reporter of the ‘Montrose Review’, as well as a justice of the peace and a member of the county council. In 1923 his first book, ‘Annals of the Five Senses’, was published at his own expense, followed by ‘Sangschaw’ in 1925 and ‘Penny Wheep’ and ‘A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle’ in 1926. 

On the Shetland island of Whalsay in 1933 with his son Michael and second wife, Valda Trevlyn, MacDiarmid wrote essays and poetry despite being cut off from mainland cultural developments for much of the 1930s. He died at his cottage near Biggar in 1978 at the age of 86.

Norman Lamont – who was a member of the Cambridge Mafia which produced so many of the big beasts of Thatcher’s Gov’t – held Ministerial positions under Thatch and was Chancellor of the Exchequer under John Major, was born in Shetland; his father was the Island’s Top Doctor. Lamont was Chancellor on Black Wednesday.

This man was Norman’s special adviser at the time:

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MacDiarmid was a supporter of both communism and Scottish nationalism. He was a founding member of the National Party of Scotland, (forerunner of the SNP) and stood as a candidate for the SNP in 1945 and 1950 and for the Communist Party of Great Britain in 1964. So MacDiarmid will have known those other members of the Communist Party of Great Britain who used to spend the summer at Croesor in Merionydd in the 1960s – who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The Village’).

MacDiarmid was a ‘controversial figure’ during his lifetime. He was expelled from both the SNP and the Communist Party but then the CP let him back in again many years later. MacDiarmid was a member of a secret Scottish Nationalist society Clann Albain.

Between 1931-43, MacDiarmid was kept under surveillance by the security services and when Orwell compiled a list of suspected communist sympathisers, he included MacDiarmid’s name on it. Not that it will have done MacDiarmid any harm. After all, MI5 provided Dafydd et al with full protection, it was only the service users who bothered to find out what Dafydd was up to by ringing him up, using the public phone box in the village where Ioan Bowen Rees lived. Ioan didn’t suffer as a result, he was never in the queue for that phone box, Ioan the Common Man will have had several land lines and at least one mobile down in his Plas some distance away from the village centre.

 

In 2010 letters written in the early 1940s by MacDiarmid were discovered, showing that he believed that a Nazi invasion of Britain would benefit Scotland.  Marc Horne in the ‘Daily Telegraph’ commented: ‘MacDiarmid flirted with fascism in his early thirties, when he believed it was a doctrine of the left. In two articles written in 1923, ‘Plea for a Scottish Fascism’ and ‘Programme for a Scottish Fascism’, he appeared to support Mussolini’s regime. By the 1930s however, following Mussolini’s lurch to the right, his position had changed and he castigated Neville Chamberlain over his appeasement of Hitler’s expansionism.’ Deirdre Grieve, MacDiarmid’s daughter-in-law and literary executor, noted: ‘I think he entertained almost every ideal it was possible to entertain at one point or another.’

MacDiarmid’s son Michael Trevlyn became Vice-Chairman of the SNP.

MacDiarmid was considered controversial in his lifetime but is now considered one of the principal forces behind the Scottish Renaissance and has had a lasting impact on Scottish culture and politics. He was accused of plagiarism by supporters of the Welsh poet Glyn Jones but responded with ‘the greater the plagiarism, the greater the work of art’. Perhaps Charles Saatchi would like to pay someone a great deal of money for MacDiarmid’s plagiarised poetry or indeed the poetry that he wrote in the language which he made up himself and display it in the Saatchi gallery in Chelsea.

In ‘Who’s Who’ MacDiarmid listed Anglophobia as one of his interests. It’s a good job that the Englisher Thatcher’s mate the Englisher Sir Peter Morrison had a sexual interest in young boys though, because MacDiarmid’s mate Ioan Bowen Rees and Dafydd would have been out of business without that and perhaps in prison as well.

 

Ioan’s co-author Owen Dudley Edwards is an Irish historian and former Reader in Commonwealth and American History at the University of Edinburgh. He is the son of Professor Robert Dudley Edwards and brother to the Irish writer, Ruth Dudley Edwards. He is the General Editor of the Oxford Sherlock Holmes series and is a recognised expert on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. There was plenty about his co-author Ioan that he could investigate. Dudley Edwards was also an authority on P.G. Wodehouse.

 

Wodehouse’s first published novel:

 

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It was about the drug squad in North Wales planting illegal substances on the paedophiles’ victims. Although Dafydd pronounces it ‘mari-jew-ana’.

 

The following year – 1903 – Wodehouse published this:

 

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Which is worrying when one remembers what was happening to kids in the ‘residential schools’ and children’s homes scattered across Gwynedd when Ioan Bowen Rees was presiding over his own little bit of local democracy.

 

Owen Dudley Edwards attended Belvedere College, Dublin, University College, Dublin and John Hopkins University in Baltimore.

In 1966 Dudley Edwards married Barbara Balbirnie Lee. They have three children. Dudley Edwards is a practising Catholic and actively involved in the church.

 

 

 

I am reading Jeremy Paxman’s book ‘Friends In High Places: Who Runs Britain?’ at the moment. It was published in 1990 and I wished that I’d read it when it was first published, because it names everyone who was propping up the corrupt regime of which the London medical establishment was an integral part. I’ve named many of them on this blog, but it would have been helpful to know that they were the powers behind the criminality of which I was on the receiving end at the time. Paxo’s done a very good job – I still have more chapters to read, but so far I’ve come across a few people who had escaped me.

 

I have mentioned Alan Walters previously, Thatch’s economic adviser who’s presence concerned a great many people. It is believed that it was Nigel Lawson who managed to elbow Walters out of the way. Lawson certainly did everyone a favour there. I read up about Walters before I discovered the key role that Leicester University had played in concealing organised sexual abuse in Leicestershire, so it took Paxo’s book to clobber me with the info that Walters was a Leicester University graduate. Leicester University has played a role in the education or careers of a number of people like Walters who were hailed as gurus by PMs concealing abuse and trafficking. Many of these people very obviously did not have much to offer and their influence on PMs was inexplicable. For example, the man who invented the Third Way for Blair and who explained it all in a short pamphlet which one could read over breakfast:

 

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Paxo writes about the Institute of Economic Affairs (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). He mentions David Green, who was Head of the IEA’s Health Policy Group. In 1988, Green argued that inequality of health services is desirable. Green would have been delighted with Bethesda in the 1980s and 90s, it was littered with destitute ‘service users’ who were being targeted by Dafydd to sell sex to dreadful old politicians and others and the empty shells of those who had already been used in this way and had returned to north Wales, completely drained, traumatised, fragile and refused all ‘services’. Furthermore their tales of sex with the rich and famous were so extraordinary that no-one believed them.

BBC News Wales is reporting that the Rolling Stones are coming to Wales. Will they be looking up a few old acquaintances in Bethesda?

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If they do, I don’t suppose that we’ll hear anything about it.

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David Green writes for ‘The Sunday Times’, ‘The Times’, the ‘Daily Mail’, the ‘Sunday Telegraph’ and the ‘Daily Telegraph’. Green has taken part in broadcast programmes such as ‘Newsnight’, the ‘Moral Maze’ and the ‘Today’ programme. He has made occasional contributions to the Guardian’s ‘Comment is Free’ site and he has contributed pieces to ‘Daily Telegraph’ news blogs.

NB: Perhaps Claire Fox, a regular on the ‘Moral Maze’, could explain why despite her self-styled neocon say-the-unthinkable re the welfare state stance, she has never breathed a word about Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Because Claire certainly knows about them. Claire grew up in Flint, north Wales when Dafydd and the paedophiles were busy. She attended St Richard Gwyn Catholic High School in Flint, went to Warwick University and worked as a mental health social worker, 1981-87. Claire completed a PGCE at Thames Poly in 1992.

Why so silent Claire? I read ‘Living Marxism’ for years when you and your mates from the Revolutionary Communist Party were publishing it – I even had copies of it in my house when the paedophile gang used to send the police around to arrest me after they had perjured themselves. Then Brown and I followed ‘Spiked Online’ when you reinvented yourselves as neocons in 2000. One of your lot asked Brown if we’d like to write for you after you read one of our books. Brown said no thanks because we noticed that there were certain things that none of you dared write about. Such as what had happened to us during the 1980s, 90s and was still happening at the very time that we were asked if we wanted to write for ‘Spiked’…

What we had Claire were a bunch of twats from the security services bothering us, whilst you built your reputation as Ms Fearless.

Claire’s fellow panellist on the ‘Moral Maze’ Matthew Taylor – Blair’s former policy adviser – knows about Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Matthew’s dad Laurie is mates with Prof Dick Hobbs who was a friend of the criminologist Jane Morgan, widow of Lord K.O. Morgan. Jane and Lord Ken were at the scene of the crimes as it were (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

David Green was an undergraduate at the University of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1970-73 and remained there for his PhD. He was a Labour Councillor in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1976-81. So Green knew about the paedophile gang in the north east with links to Dafydd and he knew that the Councils in the north east were sending great numbers of children in care to children’s homes in north Wales and continued to do so even after complaints of serious abuse were made.

Green worked as a Research Fellow at the Australian National University in Canberra, 1981-83. He worked at the IEA from 1984 and was Director of its Health and Welfare Unit, 1986-2000.

Green funded the think tank Civitas in 2000 and is also its Chief Executive.

Any more bright ideas to keep a bunch of sex traffickers in business then David?

Green’s book, ‘Community Without Politics’ (London, IEA, 1997) was awarded the Sir Anthony Fisher Memorial Prize in 1997. In 2004 Green was voted one of Britain’s top 100 British intellectuals by readers of ‘Prospect’ magazine and in 2009 he was included on the Evening Standard’s list of the 1,000 most influential Londoners. Green’s 1993 book ‘Reinventing Civil Society’ has been translated into Chinese and Russian and probably that language that Ioan Bowen Rees’s mate MacDiarmid made up as he went along whilst he was plagiarising poetry.

If anyone knows whether Green is one of the literary figures who takes part in the events organised by the paedophiles’ friends who run the charidee Wellbeing of Women, do let me know (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’). He’s probably been on the guest list for an event at Compton Verney as well.

 

Health inequalities in action for you David:

 

A leading forensic psychiatrist at an old boys’ public school reunion:

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A service user with a ‘severe and dangerous personality disorder’ who complained about the serious crimes of a colleague of the man above:

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Paxo’s book informed me that Keith Joseph’s outfit which Joseph founded in 1974, the Centre for Policy Studies, was funded with money from Nigel Vinson. My post ‘Include Me Out’ detailed a debate in the House which involved a number of politicians defending the appalling suicide rate among the victims of Dafydd et al in Risley Remand Centre. It was mentioned in the record in Hansard that one of those contributing to the debate would be giving a talk to the Centre for Policy Studies.

So who is the man who bank-rolled the ‘intellectuals’ behind a paedophile gang? Nigel – now Lord – Vinson is the son of Ronald Vinson, a farmer. Vinson was educated at Pangbourne. After school he served in the Queen’s Royal Regiment.

In 1952 Vinson began a small plastics company in Guildford (Plastic Coatings Ltd), which in 1969 was floated on the Stock Exchange, with over 1,000 employees. The business won the Queen’s Award for Industry in 1971. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of the CBI’s Smaller Firms Council, 1979-84 and President of the Industrial Participation Association, 1979-89. Vinson was Director of the Sugar Board, 1968-75, Director of the British Airports Authority, 1973-80 and a Director of Barclays Bank, 1982-87. He worked for the Centre for Policy Studies, 1974-80. Vinson was Deputy Chairman of Electra Investment Trust 1990-98. From 1976-78 Vinson was an honorary Director of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee Appeal. In the light of how close the Royal Family are to Dafydd’s mates, I really am very glad that I’ve never been the sort to buy Royal mugs or plates with pictures on of yet another couple who have just had a fairy tale wedding.

I have recently discovered that before she came to that sticky end in a tunnel, the heart surgeon with whom Diana was having a fling, Hasnet Khan, later worked at Harefield Hospital with Sir Magdi Yacoub, where I am fairly sure that major research fraud was carried out (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Before Hasnet Khan worked at Harefield, Diana had been allowed into his previous place of work to watch heart surgery. People started complaining that it was a security risk. It was also completely unethical but no-one mentioned that.

 

Vinson was a Member of the Northumbrian National Parks and Countryside Committee, 1977-87 and a member of the Foundation for Science and Technology, 1991-96. Since 2003, he has been a Trustee of Civitas. Vinson is life Vice President of the IEA, where he was Chairman of Trustees 1989-95.

Vinson was also a member of the Design Council, 1973-80 and the unsalaried Chairman of the Rural Development Commission 1980-90. He was founder donor of the Martin Mere Wildfowl Reserve in 1972 and gave a village green to Holbourn, Northumberland, in 2006. Presumably in exchange for domain over the villagers in order to force them into human slavery.

In Feb 1985, Vinson was given a peerage.

We’ll drink to that!

 

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Vinson was a council member of St George’s House, Windsor Castle, 1990-96. He has been married to Yvonne Collin since 1972; they have three daughters.

Lord Vinson of Health Inequalities is a regular attender at Lords debates, and spoke in the 2007 and 2014 sessions in support of nuclear power. Here’s an explosion for him.

 

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In 2012, Lord Vinson threatened to defect to UKIP unless the Conservatives took a more ‘Better Out’ approach to Europe. He obviously didn’t understand the potential markets in Europe, unlike Dafydd and the Gwynedd social workers.

In June 2013 Vinson spoke and voted in the Lords against the Marriage (Same Sex Couples) Bill. Keep it all as illegal as possible Nigel, it enables Dafydd to keep the prices high and blackmail the victims.

 

Paxo’s book also names Professor Brian Griffiths, who ran the Downing Street Policy Unit for Thatch. Griffiths was educated at Dynevor School, Swansea and at the LSE. So Griffiths will have been part of the Heseltine-Lord Brian Flowers-Swansea contingent. The Labour Party Swansea Mafia – Rhodri Morgan, Edwina Hart et al – will have known him as well, but his mates were bigger than theirs and the one thing that none of them were going to do was blow the whistle on the fact that his big mates were running a paedophile ring in west and north Wales, because a Windbag in Islwyn was hoping to become PM on the basis of the votes of the staff of the public services who were colluding with it all.

 

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Brian Griffiths was Dean of the City University Business School, but in 1986 he resigned his Chair to become Thatch’s Chief Policy Adviser.

Griffiths was given a peerage in 1991. The year that Peter Morrison was knighted and a number of other paedophiles’ friends picked up honours for no good reason. The year that the careers of me as well as of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales were destroyed.

Brian Griffiths was Chairman of the Centre for Policy Studies, 1991-01. He served on the Board of Directors of the Conservative Christian Fellowship, 2000-02. Griffiths was a member of the European Union Sub-Committee F (Social Affairs, Education and Home Affairs), 1999-03 and the Religious Offences Committee from 2002-03. I expect that Griffiths also Chaired which ever Committee decreed that swearing was an offence so serious that Dafydd was compelled to report me to the police when I said ‘bugger’; Bluglass agreed that me calling Dafydd a wanker was one of the many signs that I was Dangerous, had a Homicidal Capacity and that I would ‘end in a ward for the criminally insane’. Bluglass has a very sweary daughter called Amanda, who as far as I am aware, has never been consigned to a ward for the criminally insane. But then her father is not in prison, despite colluding with a serious offender. I wonder why not?

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Griffiths is a Vice-President of the Nature in Art Trust. He serves as Vice-Chairman of Goldman Sachs International. He said that he was ‘not ashamed’ of the bank’s compensation plans and that the issue of banking compensation should not be thought about solely from a short-term perspective. Griffiths defended the bank’s bonuses and said that the general public should ‘tolerate the inequality as a way to achieve greater prosperity for all’.

I wish I’d known that when Dafydd and the paedophiles had hounded me out of my job and then tried to set fire to my house while I was living in poverty in Ioan Bowen Rees’s local democracy, it would have explained everything. I could have also reminded the staff of St George’s of it when they all turned green upon finding out that the foul research assistant Mandy Leigh’s brother Charles – who worked as a banker – received more than their annual salaries for his Christmas bonus. It’s why they all thought that they were so badly paid. Mandy thought that she was badly paid as well, even though St George’s had done a fiddle with her PhD funders to ensure that she was paid more than her colleagues. As Mandy breezily explained to me one day, she was ‘a rich bitch funded by Wellcome’. I’d like to have known how that happened – Mandy was thrown off of one degree course for reasons which were never explained, so there wasn’t exactly an outstanding academic record there. Perhaps she simply explained on her application that she would be having sex in the lab during working hours with Top Doctors and would be hurling racist abuse at overseas staff?

Brian Griffiths also stated that ‘we should not … be ashamed of offering compensation in an internationally competitive market which ensures the bank businesses here and employs British people’. Such as Charles Leigh, obviously.

 

Paxo’s book mentioned a very influential figure in academia with connections to Dafydd et al – Dame Kathleen Mary Kenyon. Kenyon was a leading British archeologist of Neolithic culture in the Fertile Crescent. She is best known for her excavations of Jericho in 1952-58 and is considered to have been one of the most influential archaeologists of the 20th century. Kenyon was Principal of St Hugh’s College, Oxford, 1962-73.

Kathleen Kenyon was born in London, England, the eldest daughter of Sir Frederic Kenyon, Biblical scholar and later Director of the British Museum. Her grandfather was the lawyer and Fellow of All Souls College, John Robert Kenyon and her great-great-grandfather was the politician and lawyer Lloyd Kenyon, 1st Baron Kenyon.

It was the 4th and 5th Baron Kenyons who were Presidents of UCNW (Bangor University). Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron, was President whilst UCNW was run by Dafydd and the paedophiles and it was the 5th Baron Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon who was sexually abusing at least one boy in care in Wrexham. Thomas was caught red-handed in 1978 and made a complaint of theft against the boy. The boy was sent to a detention centre and Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of an HIV related condition in 1993. See previous posts for the details of the many public roles of the 5th Baron Kenyon – he was involved with national museums and art galleries as well as with public life in north Wales – and for details of the occasion on which Thomas was caught in action.

Kathleen grew up in Bloomsbury, London in a house attached to the British Museum, with her mother, Amy Kenyon and sister Nora Kenyon. Known for ‘being hard-headed and stubborn’, Kathleen ‘grew up as a tomboy, fishing, climbing trees and playing a variety of sports’. As did I, but I didn’t collude with a sodding paedophile gang, which it seems that Kathleen did.

Kathleen’s father ‘encouraged wide reading and independent study’. In later years Kenyon would remark that her father’s position at the British Museum was particularly helpful with regard to her education. You don’t say! Kathleen ‘was an excellent student, winning awards at school and particularly excelling in history. She studied first at St Paul’s Girls’ School where she was Head Girl, before winning an Exhibition to read History at Somerville College, Oxford.While at Oxford, Kathleen became the first female President of the Oxford University Archaeological Society’. Oh put her on the ‘Woman’s Hour’ Power List, she’s broken a glass ceiling.

Somerville College, Oxford, was Thatch’s college. Although Kathleen was a bit older than Thatch, I’m sure that maximum use was, in subsequent years, made of the alumni network to the benefit of everyone but the victims of Dafydd and the gang.

A career in archaeology was first suggested to Kathleen by Margery Fry, librarian at Somerville. I wonder if Margery had noticed who Kathleen’s dad was. After graduation, Kenyon’s first field experience was as a photographer for the pioneering excavations at Great Zimbabwe in 1929. Returning to England, Kenyon joined the archaeologists Sir Mortimer Wheeler and his wife Tessa on their excavation of the Romano-British settlement of Verulamium (St Albans). Kenyon worked there each summer between 1930 and 1935 Mortimer Wheeler entrusted her with the direction of the excavation of the Roman Theatre.

Mortimer Wheeler was the Keeper of Archaeology and then Director of the National Museum of Wales and the London Museum, Director-General of the Archeological Survey of India and the founder and Honorary Director of the Institute of Archaeology in London.

When Mortimer Wheeler was appointed as the Keeper of Archaeology at the National Museum of Wales, the job also entailed becoming a lecturer in archaeology at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire (later Cardiff University). He moved to Cardiff with his family in 1920. The museum was in disarray; prior to the war, construction had begun on a new purpose-built building to house the collections. This had ceased during the conflict and the edifice was left abandoned during Cardiff’s post-war economic slump. Wheeler recognised that Wales was very divided regionally, with many Welsh people having little loyalty to Cardiff; thus, he made a point of touring the country, lecturing to local societies about archaeology. According to the later archaeologist Lydia C. Carr, the Wheelers’ work for the cause of the National Museum was part of a wider ‘cultural-nationalist movement’ linked to growing Welsh nationalism during this period. Plaid Cymru, was founded in 1925 by Saunders Lewis and others. Lewis was a lecturer at Swansea University – he taught Rhodri Morgan’s parents. When Dafydd was a young Plaid activist he hung out with Saunders Lewis.

In 1924-25 Wheeler excavated the Roman fort – Y Caer – near Brecon and also Isca Augusta at Caerleon. Intent on attracting press attention to both raise public awareness of archaeology and attract new sources of funding, Wheeler contacted the press and organised a sponsorship of the excavation by the ‘Daily Mail’. In doing so, he emphasised the folkloric and legendary associations that the Caerleon site had with King Arthur. In 1925, Oxford University Press published Wheeler’s first book for a general audience, ‘Prehistoric and Roman Wales’; he later expressed the opinion that it was not a good book.

Whilst Director of the National Museum of Wales – a position he obtained in 1924 substantially via influential friends – Wheeler succeeded in obtaining funding from the Treasury to build up the National Museum and link it with regional museums throughout Wales. A new building was completed and King George V opened it in 1927.

The 5th Baron Kenyon was President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57.

 

Upon the retirement of the Keeper of the London Museum, Wheeler was invited to fill the vacancy, which he did. He had been considering a return to London for some time and eagerly agreed, taking on the post, which was based at Lancaster House in the St James’s area in July 1926. In Wales, many felt that Wheeler had simply taken the directorship of the National Museum to advance his own career prospects and that he had abandoned Wales when a better offer came along. 

In 1934 Kathleen Kenyon assisted Mortimer and his wife Tess in the foundation of the Institute of Archaeology of University College London. UCL often seems to be at the scene of the crime. The first premises that Mortimer Wheeler secured for the Institute of Archaeology was St John’s Lodge in Regent’s Park, the Portakabin below:

 

 

St John’s Lodge had been left empty since its use as a hospital during WWI. The building was owned by the Crown and was controlled by the First Commissioner of Works, William Ormsby-Gore, who was very sympathetic to archaeology and leased the building to the Institute at a low rent. William Ormsby-Gore was the 4th Baron Harlech and the father of David, the 5th Baron Harlech. Lord David Harlech was the British Ambassador to the US when J.F. Kennedy was President. David Ormsby-Gore and his descendants have a penchant for dying in unpleasant ways, often when young. The family show every sign of having been under attack by the paedophile gang and their associates (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

 

Mortimer Wheeler continued with an incredibly high profile career, leading famous excavations, such as that of Maiden Castle in Dorset. He served in WWII, led extensive digs in Asia, held key roles in UNESCO and in the British Academy and in the 1950s broadcast for BBC TV.

Wheeler married three times. Tessa died in 1936 – their only child, Michael Mortimer Wheeler, became a barrister. Following Tessa’s death, in 1939 Wheeler married Mavis de Vere Cole, widow of the prankster Horace de Vere Cole. Cole’s diaries revealed that Wheeler physically hit her when she annoyed him. In 1945 Mortimer Wheeler married Margaret ‘Kim’ Collingridge. They became estranged in 1956, but Collingridge’s Catholicism prevented divorce. Wheeler was well known for his promiscuity and for favouring young women for one night stands, many of whom were his students. He was known for having casual sex in public places. Archaeologist Gabriel Moshenska informed a ‘Daily Mail’ reporter that Wheeler had developed a reputation as ‘a bit of a groper and a sex pest and an incredible bully as well’.

The Dafydd of archaeology.

 

From 1936-39 Kathleen Kenyon carried out important excavations at the Jewry Wall in the city of Leicester. These were published in the ‘Illustrated London News’ in 1937 with pioneering reconstruction drawings by the artist Alan Sorrell whom Kathleen had just happened ‘to notice sketching her dig’.

Alan Sorrell was Senior Assistant Instructor of Drawing at the Royal College of Art, 1931–39 and 1946–48. According to Kathleen’s wiki entry, Sorrell was passing the time of day hanging around her dig in Leicester. According to Sorrell’s wiki entry ‘He began his archaeological reconstruction drawings after a chance meeting in 1936 with Kathleen Kenyon on a dig of a Roman site in Leicester, who asked him to produce illustrations for her article for ‘The Illustrated London News’. More commissions then followed at Maiden Castle, in collaboration with Mortimer Wheeler and at Roman Caerwent and Carleon, in collaboration with Cyril Fox and V. E. Nash-Williams of the National Museum of Wales.’

Alan Sorrell was best known for his archaeological sketches, so clearly the arrangement between him and Kenyon in Leicester was fruitful for everyone.

I haven’t looked up who owned or edited the ‘Illustrated London News’, but it would  not be that much of a surprise to find out that they were a mate of Kathleen’s dad or someone senior in UCL or Leicester University. 

In WWII Alan Sorrell worked for the intelligence services. Here is his 1945 work ‘FIDO In Operation’.

 

 

And here is Fido himself:

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Here’s Fido’s trainer supervising a dig in 1977 – so it was probably one on the turf of the paedophiles’ friends at Chester:
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During the Second World War, Kathleen Kenyon served as Divisional Commander of the Red Cross in Hammersmith, London and later as Acting Director and Secretary of the Institute of Archaeology of the University of London.

Kathleen Kenyon retired in 1973 to Erbistock near Wrexham. She never married, perhaps having seen quite enough action whilst she worked with Mortimer Wheeler. From 1974, Kenyon was the Honorary Vice President of the Chester Archaeological Society. She died at Wrexham in 1978.

So Kathleen was in the Wrexham/Chester area whilst Dafydd and the paedophile gang were operating there and whilst the 5th Baron Kenyon allowed them free reign in UCNW – whilst his son Thomas was partaking of the services that the paedophile gang provided.

 

The British School of Archaeology in Jerusalem amalgamated within the Council for British Research in the Levant in 1998, was officially renamed the Kenyon Institute in July 2003 in honour of Kathleen Kenyon. The Kathleen Kenyon Archaeology Collection, a collection of Kenyon’s books and papers purchased from her estate in 1984, is housed at Baylor University in Waco, Texas. The finds from her excavations are held in a number of collections, including the British Museum and the UCL Institute of Archaeology, while the bulk of archive is located at the Manchester Museum. 

So there’s the myth of a few more outstanding careers built upon pure talent busted.

 

 

Paxo’s book details big wigs who exerted control over ‘the establishment’ at the time that I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-91. The institution was, as described in previous posts, colluding with organised child sexual abuse and trafficking, class A drugs offences, research fraud and much other wrongdoing which was resulting in patient harm.

My post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’ mentions some very odd happenings when I shared a house with Dr Andrew Aldridge, a junior surgeon at St George’s and his wife Di, who worked for a City firm. I don’t know how much Andrew knew about the appalling corruption at St George’s, but I do remember that his family lived at Alderley Edge in Cheshire and were Tories. Andrew’s father’s business was I think a carpentry/furniture business. His family were definitely not Top Doctors, they were business people.

Alderley Edge is a very wealthy area and it was where many of the professional people who concealed the activities of Dafydd et al lived. The crooked barrister George Carman QC lived near there and the area was crawling with senior police officers, Top Docs, financiers, lawyers etc. Sir Peter Morrison was just down the road at Chester molesting children.

I cannot imagine that Andrew and his family would ever find the conduct of Dafydd et al acceptable, but I do wonder if they were duped or whether their political allegiances blinded them. Andrew and Di considered me a real old leftie and I remember that once I tried to tell Andrew what I had been told about Jimmy Savile. Andrew just wouldn’t have it and told me that Savile was ‘a Samaritan’.

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No Andrew, he was a very serious sex offender, which is what I had been told by the time that I shared a house with you. Peter Morrison was a very serious sex offender as well – Thatcher knew about it and Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, with whom your mum and dad drank champagne at graduation, was concealing the crimes of Savile, Morrison and many more.

At the time that I was living with Andrew and Di and was under attack from Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, the constituency MP for Alderley Edge was the illustrious Neil Hamilton. Hamilton has of course featured previously on this blog and used to socialise with Peter Morrison. However, Hamilton’s constituency – Tatton – was created in 1983. Peter Morrison was elected as the MP for Chester in 1974 – and was one of those who supported Thatcher to succeed Ted Heath as leader of the Tory Party – but there had been organised abuse of young people in the region long before 1974. Dafydd and Gwynne had been in business for decades and things really got going in 1968 when John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community and was rapidly followed by many other abusive people with money to spare who suddenly decided to open a children’s home or school in north Wales.

 

Before the constituency of Tatton existed, Alderley Edge and neighbouring Wilmslow were in the constituency of Knutsford. Knutsford had been held by the Tories since the pre-Cambrian. Between 1945-70,  the MP was Walter Bromley-Davonport – so he was there when Dafydd and John Allen put their Big Business Plan into action. The Bromley-Davonports were friends of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

In 1970, John Davies was elected MP for Knutsford – he resigned in Nov 1978, after developing a brain tumour. Davies was the MP when Sir Peter Morrison decided that Chester was the constituency for him – although his family seat was in Wiltshire and his house was in London – and as business boomed for Dafydd et al.

John Davies was the first Director of the CBI, 1965-69. He was Minister of Technology in 1970 in Ted Heath’s Gov’t; then Secretary of State for Trade and Industry and President of the Board of Trade, 1970-72; Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster with special responsibilities for the co-ordination of British policy towards the European communities, 1972-74; and then Shadow Foreign Secretary under Margaret Thatcher, 1976-78.

Davies was born in Blackheath, London in 1916, the second son of Arnold Davies, a Chartered Accountant and his wife Edith Harding. Davies went to Windlesham House School in Sussex and St Edward’s School, Oxford. He followed his father into accountancy and served in the Royal Army Service Corps in WWII. Davies spent most of the war in the Combined Operations headquarters. From 1945 he worked for Combined Operations Experimental Establishment (COXE). In 1943, he married Vera Bates, only child of George William Bates, Managing Director of Barratts Shoes and his wife Elvina Taylor. They had two children; a daughter, Rosamond Ann and a son, Francis William Harding Davies.

Davies joined the Anglo-Iranian Oil Company as an accountant in the marketing division and worked for the company in London, Stockholm and Paris; the company was renamed as British Petroleum in 1954. In 1956, Davies was promoted to be General Manager (Markets) for BP and in 1960 he was Director of BP Trading.

In 1961, Davies was appointed as Vice-Chairman and Managing Director of Shell-Mex and BP Ltd. He also became a Director of Hill Samuel Group. Due to his position he was made a member of the Grand Council of the Federation of British Industry and Chaired a committee on technical legislation.

Davies supported initiatives such as the National Economic Development Council, where Gov’t, employers and trades unions met to discuss the economy and set up a joint CBI-TUC joint committee. He was supportive of British entry into the European Community when the Gov’t applied in 1967.

Davies surprised some, such as Enoch Powell in May 1967, when he made a speech in California in which he observed that the Labour government’s measures to keep pay and prices down were working; Powell considered this not only untrue but an example of collaboration in which ‘the very spokesmen of capitalism’ were doing the work of the socialists. As CBI chief, Davies had some quango appointments as a member of the British Productivity Council, the British National Export Council and the Council of Industrial Design. He was briefly a member of the Public Schools Commission.

After the devaluation of the pound in Nov 1967, Davies became much more critical of the Gov’t. Increasingly he would lambast Labour ministers on television, although he continued to work together with Ministers in private.

In 1969, Davies was recruited by Heath to join his Gov’t once he won the next election. Heath was looking to lead a ‘businesslike’ Gov’t and believed that senior business figures serving in senior posts would provide more expert management. Davies began to be more quotably critical, describing the ‘solemn and binding’ accord between the Gov’t and the TUC (after the failure of ‘In Place Of Strife’) as useful only in the lavatory.

Davies failed to win the selection for the Conservative nomination at the Louth by election of 1969 and for Cities of London and Westminster for the General Election. However, with Conservative Central Office support, Davies was found the seat at Knutsford, which was solid Tory country. He won the seat in the General Election in June 1970.

The Chairman of the Tory Party who would have worked so hard to get John Davies into the constituency of Knutsford was barrister Lord Anthony Barber, who was Chancellor of the Exchequer under Heath. Barber had been the MP for Doncaster, 1951-64 and then was MP for the Cheshire constituency of Altrincham and Sale, 1965-74. He had been PPS to Harold Macmillan, 1957-59 and was Minister of Health in 1963 – not long after Enoch Powell had stated that he would not allow things to continue at the North Wales Hospital, but then inexplicably backed off from his vow to close the place down but never explained why. Barber served in the RAF during WWII and was almost certainly a member of the security services.

 

In his capacity as Secretary of State for Trade and Industry, John Davies reiterated Heath’s pre-election policy of refusing to intervene in industry. In the House of Commons on 4 November, Davies said:

“We believe that the essential need of the country is to gear its policies to the great majority of people, who are not ‘lame ducks’, who do not need a hand, who are quite capable of looking after their own interests and only demand to be allowed to do so.” (Hansard 5th Series, volume 805, column 1211)

The term ‘lame ducks’ became associated with Davies. However, when Rolls Royce (a vital defence contractor) ran into financial difficulties early in 1971, it was decided that the Gov’t should help by bailing it out. When nugatory efforts did not help, the company was nationalised to prevent it from going bankrupt.

In June 1971, the Upper Clyde Shipbuilders went into receivership after the Gov’t refused it a £6 million loan. The workers at the yard, led by Communist shop stewards, decided to hold a ‘work-in’ when they occupied the yard and continued production. This industrial action tended to refute claims that trade unions were work-shy and was therefore embarrassing to the Gov’t. Davies’ London home was firebombed by the Angry Brigade on 31 July 1971. In February 1972, the Gov’t changed its policy and decided to retain three of the four shipyards at a cost of £35 million, although Davies knew they would never operate on a commercial basis.

Davies moved sideways to become Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster in November 1972. Davies’ role was predominantly behind the scenes in making sure British law was in compliance with European law. In Cabinet discussions, Davies advocated a confrontational approach to the trade unions, although he feared for the future.

In 1979 Davies was to be made a life peer as Baron Harding-Davies, but died before the creation of the peerage passed the Great Seal. Peerage history was made when, by Royal Warrant bearing the date 27 February 1980, Queen Elizabeth II granted his widow Vera Georgina the title of Lady Harding-Davies; his children The Hon. Frank Davies and The Hon. Rosamond Ann Metherell were given the rank of children of a life peer.

So someone somewhere was very grateful to John Davies for something. It was only equalled when in 1983 Thatch made the child molesting Speaker of the House George Thomas Viscount Tonypandy, although as a gay paedophile George Thomas had produced no heirs who could inherit the title.

It did mean that he could dress up though:

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John Davies’s son Frank Davies is an Anglo-Canadian record producer. Davies has been a major contributor to the growth of Canada’s music industry and its creative community for more than four decades. He is credited with discovering, producing, publishing, and developing the careers of many celebrated artists and songwriters, as well as being an advocate for their status. Davies received the Juno Awards 2014 Walt Grealis Special Achievement Award, recognizing individuals who have made a significant impact on the Canadian music industry.

Davies was educated at Windlesham House School near Brighton, Pangbourne College and Strasbourg University in north-east France. In 1972 he married the Canadian pop singer Lynda Squires. The marriage produced three children, Meghan Mae Harding Davies, now Ehrensperger, Emily Gwyneth Emerson Davies-Cohen, and Kate Theresa Georgina Davies.

Davies started his music career in 1964 as a French correspondent to Billboard magazine. He later worked for both EMI Records and Liberty Records in London until the late 1960s, before migrating to Canada in 1970. There, he co-founded the independent record label Daffodil (named after the national emblem of Wales and as a symbol of hope and new beginnings), which became the first Canadian label to be distributed by a ‘major’ in that country, in the shape of Capitol/EMI.

In 1978, alongside Daffodil, Frank Davies formed Partisan Music, a production and publishing company that entered into an exclusive deal with a U.S record company (Capitol) to develop talent for that label worldwide – a Canadian first.

In early 1982 Davies put his label and production company on hold to become President of ATV Music Canada. At ATV, he developed the songwriting careers, of Eddie Schwartz, David Tyson, Aldo Nova, the Pukka Orchestra, Headpins, Chilliwack and Toronto, and became a full-time music publisher.

In 1986, as a result of ATV’s purchase by Michael Jackson, Davies formed The Music Publisher (TMP) and built it into Canada’s largest and most successful independent music publisher over the next 14 years. Frank Davies sold TMP to Alliance Communications Corporation and A&F Music in 1994, staying on as its President/CEO until the end of 1999, at which time he founded the music consultancy firm he currently operates – Let Me Be Frank Inc.

TMP secured over 1,500 cover recordings, of the 5,000 Canadian songs Davies published, by artists as diverse as Joe Cocker, Bonnie Raitt, Alice Cooper, The Doobie Brothers, Tom Cochrane, Cher, Don Henley & Sheryl Crow, kd Lang, Tanya Tucker, Alannah Myles, Loverboy, Terri Clark, Emmylou Harris, Wynonna, George Jones, Bette Midler, The Carpenters, Blue Oyster Cult, Amanda Marshall and The Guess Who. Indeed, I can guess who:

 

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‘Do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’

During the TMP years Frank Davies signed and published the songs of many more songwriters and artists. TMP opened a Nashville office in the mid-90s.

Since founding Let Me Be Frank Inc, Davies has been the executive producer for albums by Serena Ryder – whom he brought to EMI Music – The Rankin Family and The Treasures whose debut was released by Universal in the spring. He is currently working on the solo debut for Heather Rankin. LMBF also publishes the works of longtime client and record producer David Tyson, is a consultant to corporate client Ole Media Management, and has consulted to Microsoft/XBox, as well as the Dept of Canadian Heritage, the Neighbouring Rights Collective of Canada and to a variety of songwriters, artists and music publishers with respect to the sale and acquisition of their copyright catalogues.

Davies has served as a director on industry boards including CARAS (Vice President/Trustee), CMRRA (Chair), FACTOR, PROCAN, Canadian Music Publishers Association (CMPA), OMDC, SOCAN and the Socan Foundation (Chair).

In 1998 Frank Davies founded the non-profit Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame/Le panthéon des auteurs et compositeurs Canadiens (CSHF/PACC) serving as its Chairman until 2004. The Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame has inducted Canadian songwriters such as Gordon Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, RUSH, Robbie Robertson, Joni Mitchell and Oscar Peterson.

Frank Davies has sat on the following Canadian Boards:

  • CHAIRMAN – Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, 2000-04
  • Ontario Media Development Corporation, 2001-02
  • FOUNDING MEMBER – Canadian Independent Record Production Association, 1970
  • VICE-PRESIDENT & TRUSTEE – Canadian Academy of Recording Arts & Sciences, 1983-90
  • CHAIRMAN – The SOCAN Foundation, 1990-97
  • Foundation to Assist Canadian Talent on Record (FACTOR) 1985-88
  • Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers (SOCAN) 1990-99
  • Performing Rights Organization of Canada (PROCAN) 1983-89
  • Music Promotion Foundation (MPF) 1985-90
  • EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE – Canadian Music Publishers Association, 1982-2000
  • CHAIRMAN – Canadian Musical Reproduction Rights Agency, 1982-2000

Frank Davies has bagged the following awards:

  • Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, Special Achievement Award (2005)
  • Society of Composers, Authors & Music Publishers of Canada Special Achievement Award (2004)
  • Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences Dedicated Service Award (1993)
  • Juno Award Dedicated Service Award (1990)
  • MARQUEE MAGAZINE FRANK DAVIES named one of the ‘Top 30: Canadian Music’s Power Brokers’
  • PROCAN AWARD Dedicated Service Award (1990)
  • THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1990)
  • THE RECORD ‘Music Publisher of the Year’ (1989)
  • RECORD WORLD MAGAZINE (US) Gold Label Award (1977)

 

 

At the time that my life was made deliberately unbearable by people at St George’s and when Tony and Sadie Francis were busy perjuring themselves in order to try and have me imprisoned – with the full knowledge of the BMA, the MDU and the MDU solicitors Hempsons – the Tories were determined to force Thatch out.

This man – a lawyer from south Wales and a lifelong friend of Ronnie Waterhouse – who undoubtedly knew about the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, stuck the first knife in:

 

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Most of the bestest friends of Dafydd and the paedophiles backed this man – originally from Swansea – when he challenged Thatch for the leadership, Thatch’s campaign being run by Peter Morrison:

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This man also stood against Thatch – he had been Home Secretary throughout many of the years when the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles were simply ignored and their victims died in prison:

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This was the eventual lucky winner:

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The following people all held leading roles in Gov’t Depts which were directly responsible for concealing the paedophile rings active in north Wales and in London while I worked at St George’s:

 

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Politics being what it is, some of those in this Hall of Lame will have been working for the security services and will protest that they were gathering info and working behind the scenes without breaking cover. Whatever it was that they thought they were doing, it absolutely was not enough. They were frightened to touch the Top Doctors and they shouldn’t have been. They should have admitted to the public what was going on, admitted that the NHS was not safe and gone in there and arrested Dafydd et al. They didn’t and people died.

 

Up in Bangor University, this man was in camouflage as he kept the paedophile gang in business:

  • Eric Sunderland (1930–2010), President of the University ...

 

After Eric Sunderland died, his widow fulfilled her lifelong ambition and purchased herself a Porsche. A few years previously the body of one of the Hergest Unit patients who had died as a result of serious clinical negligence was kept in cold storage for months because he hadn’t left enough money to pay for his burial and none of his three surviving relatives – two of whom were also near-destitute mental health patients – could afford to pay for his funeral either. The dead man had grown up ‘in care’. Eventually after much wrangling, the local authority agreed to pay for a pauper’s funeral. No members of mental health staff went, but a few Hergest patients did.

The nearest Porsche dealers to Mrs Sunderland’s house at Beaumaris are in Ellesmere Port and Cheshire – Knutsford and Warrington, just down the road from Risley Remand Centre.

Happy motoring Mrs S, one hopes that it is not a case of CRASH, as it was for my house mate and a few other witnesses to the wrongdoing of the paedophiles and their friends. And if you develop a brain tumour, for God’s sake don’t go to the Walton Centre.

 

The man ensuring that things continued to run smoothly at the hands of Eric was of course the Chancellor of UCNW:

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Carlo’s Private Secretary who told people that Carlo couldn’t get involved when people wrote to Carlo informing him that children were being abused in north Wales was Edward Adeane:

 

 

Read about the slippery character Adeane in my post ’95 Glorious Years’.

 

 

Sir Peter Morrison – the child molester
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His supplier:

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The woman who died in the Ritz, alone, except for a paid Angel who was in attendance. As opposed to being murdered by the screws in Risley Remand Centre or somehow ending up buried in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh:

 

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Ian Brockington’s Mischief

Since researching for yesterday’s post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’ and realising that the Top Doctors in north Wales who concealed the paedophile ring that operated in the region over decades had even more friends in high places assisting them than I ever imagined, I’ve followed up on a few things that I should have followed up on before. One of those things is the academic and professional contacts of Dr X (Dr Tony Francis) before he went to work at the North Wales Hospital in the mid 80s. Previous posts have explained how documents that I only acquired earlier this year demonstrate that Tony Francis was involved in very serious wrongdoing, including industrial scale perjury in an attempt to have me imprisoned after I’d complained about the north Wales mental health services.

Francis killed himself a few years ago, after the re-opening of the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, I suspect because he feared – or indeed knew – that the net was closing in on him. (Readers of this blog who follow the comments section will have seen how recently a friend of Tony Francis became very angry with me for naming him.) I have for a while been interested in why Tony Francis ever went to work in a hell-hole like Denbigh. Denbigh was notorious, no way would any ambitious competent psychiatrist ever want to go there to join Dafydd Alun Jones, Gwynne the lobotomist and the paedophiles’ friends. I posed the same question about the arrival of Professor Mark Williams and David Healy in Bangor, but as a previous post explains I suspect that was because they knew that there was no research governance there and they’d be able to publish anything, claim miracles and not be questioned (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). But they arrived a few years after Francis and they did arrive at a time when Professor Fergus Lowe had embarked on his own bit of empire building in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Francis arrived when Dafydd still dominated the School of Psychology and was wangling places there for his own children even if they weren’t appropriately qualified, when Gwynne the lobotomist was still causing havoc in the Student Health Centre and before there was really any in-patient psychiatric care at all available in Bangor, it was all still based at te North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I can only think – indeed I’m fairly certain now that I know what Francis was actually doing without the patients’ knowledge – that he disgraced himself in some way in a previous job and that’s why he was cast out into the Evil Darkness that was the North Wales Hospital and the paedophiles. Top Doctors are never cast out for incompetence or poor clinical skills, they are cast out if their senior colleagues believe that they are such a liability that the shit is going to one day hit the fan on their patch, as I witnessed when I worked at St Georges Hospital Medical School. Francis must have been causing a great deal of concern to someone to have been despatched to Denbigh, even if north Wales was desperately in need of new blood and an alternative to Dafydd and Gwynne.

My post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’ named Prof Tim Crow as one of Francis’s previous academic colleagues, but I think that Francis worked with Crow in the 70s. Before arriving in north Wales, Francis worked in Manchester. I have discovered a number of abstracts of publications written before he went to north Wales. A number of those publications, dated 1980, 1981, 1982 and 1983 concern mood disorders and peuperal psychosis and are co-authored with an I.F. Brockington. That is one Professor Ian Brockington who is Emeritus Professor at the University of Birmingham. Brockington describes himself as a neurobiologist on his website – he is a psychiatrist whose research interest is neurobiology. His forte is women’s mental health and one of his most well-known books is ‘Eileithyia’s Mischief’, Eileithyia being the Greek goddess of childbirth and midwifery. In 1993 Brockington was the founder and first Chairman of the section on women’s mental health in the World Psychiatric Association. Between 1983-2001 Brockington was Chair of Psychiatry at the University of Birmingham and was responsible for training thousands of medical students as well as for training many psychiatrists at postgraduate level. Before that he was Senior Lecturer at Manchester between 1975-1982 and it was there that Francis worked with him.

Now one phenomenon that I have noticed in medicine is that although Top Doctors will ensure that a problem is removed from their own patch, not only do they not blow the whistle, but if the problem becomes caught up in a scandal later in their career – as Dafydd did constantly after ‘training’ at the Maudsley – they will deny that they ever spotted a potential problem, lest they are implicated. This is why those charmers at St Georges Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital felt able to conceal Dafydd’s criminal activities and misconduct when they were faced with it in 1991. Dafydd had worked with their mate Bob Hobson at the Maudsley and no-one was going to admit that Bob had trained an abusive nutter who then went out into the world and caused chaos. (Lord Robert Winston employed a serial sexual harasser at Hammersmith Hospital – Winston passed him on to St Georges who passed him on to Cardiff. He’s still there.) So if Tony Francis had disgraced himself whilst on Brockington’s team, it is highly likely that Brockington would never let anyone know what had happened even if Francis ended up in hot water subsequently.

So Francis was despatched to north Wales in about 1983. In 1987 I made a very serious complaint which involved Tony Francis, Dafydd Alun Jones and a number of other staff. My complaint included unlawful imprisonment, assault and attempts to bribe and threaten me into dropping my complaint. My post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’ details how difficult it was to even get that complaint investigated and how there was a complete whitewash when it was investigated. Documents in my possession demonstrate what was going on behind the scenes at the time (detailed in previous posts), including phone calls and letters being exchanged between the Medical Ombudsman for the Welsh Office, Professor Robert Owen and one of Tony Francis’s mates, a GP in Bangor, DGE Wood, who was not part of my complaint in any way and who was no longer my GP. I had no knowledge of these communications at the time. The letters and phone calls were being sent and made to Owen at his home in Colwyn Bay. So all pretty irregular really.

One thing that happened at the hearing into my complaint led by Bluglass was that no part of my complaint involving Tony Francis was dealt with – although Francis was called as a witness. Huge aspects of my complaint about Dafydd weren’t dealt with either, but nothing at all relating to Tony Francis, the conduct of his SHO a Dr Perera, or the social worker who broke the law to do their bidding, Jackie Brandt, was mentioned in the final report. Perera and Brandt were not called as witnesses either. Previous posts have explained how Bluglass had co-authored with Dr Paul Bowden from the Maudsley – who will have known Dafydd’s mate Bob Hobson. I thought that was a salient connection. But at the time that I made that complaint about Tony Francis, the man with whom he had worked for a number of years, Ian Brockington, was the Chair of Psychiatry at Birmingham – Bluglass was the Chair of Forensic Psychiatry at Birmingham at the same time. No wonder Francis wasn’t investigated or even mentioned in Bluglass’s final report.

Brockington is a very big name indeed in women’s mental health. Tony Francis unlawfully detained and then repeatedly perjured himself in an attempt to imprison one woman who had complained about him. He encouraged other people to perjure themselves as well in an attempt to achieve this end. I know of another woman who at about the same time as me also made a complaint against Tony Francis and Jackie Brandt, again that she had been detained unlawfully. Some years later the same young women made another complaint against Tony Francis – she maintained that Tony Francis had exposed himself to her. There were no witnesses to the incident, the young woman was deemed to be psychotic and Francis was cleared. I have no idea at all whether he did do that, but I now have numerous documents demonstrating that Francis and his colleagues broke the law repeatedly, lied constantly and perjured themselves again and again.

Would Professor Brockington now like to tell us what it was that Francis did whilst he was on Brockington’s team that resulted in Francis being cast into the Evil Darkness? If Brockington is going to claim the same sort of sudden memory loss that Robert Bluglass experienced when I confronted him with his wrongdoing a few years ago, perhaps some of the others who worked with Francis and Brockington at the time could enlighten us. Francis’s co-authors on those papers with Brockington were: J.E. Helzer, V.F. Hillier, S. Wainwright, K.F. Cernik, E.M. Schofield, A.R. Downing and C. Keelan. Come on now, Francis did some very naughty things in north Wales – including concealing a paedophile gang, some of whose victims were found dead in suspicious circumstances. Cough.

But Ian Brockington may well have had connections with Dafydd as well as with Francis. Brockington too undertook his training in psychiatry at the Maudsley and is of a similar vintage to Dafydd. Like Dafydd, Brockington spent a few years doing a few other things before taking up psychiatry – Brockington was a cardiologist, whereas Dafydd just got himself thrown out of a chemistry degree – so what’s the betting that their paths crossed at the Maudsley? Even if Brockington did not know Dafydd personally, that stint at the Maudsley will have brought him into contact with many others who were keeping a lid on Dafydd’s crimes – Brockington also worked at the Institute of Psychiatry in 1969, so he’ll have had opportunities for further bonding there.

Brockington’s wife Diana is described as a ‘tribunal judge’. Now that could be employment tribunals – but just imagine if it were mental health tribunals…

Should anyone try to escape the Top Doctors of north Wales by emigrating, hard luck. Brockington, like the Count (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’), has contacts abroad as well. He was a visiting prof in Chicago. And he’s done a stint at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School, Hammersmith Hospital, an institution featured in previous posts.

Brockington’s previous at Manchester may explain something else as well. The protection afforded to the truly lethal Dr Tony Roberts, latterly of the Hergest Unit and one of Francis’s colleagues in north Wales, who managed such a high suicide rate among his patients that it showed up as a statistical outlier – the highest in Wales, the second highest in the whole of England and Wales. Roberts trained at Manchester at the time that Brockington was there – and of course Francis. Tony Roberts was so unpleasant, dangerous and dysfunctional that I don’t think anyone ever questioned why he’d landed a job at the North Wales Hospital, he was obviously virtually unemployable. Despite him being loathed by his colleagues and exterminating patients, the GMC felt it worth their while using a forged document to protect him (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’).

Tony Francis also had links to Cardiff Medical School. He studied there as an undergrad (he was a student there whilst Neil Kinnock was the NUS President there) and in the 70s he was working and publishing with the Dept of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff. This alone will have ensured that he knew what a bloody dreadful reputation the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had, he’ll have heard the stories. Francis published with the team from Cardiff in 1976, 1977 and 1978. Perhaps his colleagues from that time would like to spill the beans. His co-authors were: D.M. Shaw, G.V. Groom, D. Riad-Fahmy, P. Williams, J. Link, E.N. Cole, D. Hughes, S.F. Tidmarsh, A.L. Johnson, A.C. Michalakeas, G.J. Riley and R. Blazek.

In 1979 Francis was the single author of a paper concerning brain structure and schizophreniform psychosis. Which sounds like the sort of work that Time Crow might have been involved with.

My post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’ described the possible links that the founder of SANE, Marjorie Wallace, had with the associates of the Top Doctors in north Wales. Marjorie has inflicted her damage by using her media contacts to provide much misinformation regarding the activities of the Top Doctors. Marjorie has excellent media contacts because she has worked in journalism since the 60s. As well as her relationship with Count Andrew Skarbek who was also a Top Doctor, as I detailed yesterday Marjorie has had relationships with Lord Snowdon and Tom Marjerison. All at the same time. I wrote a bit about Tom yesterday, who was obviously a very big hitter indeed, being the founder of New Scientist and London Weekend Television, but Tom had worked with those at the very top of the tree. One of the co-founders of LWT was David Frost, who provided never ending entertainment for the likes of Peter Cook, but was of course famous for ingratiating himself to just about every British PM and US President of the last forty years. Frost indulged in idiocies such as presenting ‘Through The Keyhole’ which led to me being completely unable for years to believe all the stories about Frost being seriously influential in Gov’t circles, but those stories were true – he toadied to the very best. Frost died a very odd death a few years ago. He was on a cruise ship without his wife which was alleged to have been unusual for Frost, when he had a heart attack. Frost had a lot of bad luck there – the heart attack happened at a time when the ship was at a location where Frost could not be helped, although the sort of ships that Frost travelled on have their own medics on board. Then a few months later Frost’s son died an equally odd death – he was a young man, who collapsed whilst he was out jogging. Both Frost and his son were alleged to have suffered from the same hereditary heart problem, but the Frost family subsequently claimed that no Top Doctors had ever warned them that Frost’s son had the heart problem. Then it was revealed that whatever had caused Frost’s heart attack, it wasn’t his heart defect. These two deaths were so weird that one could almost imagine them happening to people who might have known about the Westminster Paedophile Ring that was being discussed so extensively at the time and who were suspected of being about to investigate or even go public…

Talking of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, I received a very helpful e mail yesterday from a journo providing me with names and details of suspects, victims and accessories. It’ll take me a few days to read it all, but I’ve already spotted a few names that I recognise. Like me, this journo believes that north Wales and Lambeth were the areas of the most intense activity where the providing of youngsters in care for the purposes of sexual exploitation was concerned.

Marjerison did business with another very high profile person when he established LWT as well – Rupert Murdoch. Murdoch was an investor in LWT, but Marjerison fell out with him in a big way, which is what caused Marjerison’s departure from LWT in 1971. Marjerison may have fallen out with Murdoch, but Marjorie was of course a journo on the ‘Sunday Times’ throughout the 80s, when she launched her ‘keep the prisons for the paedophiles’ victims open’ campaign – Murdoch bought the ‘Sunday Times’ and the ‘Times’ in 1981. Murdoch’s press famously did Thatcher’s administrations great favours. Matthew Parris, Thatcher’s former correspondence secretary who waxes lyrical about having sex with ‘willing boys’ in his autobiography (see post ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’) also worked and still works for Murdoch on the ‘Times’. So I don’t think that any publication owned by Mr Murdoch was likely to run an expose of kids in care being sexually abused by public figures, some of whom were close to Thatcher. Indeed his publications might have welcomed journos and articles which distracted from or concealed what was going on.

There is however something much more fascinating about Tom Marjerison than even his work with Frost and Murdoch. That is the stories concerning his involvement with the security services. Although Marjerison spent most of his career in the media, he began life as a physicist and in the 60s was acknowledged as being an expert on Soviet technology. He was the BBC’s source of info for this and made a ‘Panorama’ programme about the Red Army’s ammunition production in Siberia. Merjerison’s obituaries relate anecdotes concerning the making of this programme that cannot be true. In the attempts to portray him as some sort of Super Hero, they explain how when he was in Siberia filming, he won the admiration of the Soviets by drinking even more than they did, swimming in a pool which was covered in thick ice, wore only a ‘light Marks & Spencers suit in -40c temperatures’, evaded his ‘Soviet minders’ and ‘the bugs in his room’. No matter how much of an expert on Soviet technology Marjerison was, he was still a human being and the reason why people in Siberia wrap up well – very well actually, more than any other place on earth, in layers of skins and fur – is that if they don’t do this, they die. History is full of examples of whole armies that died when they attempted to cross what used to be the Soviet Union because they encountered those temperatures in unsuitable clothes. Such as M&S suits. Furthermore, I very much doubt that Merjerison did evade his ‘Soviet minders’ – the Soviet Union in the 1960s was a very harsh place and the consequences of leaving your group would be very high indeed. And how did he know that he evaded the bugs in his room? If the bugs were any good he wouldn’t have found them anyway. So some tall stories were being told in an attempt to convince people that Tom smuggled state secrets out of the Soviet Union for ‘Panorama’. He didn’t. (By the way ‘Panorama’ wouldn’t even tackle the Top Doctors in north Wales let alone the KGB – I know because I offered them the story.)

The same obits lovingly recounted how the Soviets were so impressed by Tom’s Putin-like qualities that the KGB tried to recruit him as a spy by leaving him bottles of vodka in telephone boxes outside of West End theatres. If they really did that, the vodka would be picked up by a passing vagrant, it wouldn’t wait there for Tom to come out of the theatre. But so impressive was Tom that MI5 tried to recruit him as well! But Tom was having none of it – he met with MI5 at the Cumberland Hotel to discuss his future with MI5’s careers officer, but he saw so many other identical meetings going on in the same room at the same time that he turned MI5 down. These stories sound to me very much like the stories that are put about to muddy the waters – and some such stories are put about by people who did work for the security services. But there is other info about Tom available as well. That during the war, when he was still working as a physicist, he did ‘undercover work’ for the war effort, work that ‘continued for several years into peacetime’. So Tom did work for the security services then, which was probably how he got into the Soviet Union to make a documentary. Nothing to do with an M&S suit in the cold climate. Furthermore, Tom was Director of the Nuclear Electric information Group and a consultant for the British Nuclear Industry Forum. The Gov’t wouldn’t have given those jobs out to just anyone. Marjerison was sufficiently good friends with Yuri Gagarin to have accompanied him to a meal at Buck House when Gagarin was invited to meet HM the Queen. Tom’s obituaries also contain references to him being wheeled out to deal with ‘the unions’ at various times in his career.

The reason that I am interested in all this, is that it has now been admitted that Sir Peter Hayman, a diplomat who did work for the British security services, was a convicted paedophile, but was not prosecuted for a number of other offences when he should have been. There are allegations that members of the security services were involved in the Kincora Boys Home scandal and that the security services were involved in concealing the extent of child abuse in north Wales. Tom Marjerison ‘helped’ Marjorie Wallace in her work with SANE. Although Tom and Marjorie didn’t start living together until the mid 80s, they both worked together on the ‘Sunday Times’ for a long while before that and as with Marjorie and Lord Snowdon, they were ‘close’.

Another friend of Marjorie’s that I mentioned in ‘One Dangerous Fucker’ was Mary Kenny, a rather eccentric journalist who has written for Tory supporting publications like the Torygraph and the ‘Spectator’. Mary Kenny is famously idiosyncratic, she was a leading light in the Irish feminist movement in the early 70s but is still very faithful to the Catholic Church in Ireland. I haven’t been able to find any info that suggests that Kenny might be closely associated with anyone complicit with organised child sexual abuse – but the Catholic Church itself isn’t too clean on that whole issue. (I am reading the book that Conrad Black, the former owner of the Torygraph wrote after he was released from prison, which is a mine of info. I’ll be using the info in future posts.)

‘One Dangerous Fucker’ detailed the way in which a close friend of mine was sacked from her job at the Royal Television Society – a friend whose parents had been supporting me in my battles with the north Wales Top Doctors/paedophiles’ friends and who was interested in making a documentary about it. The President of the RTS at the time was Sir Paul Fox. Fox began his career at the BBC in the 1950s and was controller of BBC 1 for six years from 1967. He spanned the height of Jimmy Savile’s abuse at the BBC then. Paul Fox was then head of programmes at Yorkshire TV and was the Managing Director of Yorkshire TV between 1977-88. Fox was Chairman of ITN between 1986-1988 and Managing Director of BBC Network TV between 1988-1991.

In July 1989 people working for Yorkshire TV approached the social worker who blew the whistle on the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, Alison Taylor, regarding child abuse in north Wales. In September 1989 Alison Taylor and a man who had been in care in north Wales who alleged abuse were filmed extensively for Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned the film about child abuse in north Wales for a documentary about another, far smaller, child abuse case. My friend was working at the Royal Television Society at this time. She was dismissed in early 1991, at the same time that I was hounded out of my job at St Georges Hospital Medical School. My friend was subsequently awarded compensation for unfair dismissal. Paul Fox was knighted in 1991.

Top Doctors don’t have to be married to Marjorie Wallace to have media connections. One thing that Top Doctors really enjoy is rubbing noses with Royalty or appearing in the media. I would advise the Royals to be cautious where the Top Doctors are concerned though. The Top Doctors are certainly shameless toadies when they are in the presence of a Royal personage and if a Royal appears at a Top Doctors meeting or conference, no matter how inane the Royal address to the Top Doctors is, the Top Doctors will nod enthusiastically throughout the speech and then clap very vigorously at the end, with that weird expression on their faces that they use specifically for such occasions, a sort of over-determined expression. And of course the Top Doctors are delighted to have a Royal open a new wing of a hospital, it makes their day, it is only bettered when a Royal appears at a Top Doctors Charity Ball. However in the 1990s the gynaecological case history of a member of the Royal Family was being passed around the London hospitals, for the entertainment of everyone. It’s the Top Doctors you know – they’re really not all that they pretend to be.

Top Doctors enjoy hobnobbing with other celebs as well as Royals and one Top Doctor who had connections to those we know and love who became very well known for a celeb connection was the psychiatrist Robin Skynner. Skynner famously co-authored with John Cleese in 1989 and 1993. John Cleese with the BBC career that is. Cleese had been one of Skynner’s clients since 1975 and the books that they wrote together introduced family therapy to a lay audience.

In terms of being in a position to conceal the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al or indeed organised child abuse, Robin Skynner had a CV as good as that of the Count. Skinner qualified as a doctor from UCL in 1952 and trained as a child psychiatrist. He passed his Diploma in Psychological Medicine in 1957 and worked with S.H. Foulkes (originally known as S.H. Fuchs), a psychoanalyst. Foulkes was a pioneer and one of the founders of group analysis in Britain and his official history states that he attracted others who were keen to change the way that mental health patients were dealt with. Now there was a lot of this sort of thing alleged in the 60s, that the new generation of psychiatrists wanted change and I’m sure that many of them did. But change did not happen – psychiatry remained an incredibly abusive, oppressive speciality that was used to silence people who should have been listened to. What did happen though was some very abusive people like Dafydd Alun Jones and Tony Francis learnt the language of therapy and used that to inflict very great damage on people and conceal some real horrors. Skynner was attracted by the early stages of the ‘therapeutic community’ movement – just like Dafydd! In fact Dafydd told Dr Robin Jacobson of St Georges Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital in 1991 that he had treated me in a therapeutic community, rather than explaining that I’d been unlawfully arrested after having been threatened by him, illegally imprisoned and then assaulted by the staff. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Jacobson knew that Dafydd was lying and also knew that Dafydd was having sex with patients but no-one challenged Dafydd about any of it. in 1959 Skynner and disciples of Foulkes formed Group Analytic Practice and what followed was the emergence of the Institute of Group Analysis for training in group therapy. In 1977 Skynner formed the Institute for Family Therapy and Chaired this until 1979.

Skynner was the authority on family therapy, so intellectually and academically he was phenomenally influential. But he had the other usual powers of the Top Doctor as well, in terms of his professional network. He was invited to become a member of the Royal College of Psychiatrists on it’s formation in 1971. He was then elected a Fellow of the Royal College in 1976. He trained as a child psychiatrist at the Maudsley – where else? Along with the Count and Dafydd and Bob Hobson and the rest of them and at a very similar time. It was at the Maudsley that Skynner met Foulkes. Skynner was the Director of the Woodberry Down Child Guidance Unit and between 1965-1970 was Physician In Charge of the Dept of Psychiatry at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children. In 1970 Skynner gave up child guidance work. From 1971 he held a Senior Tutor post at the Institute of Psychiatry and a post as Honorary Associate Consultant at the Maudsley. So we’ve arrived back at those two establishments again…

Skynner retired from the NHS and from university teaching in 1982, but like the rest of them continued with his private practice. Well it doesn’t just keep the dosh rolling in, it means that one’s still in a position of influence should anyone start publicising anything that a lot of important people would rather they didn’t. S.H. Foulkes, the daddy of them all, worked at Barts Hospital until he retired in 1963, but continued in private practice after that.

Skynner didn’t work alone, he worked with his wife Prudence. Together they became leaders in family therapy and pioneered the development of therapy groups for couples that included groups for bishops of the Church of England and their wives no less. If I had come across this info a few years ago I’d have been a bit non-plussed and wondered why bishops of the C of E and their wives might be particularly in need of family therapy. But in recent months even Radio 4’s ‘Sunday’ programme has simply become one long roll call of bishops who either spent their lives molesting children or concealing other people in the Church who molested children. Skynner and Prudence obviously identified a market long before anyone else knew about this syndrome.

Prudence died in 1987. She was so highly regarded in the field that one London medical school named it’s family therapy unit in honour of her when it opened in 1990. Yes, it was St Georges Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital, who one year later were ignoring evidence of Dafydd’s and Tony Francis’s criminal activities and were consulting Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress and Director of Gwynedd Social Services, who was later named in the Waterhouse Report as colluding with a paedophile gang – for evidence regarding my ‘dangerousness’.

After Prudence died, Skynner entered into a long term relationship with Welsh landscape artist Josh Partridge and they spent much time together at Skynner’s cottage in Wales…

As so many of those we know and love are, Skynner was ‘spiritual’. He had a long association with the Gurdjieff Society. I’ve been on their website and it’s pretty much what I expected – I also note that it involves something called ‘The Fourth Way’. As opposed to Blair and Giddens’s Third Way.

Like many spiritual people whom I have known who have made careers in therapy and analysis – which has tended to include discrediting or even lying about anyone who uncovers the sordid underbelly of the world of the Top Doctors – Skynner seems to have actually been quite a dysfunctional man. He had an incredibly ‘difficult’ childhood and in later life used to quip that his mother called him a lunatic but that he managed to enter psychiatric hospitals by the staff entrance. Skynner was always happy to maintain that he ‘needed treatment’. On a more sober note there were observations that as a bomber pilot during the war Skynner had some very bad experiences which profoundly affected him. There is mention of therapy sessions that were ‘chaotic’, with people screaming at each other and crying. If one is a half-competent Top Doctor it is de rigueur to admit that one has one’s own problems – it’s like having patients’ art work on one’s walls, it shows that you’re not like Gwynne the lobotomist.

Robin Skynner may well have been very genuine in his expressions about all this, but Top Doctors can find admissions of psychological problems or mental illness very useful. It gets them out of trouble. Dafydd was a pioneer in this field, he told absolutely everyone back in the 80s that he suffered from a ‘nervous illness’, for which he received treatment ‘from a doctor in England’. One of my postgrad friends at the time observed that the beauty of this would be that if ever Dafydd was done for misconduct he’d just say ‘oh it’s my nervous illness’ and that friend was spot-on. Likewise Tony Francis had a mood disorder. Now Tony Francis was indeed a very troubled man, but in the months before he killed himself he spent a very long time in hospital in Manchester. (I note that he certainly didn’t use the services provided by his colleagues in north Wales.) When I told my friend Brown about this, he observed that one advantage of being in hospital would be that Francis wouldn’t have to answer any questions. I thought that Brown was being overly cynical at the time, but some time later I had a very interesting conversation with someone who was a neighbour of Francis and knew his wife. This person didn’t know that I had known Francis years before and she didn’t know that I’d ever been a patient of his. But she mentioned that he was suffering so much because of a ‘dreadful woman’ who had complained about him. After a few more sentences it became clear that the person whom she was talking about was me. I didn’t like to mention that I hadn’t even seen Francis for at least four years and that the complaint had been made some twenty years ago and had never been investigated anyway. And I certainly didn’t tell her that Francis and his colleagues had perjured themselves repeatedly and concealed a paedophile gang, because I didn’t have the documents then that I now have. So if a Top Doctor has a mental illness the narrative plays out somewhat differently to when the rest of the world does.

Robyn Skynner on one occasion did something that would be frowned upon by most therapists. He introduced one of his clients – John Cleese – to another therapist, whom Cleese subsequently had a relationship with and then married. That was the American lady whom Cleese divorced a few years ago among much acrimony, publicity and which left him feeling so bitter that he used the divorce as the basis for a comedy tour.

One comment in one of Skynner’s obituaries that is particularly significant was that he ‘worked with adults and children of an unusually wide range of socio-economic status, from the poorest districts of the East End to private practice’. This could apply to anyone working at the Maudsley. The Maudsley’s immediate catchment area is Lambeth. The Lambeth that, along with north Wales, had the biggest problem in the UK with children in care being abused and trafficked by paedophiles. Lambeth Council also sent many children on placement to children’s homes in north Wales. So theoretically, the Count or Dafydd or Bob Hobson or indeed Robin Skynner, could be treating both the trafficked kids and the paedophiles who abused them. If those paedophiles were celebs, people with connections to Westminster or members of the security services, the consequences are obvious.

There is of course a former Top Doctor from the Maudsley who is probably the most well-known media psychiatrist – Anthony Clare. (Raj Parsaud followed hot on his heels but unfortunately Raj was exposed as an outrageous and shameless plagiarist, which he had been for many years but no-one had dared mention it.) Clare is no longer with us, he died in 2007. He qualified as a doctor at University College Dublin in 1966 and after doing his initial training in psychiatry at St Patrick’s Hospital Dublin, he ended up at the Maudsley for five years as a registrar and then senior registrar. In 1976 he became a researcher in general practice at the Institute of Psychiatry, spending six years there. It was during this time that he began broadcasting on Radio 4 and in 1982 he began doing the programme for which he became famous, ‘In The Psychiatrist’s Chair’. He was applauded for getting to the soul of his interviewees and poor old Bob Monkhouse ended up in tears. Clare did of course interview Jimmy Savile – and he didn’t mention You Know What. Savile didn’t end up in tears. It would be unfair to let Clare off the hook by saying that no-one asked Savile the Big Question – which is what everybody claimed after his death – because actually there was one journalist who did ask Savile if he was a paedophile and that was Lyn Barber. I read the interview, it was in I think ‘The Observer’ and it passed pretty much without wider media comment – but Lyn Barber had said to Savile during the interview ‘they say that you like little girls’. And Savile had come out with the usual load of Savilesque meaningless tripe, but Lyn Barber did ask him. In 1983 Clare became Prof and Head of Dept of Psychological Medicine at Barts. In 1989 he returned to Dublin. Many years ago in ‘Private Eye’ an article appeared concerning a scandal that had happened in a hospital over which Clare had responsibility. A woman had been sectioned and detained for three days – because she had started divorce proceedings against her husband. It wasn’t the Maudsley, it was a hospital in Dublin to which Clare had returned to work after 1989. There was a fuss, the woman sued and there was media comment about how embarrassing this was for Anthony Clare. I’d be interested to know how that lady ever managed to make herself heard let alone begin legal proceedings – just look at what was going on in north Wales and indeed St Georges Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital at the very same time. So presumably whichever hospital in Dublin it was, it wasn’t involved in concealing a vicious paedophile ring – because if it was it would have been guaranteed complete protection from publicity or legal action.

After Clare died, one of his obituaries mentioned that during the 1990s Clare ‘completely’ ‘turned his back on the media’, refused to do any media work at all and wouldn’t even review a book. Anthony Clare was the ultimate media tart for years and the media loved him. So what happened?

Clare is fondly remembered by other Top Doctors. Prof Peter White, now Emeritus Prof of Psychological Medicine at Queen Mary University London and before that of the Maudsley and Barts, remembered how Anthony Clare had flown from London to Sydney to give a keynote speech just three hours after landing and how during the flight the airline had lost Clare’s slides and notes and that he was also jet-lagged. But Clare had the audience ‘spellbound by a speech in which he used his Irish charm, humour and passion to remind us that so long as we truly listened and put the patient first, all would be well in psychiatry’.

I think that something’s gone wrong somewhere despite Clare having snogged the face off the Blarney Stone.

 

 

In recent posts I have mentioned how, like Marjorie Wallace, another ‘mental health campaigner’ in the media ignored correspondence from me regarding the misconduct of the Top Doctors in north Wales back in the 80s – Esther. So my ears pricked up when I heard the allegations that someone had written to Esther about Jimmy Savile when dear old Esther launched Childline, but had been ignored. I had heard allegations that Childline was failing to help children who had contacted them who had been abused whilst ‘in care’.

I have now been sent some information about Esther which is in the public domain but hasn’t received much coverage – it explains a lot. Esther founded Childline in 1986 with her cousin, the wife of Nick Ross, the former presenter of BBC’s ‘Crimewatch’ programme. My correspondent has also told me that Nick Ross’s colleague Jill Dando – who was shot dead by an unknown assassin – was at the time of her murder working on an investigation concerning allegations that people with connections to the BBC were involved in a paedophile ring. Barry George, a man with mental health problems and learning difficulties, was convicted of Jill’s murder but was released from prison when it was demonstrated that a lot of lies had been told and that he’d been fitted up.

The first Chief Exec of Childline that Esther appointed was a controversial and rather rash choice. It was Valerie Howarth, who is now Baroness Valerie Howarth, a cross bencher in the Lords. The appointment was controversial because Howarth was Director of Brent Social Services at the time of the death of Jasmine Beckford, a four year old girl who died as a result of the complete negligence and fuckwittery of Brent Social Services. Jasmine died in 1984 and Howarth was Director between 1982-1986. Furthermore, when Howarth later applied for the job of Director of Cambridgeshire Social Services, she failed to mention that the death of Jasmine had taken place on her watch (although I would have thought that they could have worked that one out). Esther however assured everyone that she knew that Valerie was sound. How did she know this? Because Valerie had trained Esther’s sister Priscilla Taylor, who was a social worker! They were both social workers for Lambeth. Howarth worked for Lambeth between 1963-1982 – she wasn’t just there for a few weeks. No wonder children abused in care found that Childline were not interested. Priscilla told Esther that Valerie was ‘a skilled and experienced social worker’. Who somehow didn’t notice that the kids homes were rife with child molesters. Valerie and Priscilla must have really excelled because Lambeth have now paid out millions in compensation to former residents, many more claims are due to be settled and the Shirley Oaks Survivors Association, a group of people were abused in Lambeth children’s homes in the 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s, have set up an excellent website with the names, details and mugshots of the paedophiles responsible and have published their own report into the matter.

In 2013 Esther wrote an article defending herself, Valerie Howarth and Sharon Shoesmith – who famously presided over Haringey Council at the time of the Baby P scandal. The death of Baby P, Peter Connelly, also involved gobsmacking negligence on the part of a Top Doctor at Great Ormond Street Hospital. She failed to notice that Peter had a broken back. I know somebody who told me that the Top Doctor in question didn’t actually examine Peter. It was admitted that at the time the ‘world leading’ GOSH was in chaos. Esther’s article was a mixture of fury directed at everyone who had levelled criticism at Shoesmith and Howarth, invective at the inadequate – or in Esther’s eyes bad/wicked/evil/manipulative ad infinitum – parents of the children involved and extreme defensiveness. As the defenders of senior social workers who screw up badly often do, Esther made much of the evil genius of such parents who pull the wool over the eyes of skilled and experienced social workers while they torture and murder their children. Such parents are of course not cunning geniuses, in all of the high profile cases of this nature social services had been told again and again by scores of concerned people that there were serious worries about the welfare of the child who later died. The parents were obviously hopelessly inadequate, chaotic and sometimes very brutal but the one thing that they were not was clever or competent. The parents were on low incomes, usually benefits – Shoesmith, Howarth and others at their level are paid hundreds of thousands a year to do an admittedly very difficult job, but part of the reason for the high salary is that they are expected to take responsibility. If they can’t do that and instead just blame the innate wickedness of the ‘service users’ in the face of serious failure, we might as well sack the whole lot of them and save on their salary bill.

Esther also stressed that the talented and wonderful Valerie and Sharon had ended up ‘unemployed’. They don’t stay unemployed for very long Esther, they used their contacts and their numerous excuses to get themselves further highly paid positions. Indeed Valerie landed a job as Chief Exec of Childline because she knew Esther’s sister. Esther uses the example of Valerie being in the Lords as an demonstration of Valerie’s enormous ability. Valerie is of course in the Lords because Esther gave her a job. Valerie’s on the up and up though, despite Lambeth and despite Jasmine. Valerie is on the Board of the Food Standards Agency, she’s a Trustee of ‘a number of children’s charities’, Patron of the Youth Advocacy Scheme, Vice-Chair of the National Care Standards Commission and Secretary to the All Parliamentary Children’s Group. She is a Board member of CAFCASS and in 2008 was Chair of CAFCASS. That is the scandal ridden disasterous CAFCASS which in 2008 was in such chaos that it’s staff were having nervous breakdowns as a result of their working conditions and were leaving posts a matter of months after being appointed, the CAFCASS which subsequently found that no-one wanted to work for them at all.

Esther mentioned in the article that her daughter Miriam was training to be a social worker – and that her daughter was clever, compassionate and dedicated. She won’t be working for Lambeth, Brent or CAFCASS then.

 

I have previously mentioned to Brown that in the light of how many people I know who have ascended the ladder by gaining knowledge of the wrongdoing of others and silently blackmailing everyone else about it, if I operated on the same principle I’d be President of the World by now. I think it also helps if one conceals organised child sexual abuse in high places, that seems to be the key.

I will soon be naming some more accessories.