A Message Of Peace At Christmas

Previous posts eg. ‘The Vermin Club’ and ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’ discussed the enormous circle of radicals, political activists, high profile literary figures, psychoanalysts etc who spent much time in south Gwynedd –  or who were friends with those who did – during the middle decades of the 20th century, as a result of the presence of Sir Clough Williams-Ellis who married into the Bloomsbury Group and Bertrand Russell taking up residence in nearby Penthyndeudraeth. The Welsh Bloomsbury Group knew about the presence of Dafydd’s gang in the area – and pre-Dafydd, Gwynne the lobotomist’s gang – but Dafydd and Gwynne provided a service for them, not the local people, so they weren’t in the least bit worried.

One strong link between with current politicians wielding power and Croesor is via the Hobsbawm family. Eric Hobsbawm kept a second home at Croesor for many years. He left the area in the late 1970s, but connections remained. Eric’s daughter Julia spent much of her young life at Croesor, although the family’s main home was in Hampstead. Julia’s best mate from Camden High School for Girls was Sarah, with whom Hobsbawm established a PR company that worked for the Labour Party and trade unions. While working for Hobsbawm Macaulay Communications, Sarah met Gordon, just when Gordon was in need of a wife, him wanting to be PM one day and they married. For a long time the Hobsbawms had a family friend who was the wife of the Chancellor of the Exchequer but they hit the jackpot in 2007 when they found that they were mates with the PM and his wife! It was good news for the Hobsbawms but disastrous for the public services in north Wales because the Hobsbawms were right behind a group of people who had caused very great suffering in north Wales…

 

Croesor was a place of many tales of derring-do because of the numerous very well-known radicals and bohemians who lived there at some point throughout the middle decades of the 20th century. The Croesor-related story that impresses some people the most is of course The Croesor-George Blake Link, which I briefly mentioned in my post ‘O Jones, O Jones’. It was Michael Randle and Pat Pottle, who lived in Croesor for many years, who helped the spy George Blake escape from prison in 1966. In 1991 Randle and Pottle finally stood trial at the Old Bailey for their role in springing Blake from Wormwood Scrubs and smuggling him out of the UK and into the Soviet Union.

George Blake (born George Behar on 11 November 1922) worked as a double agent for the KGB. Blake became a Communist and decided to work for the KGB while a prisoner during the Korean War. Blake’s espionage was discovered in 1961 and after a great deal of ‘How Very Dare You’ from the British establishment, he was sentenced to 42 years in prison after it was alleged that his activities had led to the deaths of many, many agents. George Blake escaped from Wormwood Scrubs in 1966 and fled to the Soviet Union. Blake was not one of the Cambridge Five – or at least the received wisdom states that he wasn’t – although he associated with Donald Maclean and Kim Philby after he  arrived in the Soviet Union.

Blake was born in the Netherlands in 1922, the son of a Protestant Dutch mother and an Egyptian Jewish father who was a naturalised British subject. The family lived a comfortable existence in the Netherlands until Blake’s father’s death in 1936. The 13 year old Blake was sent to live with relatives in Egypt, where he continued his education at the English School in Cairo. When WW II broke out, Blake was back in the Netherlands. In 1940, Germany invaded and quickly defeated the Dutch military. Blake was interned but released because he was only 17. He joined the Dutch resistance as a courier. In 1942, Blake escaped from the Netherlands and he reached London in January 1943. There, he was reunited with his mother and his sisters, who had fled at the start of the war. It was in 1943 that his mother decided to change the family name from Behar to Blake.

Blake joined the Royal Navy as a sub-lieutenant before being recruited by the Secret Intelligence Service, MI6, in 1944. For the rest of the war, Blake was employed in the Dutch Section. In 1946 Blake was posted to Hamburg and put in charge of the interrogation of German U-boat captains. In 1947 the Navy sent Blake to study at Downing College, Cambridge, where his fellow students included Michael MccGwire.

With a biography like this, George Blake would have been party to huge quantities of sensitive information that the British state are still desperately refusing to come clean about, such as whatever it was that Lord Louis Mountbatten did for so long that sent everyone into a blind funk and caused state agents to do anything at all to ensure that it was never openly admitted, even years after his death. See post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

MccGwire was a Royal Navy commander who in 1952 joined GCHQ to develop naval intelligence on the Soviet Navy. In 1956-58 MccGwire became a British assistant naval attache in Moscow where he provided military intelligence. As a ‘war planner’, MccGwire worked in the Supreme Allied Commander Atlantic (SACLANT) in the US. MccGwire retired from the Navy in 1967 aged 42 and became a student in International Politics and Economics at Aberystwyth University. While at Aber, MccGwire started and ran the Interstate Journal of International Affairs and published on the Soviet Navy for the UK’s Institute of Strategic Studies. MccGwire spent a year at Aber teaching postgrads.

For much of the 20th century, Abersytwyth churned out law graduates who spent the rest of their professional lives colluding with the organised abuse and criminality in Wales and elsewhere. The institution was also managed by deeply corrupt people who perpetuated this situation. Goronwy Rees, Principal of Aber, 1953-56, was a friend of Guy Burgess and was named as a double agent himself, although Goronwy’s fan club hotly denied that. Goronwy’s brother Geraint was a High Court judge in Wales who knew Ronnie Waterhouse and the gang. MccGwire was at Aberystwyth when Carlo was a student there for a brief time learning Welsh. For further details of corrupt people in high places as Aberystwyth University, see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

In 1970 MccGowrie became Professor of Maritime and Strategic Studies at Dalhousie University, Canada, staying there until 1979. He then became a Senior Fellow of the think tank in Washington DC, the Brookings Institute. MccGwire semi-retired in 1990, joining Cambridge University as a visiting Professor for three years on their Global Security Programme. At Cambridge, he continued to argue for an end to nuclear deterrents. In 2006 MccGwire participated in the national debate re the replacement of Trident and after that continued publishing and commenting on world affairs. He died in 2016.

Michael MccGwire was married to Helen, formerly an occupational therapist and author of a children’s storybook. They lived in Dorset and had five children: the writer and adviser to Labour Party figures, Scarlett MccGwire; author/communication consultant Lucinda Neall; CAB adviser Katrina Higham; business publisher Rory MccGwire; and corporate financier Paddy MccGwire. Scarlett has featured in a previous post on this blog and Lucille Hughes has been involved in the senior management of the CAB for a long while.

 

After Cambridge University, George Blake was posted to Seoul, South Korea, arriving in November 1948. Under cover as a Vice-Consul, Blake’s mission was to gather intelligence on Communist North Korea, Communist China and the Soviet Far East. Blake and the other British diplomats were taken prisoner after the Korean War broke out in 1950. While in Korea, Blake became a Communist and volunteered to work for the KGB.

When Blake was asked, “Is there one incident that triggered your decision to effectively change sides?”, he responded, “It was the relentless bombing of small Korean villages by enormous American Flying Fortresses. Women and children and old people, because the young men were in the army. We might have been victims ourselves. It made me feel ashamed of belonging to these overpowering, technically superior countries fighting against what seemed to me defenceless people. I felt I was on the wrong side … that it would be better for humanity if the Communist system prevailed, that it would put an end to war”.

Following his release in 1953, Blake returned to Britain as a hero, landing at RAF Abingdon.

Blake returning from Korea in 1953

In October 1954, Blake married MI6 secretary Gillian Allan in London. In 1955, he was sent by MI6 to work as a case officer in Berlin, where his task was to recruit Soviet officers as double agents. He informed his KGB contacts of the details of British and American operations, including Operation Gold, in which a tunnel into East Berlin was used to tap telephone lines used by the Soviet military. Until Blake’s treachery was discovered, this operation had been hailed as a resounding success. It is claimed that in the course of nine years Blake betrayed details of some forty MI6 agents to the KGB, destroying most of MI6’s operations in Eastern Europe, although this remains unsubstantiated. Blake later said of this, “I don’t know what I handed over because it was so much”. In 1959 Blake became aware of a CIA mole inside GRU, the foreign military intelligence agency of the Soviet Army and was thus instrumental in exposing P.S. Popov, who was executed in 1960.

In 1961, Blake fell under suspicion after revelations by Polish defector Michael Goleniewski and others. Blake was summoned back to London from Lebanon where he was enrolled at the Middle East Centre for Aranic Studies (MECAS) and arrested on arrival in London. Blake denied that he was ever tortured or blackmailed by the North Koreans and gave his MI6 interrogators a full confession.

The maximum sentence for any one offence under section 1 of the Official Secrets Act 1911 is 14 years, but Blake’s activities were divided into five time periods charged as five offences and, in May 1961 after an in camera trial at the Old Bailey, he was sentenced to a total of 42 years imprisonment by the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Parker. It was the longest sentence (excluding life terms) ever handed down by a British court until in 1986 Nezar Hindawi was sentenced to 45 years for the attempted bombing of an El Al jet.

Hubert Lister Parker, Baron Parker of Waddington (28 May 1900 – 15 September 1972) served as Lord Chief Justice, 1958-71. He went to Rugby (in later years he was Chairman of the Governors) and Trinity College, Cambridge. Following that, Parker was called to the Bar at Lincoln’s Inn in 1924. He became a High Court judge in 1950 and by 1954 was promoted to the Court of Appeal, in which Parker served until 1958. Harold Macmillan appointed Parker as Lord Chief Justice in 1958 and Parker remained in the post until 1971. 

Parker was criticised when he imprisoned the journalists who refused to reveal their sources during the Vassall Tribunal of 1963, the Public Inquiry undertaken by the British Gov’t in the wake of the John Vassall Scandal. Vassall, a civil servant working in the Admiralty, had been revealed in 1962 to be a Soviet spy and considerable criticism had been levelled at the security arrangements that were in place. The Tribunal was established to investigate these claims and determine whether any blame could be laid on officials or ministers. At first, the Inquiry was to be conducted by three senior civil servants. However, before it could begin, letters were discovered in Vassall’s possession from Tam Galbraith, who had been Civil Lord of the Admiralty. See previous posts. Vassall had been Galbraith’s junior Private Secretary; nevertheless some people suggested that it was odd that a minister would communicate by post with an official of his own department and there was considerable speculation of impropriety in the press. Given Vassall’s homosexuality, which had now become known, there were rumours that he and Galbraith were involved with each other and that Galbraith might have shielded him from discovery. The committee of civil servants investigated the correspondence and declared it innocent, but this verdict was not universally accepted. Eventually, the PM, Harold Macmillan, was compelled to open a wider Inquiry, conducted by three jurists. The Inquiry determined that Vassall had not been helped or favoured by any of his seniors.

Like so many other people, John Vassall will have known whatever it was going on in the Royal Navy and the Admiralty at the time that Gov’t was so desperate to keep quiet. Vassall was arrested in 1962 and was subsequently sentenced to 18 years’ imprisonment; he was released in 1972 after 10 years. Vassall was befriended in prison by the social reformer, Lord Longford, who during all that prison visiting and reforming gathered a great deal of information regarding who was witness to Naughtiness In High Places (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’). Vassall subsequently changed his surname to Phillips, settled in St John’s Wood, London and worked as an administrator at the British Records Association and for a firm of solicitors in Gray’s Inn. He died after suffering a heart attack on a London bus in November 1996, two months before the Waterhouse Inquiry opened: it was not until nearly three weeks later that the press became aware of Vassall’s death. Ronnie Waterhouse lived in St John’s Wood, as did a great many lawyers, judges and politicians who were keeping the lid on the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

Lord Parker’s judgement with regard to the Vassall Tribunal stated in part that “the citizen’s highest duty is to the State”. Unfortunately for people like John Vassall who began dropping like flies as the Waterhouse Inquiry loomed and then got underway, the State was complicit with a bunch of vicious gangsters who were forcing kids and vulnerable people into sex work and bumping them off if they told people what was happening to them. Parker was quoted as saying that the Courts “have a positive responsibility to be the handmaiden of administration rather than its governor”. So who WAS/IS the Guvnor?

However, Lord Parker was popular among the legal profession as he secured improvements in judicial salaries and pensions. Which was an effective way of ensuring a tame judiciary that is the handmaiden of administration rather than its governor.

 

    • Lord Parker was a ‘mild reformer’ who supported legal aid, tried to modernise some judicial procedures and took an active part in Lords debates. He supported moves to abolish the death penalty.

 

On 22 October 1966, George Blake escaped from Wormwood Scrubs with the assistance of three men whom he had met in jail: Sean Bourke, Pat Pottle and Michael Randle, the escape being masterminded by Bourke. Sean Bourke was a petty Irish criminal, Pat and Michael were two anti-nuclear activists who had spent years living in Croesor.

In 1989, Michael Randle and Pat Pottle published their book giving an account of Blake’s escape, along with their rationale for helping him, ‘The Blake Escape: How We Freed George Blake And Why’. When in June 1991 Randle and Pottle stood trial at the Old Bailey for their part in the escape they were no longer living at Croesor. They defended themselves in court, arguing that while they in no way condoned Blake’s espionage activities for either side, they were right to help him because the 42 year sentence that he received was inhuman and hypocritical. Despite a virtual direction from the judge to convict, the jury found them not guilty on all counts.

Their trial attracted a great deal of publicity partly because there was such a high degree of farce involved. The crime had taken place many years before and it was unclear why it was suddenly deemed so important for Randle and Pottle to stand trial. What really attracted attention though were the allegations that the security services themselves had helped Bourke, Randle and Pottle spring Blake. It was also claimed by some that CND had been behind the escape. Randle and Pottle were CND activists but always denied that the escape was a CND act and they also denied that they had been assisted by the security services.

 

Randle and Pottle both served as Secretaries of the Committee of 100,  an anti-war group that was set up in 1960 by Bertrand Russell, Ralph Schoenman and the Rev Michael Scott. Pat Pottle was always referred to by people in north Wales as ‘Bertrand Russell’s Secretary’ rather than the ‘Secretary of the Committee of 100’. Randle was appointed as Secretary when the Committee of 100 was created, but Pottle took over the following year after Randle was jailed for his involvement in an anti-nuclear demonstration; Pottle himself had recently been released from prison after being jailed for his part in organising the demonstration at Wethersfield, of which more details will be provided later in this post. In 1955, Russell leased Plas Penrhyn in Penrhyndeudraeth, some four or five miles from Croesor and in the following year it became his principal residence.

People around Croesor talked to me about Russell, Pottle, Randle and Schoenman, but no-one ever mentioned Michael Scott. A lot of people involved with the activism took a rather dim view of Schoenman, but never explained why.

 

The Rev Guthrie Michael Scott, (30 July 1907 – 14 September 1983), was an Anglican priest and an anti-apartheid activist, who became active in anti-apartheid in South Africa in the 1940s. Scott was born in Sussex on 30 July 1907 and educated at King’s College, Taunton, Chichester Theological College and St Paul’s College, Grahamstown. Scott was ordained by George Bell in 1932, the George Bell who in recent years has been at the centre of a huge row in the Anglican Church regarding allegations that he was a child molester. Scott’s career began with curacies in Slaugham and Kensington. He was Domestic Chaplain to the Bishop of Bombay, 1935-37 and then served at St Paul’s Cathedral, Calcutta. In 1943 Scott moved to Johannesburg where he was Chaplain to the St Alban’s Mission. In 1952, Scott co-founded the Africa Bureau, “an organisation to advise and support Africans who wished to oppose by constitutional means political decisions affecting their lives and futures imposed by alien governments.” He was a leading international promoter of Namibian independence along with Chief Hosea Kutako and Captain Hendrik Samuel Witbooi. For his efforts in the Namibian War of Independence, Scott has a street named after him in Windhoek. He met with Martin Luther King Jr. during Ghana’s celebration of independence.

 

The Committee of 100 was committed to a campaign against nuclear weapons based on non-violent mass civil disobedience. The idea emerged early in 1960 in discussions between Ralph Schoenman, Hugh Brock, April Carter, Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law Ralph Miliband and Stuart Hall, some 23 years before Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law and Stuart Hall began a campaign of mass civil disobedience with the aim of hampering Brown’s career (see previous posts ‘eg. Life In Cold Blood’).

When Bertrand Russell established the Committee of 100, Dafydd and John Allen hadn’t yet gone into business big-style, but there had been organised abuse in north Wales for years; Gwynne the lobotomist ruled supreme and locals who crossed the path of powerful people were destroyed. Bertrand Russell and his mates had nothing to fear, Gwynne and subsequently Dafydd were there to serve the needs of posh powerful people.

 

Schoenman approached Bertrand Russell, the President of CND, with the idea which led to the Committee of 100. Russell resigned from the Presidency of CND in order to form the Committee of 100, which was launched at a meeting in London on 22 October 1960 with a hundred signatures. Russell was elected as President and Michael Randle was appointed Secretary. Russell explained his reasons for setting up the Committee of 100 in an article in the ‘New Statesman’ in February 1961.

Many in CND, including some of its founders, supported the Committee of 100’s campaign of civil disobedience. In 1958 CND had cautiously accepted direct action as a possible method of campaigning; but, largely under the influence of Canon John Collins, CND Chairman, CND’s leadership opposed any sort of unlawful protest. The Committee of 100 was created as a separate organisation partly for that reason and partly because of personal animosity between Collins and Russell. It has been suggested that this separation weakened the campaign against nuclear weapons and research also suggested that during the activities of the Committee of 100, public support for unilateral disarmament decreased, so Bertrand Russell’s campaign seemed to be counter-productive. About as effective as Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law’s and Stuart Hall’s efforts to stop Brown getting a PhD and publishing…

DUH!!! Rethink needed!

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The Crisis being that from the mid- 1980s onwards, Brown and his friends refused to shut up about the vile old lobotomist and his gang who had for years been supplying kids and young people to provide sexual services for Bertrand’s circle…

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Bertrand was long dead but there was his legacy and his many friends and family to think about and of course CND and the other Radical Causes with which so many of those who had been and still were involved were also linked to the sexual exploitation of kids and young people, as well as the associated serious organised crime.

Many of the ageing and recently retired social workers of Gwynedd turned out for the Feb 2003 anti-Iraq War march. Never mind the gangsters and the murders of witnesses, there’s the world to save, an organic wholefood diet to follow and an angry letter to ‘The Guardian’ to be written.

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Which is why this happened a few weeks later:

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Prof Stuart Hall and his mates found themselves with an even greater Crisis to police in 2003 when Merfyn Jones, the then acting VC of Bangor University, gave me a place to do a PhD. The Crisis worsened when Merfyn’s appointment as VC was confirmed in 2004 and then race riots broke out in 2005 when I acquired my PhD. The solution to the serious civil disorder was to Get Merfyn (see post ‘Lest We Forget’). As well as Brown and me of course. I mean Merfyn was from Llanfrothen but his dad wasn’t Bertrand Russell!!!

 

‘The Brondanw Arms’, the pub that Merfyn’s parents ran in Llanfrothen as tenants of Eric Hobsbawm’s friend Sir Clough Williams-Ellis:
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Information about Plas Penrhyn can be found on the website of ‘Humanist Heritage’. Among other things we are told:

Plas Penrhyn was Bertrand Russell’s home in Penrhyndeudraeth, Wales. Russell had a fondness for Wales and would live there for most of his later years.  The original idea to move to Wales was to provide a suitable place for his grandson’s family to live comfortably.  John, Russell’s grandson, wanted to be a writer and there was little way to support his wife and three children in this manner. Plas Penrhyn was near Duedraeth castle where Russell had stayed before and was near the sea (Penrhyndeudraeth means peninsula with two beaches in Welsh).  Percy Bysshe Shelley also had maintained a cottage in the local area.

It was from this regency manor that Russell would telegram both Khrushchev and Kennedy during the Cuban Missile Crisis, write his biography and live out his later years. In one passage of his biography he describes his first impressions of the house:

We stopped in North Wales where our friends Rupert and Elizabeth Crawshay-Williams had found a house, Plas Penrhyn, that they thought would make a pleasant holiday house for us and the children. It was small and unpretentious, but had a delightful garden and little orchard and a number of fine beech trees. Above all, it had a most lovely view, south to the sea, west to Portmadoc and the Caernarvon hills, and north up the valley of the Glasslyn to Snowdon. I was captivated by it, and particularly pleased that across the valley could be seen the house where Shelley lived. The owner of Plas Penrhyn agreed to let it to us largely, I think, because he, too, is a lover of Shelley and was much taken by my desire to write an essay on ‘Shelley the Tough’ (as opposed to the ‘ineffectual angel’). Later, I met a man at Tan-y-Ralt, Shelley’s house, who said he had been a cannibal…

 

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Nye’s humble cott in Belgravia, the Nye who’s World Envying Achievement provided 100% protection to ineffectual Angels as well as to downright abusive Angels who were running the trafficking gang in north Wales:

‘The greatest ever lion and lioness of Labour’: the Windbag on Nye Bevan and Jennie Lee. The Windbag who was a personal friend of some of those in the trafficking gang as were both of his parents-in-law in the previous generation.

Brown and Baker are Damaging The NHS With Their Publications!

Merfyn Jones is destroying my university, my language and my culture‘: the phrase spat at me by two other associates of the trafficking gang. Er, was this little slogan possibly doing the rounds amidst the Get Merfyn campaign? Since when did Miranda, Gordon and David Cameron give a damn about Bangor University, the Welsh language or indeed any putative Welsh culture, suckers???

Yma O Hyd!

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The parents of Brown and Baker weren’t Bertrand Russell either, indeed our parents weren’t even members of the New Left, which must have been why Col Brown was found suddenly and unexpectedly dead during the Waterhouse Inquiry and Mrs Brown was found suddenly and unexpectedly dead just after I finished my PhD, when the SPG were brought in to police the Crisis.

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The SPG came into their own after Merfyn was appointed the Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board and the combined forces of the gwerin, the Top Docs et al and the descendants and friends of the New Left organised to allow numerous NHS patients to die in order to cause a scandal and thus force Merfyn to resign and leave public life (see post ‘The Point Is To Change It’). Added extras were guns being waved at me as well as someone who provided a witness statement, attempts to run Brown and I off the road at high speed and me being wrongfully arrested repeatedly and unlawfully refused all medical care. Let’s hear it for Radical Action!

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The Committee of 100’s campaign tactic was to organise sit-down demonstrations, which were not to be undertaken without at least 2,000 volunteers pledging to take part. Many eminent people participated in the sit-downs but few of the 100 signatories took part in the Committee’s activities. Demonstrators were required to adopt a discipline of non-violence and were recommended to remain limp if arrested and to refuse to co-operate in any way until inside the police station.

While I lived in north Wales I met a few people who had been part of the Committee of 100’s demonstrations, some of whom had joined the Committee of 100 at a young age. Merfyn joined while he was still at school and I knew another person who had joined as a school girl who had been arrested and imprisoned as a result of one demo, although she was only 15 yrs old. There was quite a fuss when Holloway discovered that one of their prisoners was a school girl.

I got to know this person better as a result of Brown and me publishing about the problems in the NHS in north Wales. She knew people who were going to England for mental health care because they just could not get any in north Wales and her own father was treated appallingly as a patient in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. She raised her concerns and was subjected to insults and ridicule from the Angels. This was not a family who could be pathologised as plebs Ignoring Public Health Messages, the elderly man who had the Ysbyty Glan Clwyd Experience was a retired senior Army officer and his daughter was an academic who also worked as a journalist. The family did not publicise what had happened because it was all just so distressing that they wanted to retain their privacy and dignity, which was often why so much gross abuse of patients does not become public. Mark Drakeford knows that most of the families involved in the Tawel Fan scandal at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd never went public on just how bad it all was for the same reason.

The care of the elderly in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was known to be atrocious and had been for years. It was ignored, even when Prof Clare Wenger, a retired academic from Bangor University and a specialist in the well-being of older people, wrote a report about her own experiences as a patient there and went to the media in 2007. Clare Wenger was denounced by Ysbyty Glan Clwyd as a stuck up old cow and not one person came to her defence in public, although every health and social care specialist at Bangor University, every politician in north Wales and every Top Doctor knew that Clare Wenger was not exaggerating with regard to just how bad the ‘care’ of elderly patients in that hospital was. See previous posts. Sadly, even Clare herself did not flag it up until she got in the neck…

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.

 

Look around. There is no-one left to speak out. No-one.

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At first, the Committee of 100 differed from CND only in its methods. Within the Committee, however, there were different ideas about civil disobedience, direct action and non-violence. Bertrand Russell saw mass civil disobedience merely as a way of getting publicity for the unilateralist cause. Some members followed Gandhi and they regarded direct action as a way of creating a non-violent society. Ralph Schoenman and others, including the anarchists who later led the organisation, saw direct action as a sort of insurrection that could force the state to give up nuclear weapons. Once that had been achieved, perhaps they could have done the world an even bigger favour and dealt with Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd. Nicolas Walter, a prominent member of the Committee, said later that it had been an anarchist organisation from its inception and that the hundred signatories were, in effect, a front.

The Committee’s first act of civil disobedience on 18 February 1961 was a sit-down demonstration at the MoD in Whitehall, London, to coincide with the expected arrival of USS Proteus on the River Clyde. Between 1,000 and 6,000 people took part; there were no arrests. At the next sit-down demonstration, on 29 April 1961 in Parliament Square, the police arrested 826 people. There were also marches and sit-downs against nuclear testing and demonstrations at the US and Soviet embassies in London and at the Polaris submarine base. 

On 17 September 1961, Battle of Britain Day, supporters blocked the pierheads at Holy Loch and the approaches to Trafalgar Square. The September demonstration is regarded as the high-water mark of the Committee of 100. A week before the demonstration, the hundred committee members were summoned to court without charge under the Justices of the Peace Act of 1361, because they “incited members of the public to commit breaches of the peace” and were likely to continue to do so. The court bound them to a promise of good behaviour for 12 months; 32, including Bertrand Russell, then aged 89, refused to be bound over and chose to go to prison instead. It is estimated that 12,000 to 15,000 people attended the demonstration despite the invocation of the Public Order Act, which effectively made it illegal to be in the vicinity of central London that day. Several thousand sat down and there were 1,314 arrests, but no violence from demonstrators despite allegations of police brutality.

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The success of the September demonstration encouraged the Committee to move from symbolic sit-down demonstrations in London to mass direct action at the places where nuclear weapons would be deployed and they planned simultaneous demonstrations on 9 December 1961 to walk on to RAF bases at Wethersfield, Ruislip, Brize Norton and Cardiff to sit on the runways and to prevent planes from taking off and street sit-downs in Bristol, Manchester and York.

The official response to the Committee of 100 had escalated from prosecution for incitement to breach of the peace to prosecution for the much more serious offences of conspiracy and incitement to breach the Official Secrets Act. Six organisers, the “Wethersfield Six”, were charged with these offences and five later imprisoned for eighteen months: Ian Dixon, Terry Chandler, Trevor Hatton, Michael Randle, Pat Pottle; and the sixth, Helen Allegranza, to twelve months. Bertrand Russell said that he was equally responsible, but the authorities ignored him and concentrated on the six young, unknown Committee of 100 officers. 3,000 military and civilian police were mobilised at Wethersfield. 5,000 demonstrated there and 850 were arrested. The Wethersfield demonstration was the Committee’s last act of large-scale civil disobedience. There were recriminations within the Committee, one internal memorandum saying that its policies had turned it into “a public spectacle, a group isolated from the general body of public opinion and feeling.” Herbert Read resigned from the Committee, saying that the action was “strategically foolish”. The Committee was weakened by the imprisonment of its officers.

The force used by the police at sit-down demonstrations surprised many of the demonstrators, which, with the Committee’s insistence on nonviolence and the use of pre-emptive arrests for conspiracy, discouraged many and support dwindled. The Committee’s plan to “fill the jails” by means of mass civil disobedience and thus compel the Gov’t to respond to their demands, was frustrated by the authorities imprisoning a few important members and ignoring the rest. Ralph’s brother-in-law Uncle Harry and his colleagues subsequently did ensure that the jails were indeed filled, but with Empowered Service Users rather than anti-nuclear activists. The harsh sentences on the Wethersfield Six “brought home to the Committee its inadequacy when faced with the might of the State,” and some of the Committee’s leaders were not willing to “fill the jails”, mounting strenuous appeals against conviction or, in the case of Pat Pottle, going on the run. Pottle went into hiding in December 1961, when he was wanted by the police after the occupation at Wethersfield. It was only in February 1962, when he appeared at a press conference at Kingsway Hall in London, that Pottle was arrested by Special Branch. He defended himself at his trial and attempted to use the trial as a platform for his political beliefs. Pottle, Randle and  the four other Wethersfield Six defendants were jailed for 18 months.

These days jails are not for peace activists or even serious criminals, they are for Empowered Service Users, who, should they say one word in protest, even when having been obviously framed, will be told by Caring Angels and Top Doctors that they Should Have Thought Of That Before. Fortunately, when Professor Oliver Brooke of St George’s Hospital Medical School Didn’t Think before he assisted in the organisation of a pan-European paedophile ring, his Eminent Colleagues realised that a prison sentence caused Great Suffering for a man like Ollie and at Ollie’s appeal in May 1987, five months after he was imprisoned, Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane received many testimonials and letters of support for Ollie, declared Ollie’s enthusiasm for child porn to be the equivalent of a collection of ‘cigarette cards’ – did packets of fags still come with cigarette cards in 1987??? – and ordered Ollie’s release, although Ollie’s conviction was not overturned. See post ‘Oliver!’.

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  • By 1962, half of the original 100 signatories to the Committee of 100 had resigned. The Committee was in debt, faced the failure of its mass civil-disobedience campaign and was dissolved. The campaign was decentralised and thirteen regional committees, each with a hundred members, became responsible for organising demonstrations, with a co-ordinating National Committee. Of the regional committees, the London Committee of 100 was the most active and influential. A national magazine was launched by the London Committee in April 1963. Like CND, the Committee of 100 had begun with a self-appointed and unelected leadership and like CND, it faced pressure for greater participation by supporters. This re-organisation was intended to involve more people in decision making and to spread demonstrations throughout the country; Bertrand Russell opposed this. Well of course he did, because they weren’t Earl Russell, the Nobel Laureate and Very Clever Philosopher.

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In March 1962, Russell addressed a sit-down demonstration in Parliament Square against the sentences on the Wethersfield Six. All the 1,172 protesters were arrested, but there was a growing feeling that such demonstrations were becoming an end in themselves and would not now create a mass movement against nuclear weapons. A sit-down of 7,000 outside the Air Ministry planned for the following September had to be called off because of lack of support.

To underline its opposition to Russian nuclear weapons as well as those of the West, the Committee held a demonstration in Red Square, Moscow, at an international congress of the World Peace Council in the summer of 1962, calling for the abolition of all nuclear weapons and attacking the Soviet system.

From 1962 onwards, the Committee became increasingly radical and extended its campaigns to issues other than nuclear weapons. Peter Cardogan, an officer of the Committee, said that it was “trying to go in 12 directions at once”, including campaigning for civil liberties in Greece, against Harold Wilson’s failure to produce a promised Vietnam peace initiative and against siting London’s third airport at Stansted. In 1963 Russell resigned, although he was careful not to denigrate it publicly. Following Russell’s departure, the public image of the Committee deteriorated, many signatories also resigned and “the Committee of 100 ventured even further into the wilderness of libertarian politics”.

Members of the Committee of 100 doubled up as the Spies for Peace and were responsible for the revelations in 1963 regarding the Regional Seats of Gov’t, a network of secret Gov’t bunkers.

The Committee’s interest in Greek politics was sparked by the banning of a march by the Greek “Bertrand Russell Committee of 100” in Easter 1963, by the expulsion of some of the British Committee of 100’s members when they attempted to join the march and by the murder of Grigoris Lambrakis, a Greek MP and peace activist. Plans to protest against the London visit by King Paul and Queen Frederika in July 1963 were met by official attempts to prevent the demonstrations and draconian prison sentences on demonstrators. Macmillan’s Gov’t was criticised in the press for the severity of its treatment of the demonstrators and eventually there were embarrassing climb-downs. Some of the sentences were overturned on appeal and the Home Secretary, Henry Brooke, had to offer financial compensation.

Henry Brooke, as well as members of his family were directly responsible for concealing successive generations of the Westminster Paedophile Ring and of course the crimes of Dafydd’s gang. Brooke was married to Barbara Brooke, the daughter of a Welsh Nonconformist Minister, who became Baroness Barbara Brooke and ruled over swathes of the NHS in London; their son was Peter Brooke, the Cabinet Minister in Thatch’s and then John Major’s Gov’ts. Another son was Sir Henry Brooke, a Lord Justice of Appeal and there were also two daughters who married Top Doctors. See previous posts for details of this unpleasant dynasty.

 

One of the demonstrators criminalised by Henry Brooke et al proved that an offensive weapon had been planted on him and forced a public inquiry that criticised the police and led to the eventual imprisonment of three officers. However, a nine month sentence on Terry Chandler, Secretary of the London Committee, was upheld on appeal. Diana Shelley said that the imprisonment of Chandler, “the force which had driven” the Committee throughout the summer, had a profoundly damaging effect. Four years after these events, following the 1967 military coup in Greece, a “non-violent invasion” of the Greek embassy resulted in prison sentences of up to fifteen months for Committee of 100 demonstrators.

Previous posts have discussed Patient F who was targeted by Dafydd and the gang repeatedly. Their biggest immediate problem with F was that he found out about the abuse of kids in one of the children’s homes in Bangor and challenged the gang about it; he also knew plenty about police corruption and the abuse of psych patients. When younger, F had been a fixture of the art and rock scene in the south east of England and Dafydd was fully aware that F seemed to have info about the deaths of Jimi Hendrix and Brian Jones. F also had a great deal of information on David Hockney, Francis Bacon and Mick Jagger. Dafydd and the gang probably won’t have known this, but MI5 would: when F was young, he and his mates travelled extensively, through Afghanistan, Turkey, Morocco etc and they also went to Greece, where they were held at gun point by soldiers. F and his friends had found an empty building to kip in and there were flags rolled up in there, so they unrolled them and hung them up outside. They were the flags of the previous regime in Greece and the Colonels nearly shot F et al for flying the wrong flag…

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Ralph Schoenman (born 1935) is an American left-wing activist who was Personal Secretary to Bertrand Russell and became General Secretary of the Bertrand Russell Peace Foundation. He was involved in a number of projects supported by Russell, but shortly before Russell’s death in 1970, Russell publicly broke with Schoenman.

Born in New York, Schoenman was educated at Princeton University, but left the U.S. for Britain in 1958. He became active in the CND after arriving in Britain, which brought him into contact with Russell, for whom Schoenman began working in 1960. Bernard Levin wrote critically of Schoenman’s influence on the aged Russell, painting Schoenman as partly responsible for Russell’s virulent anti-Americanism, in contrast to his earlier pronouncements against communism. Russell said of Schoenman, “You know he is a rather rash young man, and I have to restrain him.”

In 1963, Schoenman participated as Russell’s Secretary in attempts to mediate a solution for the Sino-Indian border conflict, after China declared a ceasefire the previous year. Schoenman was an organiser and member of the Russell Tribunal, an International War Crimes Tribunal which visited North Vietnam and Cambodia, 1966-67. After making these visits, Schoenman argued in a hearing of the tribunal that the U.S. had committed genocide in Vietnam. During the course of the tribunal, the U.S. Govt revoked Schoenman’s passport because of unauthorised visits to North Vietnam. In November 1967, Schoenman was deported back to the U.S. by Bolivian authorities when he travelled there to attend the trial of Regis Debray. As a result, he was prevented from attending the tribunal’s proceedings in Copenhagen later that month because Danish authorities refused to allow him to enter without a passport. This led to a sequence in which Schoenman shuttled between several European countries, none of which would admit him, before illegally entering Britain, where he remained for 10 days until being deported in June 1968.

Russell publicly repudiated his relationship with Schoenman in December 1969 and had him removed from the Board of the Bertrand Russell Peace Foundation. Schoenman then renamed the American branch of the foundation the American Foundation for Social Justice and continued to promote hearings into alleged US atrocities in Vietnam. Later, Schoenman settled in Princeton, but was again able to travel, visiting Iran during the waning days of the Shah’s Gov’t to raise awareness of the human rights violations of the U.S. backed Gov’t. The new Provisional Revolutionary Gov’t expelled him in March 1979.

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Since 2002 Ralph Schoenman has worked with documentary filmmaker, Mya Shone, providing commentary for radio stations in many parts of the United States and Canada and produces the “Taking Aim” radio show, billed as “Uncompromising, fact intensive exposés of the hidden workings of a capitalist system addicted to permanent war”.

Ralph, once you have brought down global capitalism and put an end to permanent war, how about a documentary exposing Dafydd et al, whom you knew all about when you were knocking around north Wales for all that time? My friend wanted to do it in the late 1980s, which is why she was driven out of her job at the Royal Television Society and her husband was forced out of the BBC. Part of your expose could include the activities of Dafydd’s pals at the Walton Centre, in who’s care Merfyn’s wife Nerys died in 2008. After Nerys had divorced Orlando Patterson, the US answer to Stuart Hall she returned from the US and married Merfyn.

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Ralph Schoenman got busy with those documentaries in the wake of the Waterhouse Report when people just wouldn’t stop alleging that there had been a huge cover up, the year before Merfyn Jones was appointed acting VC of Bangor University; Merfyn had been effectively performing that role for a while before it was confirmed.

In 2002 I wasn’t an acting VC or anything else, I had been unlawfully forced out of my teaching job by the gwerin and the gang and had been charged with ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ on the basis of the perjury of at least eight people, most of them NHS employees. The charges were withdrawn on the first day of the trial, which was repeatedly adjourned so I was on bail until 2004. I then received a letter from the DES telling me that I was under investigation with a view to striking me off the teaching register as a ‘dangerous teacher’. My name was cleared by a junior Minister who was a friend of Merfyn’s; he was then named in the media as a Minister who had let a paedophile remain on the teaching register. See previous posts.

Ralph knows the identities of some real paedophiles don’t you Ralph?

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Julia: Your dad was of course working for MI5, so I have no way of knowing if he wasn’t quietly working hard to undermine the gang of child abusers with whom he associated for so many years, but if he was, he wasn’t very effective. It doesn’t take a great deal of Editorial Intelligence to work that out.

 

 

Michael Randle and Pat Pottle met George Blake in Wormwood Scrubs after they had been sentenced to 18 months imprisonment in 1962 for their part in organising the Committee of 100 demo at the USAF base in Wethersfield. Michael Randle also got to chat with John Vassall while he was in the Scrubs.

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Born in England in 1933, Michael Randle spent WW II with relatives in Ireland. Active in the peace movement since registering as a conscientious objector to military service in 1951, Randle was a member of the Aldermaston March Committee which organised the first Aldermaston March against British nuclear weapons at Easter 1958. He was Chairman of the Direct Action Committee Against Nuclear War, 1958–61; Secretary of the Committee of 100, 1960–61; and a Council and Executive member of War Resisters’ International, 1960–88, including the Chairman, 1966–73.

In 1959–60, Randle spent a year in Ghana, participating in the Sahara Protest Team against French atomic bomb tests in the Algerian Sahara and helping to organise a pan-African conference in Accra which took place in April 1960. In 1962, he was sentenced for his part in the Wethersfield demo; while Randle was serving that sentence his first son, Sean, was born. In October 1967, Randle was sentenced to 12 months’ imprisonment for participating in an occupation of the Greek Embassy in London following the Colonels’ coup in April of that year.

During his time in the Scrubs, 1962–3, Randle became friends with George Blake. After he escaped from prison, Blake then stayed at ‘safe’ houses around London which were mostly friends of Randle’s and Pottle’s, before he was hidden in a secret compartment in a camper van and Michael Randle drove him to Eastern Europe, with Randle’s children sitting on top of the seat that Blake was hidden underneath to put off any customs officers who might look into the van.

Michael Randle took a keen interest in developments in Eastern Europe. In 1956, he undertook a march from Vienna to Budapest with leaflets expressing support for Hungarian passive resistance to the Soviet occupation, though he was prevented from entering Hungary by Austrian border guards. In 1968, Randle jointly co-ordinated for War Resisters’ International protests in Moscow, Budapest, Sofia and Warsaw against the Soviet-led invasion of Czechoslovakia. In the 1970s and 1980s, he collaborated with the Czech dissident, Jan Kavan, then living in London, smuggling literature and equipment to the democratic opposition in Czechoslovakia.

In 1966, Randle graduated from London University and in 1981 completed an M.Phil in Peace Studies at Bradford University and then a PhD in Peace Studies at Bradford in 1994. There was a trafficking gang operating in the Bradford region with links to Dafydd’s gang, the guest star of which was of course Jimmy Savile, who by 1994 was the manager of Broadmoor Hospital and sexually assaulting patients there. Previous posts eg. ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’, ‘The Banality of Evil’ and ‘Now Then…’ have detailed how from the early summer of 1994, Dafydd and the gang were working very hard to have me constructed as ‘dangerous’ and transferred to an institution like Broadmoor. Their efforts began in earnest immediately after I and Patient F met with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and raised our concerns about Dafydd sexually exploiting patients and serious complaints about Dafydd and his colleagues not being investigated.

The shenanigans in north Wales were accompanied by a major research fraud committed by two Top Docs at St George’s Hospital Medical School in London, Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and Malcolm Pearce, for whom I had previously worked as a research assistant, which, had they not been caught, would have seen them established as making medical history and any attempt on my part to publish anything about their wrongdoing or their collusion with Dafydd and the gang in north Wales would have resulted in me being cast as a nutter telling porkies about World Famous Top Docs. There was further wriggling after Chamberlain and Pearce were exposed. Chamberlain, the more senior of the two and a man who was friends with Sir George Pinker, the Royal Gynaecologist who delivered William and Harry, as well as celebs such as Cilla Black, blamed everything on Malcolm and later gave evidence against Malcolm at the GMC hearing in 1995. Malcolm was struck off but what wasn’t made public was that Malcolm was then given a job as a medical negligence expert no less. When I worked at St George’s, 1989-91, I was officially Malcolm’s research assistant, although Chamberlain was Head of Dept. So even after it all blew up in their faces, had I gone public, I would have been known as the research assistant of that terrible man who faked his own research and no doubt Chamberlain would have been happy to confirm that I was a wrong ‘un, not having been publicly disgraced himself. Malcolm wouldn’t have come forward because he had that nice little number as a negligence expert and there’d have been one hell of a row if it had been known.

I don’t know who cooked all this up, but it was well beyond the ken of the St George’s crowd or indeed the Health Secretaries at the time, Virginia Bottomley, a former psychiatric social worker and then Stephen Dorrell, both of whom concealed the criminality at St George’s and in north Wales. See previous posts. The arrangements with regard to Chamberlain and Malcolm involved people at the highest levels of Gov’t as well as the security services. However it did all save the face of the man who since 1976 had been Chancellor of Bangor University and who also had a few other links to this heap of crap.

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On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June, the trial of Peter Howarth, Arnold’s long time friend and colleague, for the sexual abuse of boys in his care, opened at Chester Crown Court. Howarth went on trial with Paul Wilson. On 8 July, Howarth was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years in prison; Wilson was acquitted on all charges. Howarth maintained that he’d taken the rap for other abusers who were protected by their Friends in High Places. In April 1997, just after Waterhouse Inquiry had opened, it was briefly suspended because Sir Ronnie suddenly felt like a holiday in Hong Kong, during which time he met up with Derry Irvine, who was either the man who within days would be Lord Chancellor or he was the Lord Chancellor, depending upon the day that Ronnie and Derry bumped into each other. While Ronnie was in Hong Kong, Peter Howarth died in HMP Wakefield from a heart attack. Ronnie had previously worked with Derry and Derry’s two junior barristers, Tony and Cherie!

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The Courts, lawyers and judges of the Chester and Wales Circuit were and still are endemically corrupt and have colluded with organised abuse on Wales for decades. In 1990 three Gwynedd County Council social workers and their colleague, an Angel, perjured themselves in Chester Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned for breaching a High Court injunction. It became obvious that they had lied on oath and the case fell apart. There was no investigation. I now have copies of documentation relating to that case and the granting of the injunction just weeks previously. Perjury had been involved in obtaining the injunction. The injunction had been applied for and granted by the High Court in Leeds, although I lived in Bethesda in Gwynedd. Sir John Kay granted the injunction. Leeds falls within the Northern Circuit; barristers and judges on the Northern Circuit were colluding with Jimmy Savile and the Yorkshire gang. Until he made his name by acting for Jeremy Thorpe when Thorpe was tried for conspiracy and threats to kill at the Old Bailey in 1979, George Carman QC worked on the Northern Circuit. Carman was a grade A crook who spent years concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the constituent gangs. Cherie Booth worked in Carman’s Chambers until 1988 and Miranda had been his pupil. Jimmy Savile was said to have ‘held’ Carman in reserve lest any media outlet ever named him as an abuser. Greville Janner retained George Carman when he was interviewed by the police re the abuse of children in care in the early 1990s. In his later years, Carman lived in Wimbledon, as did Geoffrey Chamberlain and many other Top Doctors and staff of St George’s. John Moore, Thatch’s Secretary of State for Social Services, 1987-88 and Secretary of State for Social Security, 1988-89, also lived at Wimbledon and interestingly enough refused to risk his own neck at St George’s in Nov 1987 when he became ill himself. Moore was a instead a patient at the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon. This was not surprising; Moore was at the top of the DHSS and knew that the Dept itself and the NHS was in chaos; he also knew that serious organised crime had permeated St George’s Hospital and that a huge trafficking ring was being facilitated by the staff. Ollie Brooke had been released from prison early in the summer of 1987…

When I first arrived to work at St George’s myself in 1989, Parkside Hospital were advertising for part-time lab staff and I showed interest in doing a few hours for them at weekends. When I mentioned this to my new colleagues at St George’s, they became incredibly nasty. The senior technician David Hole started shouting at me and stated that he wouldn’t give me a reference if I applied for a job at Parkside and I gained the impression that Hole was going to ensure that no-one else did either. I was baffled by the complete hostility but I now know that by that time Hole was fully aware that I was refusing to drop my complaints about Dafydd et al who were linked to the ring that Hole’s own colleagues were involved with. Hole was the MSF rep, he was corrupt and he was using his knowledge of the criminal Top Docs to personally benefit. Hole couched his aggression in ‘I hate private medicine’ – well he was an SDP Councillor – but he was working with NHS consultants who were also running Harley Street practices and raking in the dosh. When I found out about John Moore recently I wondered whether Hole and co had been desperate to keep my away from Parkside lest I bumped into a few of the Rich N Famous in Gov’t who were providing the umbrellas for Ollie Brooke et al.

 

Documents in my possession show that the perjury and even much of the rigging of the court cases involving me, including the perjury at Leeds High Court and subsequently in Chester, was organised by Ron Evans, a lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who was communicating directly with Lucille Hughes and NHS managers and staff in north Wales. Ron forged and altered documents in the process. See previous posts eg. ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’. Ron’s wife taught history at Bangor University and also serves as a magistrate in north Wales and their daughter is a lawyer who entered the civil service and by 2011 was employed as Peter Mandelson’s aide.

Gwynedd Social Services came after me – and F – again in 1993. Jackie Brandt, one of the Gwynedd social workers who had perjured herself in 1990, made a statement to the North Wales Police maintaining that I had screamed and yelled at her in Safeways in Bangor, such that she feared imminent attack. I was prosecuted and subsequently tried at Bangor Magistrates Court in the summer of 1993. Brandt got her own name wrong in the witness box, admitted that she had lied to the police and that I hadn’t even spoken to her in Safeways and then started crying, after she had explained to the magistrates that she had Plenty Of Experience In Dealing With Dangerous Clients but I was even worse than all the others. I had to cough up £60 for causing Brandt ‘alarm and distress’. I subsequently wrote to Michael Mansfield QC about this and the abuse of the law by Gwynedd Social Services to harass and silence complainants; I had previously complained about Brandt when she broke the law and unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Michael Mansfield wrote a one line reply in response, although he had just published his book ‘Presumed Guilty’ about corruption and abuse within the criminal justice system. Mansfield’s former Chambers colleague is St Helena Kennedy, who was a guest at a do held by Julia Hobsbawm at the Portmeirion Hotel in Gwynedd some years ago; St Helena is a Wimmin’s Champ, but not of those Wimmin who have challenged Dafydd and the gang, probably because she spent years working with Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who when he ‘assessed’ me in 1991, just told me to go back to north Wales ‘because they know you there’. Eastman’s colleague Dr Robin Jacobson had told Eastman in writing that Dafydd was sexually abusing patients and that he suspected Dr Tony Francis was as well. Tony’s wife Sadie was a Top Doctor who was also part of the gang in north Wales. Sadie grew up in Yorkshire, where her mum was a Top Doctor – although she preferred to work as an artist – and herself was the daughter of one of the first Wimmin Doctors in Britain.

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Shirl and the rest of the Gang Of Four colluded with Dafydd and the Westminster Paedophile Ring for their whole careers and used their knowledge of who was doing what in that ring of traffickers to develop their electoral strategy after the SDP was formed and I suspect may even have established the SDP with a view to doing that. See post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’

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I’ll probably find out soon that Dafydd is the secret love child of Mrs Pankhurst. Or Jenni Murray.

While Gwynedd Social Services were in hot pursuit of me throughout much of 1993 – Brandt made her complaint to the North Wales Police in early spring and the trial wasn’t held until late summer – two other people deeply involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal died, which will have been a relief to many, what with that police investigation into a possible paedophile ring drawing to an end and the hundreds of complaints that had been made about the abuse of kids but were never acted on by the DPP. The deceased were Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon and his dad Lord Lloyd Kenyon. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in the care of the Social Services in north Wales and used the boy for indecent photos. It was recorded upon the boy’s social work file that he was in a ‘homosexual relationship’ with Thomas. In 1978 the two of them spent the night together and Thomas subsequently made a complaint of theft against the boy, stating quite clearly why they had been together all night. The ‘theft’ was of a number of items including Polaroid porn pics of them both. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas was not charged with any offence.

Lord Kenyon was President of UCNW for nearly 30 years but was deposed in 1982 when the gwerin began fighting in the wake of Jeremy Thorpe and Mary Wynch. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’ Lord Kenyon was a Tory who held numerous public positions, including that of Chair of Clwyd Health Authority; he was a member of the North Wales Health Authority, the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a magistrate, a Flintshire County Councillor, a Director of Lloyd’s Bank… See previous posts for full details of the Kenyons.

Lord Kenyon died on 16 May 1993, ‘after a long illness’. Jackie Brandt made her statement of lies to the police about me several weeks before the North Wales Police arrived at my house and told me that she had complained. I didn’t find out about Brandt’s allegations until well into April. I was charged a few days later. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died from HIV/AIDS in 1993. Lord Kenyon was a Tory. Those we know and love will have been fully aware that Thomas and his father were on the way out when Brandt’s idiocy took place.

 

On 21 July 1994 after Matt Arnold was safely dead and Peter Howarth had been sent to prison for 10 years, Miranda became Leader of the Labour Party. His predecessor John Smith had died on 12 May 1994 after the Top Docs at Bart’s were unable to revive him following a heart attack; Bart’s was choc full of Top Docs who had links with Dafydd and the gang and had been protecting them for many years. See previous posts…

After John Smith died, an acting Leader of the Labour Party was appointed, a lady who famously enjoys caravanning – just like Jimmy Savile – who served as the Deputy Leader under John Smith, 1992-94:

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Margaret has been the Labour MP for Derby South since 1983 and before that she was the Labour MP for Lincoln, 1974-79. So Margaret reaches back to Harold Wilson’s era. There was a paedophile ring in Derbyshire who were on excellent terms with Dafydd’s gang; care staff from Derbyshire arrived to work in children’s homes in north Wales and north Wales’s child abusers popped over to Derbyshire. John Jillings, who Chaired the Jillings Investigation, admitted that very serious abuse of kids in care in north Wales had gone on for many years but refused to give his opinion as to whether a paedophile ring was in operation. Despite his harsh words, it was widely believed that Jillings was playing down the severity of the problem in north Wales. John Jillings was the former Director of Derbyshire Social Services.

The Jillings Report was completely suppressed and made available to no-one except Clwyd County Council’s insurers lawyers on the advice of Michael Beloff QC, the legal adviser for the  insurers of the Council, Municipal Mutual. Michael Beloff QC is, like St Helena,  a member of the Mansfield community and was a colleague of Cherie’s. After Miranda got through the door of No 10, Michael Beloff was a visitor to Chequers. Michael Beloff is the son of Lord Max Beloff, who was a pal of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council when kids and psych patients were being abused and his staff were busy perjuring themselves and forging documents in their efforts to have me imprisoned.

 

Among her other positions, Margaret Beckett was a junior Minister in the Dept of Education and Science, 1976-79, in Callaghan’s Gov’t under Secretaries of State Fred Mullay and then Shirl. So she knew about the abuse in schools, especially of SEN children and in the schools attached to children’s homes, in north Wales and elsewhere. Beckett also knew about the chaos presiding at UCNW and Shirl refusing Dafydd Wigley’s 1979 demand for a Public Inquiry into Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW. Beckett had a go at being Shadow Heath Secretary, serving as yet another safe pair of lame ineffective hands in that role.

Beckett topped off her collusion with serious organised crime when she served as Lord President of the Council and therefore was the visitor for Bangor University, 27 July 1998 – 8 June 2001. Which was during the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the subsequent Report. While Beckett was serving as the University visitor, the Windbags’ friend of many decades, Lord Cledwyn, who had been concealing Dafydd’s et al crimes since the early 1950s when Cledwyn was elected the Labour MP for Anglesey, was President of UCNW. See previous posts.

 

Malcolm Pearce was struck off by the GMC in June 1995. On 9 July 1995 Bing Spear, the corrupt Home Office Drugs Branch mandarin who did Dafydd so many favours, died. On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University in July 1995. See previous posts.

 

Michael Randle was coordinator of the Alternative Defence Committee, 1980-87, contributing to its publications, Defence Without the Bomb (Taylor and Francis, 1983) and The Politics of Alternative Defence (Paladin 1987). He has contributed articles and reviews to ‘Peace News’, ‘New Society’ and ‘The Guardian’, as well as to other newspapers and journals.

‘New Society’ steadfastly ignored the widespread abuse of children and vulnerable people in the care system throughout its many years of existence. This was hardly surprising as it was a magazine aimed at social workers and its classified’s pages carried job adverts for social work managers for local authorities which had been infiltrated by paedophile gangs. John Allen advertised for staff in ‘New Society’.

 

Randle was also the author of several books, including Alternatives in European Security. Randle was coordinator of the Bradford-based Social Defence Project, 1988-90 and later coordinated the Nonviolent Action Research Project, also based in Bradford, the proceedings of which were edited into a book Challenge to NonviolenceHe remains an honorary visiting research fellow at the Department of Peace Studies, Bradford University. In 2005, he co-edited with April Carter and Howard Clark People Power and Protest since 1945: a bibliography on nonviolent action.

For most of the life of the Committee for Conflict Transformation Support (1992–2009, previously Coordinating Committee for Conflict Resolution Training in Europe), Michael Randle was minutes Secretary and also Editor of its bulletin, ultimately titled CCTS ReviewHe is a long-serving Trustee of the Commonwealth Collection at the J.B. Priestley Library at Bradford University. In March 2003, Randle made an extended appearance on the TV discussion programme ‘After Dark’. 

Randle married his wife, Anne, in 1962; they have two sons, Sean and Gavin and are grandparents.

 

Patrick Pottle (8 August 1938 – 1 October 2000) was a founding member of the Committe of 100. He was born in Maida Vale, north London. His mother was from an Irish Catholic family: his father was a Protestant trades union official and a socialist. Pat went to the London College of Printing and during national service, he worked in the hospital at RAF Uxbridge.

Pottle organised his first anti-war demonstration in 1959 and participated in a number of demonstrations, including a sit-in at the Soviet embassy in London. In 1964 Pottle was put on trial in China and deported for “inciting the Chinese people to overthrow the state”. Later the same year he was deported from Greece after joining anti-nuclear demonstrations. Months later he was deported from Malta for organising an anti-nuclear demonstration there.

A few months after Blake had escaped in Oct 1966, Pottle met and married Susan Abrahams, the daughter of the Olympic champion Harold Abrahams and his wife, the opera singer Sybil Evers. See post ‘O Jones, O Jones’. In 1967, Pottle co-founded the Vietnam Information Group to help US deserters and draft dodgers reach Sweden. A year later, he was arrested in London while demonstrating against the Greek colonels’ coup, but escaped from a police van after noticing that the back doors were unlocked. Pottle also organised demonstrations against the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia. The Pottles moved to Croesor in 1969, moving back to London in 1979. They were living in London when Pottle and Randle stood trial for springing George Blake. The Pottles then moved back to Gwynedd to retire in 2000.

For most of his working life Pottle was a printer, running his own Stanhope Press in the 1960s, working as printer for the Peace Pledge Union in the early 1990s and running his own Pottle Press in the late 1990s. Most of the printing that Pat did was for anti-nuclear or peace groups.

My previous post ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’ discussed how I got to know some of those involved in the anti-nuclear and peace groups in Gwynedd during the 1980s – although I didn’t meet Pat Pottle – who knew about Dafydd and the gang but would not touch them. Furthermore some of those activists later trained as social workers; their campaigning groups received huge support from people employed in the health and welfare services across north Wales. It was why I became so disillusioned with leftist politics and ‘radical’ activism, the whole lot of them were complicit. It wasn’t just north Wales; it was the same story in Leicester and London. I now know why: the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Their links were everywhere and the Labour-run Councils during the 1970s and 80s were sending hundreds of kids to children’s homes in north Wales. Virtually all the Councils, whoever was running the local authority, had a major problem with the abuse of children in care and the gangs were linked up across the UK and into Europe…

If the Brave Campaigners for Peace had said one word, the funding for their campaigns would have been terminated, there’d be no more support from the liberal media or indeed any political party or politician and furthermore the individuals who did speak up would have found that they were hounded out of every job that they ever obtained. As I was and the friends who supported me. One of my mates was murdered and attempts were made to murder Brown and his brother.

Greenham doesn’t look quite so heroic now does it Strong Wimmin?

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Lying in the road? Er, you’d have brought Thatch down if you’d have piped up about the Westminster Paedophile Ring because she was a personal friend of Sir Peter Morrison and Jimmy Savile, who was procuring the kids… Ooh, I forgot. You needed the Pot of Money and the Funding For The Co-ordinator Of This Project and We Really Can’t Criticise A Doctor. I remember it well Strong Wimmin!

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It was Sean Bourke who originated the idea of springing George Blake from the Scrubs. George Blake’s escape took place in 1966, three years after Randle and Pottle had been released from Wormwood Scrubs. Sean Bourke originally approached Michael Randle only for financial help with the escape, but Randle became more involved and suggested that they bring Pottle in on the plan as well, as he had suggested springing Blake to Randle in 1962 when they were both still in prison. It was in May 1966 when Bourke approached Randle and Pottle about springing Blake and it was in October 1966 that Blake was helped over the wall using a ladder made of rope and knitting needles. Blake was then hidden in various London flats by Pottle and Randle. In December Blake was smuggled to Berlin in a compartment hidden under the bunk of a camper van driven by Randle; Blake later surfaced in Moscow.

Randle and Pottle’s motives for helping Blake to escape were their belief that the 42-year sentence was “inhuman” and their personal liking of Blake.

The outline of the escape which appeared in media reports:

Bourke had smuggled a walkie-talkie into Blake to communicate with him whilst in jail. It was decided that Blake would break a window at the end of the corridor where his cell was located. Then between 6 and 7 pm, whilst most of the other inmates and guards were at the weekly film showing, Blake could climb through the window, slide down a porch and get to the perimeter wall, where Bourke would throw a rope ladder made of knitting needles over the wall so that Blake could climb over and they would then drive off to the safe house. During the escape, Blake fractured his wrist jumping from the perimeter wall, but apart from that it all went according to plan.

After the escape, it became apparent that the safe house Bourke had organised was not suitable, as it was a bedsit that was cleaned by the landlady once a week. Blake then spent several days moving between Randle and Pottle’s friends’ houses in north London; after this, Blake and Bourke moved in with Pottle, staying with him while preparing to get through customs and escape to East Germany.

Pottle and Randle’s book provided further details of the plans made before the escape, the escape itself and events after the escape. For years it was assumed that Blake’s escape had been masterminded by the KGB, but in the run-up to their trial Pottle and Randle secured the disclosure of MI5 papers which showed they had been suspected from the beginning. While it was fiercely denied by Pottle and Randle that MI5 themselves had assisted the escape, from the information provided in Pottle and Randle’s book, I would suggest that they must have done. Even in 1966, security in the prison system could not have been so lax that no-one would have noticed what went on; it was almost a Laurel and Hardy prison break-out. Or something worthy of Big Vern.

 

As for events after George Blake had actually got out of the prison via the ladder made of stringy bits and knitting needles which was thrown over the wall, new heights of slapstick were reached, some of which were provided by Top Doctors. Randle and Pottle noticeably didn’t name the Top Docs in their book or anywhere else or even provide the slightest clue as to the Top Docs’ identity or place of employment. A Top Doctor treated George Blake’s fractured wrist. Blake didn’t go to A&E, he received home visits and there was a bit of inconvenience and discomfort but it was rather less than the kidney stones and cluster headaches experienced by people who dared complain about the Top Docs and been unlawfully refused all medical care. Or indeed experienced by Labour politicians who keeled over with heart-attacks whom the Top Docs just couldn’t revive or the wives of Vice Chancellors who developed brain tumours that proved beyond the powers of the Excellence of the Walton Centre.

Randle and Pottle decided that George Blake needed to be Disguised for the period of time that he was knocking around in safe houses and on his way to East Germany and furthermore they decided that the best disguise would be that of a Foreigner. A real Foreigner, George was already a Foreigner in that he wasn’t British, but after getting over the wall, George had to be disguised as a Darkie. So the skills of a Top Doctor were once more enlisted and according to the book, treatment was supplied which affected George’s pigmentation and turned him into a Darkie. I imagine that Blake must have resembled Al Jolson, he cannot have really constituted a passable Darkie of the sort that Enoch Powell would demand be refused entry to Britain. Vote Bertrand Russell if you want a Highly Implausible Nigger For A Neighbour. Turning George Blake into a Darkie probably simply have made him even more noticeable, in the way that I reminded F would only highlight the presence of Dafydd when F one day suggested that Dafydd could disguise himself to gain entry to women-only spaces by wearing a burqa.

Not only did Top Doctors treat Blake for a fractured wrist and then turn him into a Darkie, but because the crowd who were concealing Blake were networked into the Radicals of North London, one of the women who lived in one of the safe houses in which Blake stayed was Sharing with her psychiatrist (or analyst) and shared the fact that they were harbouring George Blake. This appeared in media reports years later as well as in Randle and Pottle’s book and it was presented as one of those ‘The Things Nutters Say’ anecdotes but ooh they were telling the truth there and the Doc didn’t believe them. Readers I will enlighten you; Nutters usually tell the truth, Nutters are the best people watchers that you will ever encounter, Nutters notice everything and everyone and Nutters have excellent memories. Nutters don’t always realise the significance of what they have witnessed, they need to refer to Brown for that, but Nutters have the lowdown. Furthermore, Top Docs know this, or at least Top Docs like Dafydd who need to cover their arses do.

The psychiatrist and analyst circles of north London were, even back in 1966 when George Blake escaped, concealing organised abuse and many of them had links with Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Dafydd had ‘trained’ at the Maudsley before taking up a senior role at the North Wales Hospital in 1964 and he worked with Dr Bob Hobson at the Maudsley, who was running an abuse ring in London; the whole of the London medical establishment as well as psychoanalysts were protecting Hobson and they protected Dafydd for the rest of his career as well. See post ‘The Mentor’.

Sir Clough Williams-Ellis and Bertrand Russell were friends with many psychoanalysts and Clough’s wife Amabel was a member of Strachey family at the centre of the Bloomsbury Group. James Strachey was a huge figure in analysis, as was his wife Alix; they were friends with Freud and translated his works, providing the definitive translation which is still used today (see post ‘The Vermin Club’). There were close links between Welsh psychiatrists and analysts such as Wilfred Abse who were directly involved in facilitating organised abuse and the London Big Names (see post ‘O Jones, O Jones’) and Welsh psychiatrist Ernest Jones was one of Freud’s disciples who introduced analysis to the UK (see eg. posts ‘The Wind Of No Change’ and ‘The Vermin Club’). In turn this lot were friends with and often related to Gov’t Ministers, politicians, civil servants, diplomats, people close to the Royal Family and writers, journalists, people in theatre and the arts and of course lawyers. See post ‘The Vermin Club’. Ernest Jones alone had a son Mervyn who was a good friend of Michael Foot and who wrote Foot’s biography. The Croesor crowd contained numerous lefties and radicals with friends in north London and people like Eric Hobsbawm even had their main homes in north London. See post ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’.

By 1966 Dafydd was a leading light in MIND. MIND was facilitating organised abuse, including Dafydd’s gang. At one point, the Church of Scientology infiltrated MIND – then known as the National Association for Mental Health – maintaining that psychiatrists were committing crimes against children and experimenting on patients. This was completely true, but sadly because the Church of Scientology were a bit bonkers themselves, no-one at all would give them the time of day. The Scientologists and MIND were involved with a libel case which followed from the Church’s claims re Dafydd et al; the case was rigged at Gov’t level and the Scientologists lost. One of the lawyers who represented those who made the allegations against psychiatry later disappeared off the face of the earth. Ronnie Waterhouse was one of the lawyers who worked to uphold psychiatry’s good name.

The National Association for Mental Health and dear old Dafydd and his colleagues were considerably assisted by Sir Kenneth Robinson, Harold Wilson’s Minister of Health, 1964-68. The Top Docs loved Robinson, they absolutely loved him. He was the Mark Drakeford of Wilson’s Gov’t, Robinson gave the Top Docs lots of money, allowed them to do whatever they wanted, he failed to challenge the ‘pay beds’ scam in the NHS and he sat in a corner and wet himself in the face of the activities of Dafydd and Gwynne. Kenneth was President of the National Association of Mental Health in the 1960s when Dafydd was a high profile figure in the organisation as well. Even today, literature published by To Doc regarding the history of the NHS remembers Robinson’s time as Minister of Health fondly and the medical establishment is agreed that Sir Kenneth was the Best Minister Of Health that there has ever been. After pandering to the paedophiles in medicine, Sir Kenneth became the Chair of the Arts Council, distributing Gov’t cash to some of those who were using the services of the young sex workers procured by Dafydd et al. See previous posts for details re Sir Kenneth and the dust-up between the Church of Scientology and MIND.

 

That analyst who’s analysand was living in the same house as George Blake knew that George Blake was kipping at his analysand’s house and he/she will have known that the trail led to Bertrand Russell and his friends on Dafydd’s doorstep. He/she wasn’t going to blow the gaffe. There were so many others to think about…

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Now shut up and get in that dungeon at Denbigh. Rich horrible people want to have sex with you and no-one else will ever agree to shag them. Someone wants to be PM!

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As for putative help from the security services with regard to George Blake’s escape, some of those involved were the security services. I don’t know for certain about Randle and Pottle, but some of their closest friends were definitely working for the security services.

Pottle and his co-conspirator Michael Randle were suspected of helping Blake escape just weeks after it had happened in Oct 1966, but it was alleged that at the time Special Branch advised MI5 not to prosecute on the grounds that it might be seen as “persecution – that the big fish had got away so they were taking it out on the little fish”. The failure to prosecute was also attributed to the escape being highly embarrassing for the authorities.
Throughout the early accounts of Randle’s and Pottle’s lives of being prosecuted – or indeed not prosecuted – for political activism, I noted some very familiar names, names of people who concealed the criminal activities of Dafydd and the gang and the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring. The presiding judge over the 1962 trial of the six members of the Committee of 100 who organised the Wethersfield protest was Mr Justice Havers, ie. Sir Cecil Havers.

Sir Cecil Robert Havers (12 November 1889 – 5 May 1977) was born in Norwich, where his father was a solicitor. He was educated at Norwich Grammar School and then at Corpus Christie College, Cambridge, graduating with an LLB in 1913. Havers fought in WW I and continued to serve in the British Army well beyond that time as well.

Cecil Havers was called to the Bar at Inner Temple in 1920 and took silk to become a KC in 1939. Havers served as recorder of Chichester, 1939-51, as a judge in the Gold Coast, 1944-45 and as a Commissioner of Assize in the midlands in 1949. He became a bencher at Inner Temple in 1946 and served as Treasurer in 1971. Havers was elected as an honorary fellow of Corpus Christi in 1975. Havers was appointed as a High Court judge in 1951, being assigned to the Probate, Divorce and Admiralty Division. He was transferred to the King’s Bench Division in 1952.

Havers presided over the conviction of Ruth Ellis for murder in 1955, the last woman to be sentenced to death and executed in the UK. In a 2010 television interview his grandson, the actor Nigel Havers, revealed that his grandfather had written to the Home Secretary recommending a reprieve as he regarded it as a crime passionnel, but received a curt refusal. Havers subsequently sent money annually for the upkeep of Ellis’s son. I don’t know whether it was representations such as this from Cecil Havers which caused Lord Chief Justice Parker to give judges lots of money and stress that their duty was to be handmaidens of the state. Whether Havers was the precipitating factor for Lord Parker’s new Terms & Conditions for judges I don’t know, but the plan worked a treat. Just in my own case, judge after judge after judge, all the way up to the High Court over many years, doing favours for Dafydd.

Havers retired as a full-time judge in 1967 and became Deputy Dean of the Arches in 1970. He will not have been under those Arches, that is a delight experienced by the Empowered Service Users who have been Helped By Dafydd et al. In fact both Justice Roch and Huw Daniel made a point of telling the Court that Gwynedd Social Services ‘were helping people’ while I was leading the crime wave up in north Wales.

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  • Cecil Havers married Enid Snelling in 1916. They had one daughter, Elizabeth Butler-Sloss and three sons, Tony, David, and Michael Havers. Butler-Sloss and Michael Havers have been regulars on this blog. Michael Havers was Solicitor General, 1972-74; Attorney General, 1979-87 and then briefly Lord Chancellor. Michael Havers was the Tory MP for Wimbledon, 1970-87.

In the 1980s, it was revealed that Michael Havers, in his capacity as Attorney General, had blocked the prosecution of the diplomat and former DG of MI6 Sir Peter Hayman for child porn offences. Sir Peter was a member of PIE. See previous posts. This was one of the first storms regarding the failure to prosecute high profile Gov’t figures for child sex offences. Havers was AG throughout the years of serious criminality in north Wales, when complaints of the abuse of children or vulnerable people by Dafydd’s gang were ignored yet victims and witnesses were framed or prosecuted for trivial or ludicrous reasons. Havers was AG when Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital in Dec 1986 after Dafydd did a ‘deal’ with the corrupt Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station which involved having me arrested for ‘attempting to strangle’ a junior doctor. After I had been incarcerated in Denbigh the junior doctor withdrew his complaint and the charge was dropped. I was however not released from Denbigh.

Havers was AG throughout the months of 1987 when Dafydd and the gang, in cahoots with the Home Office, Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission, planned to frame me for a serious offence in order to have me imprisoned. Havers stepped down as AG on 13 June 1987 to take up the post of Lord Chancellor. Some three weeks later Dafydd, Tony Francis and the gang tried to fit me up for ‘attempting to stab a junior doctor’. The plan fell apart when Sergeant Morgan at Bangor Police Station and Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, did not tell as many lies as required. See previous posts eg. ‘Workers’ Play Time’. Havers was succeeded as AG by Patrick Mayhew, who, while in that role, in 1990 and 1991 authorised three prosecutions against me for contempt of court, my imprisonment being requested on each occasion, on the basis of members of the gang committing perjury. Documentation in my possession demonstrates that the MDU, Hempsons and the barristers acting in the cases knew that perjury was being committed, as did the presiding judges. See eg. posts ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’, ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’. So did Mayhew and Havers.

Michael Havers served in the Royal Navy, 1943-47 and then in the RNVR. As did Geoffrey Chamberlain. Gwynne the lobotomist was in the Royal Navy at that time as well. That generation of Naval officers knew about the shenanigans of Lord Louis Mountbatten, John Vassall, the gay spies in the Admiralty and the other events described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. It was the basis of Jim Callaghan’s rise to the top as well.

‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us. Lobotomised because you complained about a groper? Illegally imprisoned in a dungeon for refusing to shag Dafydd?? Call Lord Havers for the definitive and final judgement on the matter.’

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Cecil Havers’ daughter Elizabeth also made a valuable contribution to the protection of Dafydd et al. Butler-Sloss became the first female Lord Justice of Appeal in 1988 and in that year she Chaired the Public Inquiry into the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which had resulted from Dafydd’s colleagues in the north east of England, who were linked to the gang in north Wales, taking hundreds of children into care after carrying out the notorious Bottom Inspections and accusing many innocent people -usually family members – of having buggered them. Two of the accused men committed suicide and after their deaths it was admitted by everyone that one of them at least had definitely been wrongly accused. No staff were dismissed or prosecuted as a result of the scandal and the Director of the Area Health Authority, Liam Donaldson was subsequently appointed Chief Medical Officer for England by Miranda in 1998, where he remained until 2010. See previous posts, including ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And the Culprits Were Named’. Butler-Sloss never clarified in her Report how many children she believed really had been abused.

At the time of Cleveland, ‘The Guardian’ in particular waxed lyrical about the feminine charms of Butler-Sloss, who simply by possessing ovaries was kind, compassionate yet firm, good with children and sympathetic to distressed and even wrongly accused people. A rather different sort of publicity came Butler-Sloss’s way years later in July 2014 when she was forced to step down six days after being appointed as Chair of IICSA, after it was revealed that her brother Michael had been AG when many of the offences that would be the subject of IICSA had been committed. It was then revealed that Butler-Sloss, a big wig in the Anglican Church, had tried to ensure that the Anglican Church was excluded from IICSA. Which would have been a major omission in the light of what has now become public.

What has received less publicity is that Butler-Sloss was a bit dim when she was at school and although she came from a family where nearly everyone went to Oxbridge, even those without testicles, poor old Butler-Sloss was never going to be accepted for such institutions. So she became a secretary. I have absolutely no problem with people working as secretaries, I have been friends with secretaries, but I have yet to meet, in the flesh, a secretary who then became a High Court judge, let alone a Lord Justice of Appeal, because while working as a secretary she was spotted as High Court judge material and doors were magically opened. Without having to even do a law degree at university like virtually every other High Court judge. Not that this points to a Fiddle and Nepotism Of The Highest Order of course; it is yet another example of the Marvellousness of Lord Butler-Sloss and living proof that Women Are Amazing. In fact Butler-Sloss is so Amazing that her womanly hormones even projected her into Inner Temple, the same Inn of which her father was a member.

Butler-Sloss was rewarded for allowing the Westminster Paedophile Ring to continue business by being appointed the first female President of the Family Division of the High Court in 1999. But then Lizzie B-S had already bagged the job of Lord Justice of Appeal by keeping her mouth shut about Dafydd and the gang and I understand, about me.

 

Spot The Difference; Clue: One has had a shampoo and set (and one is really a secretary):

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Lord Michael Havers’ sons are Philip Havers QC – I wonder if he got into the family business via working in a wet fish shop after leaving school at 16 with no GCSEs? – and Nigel Havers, the posh actor who appears on TV talking in cut glass tones about how he isn’t at all posh, he just always plays roles in which he is cast as a Posh Man, while the women on TV with him swoon and bang on about him having gone to Eton and his dad being a Lord.

Nigel Havers:

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Lord Justice Butler-Sloss:

 

This lot presided over terrorist trials and legislation which results in some people being locked up for years in solitary confinement. Doesn’t it warm the cockles of one’s heart?

The big guns were certainly brought out to blast away at Pottle, Randle and the other four members of the Committee of 100 who stood trial in 1962. The AG himself, Sir Reginald Manningham-Buller aka Lord Dilhorne, led for the prosecution. Reginald Edward Manningham-Buller, 1st Viscount Dilhorne (1 August 1905 – 7 September 1980), known as Sir Reginald Manningham-Buller, 1954-62 and as The Lord Dilhorne, served as Solicitor-General, 1951-54, AG, 1954-62, then as Lord Chancellor, 1962-64, so someone was obviously pleased with him jailing the Wethersfield Six.

In 1957 Manningham-Buller prosecuted suspected serial killer Dr John Bodkin Adams for the murder of two elderly widows. The case was highly controversial with allegations of inappropriate contact between Manningham-Buller and the BMA and GMC, political interference from the Gov’t of which Manningham-Buller was a member and evidence disappearing from the DPP’s files and then reappearing in the hands of the defence after the trial had begun. Mr Justice Patrick Devlin, the Presiding judge, in his post-trial book accused Manningham-Buller of “an abuse of process”. Detective Superintendent Herbert Hannam of Scotland Yard, the chief investigator, suspected political interference from a Gov’t which didn’t want to see a Top Doctor hang. It was widely believed that Manningham-Buller had deliberately presented a weak case against Bodkin Adams, who was suspected by Home Office pathologist Francis Camps of having killed 163 patients. Harriet Harman’s dad Dr John Harman gave expert evidence for the defence, on a matter of which Harman had no first hand clinical experience. But not knowing one’s arse from one’s elbow has never been a barrier for expert medical witnesses and just look at what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing at the time…See previous posts for more info on the John Bodkin Adams case.

Manningham-Buller as AG also made the decision to mount the prosecution against Penguin Books under the new Obscene Publications Act after the company republished Lady Chatterley’s Lover in 1960. Bernard Levin criticised the decision in ‘The Spectator’ which caused Manningham-Buller to suggested prosecuting “the proprietors of The Spectator, the editor and Mr Bernard Levin” once the Chatterley trial itself was over. The Solicitor General Sir Jocelyn Simon convinced him to reconsider.

Manningham-Buller’s mother was the granddaughter of Hugh Grosvenor, 1st Duke of Westminster. The Duke of Westminster has an historical link with St George’s Hospital Medical School. When the St George’s Hyde Park Corner site was vacated after the institution relocated to the new development in Tooting in 1980, the 6th Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, a close friend of Carlo’s, demanded that the Gov’t give him the Hyde Park Corner site as a freebie – it was worth millions, being a Posh Expansive Bit of Knightsbridge – because his ancestors had donated the site and founded St George’s in the 18th century. Ken Clarke pretended that he and Thatch told Gerald to take a running jump. They didn’t, they let him buy the Hyde Park Corner site for £6,000 and it is now the Lanesborough Hotel, about as posh as you can get.

The gift to Gerald was in no way linked to the pan-European trafficking ring which involved Prof Ollie Brooke of St George’s, Sir Peter Morrison, Dafydd et al and huge swathes of UCNW, of which Carlo was Chancellor and St George’s. Or Gerald being President of the City of Chester Conservative Association when Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester. Or Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary being Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Carlo’s mum.

 

Manningham-Buller’s daughter, Eliza Manningham-Buller, was Director General of MI5, 2002-07. She was in post when all those NHS staff lied to the police in a desperate attempt to have me convicted of ‘threats to kill’… Eliza was awarded a peerage in 2008. Eliza Manningham-Buller was appointed to the Court and Council of Imperial College, London in 2009, becoming Deputy Chairman later that year and named Chairman in July 2011. She became a Governor of the Wellcome Trust in 2008 and the first female Chair of the Trust on 1 October 2015.

Eliza: Next time that you are on duty when Ysbyty Gwynedd’s solicitor sends a memo around to the staff requesting ‘more nurses down the police station to complain about Sally Baker please’ and eight of the Angels then lie to the police about having heard me threaten to kill Alun Davies when at the time I was sitting in a locked ward sporting injuries after having been assaulted by four members of staff, could you please put a stop to it immediately, rather than hanging around for two years while I remain on bail, losing my job and my home in the process, only to find that the charges are withdrawn on the first day of the trial? Then when you hear that the DES have then placed me under investigation anyway for being a ‘danger to pupils’, perhaps you could investigate immediately and ensure that absolutely everybody involved is dismissed from their jobs, rather than leaving it to Merfyn’s friend to clear my name, which causes a backlash from the Top Doctors and the death of Merfyn’s wife while she’s in their care? Furthermore Eliza, when you are held over a barrel because of the St George’s Link, at least avoid being held over a barrel by a bunch of corrupt MSF reps and an insane vindictive lab technician called Deb Everard who doubles up as a Tory Councillor for Edmonton. Thanks Eliza! 

PS. There is large scale research fraud taking place at Imperial and by researchers funded by the Wellcome Trust and it has been going on for a good 30 years. Don’t move too quickly on this one will you Eliza, it is after all only the reason why the Treatments and Interventions don’t work and why the clinical outcomes for patients in the UK are now some of the worst in Europe. Oh and next time that two postgrads use all possible official channels to raise their concerns that a group of Top Docs are running some sort of sex abuse ring, targeting patients and are fitting up and imprisoning those who complain, perhaps you could investigate instead of allowing your workforce to send a thug after Brown and smash his head on a pavement repeatedly. Don’t worry about an apology, it will make no difference. You knew that this was happening and you chose to let it continue. You aren’t sorry and you never will be.

The Baroness ‘Fuck You’ Manningham-Buller
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Reginald Manningham-Buller died in September 1980, aged 75, and was in turd in the village of Deene, East Northamptonshire. Northamptonshire contains St Andrew’s Hospital which was an asylum specialising in the abuse of patients and the accusation of innocent people, but in recent years it has become a Private Unit which houses hundreds of learning disabled people who’s placements there are funded by the NHS and social services. There have been numerous allegations of ill-treatment and some patients have died. Complainants have been subjected to Court Orders to prevent them speaking to the media.

 

At the trial of the Committee of 100, the second prosecutor to Reggie was Mervyn Griffith-Jones, who famously led the prosecution at the Lady Chatterley’s Lover trial. His much quoted remark in his opening statement as to whether the novel was something “you would even wish your wife or servants to read” is often cited as representing the extent to which the British ‘Establishment’ had fallen out of touch with popular opinion at the time. It hadn’t, it was just a heap of horse manure for the Court and the press, Mervyn Griffith-Jones knew what Dafydd et al were doing at the time and it was a lot worse than publishing Lady Chatterley’s Lover.

Griffith-Jones failed to convince the jury at the Chatterley trial and the publishers were acquitted. Griffith-Jones lived until July 1979, which gave him plenty of time to blow the whistle on Dafydd who was undoubtedly doing things that you wouldn’t wish your wife or servants to read about, but he never did.

I note that Bertrand Russell wasn’t prosecuted along with the Wethersfield Six; Bertrand the ringleader was ignored. I wonder why?

Griffith-Jones was a member of Middle Temple, as was Ronnie Waterhouse. Their time there overlapped, with Griffith-Jones being an old lag when Ronnie was a whipper snapper. After WW II, Griffith-Jones was one of the British prosecuting Counsel at the Nuremberg Trials, as was Lord of the Rings, Lord Elwyn-Jones, who served as the conduit between Dafydd et al, the East End part of the business and the Gov’t, Lord Elwyn-Jones being Attorney General.

In 1955, Griffith-Jones was junior Counsel for the prosecution of Ruth Ellis and in 1963 he was the prosecuting Counsel in the trial of Stephen Ward, the fall guy for the Profumo Affair. Ward killed himself with an overdose on the last day of the trial and died after being convicted in his absence. What received less publicity was the big helping hand that Ward received from the Top Doctors with regard to his suicide. See previous posts. No wonder no-one was going to see John Bodkin Adams convicted and executed, wherever would fiends in high places be without the Top Doctors?

Previous posts eg. ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ have described how Dafydd found out about Naughtiness in High Places before he went to Liverpool Medical School, how he knew that a trade in young people from Wales as sex workers to those in High Society was in existence and he therefore made plans to vastly expand the business and has spent his entire existence since then blackmailing the idiots who did such dreadful things to conceal wrongdoing as long ago as the years of Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t.

Mervyn Griffith-Jones was a Councillor in Westminster City Council, 1948-54, when the Council was complicit with organised abuse. His son, Robin Griffith-Jones, is the current Reverend and Valiant Master of the Temple.

 

Pat Pottle defended himself at the 1962 trial of the Wethersfield Six, but his five co-defendants were defended by Jeremy Hutchinson, the famously high camp celebrity barrister who was a member of the Bloomsbury Group. Hutchinson had been the defence barrister for George Blake in 1961. Jeremy Hutchinson was entertaining in Court and had everyone rolling in the aisles, but it came at a price. He robustly defended people whom he knew to be guilty including child sex offenders and used anything, anything at all, to win a case; he took the piss, made obscene gestures, anything went if it could put a witness off their stride, particularly an honest one. Hutchison had a rather complicated life outside of the law, indeed literally outside of the law and a network of friends and associates who were involved with sexual exploitation and crime, including people linked to Dafydd and north Wales (see previous posts).

Hutchinson was called to the Bar in the Middle Temple in 1939 – Ronnie Waterhouse arrived in the Middle Temple some years later – and served in the RNVR during WW II. Well, what else would he have done but spent a few years among Royal sailors and gay spies with a taste for boys? Jeremy was a member of the defence team in the Lady Chatterley trial and the year after became a QC. He was a Recorder of Bath and the Crown Court, 1963-88.

There was an elite paedophile ring in the Bath area which involved celebs and Arty people. The Brotherhood of Ruralists were busy in the west country while Jeremy Hutchison was on the turf down there and one of them, Graham Ovenden, was eventually convicted of child sex offences. Ovenden had been controversial for years with concerns expressed regarding the nature of some of his art, which, had it been photography, would definitely have been deemed to be child porn. Ovenden fiercely defended his art in a way that sounded rather like an artist or reviewer dreamt up by a satirist and when his work was seized, former child models of Ovenden spoke in defence of him. I accept their point that they had never felt, or been, abused by Ovenden and neither should we see a sex offender in every artist who draws nudes. However, Ovenden was abusing some children, he did so for a long while and although he was convicted alone, someone knew about it and was helping him. Jeremy Hutchison was one of those who robustly defended Graham Ovenden.

Hutchinson was a member of the Committee on Immigration Appeals and of the Committee on Identification Procedures. Hutchinson was Vice-Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain and a Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts. He was a Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate Gallery. On 16 May 1978, Hutchinson was created a life peer. Just as Jeremy Thorpe was charged…

Hutchinson was married to the actress Peggy Ashcroft, 1940-1965, with whom he had two children. He had many friends in the world of luvvies as well as law, true Garrick Club stuff. Hutchison later married June Osborn, who died on 26 September 2006. June Osborn and her friend when younger had entertained themselves by each trying to persuade the other one that marrying Ted Heath would be an excellent idea. Why Ted Heath was ever seen as remotely desirable by either of them I cannot fathom.

 

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See previous posts for the escapades of Jeremy and his posh wives, posh friends and the criminals by whom Jeremy was so charmed.

Jeremy Hutchison only died in Nov of last year, so Dafydd had a good friend in the latter day Oscar Wilde until very recently.

 

Another link between the Croesor crowd and gay swinging spies in higher echelons was Rab Butler serving as the Home Secretary when George Blake was jailed; Butler was followed as Home Secretary by Henry Brooke, who continued concealing the wrongdoing of the same people with whom Rab so ably colluded. Rab Butler was Mr Tory Party for decades and then spent a long incumbency as Master of Trinity College, Cambridge. In Gov’t, Rab concealed mountains of doings on which Dafydd and Gwynne capitalised and he was out to grass at Trinity College in time for Carlo’s arrival. Rab was appointed Carlo’s personal mentor and counsellor for Carlo’s time at Cambridge. Trumpers was running Cambridge at the time and was a friend of Rab. There was an elite abuse ring based at Cambridge and in particular Trinity, decades after the flurry of gay Cambridge double agents in the 1930s.

Rab established and then held influence over the Home Office Research Unit which remained in existence long after Rab had left Gov’t, that funded research carried out by academics who were working with young people who had been abused while in various care contexts or in approved schools. Rab’s loyal servants did everything they could not to mention what they knew had happened to and in some cases was still happening to the witnesses and victims. Many of those who in their early careers received commissions and funding from Rab’s Research Unit later became some of the biggest names in criminology and social work, particularly those who had concealed the crap when Woy’s star was in the ascendant. See post ‘Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers’.

When Mr Justice Havers sentenced the Wethersfield Six – I can recommend that everyone quickly reads some of the transcript of the trial, Havers sounds remarkably like Justice Cocklecarrot of ‘Private Eye’ fame – Harold Macmillan was PM, people known to Captain Swing and his mates were swinging at Cliveden and Henry Brooke was Home Secretary.
At the time of George Blake’s escape, Harold Wilson was PM and Woy Jenkins was Home Secretary. Both of them would have been completely compromised when dealing with any case involving people who were at the heart of the Welsh Bloomsbury Group, because Wilson was the first PM who, like Miranda years later, rearranged the entire furniture of Gov’t to conceal the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the associated serious crime.
Wilson’s proud creation, the Open University, was the plaything of Lord Goodman – Wilson’s crooked lawyer friend who got Wilson out of many a hole and was brought back into service when Jeremy Thorpe was arrested and charged – as well as Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow. The advisory committee re the establishment of the OU was jammed with people colluding with organised abuse, including Lord Asa Briggs, the VC of Sussex University, 1967-76, the man who used his links with MI5 to wreak revenge on Merfyn after Merfyn was involved in an anti-Vietnam protest as an undergrad which involved throwing red paint on a visiting US official. See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’.
Wilson knew that St George’s Hospital, when it was located at Hyde Park Corner in Knightsbridge, was doing favours for very serious criminals who were rich and powerful; they even provided a helping hand to Lord Lucan (see previous posts). Wilson also knew that St George’s had established a Dept of Psychiatry which was facilitating organised abuse; that Springfield Hospital in Tooting was also facilitating organised abuse and that a paedophile/trafficking ring was operating from Wandsworth Borough Council. So Wilson decided that London’s big flagship teaching hospital and medical school to ‘bring healthcare to the people’ would be sited at Tooting and that it would involve the relocation of St George’s from Hyde Park Corner, with Springfield as the associated psychiatric hospital, the  new development being within the Borough of Wandsworth. The result was the most dishonest elitist Top Docs in London who had spent their lives serving titled criminals, dripping with contempt for their patients in downtown Tooting while the existing paedophile ring expanded rapidly and linked up with gangs right across the UK and Europe. Neither was there any shortage of funding, the investment was enormous. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’.

Woy was himself a bisexual swinger, which as far as consenting adults are concerned is a matter for him and them, but Woy’s tentacles spread rather further than consenting adults, which might be why he did nothing to stop the appalling abuse of young people in approved schools and other institutions run by the Home Office or the rampant corruption in the criminal justice system, the police, the prison service etc. He was a member of the Gang Of Four who so clearly based their entire electoral strategy on colluding with the gangs supplying the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You’.

Wilson’s Minister of Health, 1964-68, was the superstar Sir Kenneth Robinson.

The degree of fuckwittery on the part of those making decision at the time was clearly illustrated by Home Secretary Woy, in Oct 1966, appointing Lord Louis Mountbatten to lead an Inquiry into prison security in the wake of George Blake’s escape. Mountbatten had no pretences at all to knowing anything about prisons or security, he had vast experience as a senior officer in the Royal Navy, but I’m not sure that the notion of ‘transferable skills’ would apply in that case. What was salient was that Mountbatten was the person who was involved in something that enabled so many people to get away with so much and Woy was one of those who knew the full story.

Brown has reassured me that Dafydd will, like his crooked mate Robert Bluglass, have been appointed to sit on bodies concerned with advising and regulating and of course Dafydd has given Expert Evidence to Parliament. It is only by such strategies that wrongdoing of such proportions can be kept from the general public. The spies who know about Mountbatten are breaking out of prison with the help of MI5! Who will lead the Inquiry? Er, how about Mountbatten, because Dafydd’s tied up. So to speak, along with a few friends from the Chester and Wales Circuit.

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When Mountbatten’s Report was completed, it was ‘welcomed’ as ‘humane’ by Tony Smythe, the then General Secretary of the NCCL. Tony Smythe was an anarchist who was described to me as being ‘very paedophile friendly’. Smythe had a lot of doings with arty and radical things that liked to believe they were Edgy but were in some cases just worrying. Smythe had links with groups campaigning for paedophiles’ rights – the NCCL being one such group – and was CEO of MIND, 1974-82, when Dafydd was rapidly expanding his empire of crime with MIND fully on board. See previous posts for further information on Smythe. Mountbatten’s activities were known about by senior figures in MIND, because Lady Juliet Bingley who Chaired MIND for years, was married to Admiral Sir Alec Bingley who served with Mountbatten. The Bingley’s son William was Legal Director of MIND, then became CEO of the Mental Health Act Commission, Chaired lethal and scandal ridden NHS Trusts in the North West of England and was given the Chair in Mental Health Law and Ethics at the University of Central Lancashire. See previous posts. William was with Dafydd all the way…

 

Ted Heath was the Leader of the Opposition at the time of Blake’s escape. I stress that I do not have documentary evidence of Ted Heath’s involvement with Dafydd et al, but Heath’s time as Leader of the Opposition and as PM saw him surrounded by people who by the time that I was doing battle with Dafydd’s gang were undoubtedly colluding with Dafydd. Mary Wynch’s problems began when Heath was PM, his Gov’t was completely flouting the law in every regard in relation to Mary. Keith Joseph, as Heath’s Secretary of State for Social Services, appointed Barbara Kahan as his adviser on children’s social work; Kahan had been colluding with the abuse of children in her care for years (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). People like Lord Hailsham, Willie Whitelaw, Norman St John Stevas and others were all around Heath and had degrees of involvement in the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well as with Dafydd et al. Charles Morrison, Peter Morrison’s brother, was as close to Heath as Peter Morrison was to Thatch. So all shades of the Tory spectrum were covered. One Nation!

In 1970, the year in which Heath became PM, Sean Bourke wrote a book about the George Blake escape in which he thinly disguised the names of Pat and Michael as “Pat Porter” and “Michael Reynolds”. There was still no action taken against them. Of course there wasn’t, the Captain’s Crew and Dafydd were swinging like never before, Bertrand Russell was going and then gone, but there was his Towering Reputation and Legacy to protect.

The event which sparked off further events which eventually led to Randle and Pottle’s June 1991 trial occurred in Nov 1986. ‘The Observer’ published an extract from a book by Philip Knightley’s about the George Blake escape. The article prompted letters which appeared in ‘The Observer’ the following week, including one from Montgomery Hyde, stating that he was working on a biography of George Blake. In spring 1987, Michael Randle, then living in Bradford, received a phone call from someone who had seen the publishers blurb about Hyde’s book  and told Randle that the book would reveal that the Committee of 100 had been involved in Blake’s escape. Randle began worrying about a piece that he wrote in 1967 about the escape, which constituted concrete evidence of his and Pat’s role, so he burnt it.

In Aug 1987 Randle received a call from journo friend and Randle said he’d consider reviewing Hyde’s book for ‘The Guardian’ and phoned Pat Pottle in London. Randle reviewed the book but instead the’The Guardian’ published a piece by Richard Norton-Taylor which said that the Committee of 100 sprang Blake. An article had also appeared in the ‘Irish Independent’ in Sept 1987.

In the autumn of 1987, I was living in Leicester with Brown and friends, having narrowly escaped the attempt by Dafydd et al to fit me up for trying to stab a junior doctor. We were under surveillance at the time from MI5 but had no idea. We were on Greville Janner’s turf and Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law, Stuart Hall and others from the New Left were trying to shaft Brown. The gang in north Wales were in pursuit of me… Being Brown and me, in Leicester we just uncovered more examples of vulnerable people being shafted by professionals paid to help them. I had also been to see William Bingley at MIND, not having any idea that he was mates with Dafydd. Tony Francis acquired a High Court injunction against me on the basis of his perjury. The MDU and their solicitors, Hempsons, knew that Francis had lied in his statement.

 

The story about George Blake, Randle and Pottle appeared as the lead article in ‘The Sunday Times’ in Oct 1987. Just before that article appeared, Brown had appeared on Channel 4 criticising the decision of the BBC to screen an offensive contribution to the world by Bernard Manning. I have recently been told that those we know and love saw Brown on TV and panicked.

It was just before all this that that Dafydd told me that if I dropped my complaint about him he’d get me a place at Liverpool Medical School. Brown was listening to the call and subsequently wrote to Gwynedd Health Authority. He did not receive a reply. MI5 had tapped our phone and heard everything.

Substantial media coverage re the George Blake escape followed…

In Sept and Oct 1988, Randle and Pottle were interviewed by officers from Scotland Yard,  Randle in the presence of his solicitor Ben Birnberg.

On Nov 8 1988, ‘The Sunday Times’ alleged that Vanessa Redgrave had put up the money for Blake’s escape; Redgrave had been a member of the Committee of 100. Redgrave, Randle and Pottle all denied Redgrave’s involvement. Randle and Pottle began writing their book about Blake’s escape. In Nov 1988, Michael Randle resigned from his research fellowship in Bradford University’s Dept of Peace Studies.

I spent April 1988-April 1989 working in the Cancer Research Campaign team at Surrey University. The team was led by Prof Vincent Marks, the brother of the then President of the BMA, Dr John Marks. I have now been given evidence that John and Vincent were working really hard to screw me over; my work was, without my knowledge, given to another cancer researcher in Newcastle Medical School, Nicola Curtin, of whom I had never heard and Curtin published it with her name on it as well and used it to gain funding; I was told that funding for my post had expired and was made redundant. One of Tony Francis’s psychiatrist friends from Manchester, Dr Peter Mcguire, had suddenly decided that he was going to work for the Cancer Research Campaign as well and hey presto he received funding. Sadly for Mcguire, he and his colleagues used the funding to commit a massive research fraud which was exposed in 1990 and resulted in the suicide of their colleague Prof Tim McElwain. Not that it stopped them, they went on to be leaders in cancer research and one took up mental health research. See previous posts…

In Dec 1988, the Tory MP Graham Riddick demanded the prosecution of Randle and Pottle and within days the campaign for their prosecution had escalated. Norris McWhirter, of the far right Freedom Association, threatened to bring a private prosecution against Randle and Pottle. Graham Riddick’s Early Day Motion was signed by more than 110 Tory MPs.

On 3 Jan 1989, Randle heard that Sir Allan Green, the DPP, had ordered Scotland Yard to reopen the investigation into George Blake’s escape.

 

In May 1989, after being made redundant by Surrey University, I began a new job at St George’s. I have been told that it was a trap, planned well in advance, to wreck my career in medical research and ensure that I would not work in a professional job again…

By this time, a major police investigation was underway in Leicestershire into a child abuse ring which was thought to involve Greville Janner and there were allegations that a VIP paedophile ring was operating in north Wales/Cheshire and demands were being made for a police investigation into that as well.

In July-Aug 1988, Lord Butler-Sloss had concealed the crimes of Dafydd’s mates in Cleveland and in July-Aug 1989 Dafydd’s mate Bluglass would cover-up Dafydd and the gang’s criminality in my own case. Dr James Earp in Leicester had already performed a minor effort in the autumn of 1987 and early spring of 1988, but what with me not going away, Bluglass was called upon… See previous posts.

 

Throughout their trial, Pottle and Randle insisted that their action was morally justified, and, ignoring a clear direction from the judge to convict, the jury unanimously acquitted them. Pottle and Randle stated that they published their book about the George Blake escape following ‘a whispering campaign against them’ prompted by Montgomery Hyde’s book. “We didn’t want needlessly to invite prosecution, but there were stories naming others who weren’t involved, accusing us of being communist agents, trying to discredit the anti-nuclear campaign,” Pottle said at the time.

The following are extracts from Pat Pottle’s address to the jury before his acquittal on June 26 1991:

This prosecution has come about because 110 MPs signed a motion calling for our prosecution, and because of a threat of a private prosecution from the inaptly named Freedom Association . . .

Your task would be a lot easier if this were a simple case of guilt or innocence, but it is not. It is a case of right and wrong. It is a case of politics, a case of how governments lie, cheat and manipulate, and then cover their tracks in a smokescreen of official secrecy…

This is a political trial. A political decision was taken in 1970 not to prosecute. When we were publicly named in 1987, it came as no surprise to the police: they had known since 1970…

The accepted theory about George’s escape was that it was organised and carried out by agents at the KGB. That was embarrassing to British intelligence, but at least they could argue that the KGB was a worldwide organisation with limitless resources. What would the revelation that a petty criminal and two peace activists had carried out the escape do to our relations with our allies? It was better that the world continued to believe that the whole thing was organised by the KGB rather than the Lavender Hill Mob.

It was indeed a political trial, but it wasn’t nearly so political as the trials that I repeatedly found myself in. Pat and Randle knew people involved with a huge international paedophile/trafficking ring which ran profitable side-lines in class A drugs and porn. Senior politicians and members of the Royal Family were linked with it, as was Bertrand Russell. It was why there was such a reluctance to prosecute anyone for helping Blake escape. They all Knew About Dafydd and the security services were helping Dafydd run his gang.
I didn’t help a KGB spy escape from prison, I complained about a fucking lobotomist who was running a paedophile gang. So my friends were targeted for assassination. I REALLY don’t get this!! And neither do I understand why anyone ever thought that Brown and me were going to be intimidated into keeping quiet. We had absolutely no respect for a bunch of sex offenders driving Volvos, reading the ‘Daily Mail’ and propositioning students, when they were in their 70s and wearing trousers with the crotch down by their knees. I took the piss out of them when I was 21 and I’m still doing it. Because they are idiots.
I have been told that Randle and Pottle’s prosecution was definitely something to do with me, but I haven’t worked out what the rationale might have been yet, there are a few more people involved whom I need to investigate…

I briefly discussed in a previous post ‘O Jones, O Jones’ how Randle and Pottle stood trial at the Old Bailey for springing George Blake in June 1991, just after the episode in the spring of 1991 when Dafydd’s gang made yet another attempt to have me imprisoned for contempt of court, as usual on the basis of perjury that was known to everyone involved in the case. Not only that, but the case was heard at the Royal Courts of Justice in The Strand. I was down from Bethesda for the hearing. It was so ludicrous, especially as once more the case against me fell apart, that it must have been noticed by numerous people. No-one said anything or asked any questions, although the North Wales Police had just begun an investigation into a possible paedophile ring operating in north Wales/Chester. Then just weeks after the saga involving me at the Royal Courts of Justice, another bizarre and ridiculous case with strong links to Gwynedd took place at the Old Bailey, but gaining very much more publicity than my case did…

The hierarchy of people involved in the case against Pottle and Randle and in  my case were the same: the Attorney General was the corrupt Sir Patrick Mayhew and the Solicitor-General was Sir Nicholas Lyell. Lyell subsequently became AG and in that capacity drew up the ground rules for the Waterhouse inquiry. It was Lyell who granted immunity from prosecution for people who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry. It is why people like Glanville Owen, Rob Evans and Lucille Hughes who were responsible for managing the children’s homes in Gwynedd while the kids inside them were being abused and trafficked, turned up at the Inquiry, gave evidence that clearly demonstrated that they knew what was happening to the kids and just left the kids at the mercy of the gang and can now never be prosecuted for child abuse. Waterhouse even managed to say in his Report that Lucille knew that a paedophile gang was active within the children’s homes but she ‘failed to respond’. Lucille can never be prosecuted thanks to Sir Nicholas Lyell. See previous posts.

The DPP who at the end of 1988/the beginning of 1989 ordered the prosecution of Randle and Pat Pottle was Sir Allan Green QC. Green, like everybody else, ignored complaints of very serious offences against children and vulnerable adults in north Wales. It didn’t matter what evidence people had or how they tried to raise concerns, the police would not even record complaints. The nicer police officers just made excuse after excuse as to why they couldn’t do anything, but the notorious ones swore and shouted at the complainants and if they still didn’t go away they would arrest them for ridiculous things like breach of the peace or harassment. The Sergeant at Menai Bridge Police Station watched Tony Francis pursue me down a main road yelling insults at me and commenting on my bum. I walked into the Station and said ‘have you seen what is going on here?’ only to be told to get out or I would be arrested for breach of the peace. Dafydd hit me in front of witnesses. No action. I witnessed the Doberman that Dafydd kept which he used to set on people trap two police officers in their car; the Doberman was going apeshit, the officers locked themselves in and didn’t dare come out. This was after all the fuss about Dangerous Dogs. When Dafydd’s minions finally hauled the dog off of the police car, I started taking the piss and saying to the police ‘there’s a dangerous dog here, aren’t you going to seize it’, one of the officers replied ‘we know the law on dangerous dogs thank you very much’ and Dafydd told the police officers that this snarling bastard was ‘my puppy’. Anyone else would have found themselves in Court.

As for the kids in care, there were hundreds of episodes of them running away, there were serious injuries, there were complaints to the North Wales Police and to the Councils which had placed the kids in the homes and there was still no action. One boy from Southwark was forced to have sex with men at gunpoint in the Bryn Alyn Community yet Southwark Borough Council continued to send kids to Bryn Alyn. See eg. post ‘The Battle For the Labour Party’s Soul’. Kids in care were sometimes found dead in north Wales, as were psych patients constantly.

The police were deflecting so many complaints that Sir Allan Green will not have known about them, but it was Green who was authorising ludicrous prosecutions against people like me; he knew that something untoward was happening in north Wales.

Allan Green QC was forced to resign as DPP after he was ‘caught kerb crawling’ but by his own account he ‘was talking to some prostitutes’ after he’d been to a meeting. No-one reported what the prostitutes said that Sir Allan had been saying to them. Green’s wife was then found dead after ‘committing suicide’, but the circumstances of that suicide were so worrying that it was worthy of one of the suicides that the witnesses to Dafydd’s crimes committed. See post ‘A Future Leader Of The Labour Party?’

 

The solicitor who acted for Michael Randle was Ben Birnberg. Birnberg had acted for Mary Wynch when she sued Dafydd and the gang after she was unlawfully arrested and detained for a year. Mary won the case, but the gang simply refused to pay her the agreed compensation unless she enforced payment. Mary won other parts of her case as well, against the Public Trustee. Again, the Home Office just refused to settle. Michael Howard finally completely shafted Mary when he was Home Secretary; she had proven her case, it had taken her years and cost her everything. Howard handed over a bit of loose change as ‘full and final settlement’ without admitting anything and told her to fuck off. Ben Birnberg knew that this was happening to people in north Wales.

I didn’t get as far down the road as Mary, but if I had, the same thing would have happened to me I’m sure. Again and again a tosspot when cornered would admit to me that yes, the ‘services’ had broken the law; yes, I’d been wrongfully arrested and imprisoned; yes there had been a complete failure to provide care; yes confidence had been breached. On the occasions when such admissions were made to my lawyers, they be followed by a mad letter screaming at us that if we wanted to take this further the NHS would ask for a judicial review or something ridiculous. It was very clear what the thinking was: ‘We’re the NHS, we have a bottomless pit, we are so fucking bad that people are dying and there’ll be no end to this if someone wins a case against us. So fuck off, because we’re going to do this until the day that you expire at our hands’.

 

At their trial at the Old Bailey, Pottle and Randle argued that their motives had been humanitarian and that since the security services had known of their involvement but had done nothing until MPs demanded their prosecution, the trial was political. They were unanimously acquitted by the jury.

Pat and Sue Pottle moved back to Gwynedd from London in 2000 to retire. Pat died very soon after they returned to Wales; he was only 62. No-one expected Pat to die, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died in Oct 2001 very soon after the diagnosis. Pancreatic cancer is not a nice cancer to have, it can kill very quickly after diagnosis. Particularly if Top Doctors somehow don’t notice if someone has pancreatic cancer. Someone who worked as Bertrand Russell’s Secretary and who knew many of those people involved in the gang in north Wales as well as big wigs in the UK and elsewhere who were never ever named in connection with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

The Waterhouse Report was published in Feb 2001. By Oct 2001, Dafydd’s gang were once more embarking on yet another massive conspiracy to lead me into yet another trap and wreck the career in teaching on which I had just embarked, having finished teacher training at Bangor University in May 2001. The crap didn’t begin to fly in my direction for another few months, but I have received information that the gwerin were busy from the minute that I began teacher training…

 

When he was on trial at the Old Bailey in 1991 for helping George Blake escape, Pat Pottle addressed the jury directly and he summed up by saying:

Yes, I helped George Blake escape. I did it for purely humanitarian reasons. I think we were right to do so. I would do it again. I have no apologies to make and no regrets. I will finish by quoting Bertrand Russell: ‘Remember your humanity; forget the rest.’

That will have been all the humanity shown by Russell and so many others as they ignored everything that was happening to less privileged people at the hands of Dafydd and the gang.

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.

 

There’s no-one left to speak for any of you suckers…

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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!

Joan Collins

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.

Did you know anything about it all Miranda?

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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.

 

 

An Appalling Vista

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

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

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

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

The Birmingham Six were cleared in 1991.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

De-escalation techniques – ‘SCRAAAAP’…

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

Teare’s wife Kathleen was a magistrate in London.

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have anything that you wish to declare Elspeth?

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Just call me The Green Green Grass of Home…

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

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

 

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

Lord Denning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends

After writing my post on Lady Patricia Scotland’s role in the Waterhouse Inquiry, which served to cover-up the extent of the north Wales child abuse scandal (see ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland QC Was On Board As Well!’), a number of questions popped up, including how did Scotland become the country’s first black female QC at the staggeringly young age of 35? Scotland is clearly completely unscrupulous and will do anything to advance herself, so I asked my co-researcher if he could do some digging. He’s come up with some interesting but worrying info.

My co-researcher has discovered that not only did Patricia splash out thousands of taxpayers money on refurbishing the free home in Mayfair that was given to her when she was appointed Commonwealth Secretary General (although she already owned a £2 million house in Chiswick and a cottage in the Cotswolds) – she was also given a salary of £158,579, BUPA health insurance and a chauffeur driven car – Patricia also appointed a number of her mates as ‘advisors’, paying them handsomely. Two of these were Matthew Doyle, a former Downing Street press officer who worked for Blair after he left office and Joe Phelan, a former employee of the PR firm Weber Shandwick. They were paid £16,000/month each. But another old mate of Patricia’s did even better – a mate of hers who has featured on this blog previously and who has contributed to the sum total of misery and suffering in north Wales in quite a big way himself. That is Lord Kamlesh Patel of Bradford. Patricia hired a company owned by Patel to advise on the running of the Commonwealth Secretariat – at an initial cost of £30,000/month. Patel’s company was also paid an additional sum of £325,000. Patel and Scotland had both been names on a list of ‘glamorous personalities’ who attended a corporate golf tournament in India in 2012. In 2013 they appeared in Macedonia for the ‘inaugural Sahara Balkan Peace Festival’ and in 2014 they popped over to Bahrain as part of a Parliamentary delegation. In April 2016, one week before Scotland’s inauguration as Secretary General, Patel agreed to provide ‘strategic organisational advice’ – the work that he was contracted to perform was not put out to tender. So who is Patel?

Kamlesh Patel is a Professor at the University of Central Lancashire and was appointed as a Labour peer by Blair in June 2006. I discovered the existence of Patel just before that. Patel was Chairman of the Mental Health Act Commission between 2002-2008. He was Chairman whilst I was being assaulted by staff in the Hergest Unit and subsequently denied care for a serious illness and effectively left to die. (It was during this episode that a forged letter purporting to have been written by me was found in the possession of the GMC – see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’.) The GMC was not the only organisation participating in wrongdoing in order to conceal serious failures at the Hergest Unit, Kamlesh’s lot at the Mental Health Act Commission were as well. I made representation about the abuse and neglect at the Hergest Unit to the Mental Health Act Commission but as ever nothing was resolved. At one point they told me that they had lost my file. My lawyers retrieved that ‘lost’ file from the Mental Health Act Commission at a later date. My lawyers also retrieved some very chummy correspondence between the Mental Health Act Commission and the North West Wales NHS Trust, which makes it quite clear that the Commission were certainly not even attempting to hold the Trust to account. I now have documents in my possession that demonstrate that the Mental Health Act Commission were colluding with law-breaking on the part of the north Wales mental health services as long ago as the 1980s. They were party to what was going on there for decades. Kamlesh will have known all about it by the time I wrote to him in the early 2000s – because before he was Chairman of the Commission he was Vice-Chairman, before that he was a non-executive Board Member and before that he had been a humble Member of the Commission. He’d been involved with them for years. Furthermore, he was involved with them when William Bingley was Chief Exec of the Commission (Patel co-authored with Bingley and others in 2000 and 2001). That’s the William Bingley who, before he joined the Mental Health Act Commission, had been the legal director of MIND and who admitted to me in 1987 that he knew all about the wrongdoing and deaths in north Wales as well as about the misconduct of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones (please see previous posts).

Patel concealing the heap of crap in north Wales – and I bet other heaps of crap elsewhere as well – certainly reaped him rewards even before he was invited into the Lords. I thought that it was bad enough that he was given a Chair in 2001 (his academic output is hardly earth shattering), but between  2003-2004 he was National Strategic Director for the National Institute of Mental Health and between 2004-2006 he was a National Strategic Director for the Department of Health. Both of these appointments were made by Secretaries of State for Health under Blair. The Ministers responsible will have been either Alan Milburn or John Reid and a previous star of this blog, Patricia Hewitt. John Reid was one of Blair’s principle Rottweilers and was also one of the Home Secretaries for whom Patel’s mate Patricia Scotland had worked herself. As for Patsy Hewitt – she has led a career in which she has serially  disgraced herself. She held a senior role at the National Council for Civil Liberties when that organisation had links with PIE and were campaigning for the decriminalisation of sexual relationships between children and adults and years later when she left Gov’t was identified as one of the biggest offenders in the group of ex Ministers on the make. Patsy ruthlessly utilised her former role as Minister for Health to bag herself lucrative directorships with companies with interests in healthcare. Please see post ‘The London Connection’ for more info on Patsy.

Kamlesh has held numerous other roles within the remit of mental health and drugs/alcohol. He styles himself as an expert on the topic of mental health and ethnic minorities and has been one of the UK’s leading lights on this for years. Which will explain why the number of ethnic minorities being detained under the Mental Health Act is so much higher than other groups, why they are more likely to held in secure settings, to be ‘restrained’ and tasered in mental health units or subjected to forced medication. Oh and they are killed by the mental health services far more frequently than other groups as well. Kamlesh’s inadequacy in defending their corner has had dire results for them but Kamlesh has done really well out of it – not only has he held successive appointments on Gov’t bodies and ‘task forces’ and landed a peerage, but he boasts that since 1998 he has netted over £15 million in research grants and awards.

After the Mental Health Act Commission was abolished, Kamlesh was immediately appointed as a member of the Healthcare Commission, which then metamorphosed into the CQC (Care Quality Commission) of which Kamlesh was also a member. The Healthcare Commission and CQC have both been mired in scandal as a result of them failing to respond to whistleblowers raising concerns of serious abuse and neglect in services and indeed giving services shot through with serious failure glowing reports after inspections. But what did anyone expect – not only was Kamlesh a member, but so was Sir Robert Francis QC, who when he was still just Robert Francis QC and a barrister working for the Medical Defence Union, attempted to have me imprisoned for ‘harassment’ because I would keep writing letters complaining about the criminal activities of certain staff in the mental health services in north Wales. One of the staff whom I was complaining about was Dr X (Dr Tony Francis) – whom Robert Francis QC was acting on behalf of. (Please see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’.) Between 1989 and 1995, Patel was manager of the Bridge Project and I think that he is still a Patron. The Bridge Project is a voluntary organisation concerning itself with ‘community’, ‘mental health’, ‘substance abuse’ ie. the usual suspects that seem to attract ruthless predatory people who are subsequently awarded gongs for their work on ’causes close to their hearts’. I note that the address of the Bridge Project is, appropriately, Salem Street. As I perused it’s website, a little message popped up regarding the offering of reflexology to the ‘service users’. That’ll be effective against the multiple deprivation and socio-economic devastation of the area and the institutionalised corruption in the ‘services’. The service users get their feet rubbed, Patel and Scotland get into the Lords.

I’ve always wondered what Patel’s original job was. I’ve now found out – he began his career as a social worker in Bradford. Bradford and the surrounding area does of course have a huge problem with the organised abuse of children in care, as well as some very serious social and health problems eg. those stemming from forced marriages, a high incidence of infant deaths, health problems arising from marriage between members of extended families. Bradford also has very ropey mental health services which seem to be nearly as bad as those in north Wales. Another star of this blog also has connections to Bradford. One of the lying expert witnesses who assisted in the concealing of the huge problems at the Hergest Unit, Dr Robert Kehoe, has worked as a psychiatrist in the Bradford area and I think currently works in Keighley, on the outskirts of Bradford, as well as working as an expert witness from a base in Harley Street and as Medical Director for Cygnet, an private provider of mental healthcare which is rapidly expanding in the UK. For further details of Kehoe’s lies, deceit and wrongdoing, please see post ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’.)

Kamlesh Patel is also listed as someone who served as a member of the Mental Capacity Act 2005 Commission. That’s the Act that has caused and continues to cause havoc, with vulnerable people (frequently with learning disabilities) being removed to ‘places of safety’ against their will and the will of their carers, where some of them have been abused and even killed. The Gov’t were warned that if this Act was passed that would be the likely consequence but they passed it nonetheless. Probably because dickwits like Patel were on the Commission. Recently Patel seems to have involved himself in cricket – I don’t know why, I can’t imagine that it’s because he’s actually realised the misery that he’s inflicted as a result of his involvement in health and social care and so he’s voluntarily left the scene. Is there money in cricket?

Let us return to the focus of this post, Patricia Scotland. My previous post about her mentioned a favour that she did for the Maldives junta that overthrew a democratically elected Gov’t. My co-researcher has discovered that she actually worked as a legal advisor for them – they paid her £7,500/day for this. One of her first moves after being appointed Commonwealth Secretary General was to hold a series of meetings with the junta. I mentioned previously that Cherie Booth (described as a friend of Scotland), wife of Blair (described as a ‘friend and mentor’ to Scotland) had worked for the same junta in her capacity as a ‘Human Rights’ lawyer. I have now discovered that in 2015 Scotland was actually on the advisory board of Cherie’s company, Omnia Strategy. The Maldives junta was not the first unpleasant regime that Patricia had connections with. Just before she took up the post of Secretary General she went on a ‘working visit’ to Kazakhstan and met key Gov’t figures. I mentioned in my previous post that in 2015 Scotland had also been a senior advisor to a mysterious company called Arcanum. It transpires that Arcanum is a rather secretive ‘private investment firm’ based in Zurich that has been used by the Kazakh regime to track down dissidents. Kazakhstan is not very nice to dissidents, it has a penchant for torturing and murdering them.

I explained in my previous post how Patricia was given a peerage by Blair during her time acting for the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry. Blair and Cherie clearly gave Patricia’s career quite a boost once they became mates with her, but of course Patricia’s first ‘achievement’, that of becoming the first black female QC, occurred in 1991, before Waterhouse and before the Blairs had noticed her talents. Patricia was appointed a QC when she was only 35 – she was also the youngest person become a QC since William Pitt. A star! Yet Patricia’s early career doesn’t seem anything special at all. However it is recorded that Patricia, after qualifying, ‘co-founded a successful legal chambers’. How? It is well known that life for barristers starting out is very difficult. They are self-employed and the work doesn’t start arriving until they build up a reputation – this is why barristers often came from families with money. They need a private income to get going. So how did an unknown Patricia establish a successful chambers? And who did she establish it with? Her speciality was family law – mental health and child abuse no less! Work like that doesn’t usually bring in dosh or fame – but of course, as Dr Dafydd Alun Jones discovered, it can, if you are prepared to assist some very unscrupulous people who might have a lot to conceal. It seems that Patricia had impressed another powerful person before Blair. Lord Mackay of Clashfern was such a big fan of the youthful Patricia that he said that he wanted to make her the UK’s first High Court judge and it was he who encouraged her to apply for silk.

Lord Mackay of Clashfern was Lord Chancellor between 1987-1997. He was appointed under Thatcher and reappointed when John Major became PM. The circumstances under which Mackay became a Tory peer were unusual. He was appointed Lord Advocate of Scotland in 1979 by Thatcher and joined the party upon his appointment, immediately becoming a Tory peer. The man whom Thatcher had wanted as Lord Advocate was Nicholas Fairbain, a hard right winger who was actually a total scumbag. So many people were so appalled at the prospect of Fairbain becoming Lord Advocate that Thatcher buckled under pressure, appointed Mackay instead and gave Fairbain the job as Solicitor General for Scotland (1979-1982), Mackay’s second in command. Fairbain was nonetheless a disaster. He was involved in much scandalous conduct usually involving grossly offensive behaviour when pissed, which  was most of the time. He had a string of mistresses and things became rather difficult when one of them tried to hang herself at his home in London in 1981. No-one has ever made public what precipitated this. However, Fairbain caused most upset over the Glasgow Rape Case. In 1980 a young woman from the east end of Glasgow was gang raped. As well as raping and beating her, her attackers carved up her head, face and other parts of her body with a cut throat razor. She was lucky to survive her injuries. Fairbain dropped the prosecution against the men – who had confessed – on the grounds that the woman had received treatment for mental health problems and therefore wasn’t a credible witness. The treatment was actually treatment for the trauma that she experienced as a result of the attack in question. A Top Doctor was also involved in the decision not to prosecute. There was the most enormous fuss and Fairbain was later forced to resign for leaking details to journalists. Some years later, some of the men involved in the Glasgow attack were jailed after a private prosecution was mounted. The woman who was attacked fared very badly indeed. She became homeless, developed a serious alcohol problem and died some years later. In the years following the Glasgow Rape Case, Fairbain seemed to revel in making offensive statements about rape victims, on one occasion describing them as ‘tauntresses’. Fairbain mercifully died from cirrhosis of the liver in 1995 when he was 61. After his death, his wife revealed that he had been very violent to her and that she was terrified of him. More recently, the daughter of one of his friends has alleged that he molested and raped her repeatedly as a child. There was also a police investigation into the possibility that he had been part of a paedophile ring and was a visitor to the notorious Elms Guest House in London, where children in care were abused. There have been numerous allegations that some of those who abused children in homes in north Wales frequented the Elms, including Sir Peter Morrison the MP for Chester. Friends from Fairbain’s younger days maintained that he had been a very promiscuous bisexual who also had links to PIE, but felt obliged to later make anti-gay statements in public to advance his career in the Conservative Party at that time. When the allegations that he was a paedophile surfaced, one Esther Ranzten was particularly freaked out because she had previously had an affair with Fairbain. She had no idea that he was capable of such things. But then she ‘didn’t know’ about Jimmy Savile. And when someone surfaced recently who maintained that they wrote to Esther years ago about Savile, Esther couldn’t remember receiving the letter. But then she probably doesn’t remember receiving the letter that I wrote to her about the activities of the mental health services in north Wales when she launched her mental health campaign. I never received an acknowledgement – perhaps she was busy with Fairbain at the time, who knows.

Lord Mackay himself didn’t get bladdered constantly. He takes his Christianity very seriously and between 2005-2006 was Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland. His mate Baroness Scotland makes much of her faith too, she’s a Catholic and is a member of the Lawyers Christian Fellowship! Scotland is not the only Christian who assisted Ronald Waterhouse in concealing child abusers – readers may remember that Waterhouse was advised by a team from the Treasury Solicitor, led by Brian McHenry, who had been a member of the General Synod and is now the vicar of All Saints Church in Orpington.

At present Lady Scotland remains the Commonwealth Secretary General. When she was appointed there were allegations that she secured the post by an ‘utterly corrupt process’, allegedly involving the distribution of bogus knighthoods and the offers of charitable donations in return for votes. The head of the Commonwealth is of course HM the Queen. Does she know who’s working for her?

 

Main Online Follows Up On Story Featured On Blog

Mail Online today has further coverage of the deaths of mothers and babies at Shrewsbury and Telford Hospitals NHS Trust – there was also a big feature on this scandal in the Daily Mirror. Since my posts ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ and ‘News From The Betsi’ detailed some of the dreadful practices in UK obstetrics over the past thirty years and how deaths and malpractice are concealed, I am glad to say that the mainstream media is finally showing an interest. I see that the Mail are also quoting James Titcombe – James is the father of a baby who died in the Morecombe Bay scandal, another Trust where serious problems were known about but covered up. James also felt obliged to resign from his Care Quality Commission position on the National Maternity Review because of the hostility and aggression that he was subjected to by Cathy Warwick, Chief Exec of the Royal College of Midwives.

What the Mail does not mention is who one of the most senior figures was at Morecombe Bay NHS Trust when deaths of babies were covered up – it was none other than William Bingley, who was legal director of MIND when I very first started raising concerns about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I met William in person in 1987. William admitted that he knew all about Dafydd, he described him as a ‘charming psychopath’, he told me that complaints were flooding in to the General Medical Council about Dafydd and that my complaint was ‘trivial’ in comparison with others (God knows what the other complaints involved because mine concerned criminal activity on the part of Dafydd and other staff, false imprisonment and assault). A few weeks after this, Dafydd tried to threaten and then bribe me into dropping my complaint about him – I approached William Bingley again and received a very strange letter from him. It simply advised me never to visit north Wales again. William and MIND never took any action on the basis of the evidence that I had given them and William Bingley then obtained a position as Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission. That was the Mental Health Act Commission who until it was abolished some years ago concealed criminal activity in the north Wales mental health services, as demonstrated by documents now in my possession. Bingley’s career did not come to an end along with the Mental Health Act Commission – it was then that he was appointed a non-executive director of the Morecombe Bay NHS Trust. By the time that the shit hit the fan over the baby deaths scandal it was revealed that Bingley had become Chair of a neighbouring Trust but after some serious financial conflicts of interest were revealed he resigned. Did he retire quietly after this career of shame? No bloody way – he continued in a post that he had been offered a while before, the Chair in Mental Health Law and Ethics would you believe, at the University of Central Lancashire. Bingley died in a fell walking accident a few years ago. His obituaries stated that he loved ‘socialising’ and was famous for his wonderful parties where all sorts of influential people were invited! But this is how careers are made in healthcare – through a combination of ruthless self-interest and nepotism and open doors between the Third Sector, the NHS and private business. But then William had a considerable boost at the very beginning of his career anyway – his mother was Lady Juliet Bingley, National Chair of MIND. As William climbed higher and higher, mental health patients continued to die in north Wales and mothers and babies pegged out in Morecombe Bay. But William continued to host those wonderful parties… For further information about the skulduggery in MIND, please see previous posts… Ooh, nearly forget – Bingley made his reputation as a brave defender of oppressed mental health patients by writing the Code of Practice for the 1983 Mental Health Act. That was the Men