Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers

A reader of this blog has sent me the Report of the Home Office Research Unit, June 1974 – when Roy Jenkins was Home Secretary – summarising current and past projects funded by the Home Office Research Unit as far back as the mid 1950s. This Report is certainly an interesting document but there is not the capacity on this blog to write as much as I’d like to about the research summarised. What is very clear from the Report is that for many years, the Home Office Research Unit had been conducting research into children’s social services, the psychiatric system, detox units, prisons and remand centres, borstals, approved schools, the Probation Service, the parole system and the practices of the police. Even if those researchers were of mediocre quality – and I imagine that some of them were – they could not have missed the large scale abuse of vulnerable people within the systems that they were researching. Research projects included investigating: who were the clients of prostitutes; why children and young people were attempting suicide or running away from approved schools and borstals; the histories of teenaged girls in Borstals and women in prison; narcotics users in detox units and prisons; and the workings of legislation relating to children, young people and prisoners deemed to be mentally ill. The Home Office Research Unit will have stumbled upon Dafydd and the gang repeatedly. Which might be why some of those being commissioned by the Home Office Research Unit to conduct the research were associates of Dafydd et al.

The Home Office Research Unit was established in 1957 under Macmillan’s Home Secretary Rab Butler. After the Children and Young Persons Act 1963, the Unit’s responsibilities were extended to matters relating to child care and adoption and extended again in the wake of the Race Relations Act 1968 and the Misuse of Drugs Act 1971. Universities and academics were invited to apply for grant funding from the Unit.

The Home Office Research Unit acted as a liaison between the Home Office and Social Work Group and the Scottish Home and Health Dept. Throughout many of the years that this Unit was in operation, there were at least two civil servants at the very top of the Home Office who were corrupt and colluding with serious crime – Barbara Kahan and Bing Spear. Kahan was a social worker based in Oxfordshire for much of her life who colluded with the most serious abuse of children throughout her career and was appointed as the Home Office’s Deputy Chief Inspector of the Children’s Dept in 1970, under Heath’s Home Secretary Reginald Maudling. When the remit for childcare moved to the DHSS in 1971, Barbara moved with it and became adviser to the then Secretary of State of the DHSS, Keith Joseph (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Bing Spear spent years as the mandarin responsible for the supervision of the prescription of Class A drugs in the Home Office’s Drugs Branch. Spear seems to have been an addict himself and was undoubtedly facilitating the sale of Class A drugs by Top Doctors like Ann Dally and Dafydd (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Bing Spear and Sir Peter Morrison were most conveniently found dead just four days apart in July 1995, as decisions were supposedly being taken by John Major’s Gov’t as to whether to hold a Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. The decision to hold the Inquiry and to appoint Ronnie Waterhouse as Chair had obviously been taken by then because Ronnie had altered his retirement plans and was on manoeuvres, as was the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland, former VC of UCNW (Bangor University). And of course Dafydd had finally ‘retired’, but he hadn’t, business had simply been re-routed through his charidee CAIS and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had closed down, except that it hadn’t, parts of it were still up and running but no-one was told. Then there had been the recent musical chairs at the very top of the Welsh Office, with Secretaries of State coming and going and paedophiles’ friend Lord David Hunt just taking over for a few days whilst all the crime was concealed as best as it could be.

 

Some of the work commissioned by the Unit was conducted by people who were already big names, such as the now discredited Prof H.J. Eysenck and his wife Sybil of the Institute of Psychiatry, who conducted research on the ‘personality of offenders’, 1971-74. Dafydd, Tony Francis, Professor Bob Woods and many more passed through the Institute of Psychiatry during their ‘training’. Eysenck was there for years, Dafydd et al will have known him even if they didn’t work with his team. Many people named in the Home Office Research Unit’s June 1974 Report have disappeared without trace, some became well-known but are now names from a previous era, whereas a few are still highly influential today or have only relatively recently died.

This Report exemplifies why there are such problems with the care and treatment of vulnerable people, including those who end up in the criminal justice system. If one takes the time to read some of the other research published by some of those named in this Report, it comprises some of the most notorious ‘research’ conducted during the latter half of the 20th century, for example the experiments on ‘neurotics’ with sodium amytal. Such experiments at Aston Hall Hospital were a smokescreen for the most serious abuse of children by the Top Doctor who ran that institution. It was an Aston Hall survivor who sent me the Report – they have also told me that the report of the police investigation into Aston Hall is due to be published later this month. The people who abused children, patients and prisoners in the name of this lame, poor quality research trained the generation of researchers and practitioners who are just retiring now ie. those who were responsible for educating and training today’s researchers and practitioners.

 

The more critically minded students were able to see through the terrible practices of their mentors, but a frighteningly high proportion of those students were not critically minded and were taught laughable theory and inducted into very bad practice.

This was a problem in the School of Psychology at UCNW. Professor Fergus Lowe, who led the regime there for decades, was known to lie, cheat and plagiarise. Some psychologists walked away from Fungus and Bangor because of this, but a great many didn’t, they learned – or didn’t learn – at the knee of Fungus. Thus this ‘world leading department’ contained more than a few researchers who did not adhere to basic protocol. The School of Psychology used to recruit a lot of people to participate in the PhD students’ experiments and I and two friends of mine volunteered for this in about 2005. The students didn’t know that two of us held postgraduate qualifications in science subjects ourselves and they responded to us as they did to other participants. They were rude, arrogant and patronising while we watched them make elementary mistakes. Midway through one trial which involved me hitting a computer key in response to images flashing on the screen in front of me, the keyboard provided for the participants was changed. The substitute keyboard was of a completely different design and it was a design that I had not seen before. As I grappled with the new keyboard, the PhD student looked at me contemptuously and commented that I probably wasn’t intelligent enough to participate in this trial. I explained to him that I had been given a different keyboard. He stated that didn’t matter. Yes it did you idiot, it is called ‘alerting the variables during the course of the trial’ and it is something that one never does. I demanded the return of the original keyboard and after much aggro it arrived. I completed the experiment while Mr Fuckwit looked on in amazement.

My two friends who participated in trials with Fungus’s minions had similar experiences, but with added extras, having taken part in many more trials than I did. They noted serious breaches of ethics as well as flaws in methodology. I knew these friends from my days in Bethesda, when the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends had me arrested constantly and tried to set fire to my house. They had lived in the same village as me and witnessed what was going on. One of them died some years ago. He had a long-standing heart condition with which he had lived for many years, which was known to the GPs at Bethesda surgery. He had a non-fatal heart attack at home one evening and his wife rang the GP on call, Dr Nicky Heinersdorff. Heinersdorff refused to attend her patient’s home, although Nicky Heinersdorff lived just up on the hill behind Rachub, about half a mile away from the house of the man who had the heart attack. His wife had to ring an ambulance for help. By the time that the ambulance arrived, my friend was unconscious. He died in hospital a couple of weeks later without ever regaining consciousness. Heinersdorff’s negligence was the talk of Bethesda but there was no investigation.

This man’s death was yet another death of someone who knew about the paedophile gang and what it was doing to victims, who also knew some of what was going on in the School of Psychology under Fungus and who many years ago had been a student of Prof Greig-Smith, the botanist at UCNW who worked with the spouses of some of the paedophile gang and who knew Prof Edred Henry Corner, the botanist who was the uncle of Douglas Hurd. Hurd was Home Secretary, 1985-89 and colluded with the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

It really is quite striking as to who pegs out when a Top Doctor refuses to do their job.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that when I was an undergrad, a lot of my friends were postgrad students at UCNW in zoology or plant biology. I was friends with a number of students on the MSc Ecology degree at Bangor, which was at the time considered the leading course of its kind. Prof Greig-Smith led the course and even the keenest and most able students complained bitterly about Greig-Smith’s deep unpleasantness and the lack of student support. One such student was an Oxford zoology graduate called Adrian Barnett. Adrian had been a member of the Exploration Society at Oxford and had done the David Livingstone bit and had hacked through jungles. During the course of his adventures, Adrian had contracted malaria which is of course recurring. Adrian would be spotted shaking and sweating around the University and in lectures and would be cheerfully ignored by the staff, while the students said to each other ‘oh it’s Adrian’s malaria again’.

Adrian knew my friend Anne who was killed by the paedophiles’ friends in spring 1986 and I think that Adrian knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Top Doctors as well.

Adrian didn’t end up with an MSc from Greig-Smith, he was given a Post-Grad Diploma instead. I can’t remember whether Adrian was just given the booby prize or whether he opted for it by leaving the course early. There was such dissatisfaction with Greig-Smith that students did talk of leaving without hanging around for their MSc. Adrian later went to Surrey University in Roehampton to do a PhD in Primatology, but he didn’t get that either.

Not that any of this has held Adrian back. He has spent many years exploring Central and South America, including the Andes and the Amazon, as well as West Africa. Adrian now styles himself as a rainforest ecologist and works at the Instituto Nacional de Pesquisas da Amazonia.

Adrian’s career highlights include:

Research Associate, Department of Anthropology, California Academy of Sciences, San Francisco, California, USA: Public Lecturer: Los Angeles, London and Philadelphia zoos; Royal Geographical Society; British Museum of Natural History; Oxford, Cambridge and London Universities, Universities of California Berkeley and Pennsylvania and others; Senior Research Officer, Friends of the Earth England, Tropical Rainforest Campaign, 1991-93; Environmental Journalist, 1986-present: BBC Radio 4, 5 and BBC World Service Radio (Over 600 appearances and presentations.) Children’s educational radio: presenter of ‘Animal Talk’ and 2 years as resident scientist on the ‘Mark Curry Morning Show’. ‘BBC Wildlife’ magazine, ‘Earth’ magazine, ‘The Guardian’, ‘The Times’, ‘New Scientist’ magazine. Royal Geographical Society-Shell UK Rainforest Education Pack, Maraca Rainforest ProjectPartner, Akodon Ecological Consulting, 1996-present. Staff, Philadelphia Academy of Natural Sciences, Education Department, 1998-99. Staff, The Franklin Institute Science Museum, 1998-99. Resident Faculty, International Honors Program in Global Ecology, 1992-96. Expedition team leader, 1999, for the Wildlife Conservation Society mammal survey. 

Scientific societiesFellow, Royal Geographical Society. Scientific Fellow, Zoological Society of London. Member, American Society of Mammalogists; American Society of Physical Anthropologists; Neotropical Bird Club; Primate Society of Great Britain.

Adrian’s success is certainly impressive when one considers how many degrees that he failed to complete and how sought after opportunities in ecology in exotic places are. Zoologists and botanists of Adrian’s generation with career-orientated parents were very used to receiving grief from their mums and dads about their terrible prospects if they insisted on wasting their talents studying flora and fauna.

Jobs with the BBC as naturalists are damn near impossible to bag. David Attenborough landed one, but then his dad was Principal of University College Leicester, an institution which concealed a VIP paedophile ring (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’) and of course Terry Nutkins and Chris Packham landed such jobs, although I don’t know how, particularly as Chris Packham keeps telling everyone that he was seriously dysfunctional and autistic. Bill Oddie of course succeeded, the Bill Oddie who was part of the Footlights tribe, along with Graham Chapman, a Top Doctor who molested young boys and was a friend of one of those who gave thousands of quid to people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’) and of course Jonathan Miller, a Top Doctor who was the son of a Top Doctor, who knew damn well what Dafydd et al were up to (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Jonathan’s son William worked at the BBC with my friend, when a gangster went after my friend, before the BBC forced my friend out of his job (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

So when Adrian’s CV arrived on the desk of Jimmy Savile’s employer and of course the employer of Esther, who did not reply when I wrote to her and told her of Dafydd’s abuses in the late 1980s, what outstanding features did Adrian’s CV have out of the hundreds that the BBC would have received? Er – UCNW, Ecology, 1986 perhaps?? AAAARGGGH – we’ve either got to kill him or give him a job…

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Mark Curry used to present ‘Blue Peter’ and later in his career he starred in the TV series ‘Doctors’. I do hope that Val, John and Pete weren’t linked to Dafydd as well. I wasn’t one of these people who believed that my childhood had been stolen when Savile was unmasked as a sex offender, because I didn’t waste time with ‘Jim’ll Fix It’, I hated the weird old creep and years later, after falling into the clutches of Dafydd and the paedophiles, I knew that there was no innocent explanation when Savile was appointed manager of Broadmoor particularly as I had heard that Savile was a child abuser even if no-one at the BBC had. However I did like Val, John and Pete and of course Shep and the other pets and it would be a great disappointment if it were to become known they they too hobnobbed with a gang of paedophiles. If anyone has info that they did, please let me know and Brown and I will reconstruct the tale in the style of that popular ‘Blue Peter’ feature ‘John Nettleton Tells The Story’. It’ll make a change from The Life Of Mozart which was what John Nettleton was usually narrating.

 

To return to the June 1974 Home Office Research Unit Report. Many people working for the Home Office Research Unit, either directly as staff of the Unit or as researchers in universities who had received funding from the Unit, will have known about Jimmy Savile as well as Dafydd and the gang. These researchers were working with the group who were targeted by sex offenders – young people deemed to be troublesome. They could not have failed to have noticed what had happened and what was happening to some of their research participants.

The Director of the Home Office Research Unit, 1972-83, was John Croft. Croft was in post throughout the incumbencies of Home Secretaries Robert Carr (July 1972-March 1974); Roy Jenkins, (March 1974-Sept 1976); Merlyn Rees (Sept 1976-May 1979); Willie Whitelaw (May 1979-June 1983). Croft’s tenure may also have covered the last few months of Reginald Maudling’s time as Home Secretary and the first few months of Leon Brittan’s incumbency.

Throughout this time the Home Office was riddled with corruption. A whole series of high profile miscarriages of justice occurred, which took years to be remedied as a result of the Home Office’s flat refusal to admit the degree of wrongdoing involved. Dafydd et al did precisely what they wanted in north Wales and teenagers from children’s homes in north Wales as well as psych patients died at Risley Remand Centre without investigations taking place (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

For decades, Bryn Estyn was an approved school run by directly by the Home Office and I had thought that was the situation until Bryn Estyn became a community children’s home in Nov 1973 and was transferred to the management of Clwyd County Council. However, I have now found information from the Home Office stating that the running of approved schools was transferred from the Home Office to the DHSS in Jan 1971. Thus Bryn Estyn was managed by the DHSS from Jan 1971 until Oct 1973. So that’s how Dafydd and Lucille came to be ruling the roost there. The abuse of boys in Bryn Estyn was endemic throughout the various different regimes, but it was when the DHSS were responsible for the institution when one Head was forced out after only a short time in post and when his successor was killed in a car crash, along with his wife and young son – and the Deputy Head. That car crash provided the opportunity for Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth to take up positions at Bryn Estyn in 1973 and it was then that the place turned into basically a brothel staffed by children.

The Secretary of State for the DHSS June 1970-March 1974 was Sir Keith Joseph. In 1967 Harold Bennett who had been Head of Bryn Estyn for 26 years retired. David Ursell succeeded him. On 15 March 1971 – two months after the DHSS had assumed responsibility for Bryn Estyn – an inquiry was held into a complaint against Ursell concerning his methods of instilling discipline. In 1972 David Ursell was suspended as Head concerning complaints regarding his methods of discipline. Peter Burton was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn. In March 1973, Peter Burton and his Deputy were killed. In May 1973, Matt Arnold took over as Head and in Nov 1973, Arnold appointed his former colleague from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead to a position at Bryn Estyn.

Barbara Kahan was Keith Joseph’s adviser throughout these events. In my previous post ‘A Local Boy Made Good?’, I explained how when we were undergrads, Brown and I wrote to Keith Joseph in his capacity as Secretary of State for Education regarding student finance. We wrote separately, yet Joseph sent one – rather unpleasant – reply to both of us, knew that our both of our home addresses were near Bridgwater and seemed to know that we were friends. I have mentioned in previous posts how I have been given evidence that Brown and me were under surveillance by the security services, before I encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles, from my earliest days at UCNW.

It was Keith Joseph who, with Thatch, set up the Centre for Policy Studies.

Bryn Estyn was located in Wales, so of course the Welsh Office would have been the direct layer of management, below the ultimate masters at Westminster. Peter Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales while the events at Bryn Estyn concerning Headmasters were occurring. Thomas was also Chairman of the Tory Party for some of that time. Peter Thomas’s father was a solicitor from Llanrwst.

Peter Higson’s family are from Llanwrst. Higson was a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, then the manager of Denbigh, then a regional manager for the mental health services, then the Chief Executive of HIW and now Higson is the Chairman of the Betsi. Higson presides over patient harm and death wherever he is. Higson’s sister Dr Ruth Hussey is the former Chief Medical Officer of Wales.

Peter Thomas became a barrister and was a member of Middle Temple, as was Ronnie Waterhouse. Thomas and Waterhouse both worked on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Thomas was Deputy Chairman of the Cheshire Quarter Sessions, 1966-70 and Denbighshire Quarter Sessions, 1968-70. Thomas was the Tory MP for Conwy, 1951-66 and for Hendon South 1970-87. He was Secretary of State for Wales throughout Ted Heath’s time as PM. For more info re Peter Thomas, see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’.

The DHSS and the Welsh Office weren’t the only people helping Dafydd. The police and magistrates did as much as they could to assist him and the paedophiles, rather than their victims.

 

John Croft is an Honorary member of the British Criminological Society and on their website he explains that from approx 1953, he was a member of the forerunner of that Society, the Scientific Group for the Discussion of Delinquency Problems. Croft became a member of the British Criminological Society in approx 1961.

In 2015 Croft wrote a piece for the website of the Centre for Crime and Justice Studies regarding the problems of bridging the gap between research and policy. Croft mentions that when he was Director of the Home Office Research Unit, there was political resistance to acknowledging the bias against ethnic minorities in the criminal justice system. This is true, but at least Croft and others were permitted to voice their concerns regarding this matter. The serious widespread abuse of people in children’s homes, approved schools, borstals, prisons and long stay hospitals was not even acknowledged by people like Croft. Peter Morrison and his mates dropping into Bryn Estyn to have sex with the kids? Never even got a mention. Dafydd preparing young people for the sex industry in his ‘personality disorders unit’ in the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘Include Me Out’)? I don’t remember seeing any references to that, not even in the most radical of publications. I’d never have known myself if I hadn’t have heard all about it from Mary Wynch and if Dafydd hadn’t have been trying to manoeuvre me into that unit himself.

Even films like ‘Scum’ and ‘Scrubbers’ which were considered to be frighteningly frank regarding life in institutions for troubled young people didn’t show staff abusing inmates, they only portrayed volatile, unhappy inmates abusing each other. The 1994 film ‘Sin Bin’ about life in a secure psychiatric hospital was very much more realistic in that it made evident the extreme brutality towards the patients and staff whistleblowers on the part of the Angels, but even ‘Sin Bin’ couldn’t admit that the Top Doctors were facilitating such abuse. Top Docs and clinical psychologists were instead portrayed as naive idiots with no understanding of the realities of dealing with difficult dangerous patients. Sadistic Top Docs shagging the patients themselves? No sign of them.

 

Croft mentioned on the Centre for Crime and Justice Studies website that individual pieces of research rarely led to a direct change in policy, but they can influence the climate of opinion among policy makers as well as practice. Indeed Croft and his colleagues’ main achievement in their endless dishonest research was to convince politicians that places like Bryn Estyn were the proverbial holiday camps for violent terrifying young criminals, rather than repositories for youngsters with multiple vulnerabilities who were being beaten and sexually assaulted by gangs of men who either worked in those institutions or were mates with those who did. Thus the spectacle of Willie Whitelaw wobbling away banging on about short sharp shocks for young thugs when he became Home Secretary. Had Croft et al ever told the truth about what was happening in approved schools and borstals and the sort of young people who were ending up in them, no-one would have been able to claim that hardened teenaged criminals were ‘getting away with it’ in the face of daft pale pink Guardian reading social workers and criminologists.

As Director of the Unit, John Croft inherited about 50 research workers and approx 10 support staff. Before he retired in 1983, Croft was proud that he had managed to get the Unit located in the main Home Office building at Queen Anne’s Gate. So the bent researchers were sitting alongside the bent civil servants and their Ministers then. Croft was obviously following the model of the Welsh Office – all the crooks under the same roof.

The Home Office Research Unit under Croft had a Scottish arm, with a Senior Research Officer based in Edinburgh, P.J. Didcott and also had teams based in Manchester and Edinburgh. At that time, Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson had just left the Maudsley and had established an outpost of his empire at Manchester University (see post ‘The Mentor’). Dr Tony Francis was based at Manchester with Hobson, Ian Brockington et al in the 1970s, before he joined Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Once Francis bid Manchester a fond farewell, Ian Brockington was given a Chair at Birmingham University’s Dept of Psychiatry, alongside Professor Robert Bluglass (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’), Bluglass being Dafydd’s mate and umbrella (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

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It was John Croft’s Unit which was responsible for the launch of the British Crime Survey as well as the 1977 Review of the studies of screen violence and film censorship by Stephen Brody, a Principal Research Officer at the Unit. Brody’s Review was produced when paedophiles’ friend Merlyn Rees was Home Secretary and John Allen in north Wales was busy with his highly profitable side line in child porn starring kids in care.

There’s a few familiar names in Brody’s references, including Stan Cohen, Laurie Taylor and R.D. Hare. Laurie Taylor must have come across branches of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, he is yet another person who, with his CV, could not have missed it (see post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’). Laurie’s mate Prof Dick Hobbs’s specialism is in white collar and organised crime; Dick was a friend of Lord K.O. Morgan’s late wife Jane. Lord Ken was VC of Aberystwyth University, 1989-95 and has spent his career surrounded by paedophiles’ friends, whereas Jane was a criminologist who grew up in Wrexham who’s specialism was the child victims of crime (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Laurie’s son Matthew is Blair’s former adviser.

R.D. Hare is the man responsible for the Hare Psychopathy Checklist, which enabled Dafydd and his ilk to spend twenty minutes failing to establish any rapport with someone whom they had unlawfully imprisoned and then by ticking a few simplistic ridiculous categories hey presto, creating a Dangerous Psychiatric Patient. Get Robert Bluglass on the blower please, a ‘second opinion’ is needed, then it’s off to Broadmoor because this particular witness has made a note of a few of the names of those involved in breaking the law on their journey here in the middle of the night. Hare went into business on a grand scale after he devised that Checklist, he started holding weekend courses for a few hundred quid – he held a few in Wales – allowing a variety of ‘professionals’ ie. social workers, Angels, Top Docs, clin psychs and other sundry paedophiles’ friends to acquire ‘training’ in diagnosing psychopaths. One journalist who got wind that something worrying was going on signed up for one of Hare’s courses and wrote a witty expose of how he was now qualified to give people the psychopath test.

It was good of that journo to expose the con, but he might be surprised to know that a great deal of ‘training’ in the field of mental health is just as farcical. The ‘therapist’ who one sees is very likely to be an Angel who has ‘trained’ in CBT or another ‘talking treatment’ over four weekends. The Mindfulness practitioner may have had just as little ‘training’ and they didn’t need any qualifications to get on the course – life experience is just as important! The only qualification that is required is a few hundred quid, Prof Mark Williams has always been quite strict about that. Oh and they don’t accept nutters either. Hergest patient? No, you’re not coming on the training course, it’s ‘not suitable’ for Hergest patients, as Mark’s colleague Judith Soulsby will confirm (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

I have yet to meet someone who has failed their course in talking treatments or Mindfulness.

Other names which made an appearance in Stephen Brody’s Review were those of Leicester University academics Prof Jim Halloran and Paul Hartmann, who were those responsible for pushing the boat out in an attempt to prevent Brown from completing his PhD (see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’). Halloran and Hartmann worked at Leicester University during the years when numerous people in that institution concealed the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal, which involved Frank Beck and Greville Janner (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

 

The 1974 Home Office Research Unit Report names many people as having conducted research for the Unit, so I’ll just draw attention to a few here. I’ve mentioned that the Eysencks received dosh to carry out work, but two others from the Institute of Psychiatry whose expertise was called upon were Professor T.C.N. Gibbens and Dr J.C. Gunn. Gibbens and Gunn were funded to conduct research on mentally ill people in prison, 1970-75. Top Doctor John Gunn became a very big name in terms of being a friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles and I blogged about him in my post ‘Security, Security’.

Professor Trevor Gibbens was a forensic psychiatrist who died in 1983. Gibbens was the son of a civil servant. Two of his brothers became Top Doctors, but medicine was not Trevor’s first choice as a profession. He was ‘steered’ in that direction by ‘the persuasive powers of Edward Glover and Sir Cyril Burt’ after Gibbens began a degree in history at Emmanuel College, Cambridge. I have not found out why Glover and Burt were so convinced that medicine could not do without Gibbens, but after Glover and Burt twisted Gibbens’s arm, he switched to medicine and subsequently did his clinical training at St Thomas’s Hospital.

Edward Glover was a Top Doctor and psychoanalyst who was close to Welsh psychoanalyst Ernest Jones who knew many of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and in Plaid, include Gwynne the lobotomist (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Glover was co-founder of the Psychopathic Clinic (renamed the Portman Clinic in 1937) and the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency and co-founder of the British Society of Criminology aka the British Criminological Society.

Cyril Burt was the educational psychologist and geneticist who in the 1970s was accused of research fraud regarding his studies of the hereditary nature of intelligence using twins. Burt was suspected of having made up data and even the identities of the researchers who allegedly carried out the research. Burt’s name has been mud for years and he is viewed as being doubly unsavoury because of his involvement with eugenics and the use of his data to support racial theories of intelligence. However having read quite a lot about Burt’s contemporaries, it is clear that Burt was not the only person making up data, if indeed that is what he did (the matter was never resolved) and a belief in the benefits of eugenics was common throughout much of the 20th century among Top Doctors, scientists and many others. I learned about Burt’s alleged research fraud when I was 17 from a Guardian reading biology teacher who thought that Burt should be burnt at the stake, but a more salient question for me now is why was Burt exposed and his reputation ruined when so many others did rather worse? Very few of these people were kind, compassionate old buffers who wanted to Help The Poor; they were usually privileged, autocratic, arrogant, unpleasant people who saw themselves as very much more superior than the plebs upon whom they literally experimented. Their towering reputations are entirely based on the medals and prizes that they awarded each other and the obituaries written by their friends which stressed their genius.

 

At the outbreak of war in 1939 Trevor Gibbens was at the Maudsley, but as soon as it became possible, he was commissioned in the RAMC. Gibbens was posted abroad with the British Expeditionary Force, but was taken prisoner. He was directed to a prisoner of war camp where his job was to look after Russian prisoners. Gibbens and a friend attempted to escape but were caught. Gibbens was kept in solitary confinement for six weeks and was later transferred to a British POW hospital.

The website of the Royal College of Physicians tells us that ‘there can be no doubt that his experiences as a prisoner of war, and as an escapee, had a profound influence on him and were in no small measure responsible…for the deep, and lifelong sympathy he felt for the underdog. It was in fact the notes he kept of his clinical experiences in the POW hospital, where he had to cope as best he could with prison psychoses, that were to serve later as the basis of his MD thesis.’

OK, so Gibbens – who was one of those who held a senior position at the Maudsley when Dafydd ‘trained’ there, was also someone who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and who conducted dodgy research for the corrupt Home Office – was of course fully in sympathy with those on the streets and was such a whizz academically that notes compiled in a POW camp concerning the poor buggers who disintegrated under those conditions later became an MD thesis. I suspect that thesis was not particularly impressive.

After demobilisation, Gibbens was appointed as registrar at Hammersmith Hospital, where he joined the fraudsters who would do anything at all to make a name for themselves and who were given Chairs after making substantial donations to the hospital (see post ‘Interesting Facts’). There were strong links between Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School and Top Docs in north Wales.

In 1946 Gibbens resumed his training at the Maudsley. In 1948 he was awarded a Nuffield travelling fellowship which allowed him to visit forensic institutions and prisons in the USA. On his return, he was appointed senior lecturer in forensic psychiatry at the Institute of Psychiatry located at the Maudsley. In 1967 Gibbens was appointed to the Chair of Forensic Psychiatry at the Institute. He retired in 1978 and was later appointed Emeritus Professor.

Trevor Gibbens’s ‘major research projects’ included surveys of borstal lads, of cruel parents, of the clients of prostitutes and a study of shoplifting. Gibbens’s colleagues were running paedophile and prostitution rings and removing kids from ‘cruel parents’ in order to traffick them into sex work. Furthermore they were fitting up anyone who complained for criminal offences. When I have time I will read Gibbens’s research, I imagine that it will be quite something.

Gibbens just kept on giving. He was a member of the Streatfield Committee in 1958 and a member of the Royal Commission on Penal Reform, 1964-66. In 1967 Gibbens served as President both of the British Academy of Forensic Sciences and of the International Society of Criminology. He was a member of the Parole Board, 1972-75. He acted as adviser to the World Health Organization, the Probation and After-Care Advisory Board and to the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency. Gibbens was Vice-Chairman of the Howard League for Penal Reform from 1975.

In 1950, Gibbens married Pat Mullis by whom he had three children: a daughter who qualified as a Top Doctor and two sons.

Gibbens found ‘comfort and relaxation’ with his family in his home in Dulwich – that’s the posh bit within spitting distance of the Maudsley, it’s not as if Gibbens was going to live in the slummy bit nearer to the hospital where the patients tended to reside. Not that Dulwich was sufficient for Gibbens, he later purchased a cottage in the Dordogne. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which he took kids in care ‘for holidays’. Dafydd held ‘clinics’ in the south of France.

Trevor Gibbens ‘left his mark on British forensic psychiatry, a mark as indelible, indeed, as the mark he made on the minds and hearts of those of us who were privileged to know him and to learn from him’.

Bless!

Well, Dafydd  – have the lambs stopped screaming?’

Da dafydd – a yw’r ŵyn wedi rhoi’r gorau i sgrechian?’

 

Drs Russell and Rebecca Dobash of Stirling University’s Dept of Sociology were listed in the Home Office’s Research Unit’s Report as carrying out research on ‘violence within the family setting’, 1974-75. Russell and Rebecca Dobash are two Americans who became leading researchers in the field of domestic violence, violence against women and men who murder women, particularly in Scotland. They will know that among the mess, false allegations are made about people by welfare professionals, that other people are sometimes pressurised into backing these false allegations up and that children involved in domestic violence are subjected to yet more abuse and violence on the part of the ‘helping professions’. They will also know that in mental health settings, patients are allowed, or even positively encouraged, to form relationships with other patients who have a history of abusive behaviour without being warned about this.

The Strathclyde University Centre for Law, Crime and Justice, listed Professors Russell and Rebecca Dobash as experts specialising in sexual killers, domestic violence, homicide, violence, gender and justice. The Professors Dobash contributed to the Future Learn course ‘Understanding Violence Against Women’ at the University of Strathclyde.

Russell Dobash received his BA and MA from Arizona State University and his PhD from Washington State University. He started his career at the University of Stirling, Scotland and moved to Cardiff University in 1992. Since 1996 he has been Professor of Criminology at the University of Manchester. He is an internationally recognised expert in the area of domestic violence. Rebecca Dobash is Professor of Social Research in Criminology in the School of Law, Manchester University. After completing her PhD at Washington State University, she went to the University of Stirling, then the University of Cardiff and finally to the University of Manchester.

Rebecca and Russell worked at Cardiff University while Dafydd and the gang wreaked havoc in north Wales and their colleagues at Cardiff University colluded with them. Cardiff University also colluded with organised child abuse in south Wales, including the crimes of George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Rebecca and Russell Dobash have won the World Congress of Victimology Award for Original Research and Publications in the area of Domestic Violence; the American Society of Criminology’s Distinguished Book Award for Comparative Research and the American Criminological Association’s August Vollmer Award; and have been visiting scholars at the University of California, Berkeley, University of Arizona, University of Melbourne and University of Sydney.

Russell and Rebecca have held fellowships and/or research grants from the Carnegie Foundation, the Rockefeller Foundation, the Fulbright Foundation, the Harry Frank Guggenheim Foundation, the ESRC, the Home Office, the Scottish Office and other Gov’t departments and served as research and policy advisers in Britain, Canada, USA, Australia and Sweden.

The volume ‘Women, Violence and Social Change’ by Rebecca and Russell Dobash ‘demonstrates how refuges and shelters stand as the core of the battered women’s movement, providing a basis for pragmatic support, political action and radical renewal. From this base movements in Britain and the United States have challenged the police, courts and social services to provide greater assistance to women. The book provides important evidence on the way social movements can successfully challenge institutions of the State as well as salutatory lessons on the nature of diverted and thwarted struggle’.
Perhaps Russell and Rebecca would like to explain why the Women’s Aid movement across the UK has never spoken out about the distressing experiences that women who suffered domestic violence then suffered at the hands of the mental health system or the ways in which their children were abused and neglected if those children entered the care system. It is often these factors which prevent women leaving abusive relationships. The ‘help’ isn’t actually there is it Russell and Rebecca? Women’s Aid has been very good at highlighting the fact that some men are violent within the home but it has never admitted that it is the abuses of welfare professionals which sometimes keeps women in the situations which Women’s Aid has lapped up so much credit in exposing. But then Women’s Aid is dependent upon Gov’t funding and it won’t be too rude about Gov’t ‘services’.
In Wales, the founder of Women’s Aid was Jane Hutt. Hutt ignored the abuse of children and vulnerable people by the state when she led Women’s Aid, she ignored it in her capacity as a Councillor for South Glamorgan County Council and the Vice-Chair of the Social Services Committee and she completely ignored even when she was Minister for Health and Social Services in the Welsh Gov’t.
In Jan 2009, Russell and Rebecca Dobash wrote the obituary of their friend and former student Kate Cavanagh for ‘The Guardian’, who ‘spent her life trying to understand extreme forms of violence in order to work towards their prevention’. In 1971 Kate enrolled at the University of Stirling, where the Dobashes were lecturers in sociology, newly arrived from the US. Kate stayed on after graduation as a research assistant to help the Dobashes with their studies of ‘battered wives’. After a one-year pilot focusing on recently opened refuges in Edinburgh and Glasgow, which became a part of the newly formed Scottish Women’s Aid, the team were granted further funding. The research collaborations and friendship lasted more than three decades. The Stirling team conducted more than 100 interviews with abused women and examined more than 12,000 police records.

In 1978, Kate joined Leicestershire County Council as an unqualified social worker and over the next eight years obtained a Master’s degree, in social work, from the University of Warwick and a Certificate of Qualification in Social Work. She was also appointed guardian ad litem (in litigation) for Derbyshire, helped establish a voluntary hostel for women with housing needs and became the authority’s first research social worker.

So Kate, a member of the crack team on violence and abuse, worked as a social worker for Leicestershire County Council which was colluding with one of the biggest paedophile rings in the UK at the time. Kate then moved on to work for Derbyshire County Council, which hosted the paedophile ring who not only supplied abusive staff to children’s homes in north Wales, but who’s Director of Social Services was John Jillings, who later led the Jillings Investigation into abuse in Clwyd children’s homes. The Jillings Report was damning, but Jillings pointedly refused to state whether he found evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales with links to VIPs and/or paedophiles in other parts of the UK (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Perhaps to men in Leicestershire called Frank Beck and Greville Janner or to a gang of molesters in Derbyshire.

Kate knew nuzzing.

Kate and her partner moved to Edinburgh in 1986 and later joined her old mates at the University of Stirling as a part-time lecturer in social work. Kate also worked with the Dobashes once more, which led to the book ‘Changing Violent Men’ (2000). Kate also completed her PhD with the Dobashes at Stirling in 1998, although in 1993, she joined the University of Glasgow, where she remained for 15 years, first as a lecturer and then as a senior lecturer in social work, before returning to Stirling in 2004 as a senior lecturer in social work.

While Kate was at Glasgow, with the Dobashes, she undertook a study of the murders of children by examination of more than 800 cases of men and women convicted of murder, as well as 200 in-depth interviews with men and women serving life in prison. The resulting publications included ‘Men Who Murder Children Inside and Outside the Family’ (2005), in the ‘British Journal of Social Work’, and ‘The Murder of Children By Fathers in the Context of Child Abuse’ (2007), in ‘Child Abuse and Neglect’. Kate’s ‘efforts to raise public awareness, change public policy and practice and introduce innovations for abused women and their children and for victims of rape, were tireless.’ Although Kate couldn’t quite bring herself to admit the complicity of welfare professionals with these crimes, because let’s face it, ‘Two Ovaries Good, Two Testicles Bad’ sounds good, is nice and simplistic and no-one dares quibble with a Strong Woman who’s Speaking Out About Male Violence. They’re certainly not going to dare mention that sometimes it is the female partner who is violent or of course that domestic violence occurs in some same sex relationships.

 

The Home Office Research Unit funded Professor R. Illsley at the University of Aberdeen’s Dept of Sociology to carry out research into ‘juvenile delinquency and the social control network’, 1972-75. This study investigated the role of social workers with young people in trouble with the law. Raymond Illsley arrived at Aberdeen University in 1951 and was the first Director of the MRC Medical Socioogy Unit there. There is another Prof Raymond Illsley who has recently worked at the University of Bath in the field of health inequalities but the Aberdeen Raymond Illsley was born in 1919, so they cannot be the same person. They might be father and son though…

Raymond Illsley of the Aberdeen MRC Medical Sociology Unit seems to have worked with some real butchers, even by the standards of Top Docs in the 1950s. Illsley was part of Sir Dugald Baird’s Obstetrics and Gynaecology empire, which pursued what was euphemistically described as ‘social reproductive health research’. Sir Dugald gathered together a team which included Top Doctors, midwives, a lady almoner (what would now be called a social worker), a psychologist, a physiologist, a statistician, a dietitian and a nutritionist. Then sociologist Illsley joined the crew. This team was involved in a number of strands of work, but what Sir Dugald was really proud of was their pioneering work in ‘NHS abortions for socio-economic reasons’. This was in the 1950s. Abortion for ‘socio-economic reasons’ was illegal, although no-one stopped Dugald. Neither does Dugald mention the views of his patients when he performed abortions on them for socio-economic reasons. Dugald boasted that he was leading the way, as he performed abortions upon low income patients and sterilised those who already had children. For socio-economic reasons.

Baird ‘saw Aberdeen as a unique opportunity in which to conduct research to establish the factors that contribute to efficient childbearing and the influence of social conditions’. The ‘population was of an appropriate size and a settled nature, which would permit follow up of women and their families and there was a centralised medical service. The relative isolation
of the northeast of Scotland, with the City of Aberdeen as the major administrative centre for a large rural hinterland, facilitated the epidemiological study of a total population.’

I think it was a Dafydd situation – a madman turned loose in a large rural area among a lot of desperate people who had no money. Dugald was so busy performing abortions for socio-economic reasons that word got round that abortion was rife in Aberdeen, indeed many believed that the situation was one of abortion on demand. Of course this wasn’t true, as Dugald and his supporters stressed. After all, it was only poor women who’s babies were aborted and who were being sterilised because they were breeding like rabbits. Lest anyone is in danger of believing that old Dugald was concerned for an over populated planet, a quick perusal of Dugald’s writings confirms that Dugald didn’t have a problem with moneyed women having big families, because that was Different.

Sir Dugald was a Wimmin’s Champ before his time. He was a strong supporter of abortion law reform, he was keen on cervical screening and on promoting ‘family planning’. A lot of people have thought me rather odd when I have shown such cynicism towards the causes which were so close to Dugald’s heart – I have been asked if I am a Roman Catholic or if I am ‘religious’. No, I have just met people like Dugald. The causes pursued by Dugald can, in the right circumstances, be used to help people. But not when Dugald and those like him have their hands on the controls. The worst case scenario is girls in their early teens being prescribed the contraceptive pill to ensure that the men sexually abusing them will not have the bother of a pregnancy, slightly older girls being sterilised without informed consent for the same reason and women being invited for cervical screening appointments by groping Top Doctors who know damn well that there are not enough staff in the labs to read the samples and where so many false positives and negatives are flying around that the screening programme is meaningless. Where have I seen this? North Wales of course, I was well aware of what was going on. So I was interested to receive an e mail from someone a few weeks ago who had witnessed contraceptive pills being prescribed for girls in their early teens who were in the care of Gwynedd Social Services in the 1980s. Girls who were not showing any interest in acquiring a boyfriend as well.

I had come across Sir Dugald Baird before I researched Raymond Illsley. When I was researching Dr Ann Dally, the Top Doc who ended up in such trouble for flogging prescriptions to addicts, I read Dally’s own account of her career. She detailed at some length the numerous illegal abortions that she and her colleagues at Tommy’s performed and made reference to their role model in Aberdeen, Dugald Baird (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

Baird’s team collaborated with the London-based Social Medicine Research Unit (SMRU) under the directorship of Professor Jerry Morris. Jerry Morris and Richard Titmuss were involved in the initial planning and the research started in 1948.

Jerry Morris was a Scottish epidemiologist who was a lifelong member of the Labour Party until he resigned in old age over the Gulf War. Jerry Morris worked with Brian Abel-Smith, the elitist gay LSE economist who was an NHS adviser to successive Labour Ministers. Abel-Smith was one of those who loved the NHS so much on the grounds of his socialist principles that he remained silent about the poorest members of society whom Abel-Smith knew were being abused, neglected and were dying at the hands of the NHS. But Abel-Smith had his boyfriends, his celebrity friends, his range of Italian gentleman’s clothes which he flogged to pop stars and the reputation of the NHS and the Labour Party to think of, he could not be distracted by trifles such as organised abuse and trafficking. For more info on Abel-Smith, see post ‘The Old Devils’.

Richard Titmuss was the founder of the discipline of Social Administration (now known as Social Policy) and held the founding Chair in the subject at the LSE. Titmuss’s work in the 1950s helped shape the characteristics of Britain’s post-war welfare state. At the LSE Titmuss trained social workers – some of his students are among those we know and love. Titmuss advised Gov’t regarding matters health and social services. He robustly promoted public provision over private and was directly involved in social policy eg. he was Vice-Chairman of the Gov’ts Supplementary Benefits Commission. Titmuss was one of those who did design a welfare state, but much of what they built in to it was profoundly degrading and demeaning for those who were supposed to benefit. I found a short book written by Abel-Smith the other day which details many aspects of welfare provision that exemplifies this. Brian Abel-Smith and Richard Titmuss weren’t on the receiving end of their system.

Titmuss’s wife Kay was a social worker, which says it all really. Their daughter is the feminist sociologist Ann Oakley, who is Professor and Founder-Director of the Social Science Research Unit at the Institute of Education, University of London. Oakley went to Haberdasher Aske’s School for Girls, did her first degree at Somerville College, Oxford and her PhD at Bedford College, London.

 

In 1955, the Aberdeen offshoot of the SMRU (Social Medicine Research Unit) developed into an autonomous unit: ‘…the Medical Research Council created for Dugald Baird the Obstetric Medicine Research Unit. Together with the University and the Health Board, they built a new research floor on the top of the [Aberdeen] Maternity Hospital’. The nutritional and physiological parts of the Obstetric Medicine Research Unit was relocated to Newcastle when Sir Dugald retired in 1965.

Newcastle-upon-Tyne University housed many paedophiles’ friends, some of whom arrived in north Wales to join Dafydd and the gang, such as Dr Neil Davies and Prof Bob Woods (see post ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’). Others such as Lord John Walton provided the most enormous umbrella for Dafydd et al from their stronghold in Newcastle (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

If one tried to escape Dugald, one had his wife Lady May to contend with. May, like Dugald, read medicine at Glasgow University. Prominent in her
own right, in 1937 Lady May became a town councillor in Aberdeen for the Labour Party and in 1947 she was appointed as the first Chair of the North Eastern Regional Hospital Board, with which she served until 1960, where she ‘supported’ Dugald’s work. She was also a National Governor of the BBC in Scotland for 4 years. Lady May Baird died in 1983 and Sir Dugald in 1986.

Feature Lady May on ‘Woman’s Hour’, she broke a glass ceiling!

When Raymond Illsley retired in 1984, the MRC Medical Sociology Unit moved to Glasgow, with Sally Macintyre as its new Director.

 

Professor Dame Sally Macintyre read social theory and administration at the University of Durham, graduating in 1970. She then did an MSc in Sociology as Applied to Medicine at Bedford College, London and undertook a part-time PhD while working as a research fellow at Aberdeen University, on the topic of decision-making processes following premarital conception, the degree being awarded in 1976.

From 1975 Macintyre was employed at the MRC Medical Sociology Unit in Aberdeen. She was appointed Director of the Unit in 1983 and moved it to the University of Glasgow in 1984. In 1998 she took on the Directorship of the Chief Scientist Office funded Public Health Research Unit, which merged with the MRC Medical Sociology Unit to become the MRC/CSO Social and Public Health Sciences Unit. Dame Sally retired from the Directorship in 2013 and was succeeded by Professor Laurence Moore. From 2011-14, Macintyre was also Director of the Research Institute for Health and Wellbeing and Prof of Social and Public Health Science at the University of Glasgow.

Sally Macintyre is an advocate for robust approaches and methods for evaluating public health policies and interventions and in doing so has contributed to guidelines for the evaluation of public health policies. So that is why so many interventions and policies have been endorsed and implemented which do not work and sometimes have had disastrous consequences for patients.

Dame Sally is a member of the Human Tissue Authority as well as the Ethics and Governance Council of UK Biobank and has recently completed an eight year term as a member of the MRC. In Feb 2017, Sally was appointed as the first Chair of the Governing Board of the Nuffield Council of Bioethics.

Sally Macintyre is married to Dr Guy Paul Muhlemann, a zoologist who later moved into computing systems management. They live in Glasgow and have an apartment in Chamonix, France. I do hope that place in Chamonix has been robustly evaluated. Now shut up and eat your five a day while Dame Sally gets on with the apres ski.

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One of Raymond Illsley’s team at the Medical Sociology Research Unit in Aberdeen was Janet Askham. Askham graduated from the LSE in 1960 and in 1963 began working for Mark Abrams, the market researcher and social surveyor, at Research Services Ltd. Askham’s early work was on families, relationships, fertility and marriage, her later work being on ageing and patients’ relationships with health professionals. In 1975, Askham published the ‘ground-breaking’ ‘Fertility and Reproduction’ a study of differential fertility among working class families in Aberdeen. Presumably the families who had the highest fertility rates were those who steered well clear of Dugald Baird and Lady May.

In 1980 Janet married the political commentator Byron Criddle.

In retirement Mark Abrams founded the Age Concern Research Unit, where Askham joined him in 1983. In 1986, Askham and Jonathan Barker subsumed the Unit into the new Institute of Gerontology at King’s College, London. 1998, Askham became the Professor of Social Gerontology and Director of the Age Concern Institute of Gerontology at King’s, launching and managing the Masters course. In 2004, Askham relocated to Oxford when she was appointed as the Director of the Picker Institute, where she remained until 2008. Janet led the external team on research on ageing and old age at the DoH and advised on the training and postgrad education of Top Doctors. She was Deputy Chair to the Advisory Committee on Older and Disabled People at Ofcom.

 

A member of Illsley’s wider academic network was Prof Margot Jeffreys, who, we are told in her 1999 obituary in The Indie, was ‘one of the founders of medical sociology’. Jeffreys discussed matters of social class and health with Illsley in the 1950s when she researched health and social services in Buckinghamshire. At one MRC funded meeting in 1956, one sociologist observed that medicine was looking to sociology for a ‘docile wife’ and that sociology would not play ball. Unfortunately people like Margot and Raymond Illsley did. We are told that Margot avoided the ‘doctor bashing label’ that ‘some sociologists’ earned. Indeed Margot was so successful at this, that many believed that Margot served as a ‘doctors moll’. Not that there was a word of truth in such an accusation, just as Dugald Baird didn’t carry out illegal abortions on women who were not as affluent as he and his friends. And when they say no they mean yes.

Margot joined the Communist Part of Great Britain in the 1930s, but left in 1956, with the Soviet invasion of Hungary. She graduated from the LSE in 1938 and her first academic appointment was at Bedford College at the University of London in 1949, researching ‘Mobility in the Labour Market’ (1954). Margot lectured in the Dept of Public Health at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, 1953-65, where she taught sociology to Top Doctors. Between 1965-82, Margot worked at Bedford College once more, where she eventually became Director of Social Research.

Bertrand Russell’s son Lord Conrad Russell was an historian who spent much of his career at Bedford College. Bertrand Russell spent his later years living in north Wales, knew about Dafydd and the gang and made use of their services (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Margot might have also known some of the members of the Communist Party of Great Britain who rented their second homes in Cwm Croesor in north Wales off Russell’s friend Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who also all knew about Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Village’).

Following the Todd Report, 1968, (Royal Commission on Medical Education), Jeffreys was invited to develop medical sociology in the London medical schools and she taught the Masters in Medical Sociology from 1969. She later acted as a consultant to the WHO and helped launch an international research programme. Margot worked with GPs and Chaired the 1970 BMA Working Group on Primary Health Care. The DHSS funded her team on primary health care and in 1983 the volume ‘Rethinking General Practice: dilemmas in primary medical care’ was published, which she co-authored with Hessie Sachs. Sachs also published about team work in inner cities between health visitors and social workers. Hessie will have known that the children of poor and dispossessed people were being abused, trafficked into sex work and that many were being sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Margot will have known as well.

After Margot retired in 1982, she continued research into ageing and was appointed visiting Professor at the King’s College Centre for Medicine, Law and Ethics. In Nov 1988, the Royal College of General Practitioners gave Jeffreys an honorary fellowship, while the people trafficking GP from north Wales Dr D.G.E. Wood held senior positions with the Royal College.

Margot may have done the bidding of a bunch of Top Doctors who were doing many disgusting things including illegally aborting babies and sterilising people because they had less money than the Top Doctors did, but Margot did of course have many wonderful qualities. Her obituary explained that her ‘deep belief in equality, liberty and justice guided her life’ and that she was ‘strong, independently minded, generous and loving’. I was greatly relieved to read that although Margot was ‘not a Women’s Liberation kind of feminist, she was particularly helpful to women, conscious of the disadvantages and difficulties we faced’. Thank God for that, we wouldn’t want one of them Women’s Libbers burning her bra when Dugald had his hands full with the unlawful abortions and Wood needed to get on with the business of people trafficking. Presumably Margot showed her feminism to her disadvantaged female colleagues by sympathising over the bother of having to wear one’s girdle when the dratted things are just so uncomfortable.

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The Home Office Research Unit Report informs us that Dr Roger Hood of the Penal Research Unit at Oxford University investigated ‘the definition and explanation of crime’, 1971-76. Roger Hood retired in 2003 and is now Emeritus Professor of Criminology and Emeritus Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford.

Hood did his first degree at the LSE, graduating in 1957, then completed his PhD at Downing College, Cambridge in 1963. He held research posts at the LSE, 1957-63 and was then appointed as lecturer in social administration at Durham University. Hood was Assistant Director of Research and Director of Post-Graduate Studies at the Institute of Criminology, Cambridge, 1967-1973 and Fellow of Clare Hall, Cambridge, 1969-1973. He was Reader in Criminology and Director of the Centre for Criminological
Research (formerly the Penal Research Unit, now the Centre for Criminology), University of Oxford, 1973-2003. From 1996-03, Hood was Professor of Criminology and he was Professorial Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, 1973-2003; Sub-Warden, 1994-96. He has been a Fellow of the British Academy since 1992.

In addition, Roger Hood has been: Member, Parole Board for England and Wales, 1972-73; Member, Judicial Studies Board for England and Wales, 1979-85; Member Social Science Research Council, Committee on Social Sciences and the Law, 1975-79; Member, Departmental Committee to Review the Parole System, 1987-88; Consultant to the UN on the death penalty, 1988- 2005; President of the British Society of Criminology, 1987-89; Member of the British Foreign Secretary’s Death Penalty Panel, 1999 until disbanded in 2015 and took part in the UK/China Human Rights Dialogues and the UE/China Human Rights Seminars; Consultant to the Great Britain-China Centre Project on ‘Taking Forward the Debate on the Death Penalty in China’ (in collaboration with Beijing Normal University, Centre for Human Rights, NUI Galway and the Max Planck Institute for Foreign and International Criminal Law, Freiburg-im-Breisgau) 2007-09;
Visiting Professor at the University of Virginia Law School, 1980-82, 1984-90 and from 2004-2011; Distinguished Visiting Professor at the University of Hong Kong, 2003-2004; Adjunct (Visiting) Professor, City University of Hong Kong School of Law, 2008-2011;  Guest Professor, College of Criminal Law Science of Beijing Normal University 2007-2012 and Guest Professor, Wuhan University 2008-2011; Consultant to the Death Penalty Project (London) since 2004; Consultant to the Taiwan Alliance to End the Death Penalty (TAEDP); Consultant to the Attorney General of Malaysia’s Committee to Study and Report on the Death Penalty in Malaysia 2014-16;
Member of Scientific Committee formed to advise on the programme for the
World Congress against the Death Penalty, held in Oslo, June 2016; Consultant to the National University of Singapore for a survey of public opinion on the mandatory death penalty, 2016-17.

Since retirement, Prof Hood has given lectures on the death penalty in China, Germany, Hong Kong, India, Japan, Malaysia, Pakistan, USA, Singapore, Slovenia, Spain, Taiwan, Trinidad, Uganda and Vietnam.

Roger Hood became well known as a specialist on the death penalty but in the mid 1960s he carried out work into the lives of borstal boys. Hood will have known about the brutality inflicted upon them and the miscarriages of justice.

Roger soon dispensed with researching the lives of borstal boys, he had his trajectory towards All Souls to think about:

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There is a piece on the internet in response to the question ‘What are formal dinners like at All Souls?’ and the response includes the line ‘Drinks are always excellent, especially reds, from the College’s own cellar and there is a fair amount of drinking (perhaps more than at a regular Formal hall) owing to the advanced age and strong liver of most Fellows’.

 

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Roger’s not really going to be concerning himself too much with the horrors that prevailed within Bryn Estyn is he. Not when there are reds to drink and such fascinating people at High Table.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report lists Professor H.K. Bevan of the Dept of Law at Hull University as investigating ‘the interpretation by the Courts of the Children and Young Persons Act 1969’, between 1972 and 1974. H.K. Bevan graduated in law from Aberystwyth University in 1949, so he was a contemporary of all those crooked old lawyers who loyally protected Dafydd and the gang for decades. Bevan’s career as an academic lawyer began in Hull in 1950. He subsequently played a critical role in the emergence and development of the Law School at Hull, where he held a Chair for over 20 years. Bevan was called to the Bar at Middle Temple in 1959. He was a JP in Hull for many years and was Chairman of Hull Magistrates Bench, 1967-71. After he retired from Hull, Bevan was awarded an honorary fellowship at Wolfson College, Cambridge.

Hull and the wider Yorkshire region was the location of a paedophile gang and associated police corruption, much of which involved Jimmy Savile, with links to north Wales.

 

Professor Howard Jones of University College Cardiff is listed in the Home Office Research Unit Report as conducting an evaluation of Long Lartin, a maximum security prison, 1973-76 and as also evaluating a Community Training Centre in Gloucester, 1973-74. Howard Jones was Head of the Department of Social Administration at University College, Cardiff, 1969-84. Jones became Professor Emeritus on his retirement.

Howard left school at 14, worked for a glass firm and in local government before joining the YMCA as Deputy Warden to supervise the training of boys in farm work. In tandem with ten years in youth work, casework and residential social work, Jones completed a London degree as an external candidate part-time and went on to take a Diploma in Public Administration and to qualify as a psychiatric social worker, training at the Tavistock, a ‘leading edge place for psychoanalysis and group work’. Howard Jones also did a PhD under Hermann Mannheim at the LSE. Howard’s ‘sense of commitment’ and of ‘doing it my way’ ‘carried with him till the end of his days’.

Not only was the Tavi a hub of paedophiles’ friends, but all psychiatric social workers at that time were complicit with the most enormous Dafydd-like abuses, including the denouncing of people who had been targeted by organised child abusers as mad.

 

Hermann Mannheim, Howard Jones’s PhD supervisor and the father of British criminology, knew a great deal about white collar criminals and in his 1965 volume ‘Comparative Criminology’ he summarised them thus:

The white collar criminal is neither a political offender nor a rebel. He exploits the weaknesses of society rather than rebelling against its iniquities and his interest in the reform of the legal, political and social system is normally confined to changes which might enable him to make more and more money and to get more and more influence in order to exert increasing pressure to obtain his selfish objects.

Hermann Mannheim worked at the LSE from 1935 and in 1946 he was appointed a Professor. Mannheim was sent, at the age of nine, to Tilsit, in East Prussia where he attended the classical Gymnasium for nine years. He then studied law and political science at the Universities of Munich, Freiburg, Strasbourg, and Koenigsberg. Mannheim qualified as a lawyer, barrister and magistrate and served in the German artillery in Russia and in France during WWI. He held an administrative post in local gov’t, 1919-23, serving as legal adviser and as Chairman of industrial courts, industrial disputes tribunals, rent tribunals etc. Mannheim was appointed Privatdozent (roughly equivalent to that of lecturer) in the Law Faculty of the University of Berlin and at the same time became a deputy magistrate in Berlin.

Mannheim was soon appointed a judge, first in the lower courts, then in the superior court – the district court of Berlin – where he presided over a large number of difficult criminal trials in what was the busiest criminal court in Germany. In 1929 Mannheim was made a Professor Extraordinarius at the University and three years later was promoted to be a judge of the Kammergericht in Berlin, the highest court in Prussia.

When Hitler came into power, Mannheim was deprived of his academic post and realising that there could be no future for him as a judge under the Nazis, he retired from the bench.

In Jan 1934 Mannheim emigrated to London. At that time in England, criminology was not a recognised subject in universities and the scientific study of crime and the criminal was in its infancy.

The ideas of the English social reformers, the work of the Probation Service and expedients in the after-care of prisoners appealed to Mannheim and he had made contact with men such as Dr J. J. Mallon, Sir Basil Henriques and Mr H. E. Norman, the then Secretary of the National Association of Probation Officers, as well as with the Institute for the Scientific Study and Treatment of Delinquency in London, which was founded shortly before his arrival.

In 1935 Mannheim was appointed an honorary part-time lecturer in criminology at the LSE. In 1944 he was appointed to a full-time lectureship, and in the same year published the study, Young Offenders, undertaken on behalf of the Home Office and in association with Sir Alexander Carr Saunders, the then Director of the School and Dr E. C. Rhodes.

In 1946 Mannheim was made a Reader in Criminology in the University of London, a position he was to retain until his retirement in 1955. His link with the LSE was preserved through two years of part-time teaching and subsequently through his honorary Directorate of the Criminology Research Unit.

Out of a selected list of some 30 postgrad students supervised by Mannheim in the years between the end of WWII and his retirement from the School and with whom he had remained in contact, nearly half of that number held university appointments, six were directly connected with law and its practice, another six hold senior positions in the administration of social or penal services, while the remainder were engaged actively in social work. In addition, Mannheim also had a long association with the training of probation officers, at the LSE, at the training centre at Rainer House and at the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency.

It is clear from the Waterhouse Report that not only was the Probation Service as a whole fully complicit with the serious abuse of children in north Wales over many years, but that probation officers were among those abusing children. I described in my post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ how, contrary to the stereotypes held by many English migrants to north Wales, those staffing and managing Gwynedd County Council and the Social Services during those years when the paedophile gang operated within were not all unqualified people or people who had simply picked up a certificate from Cartrefle College in Wrexham. The more senior people had postgrad qualifications, some of them had studied at elite universities and there were a number of LSE graduates among them. If one looks at the CVs of others who colluded with the child abuse scandals of the 1970s, 80s and 90s, one finds more LSE graduates. One of the north Wales academics who wrote an entirely untruthful sanitised account of the history of psychiatry in north Wales is an LSE graduate. As of course are dear old Jane Hutt and Margaret Hodge. When one takes into account the people who probably knew about north Wales because their close friends definitely did, one finds LSE graduates and staff crawling out of every corner. Such as Ralph Miliband (see post ‘What’s Left? The Politics Of Social Justice’).

Cherie Booth was a student at the LSE in the mid 1970s. Being a Strong Woman, Cherie has in the past discussed matters such as ‘juggling’ (I expect that Cherie multi-tasks as well) and Cherie is of course one half of a Power Couple. What’s the betting that Cherie also enjoys Networking?

Eric Hobsbawm’s daughter Julia is a Professor of Networking at the LSE. Or at least she was, she seems to have moved onto new pastures now, at the Cass Business School and the University of Suffolk. Always ahead of the game, Julia has now moved on from being an expert in networking and is currently an expert on connectedness. Julia founded Julia Hobsbawm Associates in 1992, subsequently Hobsbawm Macaulay Communications. Julia’s business partner was Sarah Macaulay, who later became Sarah Brown when she married Gordon Brown.

I used to wonder how Eric Hobsbawm managed to have such a dipstick of daughter, until I came across information that suggested that Eric Hobsbawm was probably working for MI5. Is there something that Julia is not telling us as she runs around disguised as a fuckwit rubbing noses with some of the most vacuous people on the planet?

Eric Hobsbawm was one of those with a second home at Cwm Croesor who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The Village’). Julia spent much of her youth in Croesor. She didn’t really blend in up there.

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Croesor village, Gwynedd, Wales Stock Photo

Not of course because one cannot wear a scarf surplus to requirements and pretentious glasses in a village in Snowdonia, but because Croesor is mercifully free of people who are multi-tasking, networking, juggling or indeed who are connected.

 

Harmann Mannheim was associated with the Howard League for Penal Reform for over 25 years. He sat on the Executive Committee from 1940 and became a  Vice-President. Mannheim was a Director and a member of the Council and Executive Committee of the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency. He was also instrumental in founding the Scientific Group for the Discussion of Delinquency Problems (now the British Society of Criminology), was Chairman from 1956-58 and subsequently a Vice-President.

In 1950, along with Dr Edward Glover and Dr Emanuel Miller, Mannheim founded the British Journal of Delinquency (since 1960 called the British Journal of Criminology) and in 1960 the Library of Criminology (now International Library of Criminology.)

Dr Emanuel Miller was one of the first child psychiatrists and was the father of Jonathan Miller, the self-styled polymath who’s talents were called upon to distract attention from Dafydd and the gang when the police investigations began in north Wales.

Mannheim was visiting Professor at the Universities of Oregon and Pennsylvania in 1953 and after WWII lectured in Holland, Norway, Western Germany, USA and Canada. From 1950-55 he was a member of the Council of the International Society of Criminology and for some years was President of the Scientific Commission of that body. For several years Mannheim was a member of the Colonial Secretary’s Advisory Committee on the Treatment of Offenders. He was repeatedly invited to undertake research for the Home Office.

Mannheim’s most famous work included the wartime study of juvenile delinquency and in 1955, jointly with Leslie. T. Wilkins, the first large-scale prediction study carried out in the UK.  In his capacity as Director of Criminological Research of the LSE, Mannheim directed and supervised two investigations on the sentencing policy of the magistrates’ courts and the psychology of the short-term prisoner respectively, carried out on behalf of the Home Office and the Nuffield Foundation.

Mannheim and Leslie T. Wilkins 1955 work ‘Prediction Methods in Borstal Training’ is noted in the Home Office Research Unit Report, as is Leslie Wilkins’ 1960 work, ‘Delinquent Generation’.

Mannheim must have known about the routine neglect and abuse of vulnerable people by welfare professionals, he had fingers in every professional pie, including psychiatry and worked with and taught some of those directly involved with abuse of their patients and clients.

 

Mannheim’s PhD student Howard Jones began academic life as a lecturer in social studies and then a senior lecturer in sociology at Leicester 1953-65, before moving to a Readership at Keele 1965-69, where he began as the only member of staff in a new department and started criminology there.

Howard Jones worked in one of the Depts of Leicester University where staff were concealing the paedophile ring which was established in the area decades ago and he then moved to Keele, which became notorious for employing people embarrassingly close to child abuse scandals. Keele hit the jackpot when it employed Peter Righton, the social work academic who’s work justified sexual relationships between adults and children, which was certainly convenient for Peter Righton because he was a paedophile who was later convicted of child sex offences. Peter Righton was a Gov’t adviser and worked with Barbara Kahan when she was a Gov’t adviser.

After study leave at Berkeley, Howard Jones in 1969 moved to Cardiff as Professor to head the then Department of Social Administration and School of Social Work. He retired in 1984, before the merger of University College Cardiff with UWIST.

Along with many other people in what became Cardiff University, Howard Jones will have known about the abuse of children in care in south Wales, the scale of which became evident after Howard Jones retired. He’ll also have known about the offences of George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) and he probably knew about Ron Davies’s foibles as well (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Howard Jones will have known about Dafydd; most of Cardiff University were protecting Dafydd and Dafydd’s colleague Tony Francis trained and worked in Cardiff.

Jones’s obituary noted that ‘in an age when publishing did not receive the obsessional focus it does today, he was an avid communicator’. His books included Reluctant Rebels (Tavistock, 1961); Crime and the Penal System(University Tutorial Press, 1962); Alcoholic Addiction: a Psycho-Social Approach to Abnormal Drinking (Tavistock, 1963), Crime in a Changing Society (Penguin, 1965); Towards a New Social Work (Routledge, 1975); Open Prisons (Routledge, 1977); The Residential Community (Routledge, 1979); Society against Crime: Penal Practice in Modern Britain(Penguin, 1981); Crime, Race and Culture (Wiley, 1981); and Social Welfare in Third World Development (Macmillan, 1990).

The leading light in the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal Frank Beck was well thought off by his colleagues. He was so committed to those kids, Frank generated new theories, devised new therapies and was always keen to share his expertise. As was Peter Righton. When brave souls did raise questions about Beck and Righton they were met with a wall of ‘how very dare you?’ Because Beck and Righton were experts. As people kept telling me that Dafydd was. It was patently obvious that Dafydd was an insane old man who didn’t know his arse from his elbow, just as it was obvious that the kids in Frank Beck’s care were terrified of him and that there was nothing ‘therapeutic’ about making boys on the verge of adolescence wear nappies, but it’s incredible what one can get away with if one is a Top Doc or a senior social worker. And it’s a real laugh because if anyone does say ‘bloody hell, look what he’s doing to those kids’, all you have to do is to tell everyone that they are a paedophile or a dangerous mental patient and they will soon find themselves unemployed and a pariah.

Howard Jones also made a significant contribution to probation and social work research and practice. He once told the story of a public talk he gave while he was at Leicester – where else? – which included a spoof on how the rabid ‘hang-em-and-flog-em’ brigade would deal with criminals. A reporter walked in during this sequence, having missed the contextual prefatory remarks, and he quoted this purple passage verbatim in the local press. A furious Howard – ‘and he could be a match for Sir Alex Ferguson’s ‘hairdryer technique’ when roused’ – phoned the editor to complain, but the editor refused to issue a retraction or apology, since Howard had indeed uttered the quoted words.  Howard ‘ruefully remembered the damage this press report did to his reputation with local practitioners’.

I’m tempted to suggest that Howard Jones got off lightly if people merely mistook him for the sort of Sir Herbert Gussett who writes letters to the Torygraph from the family seat at Barking-in-the-Marshes, I think that Howard might have been rather more dangerous than that.

Howard ‘had the good fortune not be cluttered by the range of literature available today’ – thank goodness that Howard didn’t have to bother with that, he just churned out his own literature – and ‘he had a direct style and an ability to think and dictate/write in whole paragraphs or chapters’. His first book, Reluctant Rebels, arose out of his work with ‘maladjusted children’ (a term he used without the inverted commas) and addressed the extent to which group therapy could provide them with a sense of security and some insight into their problems. He stressed the importance of treating kids as individuals rather than labelling them as ‘yobs’… The regimes in the school he studied had some positive results, which were dispassionately reviewed in his book, but the school was closed down by the Ministry of Education because its results were not unambiguous enough to fit its evaluation metrics. The date – not 2008, but 1961’.

So that school with the positive results which Howard reviewed dispassionately must have been in a very parlous state indeed, schools didn’t tend to get closed in 1961. What could have been happening there?

Howard’s book ‘Society Against Crime’ was an edited collection of articles by Cardiff criminology and social work staff, aimed at increasing the profile of Howard’s department. I’m familiar with that technique, it doesn’t always lead to high quality outputs.

Howard may not have been supping the reds at High Table in All Souls along with Roger Hood, but he certainly enjoyed himself. As well as sabbaticals with his family visiting adventurous spots such as Papua New Guinea, he ‘played an influential role in developing probation and alternatives to prisons’ in the Caribbean, especially Barbados, Guyana and, to a lesser extent, Jamaica.  A five year project funded by what is now DFID brought some Guyanese to Cardiff to carry out their PhDs and sent to a member of the Howard’s contingent to Guyana.

How the hell did Howard, a state bureaucrat from Cardiff, wangle a sabbatical – with his family – to Papua New Guinea?? Do they have social work teams and therapists in Papua New Guinea?

Papua New Guinea, as visited by Julia Hobsbawm:

Croesor village, Gwynedd, Wales Stock Photo

 

Howard’s last book before retirement, Crime, Race and Culture, explored differences in crime rates between Guyanese of Indian and African origin and tried to account for them in cultural and employment terms. Howard would have known all about that having worked among the paedophiles of Leicester and then the accessories to George Thomas and Ron Davies in Cardiff University.

Howard was kept busy with building up and then managing a ‘quite fractious department of overwhelmingly junior staff’ – could that have been because Howard ensured that no-one ever received promotion? – the majority being social work/probation lecturers; the next largest group being social policy (who distanced themselves from both him and criminology); plus two criminologists other than him.   Most of the social work staff saw themselves primarily as ‘trainers of professionals’. Professionals who would go out and join the world of abusers or find themselves ruthlessly frozen out.

Howard Jones ‘was intellectually and personally sharp in debate’ during the ‘sometimes vitriolic staff meetings and treated some staff like the (far from) ‘reluctant rebels’ of his first book’.  Howard also had to ‘manage some cohorts of social work students who were keen to hone their skills in the culture of complaint’.

Howard’s dept sounds a nightmare. Everyone at war, the students horrified at what they were seeing and probably trying to blow the whistle on abuse of clients as well, only to be dismissed by Howard as vexatious complainants. No wonder Howard Jones did so well for himself in the world of the person-centred professions who care.

Howard ‘was fearless and could be quite outspoken in private and public settings (including with the Home Office), and – though bull-like in his determination to achieve those objectives he thought right – had no temperament for the sustained delicate interdepartmental and governmental alliance-building that might have enabled him to bring to fruition the Welsh Institute for Social Policy or police-funded lectureship he sought to get in the first half of the 1980s.’

So Howard Jones was obnoxious, so obnoxious that even tame people refused to give him resources to expand his dept.

In the early 80s, Howard ‘imaginatively hosted four lectures by leading Chief Constables’ and when he took his regular study leave in the Caribbean, one of his colleagues, Professor Michael Levi, took over from him on ‘an interesting project on police-public relationships in Devon & Cornwall and Greater Manchester’.

Michael Levi will have learned a great deal. In the early 1980s, Greater Manchester Police was riddled with corruption (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’) and were led by the notorious Chief Constable James Anderton, 1976-91. Who had an obsession with prostitutes and poofs but was very much more relaxed about violent, corrupt police officers, as was demonstrated by the conduct of the police towards the students who dared protest when Leon Brittan visited Manchester University on 1 March 1985. The students had the living daylights beaten out of them, in public, on camera and two who made complaint were subjected to such extreme threats that one of them went into hiding on mainland Europe. The other was a female medical student who found herself being confronted by plain clothes officers when she was working in a hospital on placement who threatened her with violence and told her that they’d have a go at any Top Docs who tried to defend her. The corrupt plods needn’t have worried, no Top Docs came to her assistance.

Down in Devon and Cornwall, the Chief Constable, 1973-82, was at the other end of the spectrum, John Alderson, who pioneered community policing. Alderson was appointed a Fellow Commoner of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge and of the Cambridge Institute of Criminology in 1982 and he was a research fellow at Nuffield College, Oxford, 1982-83. Alderson was Visiting Professor of Police Studies at the University of Strathclyde, 1983-89 and a research fellow at the Institute of Police and Criminological Studies at the University of Portsmouth, 1994-2000. He returned to Australia in 1987 as Australian Commonwealth Fellow with the Australian Government.

John Alderson was fully aware of the scale of serious crime and police corruption in some regions of the UK, because earlier in his career he had served in Yorkshire and had been a senior officer in the Met. Alderson was frequently told that community policing might work in the west country where there was no serious crime, but it wouldn’t work in Greater Manchester. Neither did police corruption, but no-one mentioned that. Not that John Alderson didn’t have serious crime on his patch. In the way that Croesor was plagued by Dafydd, the west country had Jeremy Thorpe and his associates and the person who tried to murder Norman Scott. James Alderson didn’t just know about Jeremy as a result of his role as Chief Constable, Alderson will have known Jeremy personally, because Alderson was active in the Liberal Party and in 1983 unsuccessfully contested the Devon seat of Teignbridge. John Alderson served as a consultant on human rights to the Council of Europe from 1981 and was a member of the BBC General Advisory Council from 1971-78. He also served on the Committee of the Royal Humane Society, 1973-81 and was President of the Royal Life-Saving Society, 1974-78.

One of Alderson’s volumes was entitled ‘Principled Policing’. I doubt that’s what Norman Scott felt was prevailing as his desperate pleas for help in the face of Thorpe’s escalating unpleasantness were ignored.

 

Departmental duties at Cardiff left Howard Jones ‘with insufficient time to engage in personal fieldwork in the UK’ so ‘some of his writings lacked the ethnographic base of immersion in the field that would have given them more lasting power’. He always found time for a quick jaunt to Papua or the Caribbean though.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report certainly looked kindly upon people from the Cambridge Institute of Criminology when they asked the Unit for money. The Report stated that the Unit was funding the Cambridge Study in Delinquency Development, led by Dr D.J. West, which was running between 1961-76, as well as an investigation into sentencing policy by the Court of Appeal, led by D.A. Thomas, 1963-76, as well as another investigation led by D.A. Thomas into maximum penalties, that study having been carried out during 1973-74.

The Unit also funded someone else from the Cambridge Institute of Criminology who later became very well-known, to investigate perceptions of crime and attitudes to criminal justice, 1971-74 – Dr R.F. Sparks.

 

Richard Sparks is Professor of Criminology at the University of Edinburgh. From 2014-17 Sparks was Head of the School of Law at Edinburgh and from 2006-16 he was a founding Co-Director of the Scottish Centre for Crime and Justice Research. He was Professor of Criminology at Keele University and in his early career also worked at the Open University as well as at the University of Cambridge Institute of Criminology.

Richard Sparks has carried out a lot of work with Ian Loader, Professor of Criminology at Oxford University and Fellow of All Souls College. I briefly met Ian Loader about 11 years ago. The Oxford University Amnesty International branch had invited a French social theorist, one of Pierre Bourdieu’s former students, to give a lecture at Oxford, so I went over to Oxford to attend the lecture. Ian Loader had organised the event. A few days later I told a friend who used to work as a criminologist at Oxford that I had met Ian Loader and they rolled their eyes, told me that he was a very ruthless man and that him organising a lecture by a old French radical was the pinnacle of irony, but then Ian would do anything to advance himself. I’d never heard this person be even mildly rude about anyone before, so I was a bit surprised. At that time, a close friend of mine was working at Oxford, but they weren’t a criminologist. So image my surprise when they too had heard of Ian Loader and told me that the ‘new Professor of Criminology’ was doing some pretty terrible things to people.

I know no more about Ian Loader, except that one casualty works in Wales. This is what Oxford University tells people about Ian Loader:

Ian arrived in Oxford in July 2005 having previously taught at Keele University and the University of Edinburgh, from where he also obtained his PhD in 1993. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society for the Arts. Professor Loader was a member of the Commission on English Prisons Today from 2007-2009, and now Chairs the Research Advisory Group of the Howard League for Penal Reform. He has, since 2006, been co-convener, with the Police Foundation, of the Oxford Policing Policy Forum. From 2011-2013 he was a member of the Independent Commission on the Future of Policing and part of the editorial team which produced the Commission’s Report. Ian is an Associate Fellow of the IPPR (The IPPR is the think tank set up by the Windbag which serves as a job creation scheme for the children of New Labour big wigs who believe that it is their destiny to become PM. I mean ‘who are ready to serve’).

 

Long ago and far away, Richard Sparks learned at the knee of Sir Anthony Edward Bottoms. Yes, that is his name, a splendidly appropriate name for one of the big beasts in criminology who absolutely must know about the sordid practices in swathes of the welfare state and criminal justice system but who won’t be mentioning any of it. Anthony Bottoms is Emeritus Wolfson Professor of Criminology, University of Cambridge and a life fellow at Fitzwilliam College, having previously been a Wolfson Professor of Criminology at Cambridge, 1984-06. Bottoms was the Director of the Institute of Criminology, University of Cambridge, 1984-98. Until Dec 2007, Bottoms was a Professor of Criminology jointly at the Universities of Cambridge and Sheffield.

Bottoms was educated at Eltham College and then read law at Corpus Christie College, Oxford. Bottoms subsequently became a student on the first ever full-time postgraduate course in criminology in the UK, at Cambridge in 1961-2. After a short period as a probation officer, Bottoms returned to Cambridge as a research assistant to F.H. McClintock in a study focused on institutional training for young adult males.

So Bottoms is someone who spent years dining at High Table, but who many moons ago worked as a probation officer when scores of people working in that role were abusing and molesting their clients or keeping quiet when other people did.

Readers who are sufficiently nerdy to remember my previous posts will notice that much of the action in terms of people being favoured by a Home Office Research Unit during the years when the Home Office was actively concealing serious crime and the abuse of youngsters took place in Cambridge. Of course Cambridge by its nature will have hosted some influential people during the 1970s, but there was one person in particular who played a leading light in Cambridge life at that time – Baroness Jean Trumpington aka Trumpers. Thatch gave Trumpers a peerage for doing bugger all and then someone was foolish enough to give Trumpers a job as a junior Health Minister. Trumpers repaid the kindness by appointing Jimmy Savile to the task force responsible for managing Broadmoor, although after Jimmy pegged out and the media began reporting what he had done in reality rather than simply maintaining that he worked as a hospital porter pushing beds along corridors, Trumpers let Edwina Currie take the blame. Edwina wasn’t exactly innocent, she knew that Trumpers had done the dirty deed and did not raise any objections, but Trumpers was the Brains behind it (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

Trumpers’s crowning achievement before Thatch gave her a peerage was becoming Mayor of Cambridge. Trumpers had a great many fingers in a great many pies in Cambridge. She was ‘involved with’ single mothers, teenaged delinquents (so how did you get to know Savile then Trumpers?), the insane who didn’t know what was good for them, the NHS and Addenbrookes Hospital, the Social Services Committee and the Leys School, where her husband was Headmaster. Trumpers had been a magistrate but was obliged to resign for reasons which do not add up. I suspect that Trumpers hasn’t been entirely honest regarding the reasons for her departure from the bench.

Trumpers was also mates with Lord Rab Butler, who was Master of Trinity College, Cambridge from 1956-77. Butler had previously held numerous Gov’t positions over a period of many years, including that of Home Secretary, 1957-62, under Harold Macmillan. When Butler was Home Secretary, he established the Home Office Research Unit, which subsequently funded so much research at Cambridge University.

Bring up another red from the cellar, one of our mates is Home Secretary.

Butler was Chairman of the Conservative Party, 1959-61. Butler was Home Secretary and Party Chairman when it was all going off down at Cliveden, with Lord Astor, Jack Profumo, the teenaged call girls, the Russian spies and the unidentified members of the Royal Family (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Trumpers used to stay at Cliveden at the time and her mate Sally Norton was Bill Astor’s first wife.

Anything to declare Trumpers?

Rab Butler was particularly concerned with education and legislation concerning the insane.

 

As if Trumpers’s presence in Cambridge wasn’t enough to blight the place, Tuppence and the fragrant Lady Mary Archer were cluttering up the city as well and they certainly weren’t ones for keeping themselves to themselves (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

Anyone for Krug and Shepherd’s Pie? Tuppence is in the slammer for perjury, but rules are there for him to break, so the Home Office has kindly agreed to let him out to hold his parties. Don’t mention Monica, the prostitute whom Tuppence paid to leave the country, who unfortunately died as a result of a car crash shortly before she was due to give evidence at Tuppence’s trial.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report states that Sir Anthony Bottoms’s former boss, F.H. McClintock, who at the time was based at Edinburgh University’s Dept of Criminology, led research investigating the Scottish Parole System, 1973-75; the institutional treatment of young offenders, 1971-75; children’s hearings and the work of social workers in relation to children in trouble with the law, 1971-74.

Frederick Hemming McClintock was, from 1960, Assistant Director of Research at the University of Cambridge, Institute of Criminology and was Dean of the Faculty of Law, 1982-85. McClintock was a council member of the Scottish Association for Victim Support Schemes (SAVSS), and was a member of the Perks Committee on Criminal Statistics.

McClintock died in 1994 and his obituary for the Indie was written by one Anthony Bottoms.

Bottoms stated that McClintock, who was Professor of Criminology, Edinburgh University 1974-94, began life as an orphan but was fortunate to be fostered by a loving Unitarian couple in South London. He was educated at Colfe’s Grammar School and the LSE. Immediately after graduation, McClintock was recommended by Morris Ginsberg, the sociologist and philosopher, to Leon Radzinowicz, who was then seeking a research officer for the fledgling Department of Criminal Science at Cambridge. McClintock remained at Cambridge for 25 years, first in the Dept of Criminal Science and from 1960 as one of the founding staff members of the new Institute of Criminology, the first major interdisciplinary department of criminology to be established in a British university.

McClintock’s research was mainly the analysis of crime patterns (including studies of sexual offences, violent crimes, robbery and an overview of all crime in England and Wales) and the evaluation of treatment programmes for offenders (including studies of probation, attendance centres and borstal training).

McClintock was twice Acting Director of the Cambridge Institute of Criminology (1962-63 and 1972-73). He was elected a founding Fellow of Churchill College in 1962.

In 1974 McClintock moved to the newly created Chair of Criminology at Edinburgh University. He persuaded the University in 1983 to create the Centre for Criminology and the Social and Philosophical Study of Law, of which he was twice the Director, 1983-86, 1989-92. McClintock was also elected Dean of the Faculty of Law, 1982-85.

One can imagine Bottoms’s eyes misting over as he wrote that obituary, explaining that ‘Other personal memories that his death have brought to mind include watching him interview Borstal boys with a very real empathy, based on his own disadvantaged background; and joining him and his wife, Franca, on summer outings with their large and boisterous family. Derick McClintock was, emphatically, not one of those social scientists who have forgotten how to be human.’

McClintock was born an orphan, but he was adopted into a good family. If he did emphasise with the borstal boys, he never got round to detailing the horrors that the staff of the borstals as well as other people were inflicting upon them, even if McClintock was not one of the bastards of social science.

 

At Cambridge, Bottoms worked at the new Institute of Criminology under the guidance of Sir Leon Radzinowicz, who was the founding Director of the Institute. Radzinowicz was born in Lodz, Poland and studied law at the Universities of Paris and Geneva. He then studied for a doctorate at the University of Cracow. During this time, he spent a year studying under Enrico Ferri at the Institute of Criminology in Rome. Radzinowicz moved to England in 1938, having been granted funding by the Polish Ministry of Justice to study the English legal system, ‘took refuge’ in the Law Dept at Cambridge University when he realised what Hitler was doing in Europe and remained at Cambridge for the rest of his life.

Radzinowicz was Director of the Department of Criminal Science, University of Cambridge, 1949-59. In 1959, he founded the Cambridge Institute of Criminology and in the same year Radzinowicz became the first Wolfson Professor of Criminology. Radzinowicz became a fellow of Trinity College Cambridge, fellow of the British Academy and was a member of the Athenaeum. The Athenaeum is the club of choice for academics and Top Doctors. Jimmy Savile joined after being introduced by Cardinal Basil Hume. Radzinowicz also liked hanging out at Brown’s Hotel over tea and toasted teacakes.

Radzinowicz’s obituary provides a considerable amount of information regarding the state of criminology in the UK when these intellectual giants were building their reputations and their empires. We are told that: ‘Criminology in England had, until the arrival of these emigrés [Hermann Mannheim and Radzinowicz], been a minority interest of the medical profession. It was seen as having little relevance to penal policy and less to forensic aspects of criminal justice.

Mannheim, at the LSE became the “father” of modern English criminology. Without his teaching in the 40s and 50s, the present generation of academic criminologists would not exist. But he was a proud man who never entirely abandoned the formalities of his youth, when he had been a Prussian officer and judge; he lacked the social skills to give the subject the public legitimacy crucial to its survival; he upset so many people that he was never to have the professorial accolade.

In 1957, the Conservative home secretary, RA Butler, approached London University about establishing an institute of criminology; Mannheim was not even consulted. At a private lunch given by the Vice-Chancellor, the Principal, Douglas Logan, dismissed Mannheim’s claims in a single sentence, but praised Radzinowicz, whom he knew well as a fellow Fellow of Trinity. The lunch was attended by the under secretary of state at the Home Office and the Secretary of the Royal Commission on Capital Punishment, on which Radzinowicz had served. 

Many in London believed that the whole thing had been a stitch-up and the man with the needle was Logan. It will never be possible to know why the Vice-Chancellor did not acknowledge, let alone reply, to Butler’s letter until prompted by the Home Secretary’s private office. Did Radzy know what was going on behind the academic arras? It seems inconceivable that he did not, but the Old Fox, another of his nicknames, would have been far too wily to have left the least incriminating scent.

Mannheim wasted a disproportionate amount of energy in his retirement expressing his hatred of the “upstart Pole”; this degenerated into such an obsession that any former pupil who visited Cambridge was re-categorised as an “unperson”. By 1959 the Institute was established in Cambridge. Radzinowicz became the first Professor of Criminology in Britain and some of Her Majesty’s judges began to accept invitations to contribute to the institute’s seminars.

Radzinowicz had carved a niche in the Law Faculty and, by 1948, he had his fellowship at Trinity. By 1949, he was appointed a member of the Gowers Commission on capital punishment’.

With regard to Radzy’s prolific output, the obituarist tells us that ‘Not that they were the result of only one man’s labour down the years. Radzy’s enemies have ascribed to his various co-workers the greater part of particular volumes. For all that his mind ranged the horizons of the subject quick as a falcon’s eye, his individual writings were probably not outstanding.

His membership of the Gowers Commission stood him in good stead, for he made friends in the Home Office and in the shadows of the political establishment. Trinity and the Athenaeum came in handy for such things and lesser, and younger, mortals got the toasted teacakes. He was never short of money.

In 1966, there was a major scandal following the escape of the Soviet spy George Blake, who had just been sentenced to 42 years’ imprisonment. The Labour Home Secretary, Roy Jenkins, appointed Earl Mountbatten to report. Radzy’s seat on the Advisory Council on the penal system led to his becoming Chairman of the sub-committee that considered Mountbatten’s proposals for maximum security prisons in 1967-8. He came out in favour not of Mountbatten’s idea of a concentration of high risk prisoners in one place but of the preferred Home Office option of dispersal.

Mountbatten was furious, which must have troubled Radzy, since he was totally sycophantic about royalty; the history of the dispersal policy has been the unmitigated failure its critics predicted. Perhaps, knowing the tide, he judged it better not to go against it. Yet, from his introduction to a book by Richard Sparks in 1971, he clearly saw what was happening in the English prison system and made few bones about it.

In 1986, he spoke at a reception in Lincoln’s Inn to mark the publication of the final volume of his History (the Conservative Home Secretary [Douglas Hurd] was the principal guest) and his asides made little secret of contempt in which he held Thatcherite social policies and the mess of British society, never mind its prisons. By this time, he lived in Philadelphia.

His knighthood came in 1970. At last he could feel on equal terms with those senior civil servants whom he had assiduously cultivated down the years, although his heart had been set on a peerage. He was not to be presented in their Lordships’ house, but his retirement dinner was unforgettable.

For many years, Cambridge held regular conferences on criminology and these had become feudal gatherings at which fealty was paid to a liege lord; except that a number of young squires had begun to have their own show, what was to be the York deviancy symposium.

In the paranoid climate of British universities, Radzy was genuinely fearful of the activities of these leftist critics of orthodox criminology and the establishment. Unfortunately, quite a few of them were at his retirement dinner during a conference. Congratulatory messages were read out like wedding telegrams while Radzy, surrounded by the senior home civil service…As he rose to speak, some young squires made an ostentatious exit, but it was not his style to notice such things.

He was not always good at human relations but there was, in his retirement, a mellowness about him. Some thought it stemmed from guilt, long overdue, for the appalling way in which he had treated junior colleagues.

Carel Weight’s portrait of him as a young man conveyed through the eyes a fierce, almost vulpine, impression of a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. He would have been at home in the courts of Renaissance Italy. It was not in his nature to be a tyrant, for he had too much humanity; he was just uncommonly ill-tempered, especially when he thought that he had been thwarted, when his behaviour degenerated to the level of any departmental bully. He despised weakness in others and respected those with the courage to stand up to his tantrums.

In old age, Radzy was forgiving, even to Mannheim, in a generous tribute in the Dictionary of National Biography; Mannheim would never have done the same for him. Those of us whom he described in his account of the events of 1957 as “still young, but gifted and enthusiastic… eager to leave a mark on the future development of the discipline” had a lot to put up with in the years of his ascendancy.

So if one was being beaten and raped in Bryn Estyn or had been banged up in prison as the result of a corrupt deal between a gang of paedophiles and their mates in high places, it was this group of selfish, warring, complete bastards who spent their time conducting personal vendettas against each other, or getting pissed at High Table and in the Athenaeum while beating a path to a knighthood, upon whom you had to depend to report upon the conditions of the institution in which you were incarcerated or whether the criminal justice system and law were working as they should.

My how things haven’t changed.

In 1968 Anthony Bottoms was appointed by Sheffield University’s Faculty of Law as that University’s first dedicated Lecturer in Criminology. Bottoms became Sheffield’s first Professor of Criminology in 1976. Bottoms did his PhD at Sheffield, but I’m not sure when – he may have completed it while he was working as a lecturer there. In 1984 Bottoms returned to Cambridge as Wolfson Professor of Criminology (a post he held until 2006) and as Director of the Institute of Criminology (1984-98). Bottoms returned to the University of Sheffield as a part-time Professor, 2002-07, holding this position conjointly with his Cambridge post.  Bottoms has been a Fellow of the British Academy since 1997.

Bottoms was a member of the Home Office’s Research and Advisory Group on the Long-term Prison System, 1984-90 and on three occasions acted as a Specialist Adviser to the House of Commons N Ireland Affairs Committee for its inquiries on prison-related matters, 1998; 2003-4; 2007. He was appointed by the Scottish Gov’t to write a report on the structure and content of criminological research in Scotland and this report led directly to the establishment in 2005 of the inter-university Scottish Centre for Crime and Justice Research.

Bottoms has collaborated with, supervised, or taught, a number of other notable criminologists, including David Garland, Alison Liebling, Richard Sparks, John Pratt and Mike Nellis.

In 2001 Bottoms picked up his knighthood. There was a glut of honours dispensed in 2001, the year after the publication of the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Report, as the immediate fury regarding such an obvious rigged scam had dissipated a little bit. I have no idea whether Bottoms’s K was given in that spirit, it wouldn’t surprise me if it was, Bottoms must have a mountain of shit on a great many people.

In April 2018 Bottoms and his colleague Dr Jo Parsons conducted a Review on behalf of the Sentencing Council regarding how the Council can best exercise its statutory functions.

Someone who had spent years at Bangor University sought refuge at the Cambridge Institute of Criminology in 2003 – Professor Roy King. I didn’t know Roy King, he had departed from Bangor by the time that I began working as a social scientist there, but he hadn’t long gone and the memories of Roy King were still raw. I heard a great deal about Roy King. Not from members of staff, I suspect that he was such a nasty piece of work that no-one dared speak of him, but swathes of students past and present and a few retired staff were frank in their opinion that he was the most unpleasant, vindictive, bullying, unscrupulous man that Bangor had ever entertained. Which is quite some accolade. I wondered for a long time why such evil should exist within a criminology team at Bangor until the penny dropped. It’s the paedophiles’ friends again. I met students past and present who’s projects and theses had involved them interviewing sex offenders, visiting bail hostels, liaising with the Probation Service, the mental health services and the social services. The heart of those who had facilitated the trafficking ring. Some of those students seemed to have been put in danger in terms of being left alone with potentially dangerous offenders and I marvelled at how some of the work had ever found its way past an ethics committee.

It did clarify a mystery that I came across in 2002 though. During the weeks when I was in the Hergest Unit in that year – just before the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me on the basis of their perjury – I noticed that not only had the wards at the Hergest Unit become even more dangerous and not only were the staff even more abusive and neglectful, but that there were hardly any qualified permanent staff there. None of the staff would tell the patients their full names, neither would they wear their identity badges and they simply referred to each other as ‘nurses’. They weren’t, there were hardly any qualified nurses there, virtually all staff were nursing assistants, who were casual labour hired from the nursing bank. I watched carefully and I noticed that on a number of occasions, there was not one qualified nurse on duty. Which is of course unlawful. Assaults on patients by staff were occurring, threats and aggression towards the patients from staff were routine and I sustained injuries as a result of an assault by four Angels. I was prevented from reporting the matter to the police, I was repeatedly lied to and one member of staff external to the ward who was most concerned at what was happening on that ward, Taliesin Ward, was banned by the NW Wales NHS Trust authorities from contacting me and threatened with dismissal if he did so. See my post ‘Who Is In Need Of Restraining? for some of the details. Another patient told me that he witnessed a female patient sexually assaulted by male staff in the guise of ‘restraint’.

I am no stranger to abusive Top Docs and Angels, but one thing really surprised me, which was that one of the bank ‘nurses’ witnessing the thuggery and assisting in preventing me as well as other patients from reporting assaults on us by staff was it transpired a postgraduate student from Bangor University. In my experience, students from Bangor were usually among those being threatened and harassed by the mental health services. I then discovered that this young woman was doing an MSc in Criminology no less. With a Professor Roy King.

Perhaps Kate Madden would now like to tell the world why she regularly worked shifts on a locked ward in the Hergest Unit and stood by saying nothing as she witnessed patients threatened, assaulted, injured, refused visitors and indeed all contact with the outside world until they had agreed to drop their complaints against staff. Oh and Kate – why did you disconnect the ward phone when I tried to telephone a friend to tell them that I had just been violently assaulted by four staff and I was now injured and was being prevented from reporting the matter to the police? Then there was the statement that you subsequently gave to the police after Alun Davies et al conspired to have me jailed. It wasn’t true and the case against me collapsed. Ah – the other patient who had been assaulted by the staff on your watch Kate. The young Muslim man who sat on the floor crying ‘please don’t hurt me again?’

MSc in Criminology??? Where exactly were your ethics during the time that you worked at the Hergest Unit? By the way Kate, look at some of the inspection reports for the Hergest while you were employed there as a hired thug. Patients were dying. I understand that there had even been deaths on the ward. Then there was the elderly lady who set fire to herself ON THE WARD. How exactly did these things happen Kate? Would you now like to belatedly make a statement about what you witnessed Bethan Roberts, Sian Ruth Lloyd, Dave Wood and Michelle Shaw doing to patients? Why did so many female patients wake up to find ‘nurse’ Dave Wood in their bedrooms with them, alone, with no good reason, in the middle of the night? Er – four of us at least had that experience and complained didn’t we? Only to be told that we had assaulted staff and would now be charged. The witnesses to the assaults being Wood and his colleagues.

Another one of Roy King’s postgrads was the vile Dr Denise Baker-McClearns. Who spent years doing everything she could to intimidate me when she was one of my neighbours, then moved on to intimidating other people. Denise made allegations that a local man had molested her daughter. There was no evidence, the offence was said to have taken place years previously, but at least it split the man’s marriage up and made his alcohol problem a lot worse. The mental health services then housed him next to a pub in Bethesda. What happened? He was found dead of course, what else was the outcome going to be. I obviously escaped lightly, Denise only told everyone that I was a danger to their children. God forbid what she’d have said if I’d been in possession of a penis, I’d have been in prison years ago.

Denise was married to a children’s social worker on Anglesey. That’s the Anglesey which had a major problem with the social workers facilitating the abuse of the kids.

Denise had a career in the people business as well. She worked in mental health! Denise – after a great struggle because she isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer – finished a degree in psychology at Bangor University, did whatever it was that she did with Roy King and then decided that she would help the mad. She was sacked from at least two jobs after she was deemed to be a danger to vulnerable people (imagine how I laughed when I heard about that, if only the poor sod who died after being on the receiving end of Denise had survived to know that as well) and then bagged a job with the Gov’t adviser, leading Top Doc, Manchester University’s Louis Appleby, as a member of his team carrying out the National Confidential Inquiry Into Suicide and Homicide By People With Mental Illness. Denise departed from Appleby’s team under a huge cloud as well and then rocked up at Warwick University’s Dept of Primary Care, where she was sacked within months. Denise then embarked on a new career as a food blogger and a manager of a cafe for the homeless/needy.

Louis didn’t raise the alarm and get Denise removed from circulation then.

Louis might be interested to know that I was told recently that the dreadful Denise was yet another gift to me and Brown from the security services. I can understand why the security services might have wanted a mole near Roy King and Louis Appleby, but not only did Denise cause me far more grief than she caused them, but she obviously wasn’t in the least bit effective, because Roy King bagged a Chair at Cambridge and Appleby has been appointed to more and more Gov’t roles and positions of responsibility.

Note to MI5: If I ensure that I always sport red lipstick as warning plumage, talk with a cockney accent and say fuck even more than I do at present, cheat, lie, steal and harass people so badly that they move house to get away from me, would you pay me whatever you were paying the toxic cow Denise? If you employ me, I’ll actually get rid of the trash for you, unlike Denise who simply joined them.

Another member of Roy King’s merry band was Preet Nijar, ‘lecturer in criminology’. Preet sported red lipstick as warning plumage as well. Preet Nijar was so excruciatingly embarrassing that Bangor University were spending good money on lawyers in an attempt to try and work out how they could get rid of her without the University disappearing in a mushroom cloud. My info re Preet came from students, because the legal nightmare which was Preet was far too hot for the staff to touch. Not all the criminology students were like Kate Madden or Denise Baker-McClearns, lots of them were great and I knew a number of them very well. It was they who filled me in on the extraordinary excesses of Preet Nijar.

Preet Nijar had managed to have a same sex relationship with one of her postgrads. Except that Preet was at the same time in a heterosexual relationship with another criminologist, but not one who worked at Bangor. For added excitement, at some point the relationship involved all three of them. As far as that goes, it’s their own business. Except that for some reason Preet and the man involved fell out with the postgrad and things got nasty. The postgrad began legal action against the University, alleging lack of duty of care. Nijar denied any improper behaviour and denounced the postgrad as mad and a liar. The postgrad then produced photos of all three of them in bed together. The University was left to pick up the crap. Nijar refused to resign and called on the assistance of the union to keep her in her job. Nijar’s male partner then arrived on University premises and told the postgrad to shut her mouth or he’d shut it for her. The Professor of Sociology was left to deal with this thug in order to protect students. Then Nijar and her partner managed to manipulate a few people into believing that they’d been mistreated by Bangor University, so those people began circulating rumours blaming innocent parties for the now unholy mess.

It went on for years and the last that I heard, Preet Nijar still held some sort of post at Bangor but they’d stopped paying her a salary.

So to all those who marvelled at the saga involving Preet Nijar and blamed the senior sociologists for the mess – no, it wasn’t their fault. Nijar and her partner were nuts and nasty, Roy King positively attracted such poisonous people and then departed for Cambridge, leaving Bangor to pick up the pieces in the face of a corrupt union rep who knew damn well that Nijar should have been dismissed on multiple grounds.

I think we do need to ask exactly what criteria the Cambridge Institute of Criminology are using to appoint senior academics…

There was another academic who had formerly worked at Bangor who, like Roy King, had never been forgotten on account of his alleged backstabbing, cheating and one upmanship, Ralph Fevre. Ralph Fevre left for dear old Cardiff, the former home of Howard Jones and Mark Drakeford. Ralph is now Professor of Social Sciences at Cardiff University. Ralph recently wrote a blog about bullying in the workplace and the need to value individuals! Some of Ralph’s former colleagues would I imagine be entertained by that blog, but then Cardiff University might have something to say to Ralph if he wrote a blog about how to behave like a total scumbag and bag a Chair at Cardiff. By the way Ralph, do you remember when I wrote that book proposal years ago and one of your mates recommended that I should send it to you in your capacity as the commissioning editor of the series? And you never replied? So weeks later I wrote to you again and it was a case of ooh dear, I forgot about your proposal and now the deadline’s gone! Ah well never mind Ralph, I was told that you were a cheating bastard who had done it deliberately because Cardiff didn’t want anything high quality coming out of early career researchers at Bangor. Fortunately University of Wales Press were sufficiently impressed that they offered me a contract anyway and they subsequently published my book outside of the series which you ensured only included volumes written by your mates or people working at Cardiff.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report lists work with offenders in areas of the UK where it is now acknowledged that there were paedophile gangs in operation at the time of the research. T.F. Marshall investigated criminal subcultures in an unidentified town in central Lancashire, 1973-74. Dr M.S. Folkhard studied the treatment of offenders in terms of probation aftercare, borstal and homeless aftercare in London, Sheffield, Dorset, Liverpool and Staffordshire, 1971-77. Rob Evans, who was the senior manager in Gwynedd Social Services who presided over the abuse of both children and mental health patients in the 1980s and 90s had previously been a team leader in Dorset (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

Folkhard also investigated Community Service Orders, 1972-74, in Durham, Kent, south west Lancashire, inner London and Nottingham. Furthermore Folkhard researched Day Training Centres in Glamorgan, Liverpool, inner London and Sheffield, 1972-75.

While Folkhard was doing that, George Thomas and others were busy in Glamorgan.

Folkhard and colleagues in 1966 had produced ‘Probation Research – A Report’ for the Home Office Research Unit

The Home Office Research Unit funded work on the influence of narcotics on crime for the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs, to be presented at a conference of the Council of Europe, Strasbourg in Nov 1974. The Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs was packed to the rafters with paedophiles’ friends. In 1972, Sir Philip Myers, who was the Chief Constable of North Wales, 1974-82, sat on the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs. Myers’s Drug Squad officers were endemically corrupt, they were facilitating the large scale dealing of Class A drugs whilst planting such drugs on hippies and students who were blowing dope or indeed on anyone else whom they wanted to fit up. Myers also knew all about the paedophile ring and ignored it, except for to prosecute the victims and witnesses if they complained. After Myers retired he became an HM inspector of Constabulary. Read more about Myers’s eccentric ways in my post ‘Top Of The Cops’.

 

Professor R.A. Parker of Bristol University’s Dept of Social Work and Administration was funded by the Home Office Research Unit to research the operation of Part I of the Children and Young Persons Act 1974 between 1971 and 1974. Bristol University hosted a collection of people who assisted Dafydd and the gang and both D.G.E. Wood and Lord David Hunt were alumni of Bristol. Wood was part of the trafficking ring and Hunt spent years at the Welsh Office concealing their crimes.

 

Other people and studies listed in the Home Office Research Unit Report as having been funded by them included:

Dr W.H. Hammond – Studies of Criminal Histories, 1962-74.

Dr C. Banks and Stephen Brody – Survey of the Male Prison Population, 1971-74.

C.P. Nuttall – carried out a number of parole studies between 1968 and 1974.

Joy Mott – studies on the Boys in Approved Schools and the use of opiates in prisons and psychiatric hospitals.

Elizabeth Field, W.H. Hammond and Prof J. Tizard, ‘Thirteen Year Old Boys in Approved Schools in 1962’, published in 1971.

A New Zealander, Jack Tizard spent most of his professional life in England where, as a psychologist, he worked ‘at the boundaries of psychology, medicine, education and the social sciences’. His work on alternatives to institutional care in the 1950s and 60s ‘underpinned the subsequent development of ‘ordinary life’ models for children and adults with intellectual disabilities’. Tizard’s approach was ‘characterised by a commitment to using high research standards to address important social problems, ensuring through his extensive advisory activities that the results of research were available to practitioners and policy-makers’.

The University of Kent has The Tizard Centre, named in honour of the great man, concerned with learning disabilities and community care.

Helen Sylvia Anthony published ‘Depression, Psychopathic Personality and Attempted Suicide in a Borstal Sample’ in 1973. I think the very title of that work tells us all we need to know, it will have been manna from heaven to the paedophiles and their friends.

Nancy Goodman – Sentencing of Women, 1972-74; long term follow up of borstal girls, 1973-74.

The Home Office’s Research Unit Report also listed Nancy Goodman and Jean Price’s 1967 Study of Female Offenders.

Funds were made available to the Runnymede Trust, 1973-74, to conduct ‘An Analysis of the Coloured Population of Great Britain’. A great many paedophiles’ friends found themselves magnetically attracted to the Runnymede Trust (see previous posts).

 

So that is the story of how a Home Secretary in 1957 is still influencing policy today.

‘Da Dafydd – a yw’r ŵyn wedi rhoi’r gorau i sgrechian?’

 

I have received an e mail from someone who has sent me information concerning Top Doctor Anthony Baker who some time ago found himself in hot water regarding his misconduct but was of course allowed to carry on practising by the GMC. I did know about Anthony Baker, furthermore he was one of the advisers who were involved with the seminars held after the Waterhouse Inquiry, at which Waterhouse’s recommendations and their implementation were discussed. My reader commented that she found it worrying that there were so many perverts around. I’m not sure that there are. The generation of dreadful old politicians who were damaged beyond belief in brutal boys boarding schools and spent their adult lives molesting children has just about died out. The problem now is the hordes of people who knew about them or crimes relating to them who remained silent and continue to remain silent. The consequences of the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd et al are running down through generations, as so many people are acutely aware that they only bagged their current job/peerage by keeping quiet and toadying.

So here’s another person, a Top Doctor, who was never obnoxious or abusive himself, but who remained silent in the face of those who were. Dr Webb, a GP latterly of Cricieth Health Centre. In 2005, after my lawyer demonstrated that I had been threatened, assaulted and injured by mental health staff and that they had perjured themselves, the NW Wales NHS Trust were unable to continue their denials in the face of documentary evidence and witness testimonies. Their answer was to flatly refuse me all NHS treatment, to threaten me with arrest if I entered Trust properties and to refuse to make any alternative arrangements for me.

I had recently registered with Dr Webb, who seemed very pleasant, admitted that the mental health services left much to be desired but didn’t believe that I had been refused all NHS treatment. So he kindly, in front of me, rang up the NW Wales NHS Trust to reassure me that I had ‘misunderstood’. Medwyn Williams, the newly appointed manager of the Hergest Unit, confirmed to Dr Webb that I had indeed been refused all NHS treatment on the orders of the Trust CEO and Chair. Medwyn finished the phone call by telling Dr Webb that ‘mistakes were made but we’ll never treat her again’. After the phone call, Dr Webb looked a bit nonplussed and said ‘its not very good really is it’. No, it was disgusting and completely illegal. Medwyn then sent Dr Webb a letter in which he confirmed the contents of the phone call. I saw the letter but didn’t keep a copy. I have been told that the legal ramifications were such that Dr Webb threw the letter away.

I don’t think that Dr Webb works at Cricieth anymore. Wherever he now is, could he please come forward and admit that the legacy of a paedophile gang resulted in me being unlawfully denied all NHS secondary care and that this was endorsed at the highest level – by Dr Brian Gibbons, the Welsh Gov’ts Health Minister, who also refused to investigate my complaints.

When Medwyn Williams held that phone call with Dr Webb, the NW Wales NHS Trust had the highest suicide rate for women of any area in England and Wales except for Camden. Patients were suing and writing to the Secretary of State for Wales such was the chaos. The Hergest Unit had virtually imploded and Medwyn Williams had been recently appointed after Alun Davies got up and left in a hurry when he realised that there were too many deaths to explain away. Medwyn Williams did not stay long as manager of the Hergest Unit. He had a nervous breakdown.

These are the consequences of serious organised crime. It needs dealing with.

 

I’ve been so busy on the blog that I haven’t kept up with the news in detail, but I do know that the Independent Inquiry Into Child Sexual Abuse have been guilty of a massive data breach and made public the names and other personal details of hundreds of victims. They have been clobbered with a huge fine and have apologised for breaching people’s privacy. They’ve done rather worse than that. They’ve put the lives of all those people in danger. No-one seems to get this. We are not talking about sad men with arrested psycho-sexual development lurking on street corners. The phenomenon that IICSA is charged with investigating involved organised gangs of criminals with corrupt Top Docs, social workers, police officers, lawyers and judges on their payroll and they murdered witnesses. Please, just stop the IISCA now. Most of those who offered to give evidence have walked away in despair at the fuckwittery, the Chair is a former social worker who presided over the abuse of children herself and now they’ve put the lives of hundreds of witnesses in even greater danger. Just stop. You are idiots, you were the ones who caused the problem in the first place, you really do not have the answers. You might as well install Dafydd as the Chair.

 

I did see a little bit about Cliff, who I think has won a big damages settlement against the BBC. There has been much sobbing from Cliff and his celeb friends at the trauma of it all, in contrast to the media who are seething at the thought that they cannot name people accused of sex offences before they have been tried.

Cliff, the BBC shouldn’t have done it, people are innocent until proven guilty and the whole stunt was obviously designed to embarrass you. However you were in your other house in Portugal at the time and I’m not sure that the tomfoolery of the BBC on that morning was really so traumatic for you and your friends that it was worth a few hundred grand in compensation. No-one seems to really believe the allegations against you, you obviously have lots of good mates around you which is what matters at such times. It’s not as though you’re going to be subjected to vigilante attacks or you are going to lose your job.

As for the media, do you think that you might have brought this on yourselves? Your behaviour has been so bad, just so bad – the worst examples that I can think of at the moment are the treatment of Charlotte Church’s mum, Milly Dowler’s mum and dad and Max Mosley – that people are no longer sympathetic to the reptiles as ‘Private Eye’ always called them demanding their right to hurl poison at whoever they want. Did any of you ever name Savile? No. You had the evidence, but you absolutely did not name him. Instead you continued to run ingratiating stories about his charidee work. You turned your fire on Charlotte Church’s mum and two people who’s daughter had been murdered. Neither did any of you publish anything about what was happening to me and others in north Wales. We weren’t fantasists, there were witnesses and I’ve got 10,000 documents. I know at least one other person in north Wales who’s lawyer extracted a similar number of documents from his records over a period of nearly 30 yrs and as with mine, there is written evidence of wrongdoing on nearly every page. Some of the same signatures and even the same phrases appear on the records of both of us.

For what it’s worth, the consequences for most people – particularly men accused of sex offences – of being named in relation to crimes are usually so negative that I think that people probably should be granted anonymity until they are found guilty. The MO of the paedophile gang in north Wales was to drag anyone who complained through the courts on serious charges in the knowledge that the damage to their reputations would be such that even if they were found not guilty, they were stuffed anyway. Naming innocent people was a Godsend to Dafydd. Was Dafydd ever named? Not until I began this blog, no he wasn’t. Never. Not once. But scores of people who had complained about him or his associates were, some of whom died in prison before their cases were ever heard.

My solicitor in Bangor told me years ago that the magistrates considered that the offenders appearing in the local press was an even more effective punishment than the sentences that the Court imposed. It was certainly enough to stop most people daring to complain about Dafydd et al. Again and again, I was told ‘he knows things about me and he’ll tell people’. I was warned myself that he’d do that to me. Indeed Dafydd and his associates did, repeatedly. Confidentiality was broken again and again and even better than that, Dafydd et al just made things up as they went along. Indeed Judge Huw Daniel made things up about me in Court and they were subsequently published in the local paper as fact. Cliff doesn’t live in Bangor and work as a teacher, so Cliff being named n shamed when nothing has been proved against him is not going to cause much harm, but other people aren’t so well insulated as Cliff.

10,000 documents everyone. Detailing the most serious crime on the part of professional people in senior positions from right across the UK over a period of decades. But you did not want to know.

The irony is that it was Fran Unsworth whom the BBC wheeled out to talk to the media following Cliff’s victory. Fran appeared on this blog a while ago. She is someone who knew about the crimes detailed on this blog but who never breathed a word.

As for the problem of people keeping quiet to protect their friends: I do not have one scrap of evidence that Cliff Richard has ever broken any law in his life. But Cliff has spoken openly of his close friendship with Cilla. Cilla spoke openly of her friendship with Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain. Geoffrey Chamberlain definitely was someone who spent years concealing a paedophile ring in north Wales and a paedophile ring in south London, of which at least one of his friends and colleagues was a member. Cilla was a private patient at St George’s Hospital Medical School. The secretary with only the most basic qualifications and education who dealt with the private patients – who’s salary was paid for by the NHS – was a very rich woman. Inexplicably rich, as were her young adult children.

 

Cry, The Beloved Country

Previous posts have mentioned that Sir Ronald Waterhouse, who carried out the mother of all cover-ups when he Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry, was a personal friend of many of those who were responsible for facilitating and concealing the abuse of children in care in north Wales that he was supposed to be investigating. I knew that Waterhouse grew up in north Wales and practised as a barrister and then sat as a judge on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit for decades but the depths of Waterhouse’s corruption and the sheer number of his personal links with those involved with the abuse of children was not apparent to me until I read his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’. Ronnie’s autobiography is little more than a long list of the names of corrupt lawyers, politicians and others and an account of the fiddles that they, along with Ronnie, performed to convict innocent people or ensure that the guilty got off.

Ronnie Waterhouse was the networker’s networker – I could never do justice to Ronnie’s toadying skills on this blog, but I will write some posts drawing attention to the highlights. From his earliest years, Ronnie was acutely aware of whom it was worth ingratiating oneself to. North Waleians like Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Sir William Mars-Jones who became London based lawyers and High Court judges are portrayed in the London-based media as country bumpkins of enormous talent who were socially mobile on account of their essential wonderfulness. Whilst it is true that the Waterhouses and Mars-Jones’s of the world were not as privileged as many of the people with whom they worked in later life, they were born into a group of people who constituted an elite in north Wales.

When Waterhouse and Mars-Jones were growing up, their families were almost as posh as you could get in north Wales. There was a small number of land owning gentry, but the socio-economic composition of north Wales was rather different to England and a lot of English people did not understand this when they wrote about the bumpkin Ronnie or ‘farmer’s son’ William Mars-Jones. There was a certain amount of resentment towards Waterhouse and Mars-Jones’s class in north Wales – they are frequently referred to as the ‘Liberal Nonconformist elite’. They were a group of people who gained dominance in the 19th century and produced many of the movers and shakers of 20th century north Wales. It was felt by many that they literally ruled north Wales and they really did piss some people off. Whilst there were many people among them who involved themselves with radical causes – most famously of course pacifism – they were at the same time a profoundly socially conservative group of people. They didn’t identify as politically Conservative, but they had many similarities to the rural Conservatives in the West Country with whom I was very familiar when I was growing up.

It was this group of people in north Wales who packed the County Councils, the magistrates benches, the health authorities, the social services committees etc. Whilst I believe that not all of them knew of the extent of the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales, some of them undoubtedly knew exactly what was going on and ensured that it continued. I was told many years ago – by someone who, like me, wondered how many people knew exactly how serious Dafydd Alun Jones’s crimes were – that Dafydd had ‘duped’ a lot of people from the Welsh middle classes with his anecdotes of a childhood of praying in Welsh and learning Bible verses.

When I witnessed Jones doing this I used to piss myself laughing and wonder how anyone could ever be taken in by such an old ham, but then I thought well, if you are 70 and in chapel and you have not witnessed what Dafydd does and says when he thinks that certain people are not watching, perhaps you would think that he was a kindly old rather eccentric doctor from a previous era. However by the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was happening, the Jones-related anecdotes flying around north Wales were so florid and so numerous that I don’t think many people could really have claimed to have honestly believed that there was not a problem. The prevailing situation by then was that Dafydd and a number of utterly corrupt people around him had led north Wales into crime so serious that no-one could afford to admit what had gone on. As the wife of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, told me, Ron told everyone that what had happened was so serious and so indefensible that none of them must ever say a word about any of it or they’d all be in prison. They’re still adhering to Ron’s instructions.

To be fair to many people, by the time that Waterhouse was Chairing that Inquiry, a lot of people were simply far too frightened to challenge Dafydd and the paedophiles. They knew damn well that dissenters found that their careers would be wrecked, that people would be bankrupted and that in cases of where someone would not shut up, they were found dead. North Wales: it’s called serious organised crime and it involves gangsters. They are not very nice people and I can understand how terrified you were. However it is the inevitable consequence when a whole region spends decades toadying to some deeply unsavoury people on the grounds that they know Uncle Goronwy or they’re in the same chapel or that those telling tales of abuse and serious crime are only kids in care or psychiatric patients so the best way of dealing with the problem is to pretend that it doesn’t exist.

I can feel quite sorry for paedophiles on the grounds that their sexual development has gone seriously wrong and that there is no help for them even when they beg for it – which some of them do. The people whom I will never forgive are the Ronnie Waterhouses of the world. The indulged, entitled, privileged offspring of a region where so many had so little and who spent a lifetime grovelling to the Mr Bigs of England, supping and dining at the Savoy on a regular basis, professing their love of the common man back in north Wales whilst the children of the common man were battered, abused, trafficked to provide sexual services to some sadly inadequate people and stitched up and imprisoned if they complained. Lest people accuse me of aiming a kick at the chapel goers of north Wales who are always an easy target, I hasten to add that the Neil Kinnocks and Ron Davies’s of south Wales – the alleged working class sons of toil – are just as guilty. They knew what was going on as well and concealed it. The Kinnocks’ troughing outdid Ronnie Waterhouse’s. Then there’s the swathes of pompous Top Doctors, the daft little Angels, social workers, the corrupt plods, etc. Not many people come out of this smelling of roses.

 

Many people assisted in propelling Ronnie Waterhouse into high society when he was young, but one name stands out – Sir William Mars-Jones, Ronnie’s pupil master. As mentioned in previous posts, William Mars-Jones was from Denbighshire and became a big name in London legal circles, yet retained his links to north Wales. Mars-Jones was the Big Mate who was wheeled out when Dafydd and the paedophiles met serious resistance from someone whom they couldn’t just swat in the usual way. Mars-Jones was very, very influential in legal circles. When he was older he was the stereotype of a batty old homophobic conservative judge, but as a young man Mars-Jones was active in the Labour Party, as was Ronnie.

I read Adam Mars-Jones’s memoir of his father a few days ago and I realised from Adam’s book just what a powerful figure Mars-Jones was. I got the distinct impression from Adam’s book that Adam was under no illusions about his father or the role that he played in concealing the barrel of crap in north Wales and I kept wondering why Adam didn’t write the sort of book that Dominic Carman did and expose just how malevolent his father was. Then I came to the bit when Adam mentioned that on the completion of the draft of one of his novels in which Adam had mentioned one of his father’s legal cases, the publisher – Faber – handed the draft to the libel lawyer Peter Carter-Ruck to read. Carter-Ruck was a close friend of William Mars-Jones. Faber told Adam that if the draft was published, both Faber and Adam would be sued for seditious libel. Just in case Faber and Adam dared go ahead, it was made clear that as a bonus, all of Faber’s big name authors would take their business elsewhere.

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

Adam Mars-Jones is a novelist who did not inherit money. He needs his publishers and cannot publish what his father and his father’s friends and colleagues did. I am not a famous novelist. Dafydd and the paedophiles have already wrecked my life and career several times over anyway and I witnessed at first hand what they did. The name of Adam’s aunt is actually on the highly incriminating documents in my possession. As they say in north Wales Adam – dim problem. You might not be able to publish but I can. I have 10,000 incriminating documents that even Peter Carter-Fuck can’t argue with.

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed that on a recent post about the Mars-Jones’s, someone left a comment stating that Adam was alleged to have been a visitor to the children’s homes in north Wales. I have no idea whether he was or not, but it’s worth mentioning here that I too visited institutions which were the sites of serious abuse – I was friends with those within and was keeping an eye open… Adam Mars-Jones had a partner who died of an HIV related condition and he also worked as a buddy for the Terence Higgins Trust. I mentioned in my posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ that a lot of the rent boys who died of AIDS in the 1980s had been residents of children’s homes in north Wales who were trafficked to London. It is highly likely that Adam worked with some of those young men and realised where a lot of them had spent their youth. Perhaps he began popping into children’s homes in north Wales to find out what the hell was going on. With a surname like his, the people running those homes would never have suspected that Adam would have had a shred of sympathy with the residents or any interest in the dreadful things that were happening to them…

I mentioned in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ that confidential information about me and others who had dared complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles was being CC’d to a Mrs D. Mars-Jones, who I presumed was Mrs David Mars-Jones. David Mars-Jones was, as confirmed by Adam’s book, William Mars-Jones’s younger brother. David Mars-Jones’s wife was called Dilys. Yes, it was definitely her then. I presume that Dilys Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority – although Dafydd and the paedophiles were so bloody lawless that she may not even have been that.

Adam’s book mentions that William Mars-Jones used to stay with David and Dilys when he went to north Wales. David was a Freemason which William thought was questionable. Adam noted that David interpreted this as William not understanding how business was conducted in the country – I’m sure that William Mars-Jones knew just what the Freemasons of north Wales got up to, or at least some of them. Adam observes that the Garrick played the same role in his father’s life that the Freemasons did in David’s. Yes – and when a dissenting voice couldn’t be controlled by the Freemasons (for example if the dissenting voice was a social worker who was a whistleblower or an angry older lady with a brain or, perish the thought, a Bangor student who pissed herself laughing at a mad old psychiatrist’s efforts to chat her up and his subsequent threats), help from the Garrick was enlisted…

Adam saw the Mars-Jones’s of north Wales as his backward looking country cousins, but they really were quite something in the region. William Mars-Jones’s father was a farmer and owned and ran the local PO and shop – his father before him had been Chairman of Denbighshire County Council. From the information given in Adam’s book there was not just one farm between the extended family, there were several – Adam mentions two aunties who each possessed a farm whom it was believed were relieved of their property in the 1970s by David’s ‘sharp practice’ and who ended up living in Colwyn Bay. Adam explicitly states that William believed David’s business deals and acquisition of wealth to have been questionable. Adam also mentions that for some reason an Eddy Batty from Liverpool had a share in David’s farm.

Adam summed up the difference between his uncle and his father by saying that David wanted honours and William wanted cash. People from north Wales who desire honours have ended up doing some pretty disgusting things for some pretty disgusting people and a High Court judge in need of money with a brother in that position might find himself severely compromised.

I mentioned in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ that David Mars-Jones was High Sheriff of Clwyd in 1989. Adam mentions that David had been Mayor of Colwyn Bay.

Colwyn Bay was a hub of corruption in north Wales. The North Wales Police HQ was there and Chief Constable Sir Philip Meyers had built a personal ‘office’ at his home where business was conducted – at the time the force was notoriously corrupt (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). The Gwynfa adolescent psychiatric unit where the most dreadful abuse of children occurred was located at Colwyn Bay. The Angel in charge was a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry – he lived in Colwyn Bay and was a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’). Professor Robert Owen who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles lived in Colwyn Bay and received inappropriate telephone calls and mail from inappropriate people regarding NHS business at his home address (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). Huw Vaughan Thomas – the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96, as the paedophile gang raged within its children’s homes and who some years previously had spent six years as Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council – lived at Colwyn Bay (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’) with his wife, Enid Rowlands, who was involved in NHS governance (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Of course Gordon Anglesea, the senior police officer who was imprisoned for sex offences against children in care in north Wales, lived and worked at Colwyn Bay. David Jones MP, who spent years working as a solicitor in north Wales watching in silence as Dafydd and the paedophiles stitched up the innocent, ended up in Colwyn Bay (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’) – David Jones is also a Freemason. Many, many more paedophiles’ friends were out at Colwyn Bay with them. It was a hot spot.

Adam mentions an Aunty Mary – Mary Cobley – who lived in Denbigh and David’s two daughters Jenny and Eleri.

Adam also talks about a holiday home that his father owned at Rhosneigr on Anglesey, the purchase of which David had assisted back in the 1960s. Rhosneigr is a popular second home destination and in recent years it has become very expensive. By north Wales standards Rhosneigr is a big village but it is still small enough for regular long term second homers to have known each other.

Someone else whose parents had a second home at Rhosneigr – and who inherited it from them – was Duncan Orme, who studied biochemistry at UCNW in the 1980s. Duncan took a sabbatical year as the Welfare Officer in the UCNW Students’ Union. It was Duncan to whom I made representation about Gwynne the lobotomist in the early summer of 1984. Duncan admitted that there was a major problem with Gwynne and tried to persuade me to drop my complaint. When I refused, Duncan crapped himself and fled (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Duncan went into NHS management and ended up as Financial Director for one of the very troubled NHS authorities in England.

Duncan Orme knew that three students had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne the lobotomist. At least. Duncan will have known of much more as well.

An excellent foundation for a career in the NHS Duncan! You ignore patient harm related to crime whilst playing at being a student politician, you get a Third and then fail your accountancy exams – of course you will become Financial Director of an NHS Authority! Because you kept your mouth shut about a bloody paedophile gang.

Sir William Mars-Jones was President of UCNW, 1982-95. Which spanned quite a few of the lobotomist and paedophile years – and the term of Duncan’s office as Welfare Officer and the first part of Duncan’s NHS career.

Duncan when you were at university, you were widely regarded as a bit of a wally, not very bright and a bit inadequate. You have now been outed as an amoral ally of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. You epitomise everything that is wrong with the NHS. I have never forgotten the time that you told me how much you enjoyed your days at Millfield School and that no matter what politics you were forced to proclaim at university, you would buy your own kids the best education that you could possibly afford. Having known two people who escaped to Millfield from the shite comprehensives of Bridgwater and who had very much happier teenage years as a result I didn’t recoil in horror at your hypocrisy because I had knew parents who watched their kids attempt suicide and took the view that this could not continue. But you knowingly assisted a paedophile gang who murdered their victims. That is a whole order of magnitude of difference from a parent who is desperately trying to stop their 12 year old from topping themselves.

I bet that you don’t use the NHS do you Duncan.

I have just popped over to Linked In and found Duncan’s latest. He’s told a porkie – he states that he was Welfare Officer in 1986. I’m fairly sure that it was 1984 – because I consulted Duncan within weeks of encountering Gwynne the lobotomist, which was in 1984. Duncan’s Linked In however does tell us that he was ‘Nightline’ co-ordinator in 1984. ‘Nightline’ was the student run and staffed helpline at UCNW. The Nightliners tended to be well motivated but, like all student helpers, often out of their depth. I do know that the Nightliners knew about Gwynne and those attempted suicides because I knew four Nightliners and they were well aware. Some Nightliners went into social work after graduation – they knew about the paedophile gang…

Here are the rewards that Duncan reaped for keeping quiet and having a father who knew William Mars-Jones:

1987-91: Financial Trainee and Principal Auditor, Royal Free Hampstead NHS Trust

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

1993-02: Head of Financial Management and Deputy Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital

2002-07: Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital NHS Trust

2008-10: Non-Executive Director, BMI Three Shires Hospital

2007-10: Director of Finance, St Andrew’s Healthcare

2010-11: Chairman of the Lighthouse Centre – ‘a rape crisis centre offering a professional service for anyone who have experienced sexual violence, whether recently or in the past, operating since 1986’.

2011-present day: Operational Director of Finance, Nottingham University Hospital; ‘Leadership of award winning finance department’.

Every NHS organisation that Duncan has worked for has had serious difficulties. He boasts that as Director of Finance at Northampton, he ‘turned around’ the service and made millions in savings. Yes, Duncan is one of those highly paid NHS conference-attending managers who whittle away at patient care – particularly mental health, learning disabilities and the elderly – whilst spending money on executive offices and bonuses for people like himself when they have ‘turned around’ services.

St Andrew’s Healthcare has been at the centre of scandal after scandal after learning disabled people have been abused or died whilst in their ‘care’.

As for Duncan’s Chairmanship of a sexual violence centre – I am tempted to quip that perhaps those who suffered at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles should try knocking at Duncan’s door, but nearly all of them are now dead…

When Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were making a lot of noise, Duncan landed his first job at the Royal Free. During the first police investigation into the existence of a possible paedophile ring in north Wales, Duncan was hiding away at Barts – where Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees had ruled the roost for decades (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). In the year that the North Wales Police found ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring, Duncan landed his job as Head of Financial Management at Northampton General Hospital. Whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took place Duncan was promoted to Deputy Director of Finance at Northampton. His nose was probably so deep in the NHS trough of plenty that he didn’t even have time to stick his head up and say ‘I Know Nuzzing…’

Once old Ronnie had given the biggest offenders a clean bill of health and the bellyaching about a cover-up had died down, the sky was the limit for Duncan…

I think that there might be more than one porkie on Duncan’s Linked In profile. Because a few years ago I googled Duncan and he was at that time Director of a very troubled scandal ridden Trust next door to Mid-Staffs – that particular part of Duncan’s career has disappeared from his Linked In details.

 Duncan’s got a yacht! But then he had the use of his dad’s yacht when he was an undergrad…

The ‘turn around’ Finance Director who made £18 million of NHS savings enjoys his gin palace moored off Anglesey.

 

The Waterhouse and Mars-Jones families will have known each other before Ronnie became a pupil of William Mars-Jones.

The Waterhouses came from Flintshire, the neighbouring county to Denbighshire, the stomping ground of the Mars-Jones’s. There was and is a lot of cross border activity between the two counties.

 

Ronnie’s dad Thomas was at one time the Vice-Chairman of the Flintshire Quarter Sessions and Ronnie mentions in his book that his own career was given a boost when he was young by the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts and Cyril Jones, a solicitor who practised in Wrexham – they were both ‘supporters’ of William Mars-Jones, who had already established himself as a lawyer.

Ronnie’s dad was a member of Holywell Urban District Council and was Chairman in the early 20th century. He was a high profile Liberal when the Liberals were the biggest party on the Council (and a very influential force in north Wales per se). Thomas was Chairman of Flintshire Education Committee, 1925-34. So he probably knew Prof J.E. Daniel, a theologian and inspector of schools in north Wales at the time (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’). J.E. Daniel’s son is the hideous Huw Daniel, who like Ronnie spent a lifetime on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and who was so looking forward to imprisoning me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles’ friends in 2004 – Huw became very angry when the case collapsed (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Can you still fit into that ludicrous General Pinochet outfit of yours Huw, because those seams and buttons were certainly straining as a result of all those dinners on the last occasion that I saw you dressed up in your gear.

Ronnie was also mates with Justice John Roch who was someone else on the Chester and Wales Circuit who wanted to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles friends in 1990 (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). On that occasion Roch had to throw out more than twelve charges against me because WHOOPS the paedophiles’ friends had lied – there was of course no action taken against anyone for perjury.

John Roch disappeared off the face of the earth – and indeed the internet – a few years ago, so I was gratified to find him mentioned in Ronnie’s book. After Roch fumed at not being able to imprison me and ignored the perjury of those giving evidence, he became Lord Justice Roch. Lord Justice John Roch has now reappeared in corners of the internet.

Lord Justice Roch might like to make a statement to the police about the bizarre events in Chester Court in 1990 when the paedophiles’ friends demanded my imprisonment for contempt of court, particularly now that I have documents in my possession demonstrating that the court and judge were changed at short notice without my barrister being informed – yet the paedophiles’ friends received a handwritten note from the Legal Dept of Gwynedd County Council explaining this to them. The note also told the paedophiles’ friends who to speak to when they arrived at the court – that person would also show them the affidavits and tell them what to say when they gave evidence. The note to the paedophiles’ friends told them to ‘familiarise’ themselves with the affidavits and evidence – which suggests that they had not seen any of it before. Further details and the names of all of the crooks involved can be found in my post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

Ahem. Just a little bit irregular I think Lord Justice Roche.

The whole scene was witnessed by the solicitor who accompanied me to court, Meleri Tudor. Meleri came with me because WHOOPS the date of the case clashed with another case that my usual solicitor had to be present at, although he was desperate not to send me into the paedophiles’ den unaccompanied. So his assistant Meleri came with me. I always liked Meleri and I very much appreciated her company, but she swore blind that the last minute change of venue and judge was just a blip – as was the fact that my barrister was not informed of this essential information. I now have documentation that shows quite clearly that there was no blip – there was corruption of the most serious sort at work.

Meleri moved on to work at another solicitor’s firm in Caernarfon shortly after the saga in Chester and the last I heard she had become a judge. On another occasion Meleri witnessed Tony Francis (Dr X) abuse process whilst he was in the witness box in Bangor Magistrates Court demanding my imprisonment. Meleri did stop him immediately and the magistrates also reprimanded him, but I remember Meleri commenting afterwards to me that ‘Francis knew exactly what he was doing and he knew that he shouldn’t have done it’.

At the time I just thought that Francis was seriously pissed off with me and had lost his rag, but since then I have acquired numerous documents written and signed by Francis in which he describes how he and others will frame me for serious offences for which there was no evidence.

I’ve got a stack of such documents Meleri, they were a bunch of lying crooks who were running the paedophile gang that you all maintained did not exist. Time to cough…

 

Not only did Ronnie’s dad reach the heights of being the High Sheriff of Flintshire in 1942, but he was  also Chairman of the County Finance Committee when the estate for Mold Crown Court was purchased. The building which currently houses Mold Law Courts was developed as a result of the efforts of T.M. Hadyn Rees, the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1974-77 (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’). The Waterhouse Inquiry was tasked with investigating the abuse of children in care during that time. Ronnie’s autobiography makes it clear that he knew Hadyn Rees. He mentions him by name and furthermore before he was Chief Exec of Clwyd County Council, Hadyn Rees was the Deputy Clerk and then Clerk of Flintshire County Council. Sir Ronnie, in his capacity as a barrister, acted for Flintshire County Council on many occasions and took instructions from Hadyn Rees.

After Hadyn Rees retired as Chief Executive of Clwyd he became a magistrate.

Ronnie’s book mentions that he attended a dinner at the Shire Hall in Mold in 1978 – it was held in his honour by the Chairman of Clwyd County Council and was attended by ‘many north Wales friends’. Many of whom will have also been paedophiles’ friends.

There’s nothing like an independent judicial inquiry is there.

Not that Ronnie was only mates with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in north Wales – he was friends with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in west Wales as well. In May 1983 Ronnie was involved in litigation in Swansea and Carmarthen Courts brought by the Welsh Office and seven local authorities – led by Dyfed County Council – in an attempt to gain a High Court order against some travellers. There was a paedophile gang operating in Dyfed and Pembrokeshire in the 1970s and 80s. In 1980, the County Secretary of Dyfed County Council Ioan Bowen Rees moved to Gwynedd to take up the position of Chief Executive – where he did nothing about the paedophile gang operating in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

Ronnie knew the influential Flintshire farming family of paedophiles’ friend and Tory politician Beata Brookes (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’). At one point George Brookes did battle with Flintshire County Council after they ordered him to move his caravans. Ronnie noted that ‘a great deal of money was at stake for the appellant, who was a strong Conservative supporter’. Brookes had wanted to instruct Sir David Maxwell Fyfe QC (a famous homophobic Welsh judge and former Secretary of State for Wales known as Dai Bananas), but Sir David had recently metamorphosed into Viscount Kilmuir as Lord Chancellor, so George Brookes slummed it and instructed the then Viscount Hailsham QC, who was soon to be appointed First Lord of the Admiralty.

The wife and son of the Fifth Sea Lord Admiral Sir Alec Bingley – Lady Juliet Bingley and William Bingley, who worked for MIND and in William’s case the Mental Health Act Commission as well – were involved in concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ also names other very high ranking naval officers who were involved in ignoring, or concealing, serious wrongdoing associated with sexual offences against children.

Lord Hailsham was the First Lord of the Admiralty, 1956-57. So he will have known Sir Alec Bingley, Lord Louis Mountbatten and others named in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

 

William Mars-Jones was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during the war. But so many of the paedophiles’ friends served in the Royal Navy or the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve – including of course Gwynne the lobotomist…

William Mars-Jones served in Malta during the war. Sir Alec Bingley was stationed in Malta when he was Commander-in-Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet in the late 1950s/early 60s. Lady Juliet Bingley was friends with the Prime Minister of Malta and Ronnie Waterhouse knew Lt General Sir William Dobbie, the Governor of Malta, 1940-42.

 

In response to George Brookes instructing Lord Hailsham, Flintshire County Council instructed Edmund Davies QC to lead, with Ronnie as his junior. Ronnie tells us in his book that this case resulted in his highest fee to date for a single case and that there was ‘further reward’ when Brookes appealed. There was thus another magistrates hearing on a date when Hailsham and Edmund Davies were unavailable. St Asaph’s Magistrates Court heard the case in July 1955 – the Chairman of the bench was the brother of Judge David Pennant, who was a descendant of Thomas Pennant.

The Pennant family are part of the extended family of Antoinette Sandbach, the Tory MP for Eddisbury. Antoinette’s father Ian Mackeson-Sandbach was the most senior Freemason in North Wales throughout the years of failed investigations into organised child abuse in north Wales and during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Antoinette’s grandmother Geraldine Mackeson-Sandbach was the President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives. Before Antoinette became an AM and then an MP, she worked in the office of David Jones MP. For more details on the Sandbach clan, see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018′.

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

Flintshire County Council won the case against George Brookes. But there was yet another hearing in 1957. By this time Hailsham was in the Cabinet, so Brookes instructed Ted Maggary QC, later Vice-Chancellor and de facto Head of the Chancery Division. Edmund Davies was engaged elsewhere and Hadyn Rees decided that it wasn’t necessary to have a leader on the Council’s side and Ronnie acted for the Council. Ronnie doesn’t relate the outcome of this bizarre dispute involving caravans at St Asaph which involved some of the most senior lawyers in the UK, but Ronnie did note that he ‘was fortunate that Maggary proved to be a very courteous opponent’ and ‘we disposed of the case in two much shorter days’.

I suspect that a very dirty deal was done somewhere within those two short days which was why the big names made themselves scarce. I doubt that George Brookes spent all that money for nothing and knowing how the paedophiles’ friends conduct business, this saga over the caravans at St Asaph which involved none other than Lord Hailsham could hold the key as to why Beata Brookes – a universally loathed old bag – ended up as the leading female Tory politician in Wales despite no-one wanting her in that position.

Beata Brookes was a social worker before her ascent upwards into the higher echelons of the paedophiles’ friends and her gaining numerous positions of responsibility in the health and social care services in north Wales.

 

Ronnie’s dad, being prominent in Flintshire County life, will have known Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, President of UCNW, 1947-82 (preceding William Mars-Jones), Deputy Lieutenant of Flintshire, a magistrate, a member of Flintshire County Council and much more besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Lord Kenyon’s adult son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known by the social services to be sexually using at least one underaged boy in the care of Clwyd County Council’s Social Services. On one occasion in 1979 Thomas spent the night in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham with the boy and took compromising photos of them together. The following morning Thomas made a complaint of theft against the boy on the grounds that the photos and Thomas’s clothes had disappeared. Thomas was quite clear when he called the police with regard as to why he had spent the previous night in bed with a boy in care. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no action. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died of an HIV related condition in 1993.

Ronnie knew Lord Kenyon as well. In his book Ronnie mentions chatting to him in 1984 at the annual dinner for old students of Ruthin School in north Wales.

 

Ronnie and his network were able to show a great degree of tolerance in the face of sexual transgression. In 1945 Ronnie’s parents were looking for a suitable Liberal Parliamentary candidate for Flintshire and one of Ronnie’s duties was to drive the candidate about. Ronnie explained in his book that one day as Ronnie was driving, the candidate had the ‘impertinence and stupidity to make an unambiguous homosexual advance’. Ronnie stated in his autobiography that if he’d have told his father, the candidate would have been disowned. Ronnie doesn’t provide a very convincing explanation as to why he didn’t tell his father that a gay groper was being fielded as the Liberal candidate, but he does mention that the seat was won by the Tory Nigel Birch.

However, perhaps Ronnie didn’t need to tell his father. Ronnie admitted that ‘our candidate’s proclivities were quite well known when he stood again for Parliament, this time in Anglesey against the popular Cledwyn Hughes’. Lord Cledwyn was a loyal paedophiles’ friends for decades – he was also mates with Glenys Kinnock’s parents and was one of those who inducted the Windbag into Welsh Labour politics.

Ronnie doesn’t mention the gay groper’s name, but it’s not rocket science to work out that it was John William Hughes. Obviously a Ron Davies situation (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). ‘Well of course if we’d have known we’d have acted immediately.’

There is a great deal of ‘not knowing’ in north Wales, as the social anthropologist Isabel Emmett observed in her 1964 work ‘A North Wales Village: A Social Anthropological Study’ (see post ‘How No-One Knew About Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’). Not that even Isabel Emmett could have predicted the mass outbreak of not knowing that afflicted north Wales when Ronnie Chaired that Inquiry.

 

Ronnie and his dad weren’t the only red hot networkers. Ronnie’s Uncle Horace did pretty well. Horace sat on the Holywell Urban District Council and was also a member of the English Congregational Church in Holywell. The Waterhouses were a well known Congregationalist family in north east Wales (Ronnie’s dad was a deacon in the Tabernacle Church) – as were the Mars-Jones’s.

Ronnie’s Uncle Sidney trained for the Congregationalist ministry at the Lancashire Independent College in Manchester and subsequently worked as a Minister in Hemel Hempstead and in East Sussex. The Waterhouses had branches of the family in England – Ronnie’s dad was from a big family and the siblings had scattered all over the place. Ronnie married the daughter of an influential Birmingham family.

Ronnie was a lay preacher from the age of 17. He had been invited to fulfil the role by the father of his friend J. Gwynne Williams. J. Gwynne Williams later became the Professor of Welsh History at UCNW and the Vice-Principal, as well as the President of the National Library of Wales and Chairman of University of Wales Press. His father was the supervising Minister of the Welsh Wesleyian Methodist Church circuit at Holywell.

Ronnie’s sister went to Howells School, Denbigh, a popular independent school for girls in north Wales. The actress Nerys Hughes went there (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’) as did many other well known people from north Wales. The Mars-Jones’s lived in a village just outside of Denbigh and will have known many alumni of Howells School.

Ronnie’s sister extended the influence of Ronnie and the gang. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia worked for the BBC intermittently throughout her life – her first job with them was as a producer for ‘Woman’s Hour’ – and she also worked for ‘Vogue Export Book’, the ‘Daily Express’ and ‘Time and Tide’, which was owned and edited by Lady Rhondda. Sylvia married John Thompson, a journalist on ‘The Observer’.

Ronnie’s brother Stuart was active in the Liberal Party and stood as a Liberal Parliamentary candidate.

 

When he was young Ronnie Waterhouse was not only active in the Labour Party but stood as a Labour Parliamentary candidate on a number of occasions. William Mars-Jones stood as the Labour candidate for West Denbighshire in the 1945 General Election.

Ronnie was the Labour candidate for West Flintshire in the late 1950s. He knew Bessie Braddock, a fearsome battleaxe who was a leading light in Liverpool Council and then the Labour MP for Liverpool Exchange, 1945-70. Bessie Braddock was hated by many in Gwynedd because of her lack of sympathy and insulting behaviour regarding Welsh protests over the flooding of Capel Celyn in 1965 to form the Tryweryn Reservoir to supply water to Liverpool. At the time of the Tryweryn protests dear old Dafydd was a medical student in Liverpool, masquerading as a Welsh freedom fighter and was popping across to Ireland to learn at the knee of some IRA activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’). So Dafydd wasn’t one of those involved in Welsh activism who refused to resort to violent means. Neither did his fellow activists know that in his day job Dafydd was busy cultivating the friendship of corrupt English professionals in Liverpool whom he relied upon very heavily in later life (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

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Whilst campaigning, Ronnie shared a platform with Nye Bevan in East Flintshire and he noted in his book that paedophiles’ friend Baroness Eirene White (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) was ‘always helpful and generous’. At one point Ronnie was joined on the campaign trail in north Wales by Barbara Castle, who made a ‘rousing speech’ in Rhyl.

In 1963 Ronnie was shortlisted as the Labour candidate for Wolverhampton North East via the help of Denis Howell, the Birmingham Labour MP who was famously the Minister for Snow, Floods, Drought and then Sport under Harold Wilson. Ronnie lost out to Renee Short, who in later life proved herself to be a loyal paedophiles’ friend in the Commons (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). The other candidate was Martin Ennals,  brother of paedophiles’ friend Lord David Ennals (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). During the years in which he led Amnesty International, Martin Ennals managed to ignore some dreadful things – such as the framing and wrongful imprisonment of the Birmingham Six.

Ronnie was involved in the Labour campaigns in West Flintshire in 1964 and in East Flintshire in 1966.

In 1969 Ronnie stood for selection as the Labour candidate for Wrexham against Tom Ellis – Ronnie’s sponsor was the Wrexham solicitor Stanley Williams. By 1969 there was an abusive regime at Bryn Estyn at Wrexham and John Allen had just established the Bryn Alyn Community nearby. Tom Ellis was the Labour MP for Wrexham from 1970 and in 1981 he joined Dr Death and the gang in the SDP (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’).

All the local solicitors and MPs knew about the abuse of children at Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn.

Ronnie had yet another stab at getting into Parliament in 1970 when he stood for selection as the Labour candidate for East Flintshire. On that occasion Ronnie was supported by the TGWU and Tom Jones, the Wales regional TGWU organiser (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’), but he lost out to Barry Jones who was subsequently elected. Lord Baz as he now is had a background in teaching and the NUT and has been a loyal paedophiles’ friend over many years (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

Friendships across the political divide are not unusual, but Ronnie took this to the limit. His autobiography names scores of politicians – Liberal, Labour, defectors to the SDP and Tory, with whom he was very friendly. He was even on good terms with a few Communists and members of the Redgrave dynasty. As long as they wielded a bit of power and influence they were OK by Ronnie.

Ronnie didn’t become involved with the Labour Party until 1952 – when he was at Cambridge he was in the Cambridge University Liberal Society and made many friends there. His closest friend was Sir Robin Day and of course with Robin Day came friendships with a host of media folk. Ronnie knew many other Liberals as well – including Eric Lubbock aka Lord Avebury (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’), Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and Clement Freud. His memories of Jeremy were that he was an ‘elegant old Etonian’, who ‘played the violin’ and was impressively close to the Lloyd George clan. Whereas most of us remember Jeremy best for standing trial for conspiring to kill his gay lover.

Ronnie and William Mars-Jones were very friendly with Lord Emlyn Hooson, another member of the Chester and Wales Circuit and Liberal MP for Montgomery, 1962-79. Alex Carlile was a member of Hooson’s Chambers – the Alex Carlile who stopped asking awkward questions about Mary Wynch and then picked up a peerage a few years later. The Hoosons were neighbours of the Mars-Jones’s in Gray’s Inn and the Hoosons’ Montgomeryshire home was close enough to Ronnie’s other friends and hang outs for him to be a regular visitor.

Emlyn Hooson was involved in the secret inquiry which was held into Jeremy Thorpe years before Thorpe stood trial for conspiracy to murder Norman. Hooson was told quite clearly by Norman Scott and a Welsh friend of Norman’s who knew Hooson that Jeremy had been a very, very naughty boy indeed whilst he was being elegant and impressing people with his violin playing (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Hooson professed to have been horrified at Jeremy’s activities but no-one removed Jeremy from the leadership of the Liberal Party and when years later Justice Cantley, the presiding judge at Jeremy’s trial, hurled invective at Norman, Hooson didn’t say a word. Hooson remained silent when Jeremy was acquitted.

 

When Ronnie was at Cambridge, Glyn Tegai Hughes was President of the Liberal Club, who became another mate of Ronnie’s. Tegai Hughes stood as the Liberal candidate for Denbigh in 1950, 1955 and 1959. Tegai Hughes became Warden of Gregynog. Gregynog is a mansion in Powys originally owned by sisters Gwendoline and Margaret Davies, who donated it to the University of Wales in 1960 for use as a conference and arts centre. The Davies sisters were wealthy women who accumulated an impressive art collection. Ronnie’s parents knew their brother Lord David Davies of Llandinam, the Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire, 1906-29 and who was a visitor to the Waterhouse family home.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that everyone who stood for election or who was elected for Denbigh remained silent about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Nearly everybody in Denbigh were employed in jobs that were dependent upon the North Wales Hospital. There were hundreds of people banged up in there being abused but they did not have votes. The patient batterers and paedophiles’ friends did. Isn’t that right Dafydd/Paul Flynn/Ieuan Wyn Jones/Robyn Lewis and the rest of you who said not a word about the horror just a mile or so away from the town as you stuffed leaflets through people’s letter boxes emblazoned with you wearing a rosette. Not so much ‘if you want a nigger for a neighbour vote Labour’, but if you want a murderous paedophile for a neighbour vote for absolutely any of this lot, their lips are sealed.

 

I have mentioned that Mars-Jones was an enthusiastic member of the Garrick – Ronnie was also a member. As was Robin Day – Day lunched at the Garrick daily and sat on the executive committee – and of course numerous high profile people from the worlds of law and entertainment. Much of Ronnie’s life revolved around the Garrick and its members.

In 1952 Justice Croom-Johnson recommended that Ronnie should join the Garrick. In 1958 Malcolm Morris QC ‘urged’ Ronnie to join – I very much doubt that Ronnie had ignored Croom-Johnson’s advice, I suspect that the waiting list was long and that the Garrick wasn’t tripping over itself to let Ronnie in at that point. In 1962 Robin Day was allowed through the door and arranged for Ronnie to be proposed as a member by ITN editor Sir Geoffrey Cox. Ron was elected as a member in 1964. Ronnie loved the Garrick so much that when he retired and sold his London home – he wasn’t homeless, he still had a country seat in Herefordshire – if he and his wife were in London (which was frequently, there were all those important people to hobnob with after all, even in retirement and the Savoy is not to be found in Herefordshire) they lived at the Garrick for a ‘very reasonable’ rent.

Ronnie’s notion of what constitutes accommodation was flexible. The Garrick suited him and Lady Waterhouse down to the ground, but he did mention in the Waterhouse Report that children ‘leaving care’ at the age of 16 in north Wales were housed in ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Was the unsuitable accommodation a bit damp perhaps? Unheated? Er, no. According to the former kids in care, the ‘unsuitable accommodation’ in question were brothels. They left ‘care’ and were trafficked to brothels in London and Brighton. Which for the purposes of the Waterhouse Report doubled up as ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Furthermore if Ronnie really believed that those kids weren’t housed in the unsuitable accommodation until they were 16, he’s even thicker than I’ve given him credit for. They’ll have been sent to the unsuitable accommodation when they were 14 or 15 – or as soon as they had been beaten and raped into submission and Dafydd et al could be reassured that they had given up trying to escape or complaining to the police about what was happening.

But then Dafydd told people that I had lived in his ‘therapeutic community’ after he had unlawfully imprisoned me in Bryn Golau Ward with victims of the paedophile gang. Dafydd: Brown and me did have a really good laugh at that. And an even bigger laugh when, Ronnie Waterhouse-style, Dafydd’s partners in crime at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital – who admitted in writing that Dafydd was sexploiting the patients and that they suspected that Tony Francis might have been as well – obediently repeated to each other that Dafydd had really tried with me, I had even been in a therapeutic community, so that just showed that I was a complete recidivist.

 

Hanging out at the Garrick was certainly good for name-dropping purposes. Ronnie mentioned in his book that he found himself dining next to Kingsley Amis. The one who wrote ‘The Old Devils’… In May 1990, Ronnie attended a particularly big knees-up at the Garrick held for paedophiles’ friends Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe. The Commons speaker Bernard Weatherill attended and the booze up was presided over by Ronnie’s Cambridge friend Lord Jenkin of Roding aka Patrick Jenkin. Ronnie’s Cambridge buddy Peter Cooper was there.

Peter Cooper was someone who nearly came a cropper on life’s journey. Cooper had been ‘personal assistant’ to Sir Edward Hulton and Lord Tim Beaumont, but he then rashly ‘joined Sir Bernard Audley who established the market research company AGB Research plc’. AGB Research was acquired by Robert Maxwell and as with anything acquired by Cap’n Bob there was not a happy ending. Another one of Ronnie’s circle, Peter Jay – Jim Callaghan’s son-in-law – was the Cap’ns Chief of Staff, but Ronnie stresses that Jay parted company from the Cap’n in 1990. When the Cap’n went overboard and the missing millions became obvious, Peter Jay and Peter Cooper were able to reassure everyone that they knew nuzzing.

Ronnie and his friends were often at the scene of unfortunate events concerning money. Ronnie was treasurer for Middle Temple for many years and somehow in 1995 funds from Middle Temple found their way into a dodgy Bulgarian bank. Then a great deal of Middle Temple’s money was lost when Baring’s bank collapsed.

 

Another memorable celebration at the Garrick was held in 2001, to celebrate Alan King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday. King-Hamilton was the notoriously obnoxious old judge who presided over Peter Hain’s trial and insulted Peter Hain, when someone many years ago – widely presumed to be the security services – tried to fit Peter Hain up for robbing a bank. Which was about as convincing as the poison pen letter which was sent to the authorities at De Montfort University stating that Brown was a ‘known paedophile’ who had ‘committed many offences’ when he worked at Aston University, but had never been caught – so he wasn’t a ‘known’ paedophile then was he Dafydd/Elfed/Martin??? (see post ‘A Nasty, Ludicrous Poison Pen Letter’).

I’ll say that for Dafydd and the paedophiles, they’ve probably taken at least 10 years off my life with stress, but they have provided me and my friends with a great deal of entertainment.

Guests at King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday included paedophiles’ friends the Onslows (I think that might have been Michael Onslow aka Viscount Cranley and his wife), Michael and Christina Mates and Jeremy and Verna Hanley. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia and her husband John Thompson also attended. Entertainment was provided by those lame old wallies Kit and the Widow, who used to be given much air time on Radio 4. If I was Kit and the Widow I’d be really worried if I was considered to be suitable as the cabaret for the 100th birthday celebrations of a biased judge and his crooked circle of paedophiles’ friends. Jeremy Hanley knew that Sir Peter Morrison was a child molester because he told Gyles Brandreth.

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The Duke of Edinburgh is or was the Patron of the Garrick and Ronnie loved it when Phil the Greek and the other Royals turned up.

 

Ronnie’s autobiography supplies the details of some of the trials that he was involved in, including many in which Mars-Jones also played a part. Ronnie and his colleagues were certainly adept in the art of moving goalposts/flexing boundaries.

 

In 1952 Ronnie was the prosecuting barrister in a north Wales case in which his father was one of the JPs. Normally of course this would be considered completely unacceptable, but this is Ronnie and his dad who we’re talking about. No problem!!!

Another 1952 case involving Ronnie as Counsel but this time as defence took place in London. (Mars-Jones and Ronnie worked out of Mars-Jones’s London chambers but they did a huge amount of court work in north Wales among their family and friends.) Ronnie was defending a medical student at Westminster Hospital on theft charges. The medical student had got pissed, broke into the nurses’ hostel and then stolen a purse. The charges were burglary and breaking and entering with intent to steal. Ronnie contacted the Dean of the Medical School and they both agreed that although this young man really had gone a bit far, he was after all a young doctor in the making so what he didn’t wasn’t the sort of burglary and breaking and entering that plebs indulge in and well the purse had definitely gone missing and it did rather look as though he had stolen it, but it’s not really stealing is it. As for the nurse to whom he’d broken into the building to gain access, well she was most upset but the dizzy little thing probably didn’t know her own mind….

I suspect that there may have been a few incidents of this nature during Dafydd’s student days. Only Dafydd would have probably been found stark naked in the hostel as well as drunk. Not that we need to speculate about Dafydd’s youth to understand how Ronnie was able to see the good side of people. At one point in the Waterhouse Report Ronnie notes that ‘apart from the sexual assaults’ there was no evidence of violence on the part of John Allen – there was, a number of witnesses described John Allen’s explosive rages and violent assaults, but Ronnie dismissed them as liars. Furthermore Ronnie noted that John Allen was kind and generous to the boys in his care when he was told that John Allen was paying boys to have sex with him and purchased certain boys – described by the other kids in Bryn Alyn as ‘Allen’s bum boys’ – motorbikes and hifi systems.

John Allen is currently serving his third prison sentence for sexual assaults on children.

In the late 1980s when I told Jeff Crowther, the nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, that Dafydd was sexually exploiting female patients, Jeff told me that one needed evidence and although there were many stories of this nature about Dafydd, no-one had any evidence. I told Jeff that there were young female patients living in Dafydd’s house with him and that this was common knowledge. Jeff told me that a lot of people thought that Dafydd was a kind man who offered a home and employment to patients.

Jeff: Dafydd only offered homes and jobs to young female patients. He didn’t have 60 year old men living in Rhianfa, Talwrn with him.

Come forward Therese, the young woman who lived with Dafydd in Rhianfa in about 1994, your evidence is needed!!! How much did Dafydd pay you and what were your terms of employment?? Do you have your P45?? Therese was a lovely young woman and I am sure that if she really had a choice she would not have been living with a dandruff-covered nutter like Dafydd, but as Dafydd had complete control no-one ever found out whether she was living with him out of choice or whether he had destroyed her life by illegally imprisoning her in the dungeon at Denbigh and then made her the generous offer of bed n board.

 

As the proverbial fighting drunken tramps say to each other – you want a scrap Top Doctors?? Caaaame on…. I have many, many more such memories, so you just continue to tell us all that the only problem with the NHS is ‘low pay’ and ‘resources’.

 

Ronnie wasn’t one for questioning the very obviously flawed legal system within which he worked even in cases which ended in death. In 1954, paedophiles’ friend Edmund Davies QC (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Mars-Jones and Ronnie were prosecuting at the murder trial of 25 year old Ronald Harries at Carmarthen Assizes. Harries stood accused of the murder of his second cousins after they disappeared and Harries was the last person to see them. Harries maintained that he had driven them to Carmarthen Station where they caught a train for London, where they were then due to go forward elsewhere for a holiday. Ronnie explained in his book that it was the super-sleuthing of a Detective Superintendent Capstick of Scotland Yard who led the investigation that resolved the case. Capstick organised a search party of 400 farmers over an area of 80 square miles. The bodies of the missing couple were found some seven months after they had disappeared in a ‘part of a field where the kale had been planted upside down’.

How exactly does one plant kale upside down? If, after burying the bodies, Harries had planted the kale upside down – presumably he was the village idiot – with the leaves in the soil and the roots sticking up above the ground, the kale would have died within hours and not been in any fit state to conceal two corpses.

Sir Cecil Havers – whose son Michael years later as Attorney General blocked the prosecution of the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman for child sex offences – presided over the trial and Ronnie noted that a crowd of 5000, ‘mostly women’, cheered the outcome and booed Ronald Harries as he was led away to Swansea Prison.

The Case of The Upside Down Kale went to the Court of Appeal – I cannot think why, it was obviously a rock solid case – but fortunately that bastard Harries lost the appeal. The appeal was lost on the strength of ‘Capstick’s excellent report of his investigation’ which accompanied Ronnie’s brief.

Ronald Harries was hanged. That’ll teach him to plant kale upside down.

Presumably the Case of the Upside Down Kale is another one of those classics in the annals of Welsh law, along with the imprisoning of the Rev Emyr Owen of Tywyn in 1985 for cutting the penises off corpses, feeding one penis to the seagulls and injecting the other penises with hot water to make them stand up all erect-like. No severed penises were found, no corpses sans penises were produced and furthermore anyone with A level biology knows that you couldn’t induce an erection in a severed penis, by hot water or anything else. Who was the prosecuting barrister who told the court this nonsense? Step forward Huw Daniel. Now Huw, as a former biology teacher, let me explain that a penis needs to have a blood supply to become erect. Even your penis, if it were chopped off and injected with fluid, would not become erect. If indeed it ever does anyway even when it is connected to its blood supply. You might not have liked the Rev Emyr because he was dangerously gay and as a Minister and Sheriff of Caernarfon Crown Court he will have found out what the rest of you were up to, but whatever he was guilty of it was not what you told the court and for which he went to prison.

 

Ronnie was happy to stress that those in his Chambers didn’t need a body to know that someone had been murdered and indeed to work out how the ‘orrible murder had been committed. After Ronald Harries got the chop, a Polish man was convicted of the murder of his business partner at Carmarthen Assizes. There was no trace of any body and no evidence, but the Pole was a Bad Lot and everyone knew that he’d done it. Furthermore they knew how – he’d fed his partner to the pigs. You can’t argue with that. The prosecuting Counsel was Esyr Lewis, for Mars-Jones.

Esyr Lewis also gets a mention in Adam Mars-Jones’s book as a friend and neighbour of his father’s in Gray’s Inn. As a child Esyr lived in south Wales but the family moved to the north of England when he was ten. He served in the Intelligence Corps in the late 1940s. Esyr Lewis became a Deputy High Court judge.

 

In Feb 1958 Ronnie was the prosecuting counsel in a rape case at Chester Assizes – Justice Salmon was presiding and Emlyn Hooson was defending. The alleged rape had taken place in Flintshire. Ronnie noted that the alleged victim was a ‘pretty bus conductress’ and the accused ‘a less than attractive Italian immigrant’. The pretty bus conductress had left a dance with the less than attractive Italian immigrant and it was alleged that he’d raped her in a car. It was stated that the pretty bus conductress was a virgin. The problem that everybody had was that the car was considered to be too small to be the scene of a rape so there was speculation as to whether the pretty bus conductress had just regretted losing her honour to an Iti. Ronnie remarked that Justice Salmon – an ‘excellent judge’ – summed up and cast the seeds of doubt in the jury’s mind. The Iti was acquitted and the next day the pretty conductress threw herself in the River Dee and drowned.

Well Ronnie and Justice Salmon were so upset. Ronnie stressed to the readers of his book that Justice Salmon was ‘liberal and humane’ and ‘deeply affected’ by the suicide of the pretty bus conductress. Was Justice Salmon so deeply affected that he thought ‘Christ I’ve really screwed up there, I don’t want to make another mistake like that again’, resigned and then spent the rest of his life working for the Benevolent Society for Pretty Bus Conductresses Who Have Been The Victims Of Sexual Violence? No. Justice Cyril Salmon continued his career and ended up as a Lord of Appeal. Just like John Roch.

 

There were some colourful characters in north Wales. In his autobiography Ronnie explains that on one occasion he breakfasted with William Lloyd George, brother of David, THE Lloyd George. Ron enjoyed this treat whilst he was staying with William Lloyd George’s son, William Lloyd George junior, known as Wyl bach. Ronnie remembered that in the mid 1960s a judge at Chester Assizes was going to criticise Wyl bach in a civil case. So William Lloyd George senior ‘was trundled into Court the next day where he sat glaring at the judge, who was so incredulous to see this living embodiment of history that his nerve failed him and the criticisms were left unspoken’.

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When Ronnie appeared in court alone, his ‘staple diet’ was personal injury cases, often for steel workers in south Wales, miners in north Wales or members of the TGWU. By the time that Ronnie was Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry, the TGWU represented many health and social care workers.

Ronnie went one better than representing the TGWU members though. One of the solicitor’s firms which sent a lot of work Ronnie’s way was Russell Jones and Walker – who acted for the Police Federation as well as steel workers.

Ronnie undertook a lot of divorce work. So he’ll know about the Top Doctor in north Wales who gave medical evidence against his own wife, declaring her mad and unfit to have custody of the children. The Top Doctor gained custody although he had neither the time or inclination to look after the children and he hired a series of patients as nannies to look after them. His wife had left him for one of his patients, a man called Harry, who was found hanging dead after she lost custody of the children (see post ‘He Knew Far, Far Too Much’).

What was the Top Doc’s name now?? Er, a very Welsh name… Dr Ieuan Wyn Finlay??? Dr Iorwerth Jekyll??? Dr Gwilym Frankenstein??? Cannot think who it might have been…of course Ronnie might not remember the case, after all a Top Doc’s wife running away with one of his patients and then him hanging himself after she loses custody of the kids because the Top Doc has given psychiatric evidence against her is an everyday occurrence.

I expect that the Top Doc involved was a kindly man who just wanted to provide employment as nannies for some of his patients. Of course, once his wife had moved out there’d be space in the bed for a few more people as well.

Croseo i Rhianfa, employment agency and homeless shelter for nubile young women.

Sometimes I wonder if readers in England might think that I’m just making all this up. Now that I’m writing it down I can see just how extraordinary it is. No wonder ‘no-one knew’, it’s just the sort of thing that no-one would ever notice isn’t it.

 

Ronnie appeared regularly at Caernarfon Crown Court when he was a barrister, as of course did Mars-Jones. In Nov 1975 Mars-Jones was involved in a trial at Caernarfon in which defendant Norman Owen was accused of influencing a jury in a previous trial. Owen was defended by Ronnie’s mate Peter Weitzman QC. Even Ronnie admitted that the evidence against Owen was indisputable and Owen was found guilty and imprisoned. However everyone received quite a surprise when the conviction was quashed at a subsequent appeal Chaired by Lord Justice Lawton on the grounds that according to Lawton the crime with which Norman Owen was charged no longer existed. Ronnie and his colleagues were thrown into a state of confusion – because at the time that Norman Owen was charged and stood trial, the crime most definitely existed…

 

In my post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ I discussed the 1993 trial of Derek Hatton and two other Liverpool City Councillors which Ronnie presided over at Mold Crown Court. The trial was part of a much bigger police investigation into local authority corruption, Operation Cheetah, which was derailed when Ronnie acquitted Degsy and his mates. I wondered why the trial of three Liverpool City Councillors on fraud charges involving Liverpool City Council took place in Mold. Ronnie explains in his autobiography that the trial was held at Mold so as to be without prejudice. Whereas Ronnie had previously presided over the trial of Ken Dodd for tax evasion in Liverpool, Ken Dodd’s home town and the base of Ken Dodd’s fan club…

Ronnie’s book mentions that Sir Rodney Klevan QC, who defended Derek Hatton at the 1993 trial in Mold, defended in many high profile cases of murder and fraud. Sir Rodney successfully defended the ex-Liverpool goalkeeper Bruce Grobbelaar on bribery charges in 1997. Sir Rodney was leader of the Northern Circuit, 1992-95. So he was leader of the Northern Circuit shortly after his fellow judge on the Northern Circuit Sir John Kay issued an injunction against me from the High Court in Leeds of all places on the basis of the perjury of two colleagues of the paedophile gang, one of whom had never met me and one of whom had met me twice (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

What I didn’t realise until I read Ronnie’s autobiography was that by the time Ronnie acquitted Derek Hatton and his colleagues, Ronnie was already experienced in handling trials of Liverpool City Councillors facing corruption charges. In April 1978 Ronnie and Mars-Jones were involved in a trial in Liverpool in which Councillors stood accused of corruption, when it was discovered that the jury had received copies of the official report on the case compiled by a senior police officer. In such circumstances there should have been a retrial, but somehow Ronnie and Mars-Jones persuaded the judge Derek Hodgson not to order a retrial. The defendants were acquitted.

Sir Derek Hodgson was a Law Commissioner and the Chairman of the Howard League for Penal Reform. In his capacity as a High Court judge, he was very generous to a number of defendants, some believed rather rashly so. He failed to imprison a number of people who had committed brutal assaults and murders. Sir Derek did however deal very harshly with one defendant – Winston Silcott in 1987, when Hodgson was presiding over the trial of those accused of killing Keith Blakelock. Hodgson was aware that the alleged confession of Silcott was unsupported by other evidence, but Silcott was convicted and described as ‘evil’ by Hodgson after conviction. In 1991 Silcott was released on appeal after it was accepted that his confession had been forged by the police.

 

Ronnie’s ‘useful vehicle’ on the circuit was his steady supply of work in defending men who were under 24 and charged with unlawful sexual intercourse with a girl under 16 but over 12. Some of those cases will have involved young men having sex with their girlfriends who were not quite 16. Other cases will have been the rape of girls of 13. In the light of Ronnie’s comments and conduct at the Waterhouse Inquiry I don’t like to think of what went on in those cases with Ronnie on the loose. Ronnie’s book tells us that with regard to such cases, Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest, the Lord of Appeal, was ‘at the summit’ of these cases in Caernarfonshire, wheras Lord Aberconway, the 2nd Baron, was ‘at the base’. Lord Aberconway had been the PPS to David Lloyd-George and was Chairman of the shipbuilders John Browne and Co and according to Ronnie was good enough to ‘weep sympathetically’ as pleas were made in mitigation. It was Lord Aberconway who was at such a loss in court that his summing up had to be prepared for him by the clerk of the peace as the case progressed and would then be handed up to him at the appropriate moment.

Another of the elements of the staple diet for Ronnie and his colleagues at the Quarter Sessions pre the 1967 breathalyser was drink driving charges. Ronnie noted that junior barristers became so good at ensuring that people were acquitted that further legislation was introduced.

 

The Chairman of Flint Magistrates, Alderman H.R. Thomas, was a longstanding Liberal friend of Ronnie’s dad. Therefore the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts proposed that it should be Ronnie who would make repeated applications for a licence to sell alcohol at the New Hotel in Flint. It took a long time but the New Hotel did eventually get its licence thanks to Ronnie. The Ronnie who grew up in a family who prided themselves on being temperance and who displayed their certificate testifying to 100 years of abstinence on the wall inside their house. It was of course up to Ronnie as to whether he kept up the family tradition of temperance or not. But the logic of Kerfoot-Roberts was exactly that of whoever decided that Ronnie was to Chair the Waterhouse Inquiry – this is a man with no principles at all who is related to, or friends with, all the interested parties. He’s the man for us.

One Liverpool brewery called, most appropriately, Bents, also employed Ronnie…

 

In 1980 Ronnie presided over the Moriah Chapel case in Caernarfon – the Calvinist Methodist Chapel of Wales sued some building contractors after the Chapel burnt down. Ronnie’s mates Emlyn Hooson and David Clarke were acting as counsel. No-one seemed to know why the chapel had burnt down – it was yet another one of those inexplicable fires in north Wales – although the defence ventured an interesting theory that a bird had entered the chapel, picked up a cigarette butt, had flown around with this dog end and set the chapel alight. In the midst of the mysterious fire and the outlandish theories as to how the fire had started, after considering the case carefully Ronnie declared that whatever the cause of the fire, it had obviously been the fault of the building contractors and he therefore found in favour of the Calvinist Methodist Church, for which I am sure that the Calvinists were most grateful.

Mervyn Phillips was the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1977-92, whilst the paedophile gang made merry in the Council’s children’s homes. Mervyn was extensively involved with the Welsh Calvinist Methodists, as well as a great many other things (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinist Methodists’). Of course Ronnie will have known Mervyn.

 

In Feb 1983 Ronnie was involved in a ‘gruesome murder case’ at Caernarfon for which Ronnie’s knowledge of the socio-economic and linguistic backdrop of north Wales proved invaluable.  The defendant’s first language was Welsh and he had exercised his right to have his trial heard in Welsh. The defendant had every right to do this and people in Wales fought long and hard for this right. Neither would such a request have been at all unusual in Caernarfon. No-one actually told the defendant that he couldn’t have his trial heard in Welsh – that would have been breaking the law and Ronnie et al would never do that – but it seems that no-one tried very hard to ensure that he understood the proceedings, which it would seem were in, er, English. Ronnie wasn’t that concerned because he pointed out that the defendant had been held at Risley Remand Centre ‘for so long’ that ‘he had become accustomed to speaking English rather than Welsh’. Ronnie observed that after the trial which was held in a foreign language the defendant was ‘rightly convicted of murder’ and sentenced to life imprisonment.

In 1983, the screws at Risley Remand Centre were notorious for inflicting gratuitous violence upon the inmates; for refusing to ensure that Welsh speaking inmates could understand what was being said; and for doing deals with corrupt police officers and lawyers in which prisoners were framed. Prisoners knew when this might be going on because they found that they were spending inordinately long periods of time in Risley, as their cases were inexplicably repeatedly adjourned or charges were altered. People I know who were in Risley spoke of hearing the screams of the other prisoners at night as they were beaten up by the warders and one man whom I met in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh described how he was sharing a cell with a suicidal man who began his final successful suicide bid when they were in the cell together. The Denbigh patient rang and rang for the warders but no-one answered. He then spent a considerable period of time in the cell with the corpse. I was told by other people who had been in Risley that the warders ‘never’ answered the bell no matter how serious the situation. It was policy not to answer.

Risley was the domain of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Ronnie’s book mentioned something that I was unaware of – that those providing the interpretation for Welsh language court hearings were often Nonconformist Ministers. The sort of dispossessed people from Gwynedd who ended up in the clutches of Risley Remand Centre very often spoke Welsh and spoke it far better than English but were not very good at reading and writing Welsh. They certainly would not usually have the literary proficiency in Welsh that a Nonconformist Minister would have. The difference in their abilities would often be so great that the interpreter, if he was unscrupulous, would be able to substantially mislead the defendant…

 

No wonder Huw Daniel ensured that the Rev Emyr Owen went to prison for crimes so bizarre that no-one would ever listen to a word that Emyr said again.

 

 

The head of Ronnie’s Chambers at one time was Gerald Thesiger QC, the cousin of Wilfred Thesiger, the last of the Great Imperial Explorers. Ronnie himself became head of Chambers in 1975.

Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest was another member of Ronnie’s Chambers and other tenants included John Roch, as well as Lord Gareth Williams of Mostyn – a very good friend of the paedophiles who was Attorney General under Blair, 1999-2001 (see post ‘People With Energy’) – Gerard Elias QC, who assisted old Ronnie at the Waterhouse Inquiry and Patrick Harrington. One of the juniors in the Chambers was H.J. Baxter, a County Court judge who had served as a Lt Col in the Intelligence Corps during WWII. As did a number of those who protected Dafydd and the paedophiles. Baxter shared a room in Chambers with Anthony Barrowclough, who was appointed the first Parliamentary Ombudsman in 1985.

Ronnie Waterhouse became a QC in 1969, the same year as Mars-Jones became a judge. The appointments will have been made by Lord Gerald Gardiner, Lord Chancellor under Harold Wilson.

 

William Mars-Jones’s wife Sheila was also a barrister who was a reporter for ‘The Times’ and ‘Weekly Law Reports’. Sheila was also Chair of the London Rent Tribunals.

William Mars-Jones was a good friend of paedophiles’ friend barrister Peter Thomas, Conservative MP for Conway and then Hendon South and Secretary of State for Wales throughout Ted Heath’s Gov’t (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Peter Thomas was brought up in Denbighshire.

 

Adam’s Mars-Jones reminds us in his book ‘Kid Gloves’ that his father had a reputation for hating police corruption and the porn industry. Huw Daniel had exactly the same reputation – but I know that Huw didn’t always act on his publicly pronounced principles…

Adam discusses his father’s reputation for ‘charm’ and ‘charisma’ and observes that in reality his father often behaved in a rather lame, witless way and not just in the company of his family. He noticed that nonetheless people who were not family members would continue to fall around laughing and maintain the myth that William Mars-Jones was something special when the evidence was in front of them at that very moment that he wasn’t. Adam states that it was as if his father was constantly in a game of ‘Simon Says’, except that his father didn’t need to do the ‘Simon Says’ bit – ‘he just said things and people surrendered all resistance’.

I’ve taken a bit of interest in people who are described in the sort of terms that Adam’s father was, because a number of the paedophiles’ friends – including Dafydd – were regularly described in such terms in north Wales. Now there are some people who do have charisma and charm and can dupe people, but believe me, Dafydd was not one of them. There was only one reason why no-one was prepared to discuss Dafydd’s ludicrous yet very unacceptable conduct in realistic terms – they were frightened of him because they knew that he was very, very nasty with equally nasty associates. No-one who met Dafydd really found him charming – if he was trying to be nice he was a creep and a ham and when there were no witnesses about he was frankly intimidating. People who could not deny Dafydd’s excesses took refuge in statements about him being ‘eccentric’. No, eccentric people simply pursue their own path with little regard for social convention – they don’t run sex trafficking gangs.

Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Robert Owen was described in his obituaries as ‘charming’ with an ability to ‘persuade people to do things without them realising it’. When I met Professor Owen he was indeed charming and he gave every impression of being very unhappy with what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and being determined to get to the bottom of it. That was why I agreed to the terms of his inquiry. What I didn’t know was that Professor Owen was a liar – he was a friend of Dafydd’s, a friend of Tony Francis’s, a friend of Robert Bluglass’s and indeed was well networked into the whole paedophile gang.  If I really wanted to, I could lie through my teeth and mislead people as well, but I wouldn’t mistake this for having special qualities – particularly if I was in a senior position professionally and able to end the careers of anyone who crossed my path.

It’s no great mystery Adam – they were a bunch of ruthless, white collar crooks who mixed in circles of vacuous, unprincipled, rather weak people. Your father was feared because innocent people knew that they could be framed and imprisoned and those who were Top Doctors had the ultimate weapon – when you get ill, we will not treat you no matter how serious your condition. This was what happened to me and to other people who challenged them. People were left with agonising conditions (for which the Top Docs themselves rushed straight to the opiates if they were afflicted) and were refused all care and treatment. The Top Docs have done their worst to me and good friends of mine for 30 years now – they didn’t predict that we would arrive at the place satirised in Monty Python’s Life Of Brian, where the man is about to be stoned to death for saying ‘Jehova’ and John Cleese tells him that he’ll make it worse for himself if he says ‘Jehova’ again. So the man yells ‘how can it be worse, I’m going to be stoned to death, Jehova, Jehova, Jehova’.

You idiots Top Docs – some of my friends are dead, I’ve been refused treatment for the only three serious conditions that I have ever had and was left to die on each occasion, Brown and another witness were left in agony for days when they had kidney stones and ended up piddling the stone out a la the Middle Ages and there have been repeated attempts to imprison me. So now you’ve got this blog.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova.

 

Adam’s book mentions the John Vassall spying case which severely embarrassed the Macmillan Gov’t until the Profumo Affair eclipsed it. Vassall was a gay civil servant who was blackmailed into spying for the Soviet Union for a number of years in the 1950s and 60s. Vassall worked at the Admiralty in the Naval Intelligence Division and then in the Private Office of Tam Galbraith, a Tory politician and Civil Lord of the Admiralty. After letters from Galbraith were found in Vassall’s possession, there was rumour and speculation that Galbraith and Vassall were involved sexually and that Galbraith might have shielded Vassall. A committee of civil servants investigated and cleared Galbraith but no-one was very convinced so the PM ordered another inquiry which concluded that no-one at all in any senior position had assisted Vassall.

Earlier in his career Tam Galbraith had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve along with the best of them…

Tam Galbraith was the Tory MP for Glashow Hillhead, 1948-82. His death triggered the by-election which saw paedophiles’ friend and mentor to Tony Blair Roy Jenkins became the SDP member for Hillhead.

 

After he was released from prison in 1972, John Vassall changed his name and lived in St John’s Wood – which was where Ronnie Waterhouse lived – and worked for a firm of solicitors at Gray’s Inn. Mars-Jones was a member of Gray’s Inn and lived in a Gray’s Inn apartment. Vassall died after suffering a heart attack on a London bus. In Nov 1996. Just after Ronnie opened the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

After William Mars-Jones died, when Adam sorted through his possessions he found a few memorable objects. One was a gift that a defendant had given William after William had successfully defended him on charges related to crimes involving steel, although the evidence against the defendant had been substantial. The defendant had sent Mars-Jones a gift made of steel engraved with the slogan ‘in appreciation of the preservation of my stainless character’. Adam also found an over-the-top Christmas card that Sheikh Ahmad Yamani, the Saudi oil Minister, had given William Mars-Jones in 1984. Adam was perplexed because he was unaware that his father had known Sheikh Yamani.

Sheikh Yamani does however seem to have had a few dealings with people in Wales. George Thomas became friendly with him in 1977 and the Sheikh subsequently flew Thomas and Thomas’s dodgy money lender friend Julian Hodge around in the Sheikh’s private jet (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

William Mars-Jones was friends with Philip Yorke, the last ‘squire’ of Erddig, the stately home near Wrexham which is now in the hands of the National Trust.

Whereas Ronnie was Treasurer of Middle Temple, Mars-Jones was Treasurer of Gray’s Inn.

Another associate of Mars-Jones’s was Sir Edward Gardner QC. Gardner was a resident of Gray’s Inn who had the required CV – he had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve and had spent many years as a Tory MP. Gardner was for 25 years a Governor of the Thomas Coram Foundation for Children, which acted as a magnet for paedophiles’ friends.

Adam Mars-Jones mentions the Preacher of Gray’s Inn, the Rev Roger Holloway. The Rev Roger was a rather unusual Rev. Roger Holloway went to Eastbourne College and then spent his national service in Kenya during the Emergency. Roger shot a Mau Mau insurgent whom he came across in a forest at night dead and did the same to a buffalo. Holloway brought the buffalo’s head back to the UK with him and had it mounted above his bed in his London flat. Holloway spent time as a big game hunter and also worked for Pfizer as a salesman and brand manager, flogging the slimming range Limmits. In 1960 he joined the advertising agency Robert Sharpe and Partners, managing the Players and Unilever accounts. In 1963 he embarked on a long career in the wine business when he joined the Charrington United Breweries Group (later Bass Charrington). He then moved to Jardine Matheson and was MD of its wines and spirits division, 1982-88.

By this time Holloway had become actively engaged in the Church. A protégé of his friend Robert Runcie, he was ordained a priest by the Archbishop at Lambeth Palace in 1981. He served as a ‘worker-priest’ at St John’s Cathedral in Hong Kong, the Anglican church in Tokyo and at the US Central Intelligence and National Security Agency facilities in Asia.

In 1988 Holloway returned to London. As Priest-Vicar at St Margaret’s, Westminster, he took his turn at prayers in the House of Commons, where he became a favourite of the then Speaker Betty Boothroyd. He combined this role with the duties of appeals Director of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and Director of the Industrial Christian Fellowship. Holloway will have been aware of the scams within the Imperial Cancer Research Fund which erupted in the form of the Bristol Cancer Centre/Chilvers Report Scandal in 1990 (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’).

In 1997 Holloway was elected Preacher (effectively Chaplain) to Gray’s Inn, continuing in this post until his death in 2010.

William Mars-Jones knew Sir Hildreth Glyn-Jones, who had qualified as a pharmacist before practising as a barrister. Glyn-Jones was leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit in the mid-1940s and a Recorder of Cardiff in the late 1940s/early 1950s. He became a High Court judge and after he retired he became a Fellow of the Royal Pharmaceutical Society in 1975.

 

Ronnie worked with a number of junior barristers who later became even more well-known than the rest of Ronnie’s friends and colleagues. In 1977 Ronnie was working on a case with his junior Derry Irvine, who in turn rolled up with his two juniors, a Cherie Booth and a Tony Blair. Ronnie was mates with George Carman QC anyway, the crooked barrister (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’) whom Tony Blair worked for. Ronnie was good friends with Derry Irvine and Derry’s wife Alison (who later left Derry Irvine for Donald Dewar) and in 1978 Ronnie holidayed in a French chateau located near to where Alison and Derry Irvine were also holidaying.

When Ronnie nipped over to Hong Kong in 1997 for a break to relieve the tedium of listening to the witnesses during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘Mr Thomas Waterhouse – An Apology’) he ended up having tea and a chat with the Governor, one Chris Patten and his wife Lavender. Derry had a hand in organising the jaunt.

Lavender was later a Patron of Prof Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre. As if being Patron of a Centre built on the back of a research fraud committed by a paedophiles’ friend wasn’t sufficient (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’), Lavender was Patron whilst her husband was Chancellor of Oxford University – which employed Mark Williams and hosted his Centre…

 

 

Whereas William Mars-Jones was a good friend of Ronnie’s who exerted great influence in north Wales, Ronnie also had a mate who was revered and feared in south Wales – Leo Abse, the lawyer who was the Labour MP for Pontypool and then Torfaen for decades. Abse was one of Ronnie’s neighbours in north London and Ronnie was friendly enough with him to go on holiday to the south of Italy with Abse and his wife Marjory. They were joined by Thatcher’s mate Woodrow Wyatt and his wife Verushka (see post ‘An Appalling Vista’); Kingsley Amis’s wife; Roy Jenkins and Bill Rodgers; Robin Day. Peregrine Worsthorne joined in the party – he stayed at the Abse’s place.

Peregrine Worsthorne spent many years working at the Telegraph and for many years edited ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ where he published opinions that were not usually found even in ‘The Sunday Telegraph’. A memorable column of Perry’s argued that working class people should not be allowed to enter universities – this was many years before ‘widening participation’ – because it would give them a glimpse of a lifestyle to which they could never aspire and they’d become all resentful and rebellious. Before Perry points at me as a prime example, I’ll remind him that I only went off the rails when I discovered that a great many Top Docs and others were concealing organised crime. I wasn’t exactly a Conservative voter before that, but to be honest Perry, I didn’t imagine that I would ever one day publish something like this blog…

In recent years Perry has become a figure of fun because after many years of loyal service railing against homosexuality, Perry has provided detailed descriptions of his homosexual encounters at Stowe School with, I think, George Melly.

Perry defended the conduct of Pinochet’s forces in the 1973 Chilean coup, and wrote that he hoped the British Army would launch a coup in Britain if a radical minority socialist government should ever enter power.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse obviously found Sicily to his liking, he crashed out there again in 2003 with Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe and David and Anna Skeggs. Dr David Skeggs was an oncologist who studied at Oxford and Barts. He did his national service with the Royal Navy and then returned to Barts to work. Skeggs was Director of the Radiology Centre at the Royal Free Hospital, 1964-88. After Skeggs left the NHS he became Director of Radiotherapy at the private Cromwell Hospital.

In 1997, following revelations that some women with breast and cervical cancers were being given substandard radiotherapy treatments at some hospitals, Skeggs appeared on ‘Panorama’ to help draw attention to a problem which he regarded as wholly avoidable. Although Skeggs will have known that this was happening for years…

The pressure group RAGE (Radiotherapy Action Group Exposure) had been fighting for compensation for patients with radiation-induced injuries for several years, and Skeggs explained that he had decided to speak out because he felt that ‘somebody in the medical establishment has got to stand up and speak for them’. Not that Skeggs had ever done so previously.

In retirement, Skeggs directed his energies to supporting the UCL Cancer Institute Research Trust as a Trustee and, from 2006, as Chairman. He played a major role in raising £4 million for a special facility for patients taking part in clinical trials of new treatments for cancer and led the charity in developing facilities at the new UCL Cancer Institute in Bloomsbury and at the college’s Royal Free Hospital campus. Whilst he knew that the research fraud and ineffective treatment of patients was continuing.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse also took holidays with Leon and Diana Brittan.

Ronnie acquired a taste for indulgent holidays years before he joined the Cosa Nostra on a regular basis – his book mentions a ‘sybaritic summer holiday’ in the south of France that he took in 1957, with the Hoosons and Robin Day – they were joined by the BBC producer John Danvers.

 

In 1971-72 Ronnie was involved in an action for slander involving Leo Abse, in which Leon Brittan, Ronnie’s junior, was defending. Leon Brittan worked as Ronnie’s junior again in 1976 when Arthur Scargill sued the ‘Sheffield Star’ for libel.

I have blogged about Leo Abse previously – he was an unpleasant aggressive man who was a lifelong friend of George Thomas and concealed George Thomas’s child molesting ways by resorting to bribery and intimidation when necessary (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse has been the subject of an investigation into historical child abuse himself and he was someone whose writings and conduct were very obviously questionable at times, but I would imagine that as in the case of William Mars-Jones, a lot of people were just far too frightened of Abse to state the obvious.

Abse came from a legal family which also numbered among its members psychoanalysts and Top Doctors – the most famous being Danny Abse – and Abse had a big interest in psychoanalysis himself. Leo Abse did sometimes use psychoanalytic theory to make some interesting observations, but he very obviously also used the Top Docs ploy and utilised psychoanalytic theory to excuse himself or simply to throw mud at his opponents.

I have just finished reading Abse’s volume ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’. Not only does Abse extrapolate to ridiculous lengths on the basis of the limited information that Blair has made publicly available about his early life, but Abse really chucks the abuse about on the grounds of Blair and Cherie’s allegedly ‘dysfunctional’ families. This is a man who was close friends over decades with a brutal, lying child molester – but George Thomas was, Abse tells, us a pure Christian soul with noble motivations who was burdened by being gay.

A further irony is the amount of time in ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’ that Abse devotes to ‘perverts’ – he seems to be referring to sado-masochists. Give me a sado-masochist over a child molester any day Leo. Abse bangs on at length about narcissists – like Blair was at university according to Abse – who grow their hair long and wear colourful ridiculous clothes (in Blair’s case, purple loons). As I was reading this, my first thought was that long hair and colourful loons were standard issue for young people of Blair’s generation and then I remembered that one Leo Abse was well-known for his highly decorative coloured waistcoats – very nice waistcoats in fact. Abse had obviously foreseen the charges of hypocrisy – he explained that his bright waistcoats weren’t a sign of narcissism, that was just everybody else’s coloured waistcoats. No, Leo’s coloured waistcoats were a sign of him expressing his individuality and rebellion on Budget Day…

Leo continues in this vein throughout the book. Everybody else’s family traumas – even ones that aren’t the result of any perceived moral failing such as Blair’s dad’s stroke – allegedly result in damaged, deranged children who grow up to be seriously inadequate people who cannot be trusted on any matter. Even the photo that Cherie issued of her holding her own baby Leo as a newborn demonstrates that Cherie is a crazed nutter who as a mother cannot sacrifice her own needs for the sake of her baby. I too am of the opinion that Cherie is a bit mad but I didn’t draw that conclusion from Cherie having her photo taken with the new baby – I think that is a fairly popular past time among new mothers.

Leo Abse really does rival Dafydd et al in his book. Questionable psychoanalytic theory is used to discredit the actions and motives of absolutely everybody else, yet the same theory is used to put a positive spin on everything that Leo did – some of which was pretty sordid.

I did however discover something informative but deeply worrying from Leo’s book. That he was a member of the Houghton Committee, whose deliberations led to the Children Act of 1975. Anyone who has known anything about the harsh reality of the UK’s children’s/child protection services over the past few decades has looked on aghast as more and more power has been given to an endemically corrupt, chaotic state system dogged by a major problem with gangs of organised child abusers operating within its ranks. As the years pass with yet more admissions of ‘God there is one hell of a problem here and it is not with inadequate parents’ and the most dreadful first hand tales from kids who grew up in ‘care’ regarding what was done to them whilst they were in ‘care’ continue, legislative changes removing more and more rights from biological parents continue apace, with the people drafting the legislation urging that social workers and Top Doctors should be ‘listened to’. Those of us who have been on the receiving end of those professions respond by wondering whether the politicians/judges making these utterances have ever met one of the social workers or Top Docs in whose opinion they have so much faith.

 

It seems that the rot began with – or was certainly accelerated by – paedophiles’ friend Leo Abse. In 1967 Harold Wilson appointed Jim Callaghan as Home Secretary. Abse, as a result of his concern for children without two stable parents, persuaded Callaghan to establish an advisory committee to deal with this matter, with Abse as a member. Abse had previously set up an all party group of MPs ‘committed to pressurising the Home Office’ to reviewing the adoption and fostering laws.

Abse knew that at that time, fostering and adoption arrangements in the UK were ramshackle. Arrangements were frequently made privately between individuals, or by gynaecologists or hospital matrons and screening procedures by adoption societies frequently involved no more than ensuring that the prospective adoptive parents were of the desired religious denomination. I know of several instances in which mothers were undoubtedly coerced into handing over babies whom they desperately wanted to keep. Not only unmarried mothers either – I know of a case in the mid-1970s in which a pregnant woman in her late 20s from north Wales was banged up in Denbigh and then taken to the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) to give birth. The baby was unlawfully removed from her by the combined forces of her own mother, the staff of St David’s Laundry and dear old Dafydd et al. The reason? She had left her husband and refused to go back to him when her family ordered her to. This lady then spent the rest of her life as a ‘community psychiatric patient’ under the ‘care of’ the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team – as did a daughter to whom she subsequently gave birth. I knew many of the details because I was friendly with her some 17 years ago. Where is she now? She’s dead of course. She was found dead just about the time that the Waterhouse Report was published…

So Abse knew that this sort of thing was going on – rampant abuse on the part of professional people. So who did Callaghan/Abse ensure were the members of the Houghton Committee? The very people who had carried out the abuses of vulnerable pregnant women – ‘for politically correct reasons, one Tory MP…the other members all already had, as directors of social service departments or adoption societies, as paediatricians, child psychiatrists or jurists, considerable fieldwork experience in adoption’.

If Leo Abse had wanted to increase the abuses in the system he could not have done better. By the time that the Committee was established, paedophiles had infiltrated most of the social services depts in the UK and many of the gangs were linked. The Committee was Chaired by Sir William Houghton. William Houghton worked for ILEA – which had been infiltrated by paedophiles…

The Houghton Committee sat for three years, ‘taking evidence’ and then ‘produced a unanimous report’. William Houghton himself died during that time.

After Abse et al had produced their report with recommendations, Abse wanted action and quickly. So her persuaded Dr David Owen – Dr Death was still a back bencher at the time – to sponsor an Adoption Bill. According to Abse, he approached Dr Death because Dr Death had been fortunate enough to have drawn in the Private Members ballot the right to have time to introduce a bill. Not only was Dr Death up for playing ball, but Abse, Dr Death et al got their act together to such an extent that they had their legislation ready and waiting for the incoming Labour Gov’t when Heath’s administration fell. Bills usually fell by the wayside with a change of Gov’t – not this one. The incoming Labour Gov’t took it up and it reached the statute book as the Children’s Act of 1975.

 

On the basis of Abse’s account, there seems to have been a great many fortuitous events involved in all this. Abse just happened to have set up an all party group just before Jim Callaghan just happened to be appointed as Home Secretary, who just happened to be receptive to Abse’s request and then Dr Death was up for grabs as soon as Abse’s Committee of paedophiles’ friends had written their Report. Even a change of Gov’t didn’t disrupt the process – the new (Labour) Gov’t took up the Bill and within months, bingo, Abse and the paedophiles’ friends were home and dry.

 

I have no idea how many of those involved in this were ‘charmed’ by the ‘charismatic’ Leo Abse or how many were intimidated by this deeply unpleasant man into following his orders.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in 1968 and by the mid-1970s business was booming. Allen’s venture was followed by a number of other people arriving in north Wales in possession of enough money to buy isolated old buildings for use as children’s homes or residential schools. The kids housed in those establishments will have been housed there under the Children’s Act 1975…

I have previously wondered who was behind the business model which underpinned the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom. John Allen came from Ipswich in Suffolk, so he had been on the turf of Dr J.G. Howells, the paedophiles’ friend who pioneered ‘family therapy’.

Howells was originally from Anglesey and studied first at King’s College, London and then at Charing Cross Medical School. He served in Germany as a medical officer to the Northamptonshire Regiment. Theological training led to the award of the AKC, coincident with his medical training.

After training at the National Hospital, London in neurology, Howells trained at the Maudsley Hospital in psychiatry, where he worked for a period in the psychoanalytical unit. He left the Maudsley disillusioned with psychoanalysis in the hope of being able to practice a different psychopathology elsewhere. This was at the inception of the NHS when innovation was encouraged and Howells set up his unit in a general hospital in Ipswich. Howells was the Director of the Institute of Family Psychiatry at Ipswich, 1950-85. The Institute was affiliated to the University of Cambridge and formed part of the postgraduate medical education of that university.

Throughout Howells’s career he sat on numerous influential NHS, professional and academic committees including the East Anglian Regional Hospital Board (1965-74), the Faculty Board of the University of Cambridge Clinical Medical School, the British Medical Association Psychological Medicine Committee and the Council of the Royal Medical Psychological Association. Howells served as Secretary and Editor of the Society of Clinical Psychiatrists.

Howells lectured all over the world, sharing platforms a with many significant individuals of his time, including Benjamin Spock and A.S. Neil. He was a council member of the World Psychiatric Association. The American Psychiatric Association appointed him a distinguished fellow and many American universities offered him chairs. Yale University even offered to transport his whole research team to the US.

Howells was a key figure in the establishment of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, along with Sir Martin Roth and that enormous inexplicable loan from Marks & Spencer (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).

J.G. Howells will have known Dafydd and many of those who protected Dafydd and he will almost certainly have known Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’) and perhaps Tuppence’s wife – Lady Mary Archer – as well (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

 

My suspicions as to who formulated the business plan behind the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom are increasing… However it certainly never occurred to me that it was Leo Abse who was the driving force behind the legislation which made it all possible.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

 

In ‘Tony Blair: Behind The Smile’, Abse makes reference to dining at Number 10 with Callaghan and his wife Audrey.  Abse approves of Audrey – in his opinion she’s everything that Abse thinks that a woman should be, just a nothing really. I don’t know how fond of Leo Abse Callaghan and his wife really were though. Callaghan did not like Abse’s child molesting mate George Thomas one bit – Callaghan knew of Thomas’s ways, as did most other people in politics in south Wales. However, George Thomas did get on very well with Harold Wilson. It was Harold Wilson who moved Callaghan from the post of Chancellor of the Exchequer to that of Home Secretary in 1967. At that time Bryn Estyn was still managed directly by the Home Office – Callaghan was one of the Home Secretaries who concealed the abuse of the boys there.

 

Audrey Callaghan was derisively named ‘the Yorkshire Pudding’ on account of her not prancing about like Posh Spice. However she had rather more about her than is widely publicised. In 1959 Audrey was elected as the member for Lewisham for the London County Council. She took a special interest in children’s homes and in the Children’s Committee. From 1964 she was an Alderman of the GLC and Chairman of Lewisham Council’s Children’s Committee, where she was an Alderman when the GLC was abolished. Audrey was Chair of Governors for GOSH (Great Ormond Street Hospital), 1969-82 and Chair of the Hospital’s Special Trustees, 1948-90. She was a fundraiser for GOSH for 30 years and for 15 years until 1999 was a Trustee of the Wishing Well Appeal. The spectre of Jimmy Savile looms large.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

In 1987 Jim Callaghan became Lord Callaghan and he and Audrey retired to their farm in East Sussex. They supported causes related to the University College of Swansea, of which Callaghan was President.

The Callaghan’s daughter Baroness Margaret Jay was a good friend to the paedophiles and became a Health Spokesman and Minister for Wimmin under Blair (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).

 

Whilst Leo Abse and the paedophiles’ friends sat on the Houghton Committee, the paedophile who was Abse’s friend, George Thomas, was Secretary of State for Wales. In this capacity Thomas concealed the abuse of children in north Wales. George Thomas was succeeded as Secretary of State for Wales in 1970 by William Mars-Jones’s mate Peter Thomas – who concealed the abuse of children in north Wales, as did every other Secretary of State for Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

It was in 1969 whilst George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales when the responsibilities of the Welsh Office were extended to include Health and Social Services. One year after John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales…

 

Leo Abse did of course have previous for successfully getting legislation through Parliament. It was Leo Abse who sponsored the private member’s bill after Harold Wilson won the 1966 General Election which was supported by Home Secretary Roy Jenkins – another paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’) and led to the Sexual Offences Act 1967 and the partial decriminalisation of male homosexuality.

The irony was that years after Leo Abse’s efforts succeeded in decriminalising homosexuality, up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Dafydd and Gwynne were inflicting their own special brand of torture on adult gay men in the name of ‘aversion therapy’. Whilst they ran a sex abuse ring whose activities included concealing child abuse and trafficking the children who were in care – thanks to the Children Act 1975 – into gay sex work…

 

Either Leo Abse was working very hard to engineer a situation in which adult gay men with a predatory nature could have sex with coerced teenaged boys or Leo Abse was a very confused man.

Leo Abse was succeeded as the Labour MP for Torfaen by Paul Murphy. Blair had appointed Paul Murphy as Secretary of State for Wales by the time that Ronnie completed the Waterhouse Report and it was Paul Murphy who took receipt of the Report and declared himself to be delighted that a transparent and through investigation had been conducted with not an element of a cover-up. Before becoming an MP, Paul Murphy had spent many years as a Councillor in Torfaen. He knew Abse well.

 

Leo’s friend Ronnie Waterhouse did a bit of trailblazing for sexual liberation himself. Interestingly, Adam Mars-Jones’s book tells us that it was Ronnie Waterhouse who spent much time trying to enlighten William Mars-Jones – unsuccessfully – re homosexuality.

In 1965 Ronnie was instructed by the solicitors Lawford and Co to act in a case for the Albany Trust. The Albany Trust began life as a respectable charity whose work complemented that of the Homosexual Law Reform Society. When male homosexuality was partially decriminalised in 1967, the Albany Trust metamorphosed into an educational and counselling organisation, including developing sex education. The Albany Trust rather lost its way and was brought into disrepute when it produced literature in collaboration with paedophiles’ rights groups PIE and PAL. In the 1980s, the Home Office whilst Ronnie’s friend Leon Brittan was Home Secretary, funded the Albany Trust to carry out some questionable ‘research’.

 

I mentioned in my post ‘Pets Win Prizes’ that within days of the Jillings Report being submitted – the Jillings Investigation being the first external inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’) – Clwyd County Council was dissolved in a local authority reorganisation by the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission.

Ronnie Waterhouse joined the Boundary Commission in 1972 and reviewed boundaries across the whole of Wales for the next four years. Ronnie stated that a ‘most influential fellow member’ was Dr Elwyn Davies, who was Secretary of the Council for the University of Wales for many years, then the Welsh Secretary for Education and then in 1977 was appointed as the President of the National Library of Wales. Other members included Winifred Matthias, the former Tory Lord Mayor of Cardiff and Bill Coleman, a Labour Councillor from Gelligaer.

In 1974, veteran paedophiles’ friend Lord John Morris – whom Blair brought out of mothballs and appointed as Attorney General when Blair was elected as PM in 1997 – asked Ronnie to take over the Chairmanship of the Boundary Commission for Wales. Morris had been a pupil in Ronnie’s Chambers. William Mars-Jones’s mate Lord Peter Thomas, John Morris’s predecessor, had appointed the members of the Boundary Commission, but Morris was able to either accept or reject them. The Deputy Chairman of the Commission was Michael Gibbon QC – who was godfather to Ronnie’s daughter Laura. Gibbon – who became a senior circuit judge and recorder of Cardiff – succeeded Ronnie as Chairman of the Boundary Commission in 1978. Gibbon is a member of the Council of the Honourable Society of Cymmrodorion. He lives in London and works from Chambers there, but his family are from south Wales. His wife Amanda’s parents farm in mid-Wales. Much of Gibbon’s work at the Bar has involved representing Gov’t Depts. Probably when they have flouted the law or harmed citizens.

I highly recommend readers to pay a quick visit to the website of the Honourable Society of Cymmorodorion. The entire Society is composed of members of the Royal Family or paedophiles’ friends.

 

 

After all that bad publicity when the Tawel Fan Scandal reared its head again last week, I was expecting a TV programme about some wonderful aspect of life in Gwynedd or perhaps an announcement that a ‘research team’ based at the Betsi has scored another first. I was not disappointed – BBC News Wales online are reporting that cancer time waiting lists in Wales are the best in the UK! Which does not explain why the clinical outcomes are far from the best in the UK…

In the light of the paedophiles’ friends continuing the PR war, I’ll name a few more sinners.

Caaaaam on….

 

Ruhi Behi, the former Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi was an Angel from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who went to UCNW to do a psychology degree. Behi did emerge with a degree but students on his course were convinced that he had obtained it fraudulently. Not only did they never see Behi in lectures, but he was also working as an Angel in the C&A Hospital in Bangor throughout the whole time. Two of the psychology students were watching carefully and they are convinced that someone else was attending the course and sat finals in Behi’s name. This was back in the 1980s and such practices were known to have happened at Aston University at the time, although in the case of Aston it had involved some wealthy students from the Middle East who had sent their servants over to Aston to undertake their degrees for them. The attitude of the Top Docs and Angels at Denbigh was so dreadful that they’d have had no problem using the services of servants. In fact Dafydd did so regularly…

When Head of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor, Behi presided over an appalling regime of homophobia and – ironically – racist bullying. I was told stories of overseas students being told that they ‘smelt’ so much that it was necessary to lock them outside of shared offices and of ethnic minority students on placement at Wrexham travelling miles to submit course work, only to be told by vindictive staff when they arrived that ‘the office is closed now’, the decision to close having been taken as soon as the student was seen approaching the building.

Many staff and students simply left the School of Healthcare Sciences in a hurry without explanation but a number did try to make representation about the appalling conduct of Behi and some of his colleagues. I knew two people who knew one of those who did try to raise the alarm very well. She was a young woman who was doing a PhD in that School who was effectively driven to a nervous breakdown by her PhD supervisor. This young woman couldn’t understand why there had been no response to her complaints. She eventually left with no resolution and after a period of illness, took up a job in Liverpool. I was told that she left ‘feeling very bad about her time in Bangor’. After the student left, the PhD supervisor concerned stated that her student had been ‘like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights’. A colleague observed that therefore the main beam should have been switched off.

The PhD student who followed in the footsteps of the frightened rabbit was treated just as badly by the same supervisor. This supervisor wrote derogatory – and factually inaccurate – comments about the PhD student’s work (I saw the documents concerned). This PhD student also had a breakdown and left without completing his PhD. Before he withdrew, I accompanied him to a meeting in the University HR Dept during which his supervisor’s conduct was explained in detail. We were told that the supervisor was known to be a problem but we were warned that if the student made a formal complaint, the PhD supervisor would make a counter-allegation – she had told a number of her colleagues that she wanted to leave Bangor University and if possible she wanted a payout before she left. There was double trouble because this woman’s husband was also in dispute with Bangor University, having recently left his job there to join Glyndwr University.

The PhD supervisor concerned did leave, to take up a post of Chair of Nursing in Glyndwr University. She left Bangor at the same time as one of her colleagues, who was responsible for postgraduate students. When he left, a stack of letters was found in his old office – complaining about the dreadful conduct of the now Chair of Nursing at Glyndwr University. None of the very serious complaints had been dealt with.

So who was this Professorial Angel who induced breakdowns in PhD students and whom the University did not dare challenge for fear that she would make counter-allegations against the students if she was challenged?

Step forward Professor Fiona Irvine, who is now Head of Nursing at Birmingham University and a specialist in ‘end of life care’ no less. Fiona certainly ended a few academic lives when she was at Bangor. She left behind a trail of damaged students who had been reduced to jelly. Particularly one clever young Welshman whom Fiona LOATHED because he was bright and could see that academically she could not cut the mustard.

Fiona Irvine was involved in community nursing in north Wales. She will have known about the abuse of children and mental health patients.

Irvine began life as an Angel at Hammersmith Hospital in the 1980s. So she will have witnessed the malpractice and research fraud there that I did at that time. Only Irvine chose to join in the party.

 

Ruhi Behi co-authored academic articles as all aspiring Angels are now required to do. One of Ruhi’s articles appeared in the ‘British Journal of Nursing’ in 1995 and was entitled ‘Ethical Issues in Research’. Obviously a colleague of Dafydd’s who worked in a region where fraud in ‘healthcare research’ was endemic would know all about this.

Ruhi’s article was coauthored by Dr Mike Nolan. Dr Mike Nolan is now Professor Mike Nolan of Sheffield University. Mike was the first Professor of Gerontological Nursing in the UK! Where did Mike gain such expertise? Er – in the Deiniol Day Hospital in Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s. I remember the Deiniol Day Hospital well – it was next door to the Menai Day Hospital for the mental health patients. Mike’s managers were the very same people whose conduct I have detailed on this blog – people who ignored patient complaints, who forged documentation, who were fiddling the finances in a major way, who lied and lied and lied both in Court and elsewhere. And who were concealing serious criminality.

The glorious legacy of Mike Nolan and those other leaders in north Wales who had so much expertise in the care of elderly people has now exploded in the form of Tawel Fan.

I knew someone who undertook a student placement in Mike’s Deiniol Day Centre. They told me that it was not quite what Mike pretended that it was…

Mike entered nursing in the 1970s. Before that he trained as teacher.

Anyone for concealing child abuse?

 

I mentioned that Fiona Irvine worked at Hammersmith and joined in the party. Someone else from Hammersmith did that as well – one of the students who was with me on the MSc in Experimental Pathology, 1986-87, at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School. There was much malpractice witnessed by the students on that course and as a result by the end of the course no-one wanted to take a job at Hammersmith/RPMS. A lot of students were very voluble about the misconduct that was prevalent. There was however one student who, when we began the course, was as critical as everyone else but at some point became very, very friendly with the course leader, Dr Malcolm Alison and Alison’s boss, Professor Sir Nick Wright (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). Other people knew this student much better than I did and denounced him as being completely unscrupulous – there were also allegations that he was needlessly cruel to research animals.

That student emerged from the course with a distinction, but more mysteriously with a place to study medicine as a mature student funded by the Royal College of Surgeons no less. Allegations flew that a very, very dirty deal had been entered into. I have no idea of what the basis of the dirty deal was alleged to have been, but it was presumed by everyone that this student had discovered wrongdoing of such enormous proportions that he had been bought off.

So who was the lucky lad? None other than Dr Cyril Rooney, who is now the senior consultant in respiratory medicine at the Mayo University Hospital in Ireland. Dr Rooney was the centre of a bit of adverse publicity a few years ago when a patient in his care died. The patient’s family kicked up a fuss and eventually there was an investigation which revealed that Dr Cyril Rooney didn’t know – or at least claimed not to know – about the actions of his junior colleague which had resulted in the patient’s death. The dead man’s family alleged that the hospital had been most reluctant to come clean about the circumstances of the patient’s death and had attempted a cover-up.

 

Now for another memory of life at St George’s Hospital Medical School, circa 1990. I was reminded of this the other day when someone observed that although medical schools have been banging on about training medical students in communication for many years now, many doctors still have great problems talking to patients.

St George’s liked to think that it was at the cutting edge of medical education and the students were given a heavy dose of the fluffy bits of medicine such as ‘communication’. Did the students respond positively to this? Not really, they thought that it was all a bit bizarre. One reason why this conclusion was drawn was that St George’s really pushed the boat out and along with communication, the students were also subjected to a module on ‘sexuality’ to broaden their horizons. It certainly did – it blew their minds. They were given talks by gay people which involved graphic descriptions of gay sex, but the students were broadly OK with that. After all, some of them were gay. What caused the excitement was The Videos. The students were shown videos of people having sex. There was one video which was the subject of intense discussion – the video of elderly people having sex with each other. The questions on every student’s lips were ‘how the hell did anyone get the elderly people to agree to be filmed doing THAT???’

But St George’s had access to some people whose lifestyles differed from the rest of us. Such as Professor Oliver Brooke, their Prof of Paediatrics, who was jailed for the possession of huge amounts of child porn just before the grumble flicks for the med students were made.

Want more Top Docs? Caaaaam on….

 

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Sleeping With The Fishes

I’ve received e mails over the past week containing a few gems of information and leads for me to follow up. I can’t publish everything that I’ve received because some of the information could lead to the identification of my informants if it appears on this blog so I’m using that info for correlation purposes, but there is info that I can publish without compromising my informants.

I have been told by someone who describes themselves as a ‘lapsed Quaker’ that Dame Judi Dench joined the Quakers quite late in life. Regular readers will know that I have featured Judi here because she is the Patron of the St James’s Singers, a rather upmarket choir to which Professor Robert Bluglass and his wife belong. Since I named Bluglass as being one of those who concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles – Bluglass also concealed serious crimes at Ashworth Hospital and on his own patch in Birmingham – Judi has made a great many media appearances for one who is losing her sight and had stepped out of the limelight. My correspondent has told me that from what they understand about the Quakers, Judi should have consulted the Elders in the light of what she now knows about Bluglass. I have been asked if I know of any abuse occurring within the Quakers.

I am not aware of any examples of Quakers personally abusing people, but I do know that one of the Quakers in Bangor, Dr Paul Nickson, was a GP in Bethesda who knew about children and psych patients being abused and that he also failed to respond to a report of child abuse. I do not know if the other Quakers were aware of what Paul Nickson was concealing, but after Paul Nickson left north Wales – he relocated to a practice in Liverpool some years ago – I found out about two worrying events involving Quakers.

One of the key targets of the paedophiles’ friends from north Wales who was a good friend of mine acquired a girlfriend who lived in Cumbria. My friend was experiencing so much grief at the hands of the paedophiles’ friends that he spent much of his time in Cumbria. He experienced an episode of quite severe mental distress up there a few summers ago and had a very bad experience with a Top Doctor who was a neighbour of his girlfriend. The Top Doctor threatened him with violence – I know of such cases in north Wales, it is not as unusual as people might think. My friend’s partner – who is well-known and well-liked in that part of Cumbria – called the police and of course the Top Doctor lied, used his status as a Top Doctor to influence the police and it was my friend who was arrested.

Now so far, this anecdote could be an Everyday Story Of Service User Folk. However there was more. The charges against my friend were dropped and it seemed that the Top Doctor then used his network of influence to harass and intimidate my friend and his partner for many months. What was particularly surprising was that the Top Doctor concerned was a Quaker and well-known among Quakers in Cumbria. My friend – like me – had always had quite a high opinion of the Quakers and was horrified to find out that the network was being used in this way.

I was still in north Wales when all this happened and my friend would periodically pop back from Cumbria and give me updates. I did a bit of googling to see what I could find out about this GP in Cumbria. I didn’t find anything about him online, but I did find a big article in a Quakers newsletter – written by one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

Dafydd loves religious congregations, he really, really loves them. For decades in north Wales he has made appearances at Church of Wales gatherings, at the Welsh Baptists Union and he is very well networked among the Welsh Methodist churches. He regularly addresses such audiences about the problems of drugs and mental illness. I have friends who are Anglicans, Baptists and Methodists so I know that not everyone has been duped, but some of my friends who hold office in various churches have told me that predators target congregations to access vulnerable people and it is a big problem. Churches are now supposed to have safeguarding officers – one of my friends holds this role in her Methodist Church – and their training is rigorous if it is done properly.

Why are we not surprised that Dafydd is breaking into new circles – the Quakers – now that people are so well aware of his previous?

I was never given any evidence that my friend’s terrible experiences with Quakers in Cumbria were related to Dafydd’s activities, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were. Like me, my friend goes back a long way in north Wales, he witnessed a lot, he knows names, he remembers suspicious deaths and he was framed, ended up in Walton Prison and then in one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’. Dafydd is part of an organised criminal network – if I couldn’t escape their reach in Leicester and London 25 years ago, who knows how far Dafydd’s tentacles stretch now?

If Dafydd’s gang don’t manage to isolate people by spreading vicious lies about them, people will find that if they employ or befriend someone who is being targeted by the gang, or if they rent a house to them or do business with them, they will receive a visit from the boys who will frighten the living daylights out of them. I was told that this was happening by some of those who received a visit – people who had been friends with me or employed me were in tears as they told me that they had no problem with me but now they were very frightened…

 

Another e mail that I have received dealt with similar matters. It was from someone who some years ago was an undergrad and then a postgraduate student at the School of Psychology in Bangor University and who had a terrible time whilst he was there. I have received a detailed account of his experiences and the names of those involved and it is all very familiar. The person who wrote to me cannot understand why he was targeted, his theory is that there is something dreadfully wrong with Bangor University. His experiences have all the hallmarks of one who has fallen foul of the paedophiles’ friends. He may well have known about or witnessed something that he does not realise the significance of.

I was told how constant rumours – often contradicting each other – were spread around about him. For example that he was gay. Then that he was homophobic. Then that he was a ruthless sexual exploiter of women. Then that he was so dysfunctional that he had no friendships or relationships at all. Then that he was not ‘loving enough’ because he didn’t sleep around. He told me that tutors in the School of Psychology shunned him, that staff people in shops reacted negatively, that other students refused to have anything to do with him. Anyone who has not had the Paedophiles’ Friends Experience in north Wales might read such an account and believe that it was the belief system of a very anxious or paranoid person. It won’t be. This sort of thing happened to me and to other people whom I knew. A vicious whispering campaign, carefully planned and dripped into the ears of selected people who are known to be sensitive to the allegations being made.

Yes, the allegations will have been contradictory and ludicrous. I was variously a man-eater, a bisexual swinger, a lesbian and a sad lonely old cow who had no friends. The basis of such allegations was my refusal to enter into discussions with the disgusting Dafydd et al re matters sex so the imaginations of Dafydd et al ran riot.

Every time that a court case collapsed against me, apologists for the paedophiles’ friends would give me various reasons as to why the perjurers had been so ‘frightened’ of me that they had lied to the police. Some of the reasons given were: that I was wearing hiking boots; that I was carrying a rucksack; that I was wearing an Afghan hat; that I was wearing Doc Martens; that I had a loud voice; that I  had not said anything for a couple of hours; that I smiled at someone and walked away; that I waved at someone from a distance; that I laughed at someone; that I looked at someone but I didn’t say anything; that I was carrying a rolled up newspaper; that I had pink hair.

The only running theme that I could identify was that a bunch of completely mad people who were running a paedophile gang wanted to imprison me and would make up any old bollocks to try and make that happen. I could have spent my entire life dressed from head to toe in the most boring outfit from Next and sported a Lady Di hairstyle and those factors too would have been written down in triplicate and used as evidence as to why I was going to murder someone imminently.

 

The problems at Bangor University are rooted in the fact that until not so long ago the entire institution was run by Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not everyone at Bangor is Of Them – there are some really great people there, but an awful lot of people are on tenterhooks because they know people who have been ruined by the paedophiles’ friends. It had the effect of making a lot of people frightened of their own shadows. Neither are the culprits always those in the most senior positions – I watched really quite junior staff behaving appallingly towards senior staff and those senior people would not say a word for fear of a ‘bullying’ allegation. The University appointed a number of Harassment and Bullying Officers. One of the best ones, a senior lecturer, resigned on principle. The reason? She was being bullied by Prof Fergus Lowe – the toxic psychologist who built his empire on his knowledge of the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles – and Fungus’s mate Professor Lew Hardy.

The HR Dept was run by  Fungus’s minion, the monstrous Lyn Meadows, a reject from the Welsh Ambulance Service. Meadows was a vindictive liar who systematically aligned herself with the paedophiles’ friends – she is now a member of the Betsi Board.

One could see clearly that the biggest problems at Bangor University were among those groups of staff whose history was as people who had facilitated the paedophile gang – the social work tutors, the teacher trainers, the psychologists and the nursing tutors. Not all of them were involved, some of them were definitely trying to uphold standards and good practice but the ones doing that very obviously had to distance themselves from everyone else.

Those we know and love also enjoyed co-ordinating sabotage attempts if there was any indication that there might be an attempt to raise the Titanic. The School of Healthcare Sciences was run by Ruhi Behi, a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse, so no wonder there was trouble there. Again and again new staff were appointed at the School of Healthcare Sciences in a vain attempt to ‘change the culture’. Again and again they were blown out of the water by Dafydd’s old servants. For years, the most conscientious student nurses dutifully reported patient neglect and abuse if they witnessed it, only to find themselves then bullied out of the School.

I witnessed a bizarre spectacle at the School of Education. The newly appointed VC sent an e mail around to say that he was coming to address the crowds and there would be tea and buns afterwards. I thought great, I’ll go. Before the big day, a curious e mail was sent to every member of the School by one of the teacher trainers explaining that there were ‘concerns’ about ‘what the appointment of the new VC means for us’, so everyone was invited to a meeting to a discuss a plan. Well not everyone – the research staff were barred from entry. The invitation was for the teacher trainers only. When the day of the VC’s lecture followed by tea n buns arrived, I was gobsmacked when, at 3-30 pm on the dot, the alarms on the watches of every teacher trainer in the audience went off loudly and the whole lot of them stood up in unison and walked out of the room. Halfway through the VC’s lecture. There were about four people left – me, my PhD supervisor, one Research Professor and the Head of School. So we had a great time with the buns, but all I could think was ‘how fucking rude, if I was the VC I would issue redundancy notices next week and shut the fucking School down’.

Those who walked out had spent glorious years working in local schools whilst the paedophile ring enjoyed themselves and then they bagged jobs as teacher trainers in Bangor.

The School of Education at Bangor University contained many members of staff who had worked at the Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which had previously merged with the University. My post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ details the stitching up of a Hergest patient, F – who had knowledge of serious wrongdoing – and the death of a witness. Dafydd Orwig was one of those involved in the fit up – Orwig was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College and a Gwynedd County Councillor.

 

There were a number of scenes such as that of the mass rudeness of the teacher trainers of the School of Education and the message was always the same – we’re the paedophiles’ friends, we call the shots and we will bring down anyone who challenges us.

 

I have purchased a book online – at a very low price I stress – written by some of the paedophiles’ friends who have featured on this blog. The book was published in 1994, so I expect that it was written sometime between 1991-93 – the people who wrote it are not known for their speed and productivity. So the idea for this book probably arose just at the time that the North Wales Police launched their first investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales. Now why would the paedophiles’ friends have had an overwhelming urge to write the tome ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ just at that time? The book was produced by CCETSW (Central Council for Education and Training in Social Work), published by the University of Wales Press and is a companion volume to a work on anti-oppressive practice no less. Yes, the paedophiles’ colleagues and friends were keen on the notion of anti-oppressive practice.

The editors of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ are Rhian Huws Williams, Hywel Williams and Elaine Davies.

Rhian Huws Williams is a former star of this blog. She trained as a social worker at UCNW (Bangor University) in the 1970s when UCNW was completely under the control of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Rhian has spent her whole career in the bosom of the paedophiles. After graduating from UCNW, she did a Master’s degree at Aston University which was an essential requirement for paedophiles’ friends of Rhian’s generation and she then spent many years working among the paedophiles and their colleagues at progressively higher levels.

In 2001 Rhian was appointed CEO of the Care Council for Wales. That was the body entirely composed of paedophiles’ colleagues and friends which was going to transform social work in Wales post-Waterhouse. Rhian remained in that post until 2016.

In Oct 2010, Rhian was appointed as a member of the Independent Commission on Social Services for the Welsh Gov’t. So Rhian is the Welsh Gov’ts idea of ‘independent’. Rhian was appointed by the Minister for Health and Social Care – which will have been Edwina Hart.

Edwina, no wonder your attempts at dealing with the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales didn’t get very far if you appointed Rhian to your ‘Independent’ Commission. But then Edwina was deeply compromised by all those years in the trade unions. Everyone had everyone else over a barrel and they all knew about the bodies out at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Latterly Rhian has been involved with Welsh language education for adults.

Rhian is a Trustee of the ‘Living Room’ – that’s a Dafydd-venture in Cardiff, associated with CAIS.

Rhian Huws Williams – the woman who epitomises the rot in social work in Wales.

 

Rhian’s co-editor of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’, Hywel Williams, is of course the MP for Caernarfon. Hywel is the former Director of Social Work at Bangor University and before that he was a psychiatric social worker in north Wales. Hywel has a track record of being very rude to the service users who he is of course keen to empower. The other co-editor of ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ was Elaine Davies. I don’t know Elaine Davies, but she is a Welsh language specialist in the field of health and social care.

The people who wrote contributing chapters include Gwilym Prys Davies, Delyth Morris and Glyn Williams.

Gwilym Prys Davies – Lord Prys-Davies – was one of the best friends that Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophiles had. A bent lawyer who trained at Aberystwyth, Lord Prys-Davies was a member of the Welsh Hospitals’ Board – as a result of his interest in ‘the welfare of the elderly and mentally ill’ – when Gwynne was lobotomising women who said yes or indeed no to sex with the wrong people and while Dafydd subjected gay men to ‘aversion therapy’ whilst running a paedophile gang which targeted young boys. Prys-Davies was Chairman of the Welsh Hospitals’ Board from 1968 until 1974, when the Board’s responsibilities were taken over by the Welsh Office. When paedophiles’ friend Lord John Morris was appointed Secretary of State for Wales in 1974, Lord Prys-Davies became his special advisor. So guess who continued to conceal the abuses of Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophiles?

Prys-Davies left John Morris’s staff in 1978 to spend four years on Ecosoc, the European Community’s social and economic committee.

After he was elevated to the Lords in 1982, Lord Prys-Davies was Opposition frontbench spokesman for Health, 1983-87; for N Ireland, 1982-93; and for the Welsh Office, 1987-97. Throughout it all he uttered not one word of explanation for the dead bodies of former kids in care and psych patients that turned up so often in north Wales.

Prys-Davies was, at various times, President of the University of Wales, Swansea and the Honourable Society of Cymmorodorion; Vice President of Coleg Harlech; and Welsh Chairman of the National Playing Fields Association.

Prys-Davies was one of the paedophiles’ friends who sat on the Home Office/Welsh Office working party concerning the establishment of a fourth Welsh language television channel and who twisted old Thatcher’s arm whilst her friend Sir Peter Morrison molested kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere. A mutually convenient arrangement – you get S4C and you bloody well silence all those complaints up in north Wales…

Prys-Davies joined Plaid as a young man but left in 1949 and joined Labour. He was one of the founders of the Welsh Socialist Republican Movement, a Welsh socialist alternative to Plaid which produced pamphlets and the newspaper ‘Y Faner Goch’ (The Red Flag). The comrade continued to maintain  his silence about Peter Morrison and the bodies out at Denbigh.

Prys-Davies was one of the presenters of the BBC Welsh language programme ‘Cenedl Holt’.

Before he went into politics, Prys-Davies was a solicitor in Pontypridd. He knew that George Thomas was a child molester (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

Paedophiles’ colleague Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula wrote a chapter in ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ with her mentor, the much loathed paedophiles’ friend Glyn Williams (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

The timing of the writing of that book and the people involved speaks volumes.

 

During those years in which ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ was being written and published, the School of Psychology in Bangor University underwent great expansion as Fergus Lowe netted huge amounts of funding from Unilever and other organisations. The Fergus who also knew how many people were concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales and those bodies at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

There is a chapter in ‘Social Work and the Welsh Language’ written by Wynford Bellin, a social psychologist based in Cardiff.

 

Well suckers, I’ll be interested to hear your explanation for a number of incidents in the School of Psychology that I have been told happened between 2000-10. Here’s an extract from one of the e mails that I have received:

‘I only vaguely knew Fergus Lowe: He appeared only once to give a lecture during my time as a student. However, I had heard he was not a nice person. I had a friend who had tried to tell him of being bullied but got very short shrift. I also had another friend studying a PhD who said Fergus was over competitive because during staff football matches he would regularly kick all of the opposing team in the shins. It is interesting to read of Ed Ingram. Ed would write books for publication that publishers wouldn’t accept. One of these was an illustrated children’s story which featured a young girl losing all of her clothes. The same PhD student friend saw the book and said it was bizarre and that no publisher would ever go near it. Ed Ingram was given some protection by Alun Waddon, who I think had been a lecturer in the Psychology department since before Fergus Lowe arrived. Waddon would make strange sexual comments during lectures. For instance, during one lecture he made oddly lewd comments about the sexual behaviour of students at halls of residence. Then at another lecture he explained to a lecture hall of mostly young women that he would do odd jobs around the house or in the garden in exchange for sex with his wife. The students were very disapproving. Comments like this seemed fairly regular but were not really an issue. Then in his final year before retirement at the end of 2002, he delivered a lecture on child abuse, at the end of which he told a lecture theatre of about 85 students that they could all go downstairs into the computer lab and look at images of the sexual abuse of children on the internet. This is not an exaggeration or distortion. I witnessed all of these events and know that they occurred as I am describing them. The students were in shock but Waddon seemed unconcerned. I am still incredulous that this ever happened. I just cannot get my head around what he was thinking to make this seem like a good idea. He must have known this sort of behaviour was illegal. Alun Waddon took early retirement in summer 2003. The story that I heard was that his wife, a clinical psychologist, found that he was having an affair with a student and gave him an ultimatum of retiring or she would leave him. After what happened to me I am wary of believing any stories circulating in Bangor and am prepared to keep an open mind. However, the story does seem consistent with his behaviour. Waddon died from cancer around the end of 2008 and the university then named a lecture theatre after him: The same lecture theatre where he had told students they could look at images of the sexual abuse of children.’

 

Ed Ingram has featured on this blog before – he lived in Bethesda and was known even among the hippies as ‘Filthy Ed’, because he was, literally physically filthy (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah – He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Ed spent most of his life completely out of his brain on recreational chemicals and was married to a long suffering woman called Jane, who had starred in hard core porn films. Jane was actually a very nice person and most of Bethesda felt very sorry for her – she died of cancer when not that old a few years ago. I witnessed Ed herding schoolgirls – young schoolgirls as well, not 15 or 16 year olds – into taxis in Bangor and driving off with them.

Ed was notorious but like the Anglesey heroin addict described in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’, he faced no challenges at all despite his very obvious unacceptable conduct. Fergus employed him as a statistics tutor for the psychology students for years despite many concerns raised about Ed being let loose on 18 year old undergrads. Even years after Ed was no longer employed by the University he could be seen in the library, going in and out of lecture theatres etc. In the end Ed went very conspicuously mad – he was also obviously suffering from quite serious malnutrition and lived out of bin liners. But still he’d be sitting in the University library and not a word was said. He died some years ago but I don’t know the circumstances.

I think that the Hergest Unit were aware of Ed Ingram – if only because he spent many evenings at the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda along with Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at Hergest. The landlord of the Douglas, Geoff, was a magistrate who was friendly with a number of bent coppers (see post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’).

 

Alun Waddon was for a long while the admissions tutor for the School of Psychology. Alun Waddon was also the warden for Neuadd Rathbone, the then girls’ hall of residence. A well-known psychiatric patient called Trevor Tunstall – another target of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘There’s Going To Be A Hog Roast…’) – who was friends with many of the students, was constantly thrown out of Rathbone by Waddon when the students invited Trevor to go up and see them. Trevor used to tell me that Waddon was a mate of Dafydd’s and was harassing him. To my regret I didn’t ask more – I had no idea when Trevor used to grumble about Waddon’s alleged activities that there was a link between Dafydd and Waddon.

The School of Psychology employed Prof Mark Williams, the man behind the Mindfulness research fraud (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’); Dr Neil Cheshire; Prof Bob Woods; Prof Richard Bentall; Dr Mike Jackson; Dr Peter Higson; Bruce Napier. They have all been involved with ‘treating’ mental health patients in north Wales. Mark Williams and Richard Bentall are very big names internationally and Peter Higson is the Chair of the Betsi. They all knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

Perhaps one of them could tell me more about Waddon’s generous offer to students to view child abuse images…

There was another big name who made his reputation at the School of Psychology in Bangor – the dyslexia expert Prof Tim Miles. A lot of people really liked Prof Miles – indeed I liked Prof Miles, he had a lovely manner – but after Prof Miles died, I found out that Prof Miles carried out his groundbreaking work re dyslexia among special needs children on Anglesey. They were some of the children who were abused by the paedophile gang. Tim must have at least suspected what was happening to some of those kids – his colleague Anne Cook must have had some idea as well.

‘We didn’t know.’ You did, you absolutely did. You might not have all known the extent of it or the details, but you all knew that terrible things were happening to some young people. Because it was ignored, by the late 1980s it had snowballed into serious organised crime with international links and grasses were being found dead. Which was when people simply became far too frightened to speak out.

Of course there was one thing about Dafydd that some local people knew about and remarked upon – his links with the IRA. When I was first told about this, I didn’t believe it. Years later I found out that it was indeed true (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’).

 

I know that I am very rude about the Mafia of Drips who have feathered the nests of themselves and their families by colluding with Dafydd and the gang, but in terms of the normal, decent people who just wanted to live quietly, get on with their jobs and enjoy family life, yes I can see why they didn’t take on a gang of paedophiles with links to gangsters and the IRA…

Backed up by Thatcher’s Gov’t and the whole of the legal and medical establishment.

 

Previous posts have mentioned that back in the 1980s, the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University) was staffed by Dafydd’s mates who were actively assisting the sex trafficking ring. My posts ‘Disability Support’ and ‘Just A Language Divide?’ described how all branches of ‘student support’ at Bangor for decades have been run by the paedophiles’ friends. I mentioned that whilst in north Wales there is an abusive mental health service that flatly refuses to treat many people, an organisation called Medra provides free counselling sessions for staff of Bangor University and the public services (see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’) in north Wales. Bangor University also has a counselling service for students – many students use it because the mental health services are so crap.

However, those targeted by the paedophiles’ friends were also refused assistance from the counselling service. I tried the counselling service when I was doing teacher training and explained to them that I was now being refused all mental health services, despite the best efforts of my lawyers. I had a very odd experience with the counsellor, a woman called Linda. The minute I that mentioned the Hergest Unit, she told me that I could not use her service because I was a client of the mental health services. I repeated that I was not, I had been unlawfully refused treatment. Linda gave a patronising smile and told me that she could not give me a ‘service’.

I now have a copy of a letter that Linda wrote to Dr Sadie Francis – without informing me – the day after that I went to see Linda. Linda told Sadie that I had been to see her and she understood that Sadie knew me. Linda then wrote that it would be good ‘to do lunch’ with Sadie to ‘catch up’. I’d love to know what the ladies who lunched discussed when they did catch up…

But then Linda was doing some strange things in that counselling room. I knew another student who went to see Linda and found Linda profoundly unhelpful. This student had been sexually abused when she was 12 years old by James Wharram, who offered ‘work experience’ to numerous school kids at his dolphin centre in the West Country. She told me that Wharram was abusing ALL the girls who went to stay there. She told me that after she confided in Linda, Linda made her feel so uncomfortable that she did not go back for another appointment.

I had heard of James Wharram years before. One of my friends went down to work at his dolphin sanctuary just after she graduated from Bangor in marine biology in 1984. He sexually harassed her and she made a complaint to another member of Wharram’s empire. They told her that the problem had been resolved. Interestingly enough, when Wharram was confronted he told them that he had ’emotional problems’ and that my friend had ‘exploited them’.

Linda – my friend was 21 when she was bothered by James Wharram, but your client was 12 when Wharram molested her. He molested hundreds of kids over a period of years. What did you do after you found out about it? Send a letter to him asking him if he could do lunch with you?

I can only imagine how many accounts of criminality and abuse that Linda listened to before she closed down the conversation and made sure that the witness did not return.

By the way Linda, James Wharram is still alive and is now based in Cornwall. Look at his website – he offers sailing adventures in catamarans and explains that he ‘is a legend’. Well I certainly never forgot hearing about him. James’s website bangs on about his adventures in Polynesia. He used accounts of those adventures to excuse his sexual activities with girls of 12 and 13. He told them that in Polynesia, it was normal for an ‘older man’ – like him of course – to have relationships with younger women to induct them into the mysteries of sex…

Linda was told about James Wharram in 2001. She might have heard about him before then for all I know, but she definitely knew what he was doing in 2001.

 

After Sadie Francis retired as a psychiatrist from the Hergest Unit, she enrolled for a creative writing course at the School of Lifelong Learning at Bangor University. The Head of School at the time was Meri Huws, who in the 1980s was employed as a social worker by Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor when the kids at the Ty’r Felin children’s home on Maesgeirchan were abused by the paedophile gang. The School of Lifelong Learning had close links with Student Services and the counselling service. Meri Huws used to work at Bangor Normal College.

Just how vile are you lot?

 

The e mail that I received regarding the School of Psychology mentions a number of other people in that School who my correspondent felt were doing some worrying things. Unlike Ed Ingram and Alun Whaddon, I have no knowledge of the people named in this next extract:

‘There was a small religious contingent within the Psychology department who were amongst the nastiest people that I met during my time at Bangor. They were extremely judgemental and ready to attack others. Terese and John Bird were from the US and both worked in the Psychology department, as a manager of the computer labs and a junior teacher respectively. They had been involved for years with the religious cult the Moonies while in the US and then fled to the UK. However, although they superficially appeared normal there thinking was disturbed. They meant well but they were heavily involved with gossip. Terese once suggested that I was a paedophile after I inadvertently played a CD by a pioneer of electronic music, Aphex Twin, as it contained a brief moment of swearing. My mother laughed when I told her this, but these people were so demented that it was worrying. The worst of all was Mike Beverley, who still works at Bangor. He was a religious minded bigot who looked for people to attack because it made him feel more righteous. He had a habit of telling students who visited him for pastoral care that they should just put their hands together and pray. Unfortunately, by her own admission my supervisor believed absolutely anything he said’.

 

I know that there are Mormons in Gwynedd, one Mormon who works at Bangor University is a former social worker. There was also a group of Mormons who used to visit patients in the Hergest Unit. The staff were hostile to the Mormons but weren’t allowed to refuse them entry if the patients wanted to see them. I took the view that the Mormons were probably not as damaging to the patients as a lot of the mental health professionals were.

 

Mormons are often viewed with suspicion because they are a minority faith – other minority faiths encounter the same problem – but in Bangor there was unpleasantness at the heart of the Church in Wales. Bangor Cathedral was so seriously dysfunctional – or in the words of a friend ‘a cold and heartless place’ – that a number of clergy moved away, unable to withstand the battering.

I imagine that once more, the problems at the Cathedral will be rooted in the activities of Dafydd et al. Gwilym Williams, the former Bishop of Bangor and Archbishop of Wales – who was also a theology lecturer at UCNW – knew about the paedophile gang and concealed their crimes (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

I have previously mentioned those we know and love who cluttered up the School of Theology at Bangor for so long and made so many people’s lives so miserable (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’). I have been told that the School of Theology had a long and glorious tradition of employing senior members of staff who treated people dreadfully. So imagine my surprise when I found out that one of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse’s oldest and closest friends was Professor J. Gwynne Williams, the Professor of Welsh History and Vice-Principal at UCNW. J. Gwynne Williams was the person who wrote the first history of UCNW. Ronnie Waterhouse went to school with him and they remained close friends. J. Gwynne Williams became Chairman of University of Wales Press and President of the National Library of Wales, positions favoured by paedophiles’ friends. J.Gwynne Williams’s wife tutored many local people in Gwynedd who when they were older occupied key roles in academia, education etc…

I am wondering if J. Gwynne Williams was a relation of T. Gwynne Williams, the lobotomist. North Wales was dominated by a number of influential local families, with tentacles everywhere. According to Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography, J. Gwynne Williams was at school with him in Flintshire and I think that T. Gwynne Williams grew up in Llandudno, but they could well have been cousins or related to each other in another way.

Ronnie mentions that J. Gwynne Williams’s father was a Nonconformist Minister, which would have made him very influential in the region.

 

The toxic influence of the paedophiles’ friends probably explains some of what I and my friends witnessed when we were undergrads at UCNW in the 1980s but couldn’t understand. There was a lot of bad feeling in the science depts between the technicians and the academics. There were some truly pompous old farts who treated the technicians dreadfully, so one could understand the resentment, but certain technicians not only wielded much power but behaved terribly themselves.

A notorious man called Bill Neville who was employed as a photographic technician for the biological sciences turned down all requests to take any photos for anyone. We discovered that not only did Bill Neville rarely come into work but the rest of the staff knew about this. They dealt with it by simply not asking Bill Neville to do anything. A zoology technician called Emyr was nakedly racist and refused to help overseas students/visiting academics. Emyr was loathed but he wasn’t challenged. A technician in the School of Plant Biology called Idris did come into work but took delight in claiming that he was ‘closed’ whenever anyone went to him with a request. Emyr’s boss Peter Brindley was a real charmer. Brindley accused me of theft when I was a student. I proved my innocence. Did I get an apology? Of course not. He just walked away pompousing. Many years later when the paedophiles’ friends were doing their best to unseat the VC who was not Of Them, I was told that Brindley was one of those leading the charge.

In 1985 there was a crisis in the Zoology Dept. They needed a new IT system and only one technician had the knowledge to develop it. He refused to lift a finger unless he was paid £7000. So the University paid up. I and my friends were baffled. How could he just refuse to do the crucial job for which he was paid, demand an extra £7k and actually receive it?

I and my friends experienced a taste of Technician Power when we were students in 1983. A girl moved into our shared house on Anglesey who was on a Manpower Services Scheme placement with the technicians at UCNW. We found out within weeks that she was a nightmare. She stole from us, lied constantly, refused to contribute to bills and didn’t pay her rent. She made a false rape allegation against a young man in Bangor after she’d been out drinking one night and general chaos broke out. She then disappeared with some of my clothes, owing us a considerable amount of money. We realised that we probably weren’t going to see our property and dosh again, so we decided that at least we’d have a laugh out of it.

We made some spoof ‘wanted’ posters and put them up around the University. We got into a great deal of trouble. There were threats to throw us out of the University – one of our friends was threatened with expulsion from the Zoology Dept although he wasn’t involved in any way and didn’t even know that we’d put the posters up. The over-reaction was seriously weird – it was known that the girl owed us money and her supervisor knew that she had made a false allegation regarding a serious crime. Furthermore, we found out that she’d been in trouble at work. She had lied about giving the research animals food and water and some of them had died. She had also gone out one lunchtime, purchased booze, got completely bladdered in the Zoology Dept and had to be carried out of the building by workmen because she couldn’t walk. As undergrads we thought that all this was uproariously funny, but as a middle aged woman I now wonder what was going on in terms of staff management in UCNW.

The only connection that I can think of between this girl and the vengeance that was wreaked upon us, was that during the short time that she lived in our house we discovered that she was being treated very negligently – such that her life was being put at risk – by one of the Top Doctors, Dr P.W.White of Menai Bridge. I was so worried that I told the Student Health Centre what was going on. It was the worst thing that I could have done. I had no idea that a cartel of Top Doctors operated in north Wales, but I now know that P.W. White was a good mate of Dr D.G.E. Wood and the pair of them were as corrupt as they come.

So chew on this P.W. White et al. I know that when P.W. White’s son was imprisoned for drug dealing, the ‘letter of reference’ testifying to his good character which was given to the judge ‘from a local doctor’ was written by none other than his own father – Dr P.W. White.

Subsequent to his son being jailed, P.W. White appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ stating that obese children should be taken into care on the grounds of neglect.

P.W. White is one of the fattest doctors in north Wales.

You want more Dr P.W.White? I also know that Dr K. Shah, who was involved in my unlawful arrest and imprisonment along with Dafydd (see post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocritic Oaf?’), was a partner in your practice for years.

Dr K. Shah had another business as well – he owned Brig-y-Nant, a very mediocre old folks home in Bethesda. His wife Mrs Shah – I don’t think that she had a first name – ran it. My friend worked there as a care assistant and witnessed Mrs Shah screaming at an old lady that she’d ‘put her in a cold bath’ if she didn’t shut up. Then there was the old lady who was injured but wasn’t taken to hospital. She did receive medical attention and it was recorded in the incident book that she was ‘seen by a doctor’. You’ve guessed it – that doctor was Dr K. Shah. He probably completed the death certificates as well.

The locals in Bethesda used to warn people not to put their old folks in Brig-y-Nant.

 

The Shahs lived in a particularly grand house on the Menai Straits in so-called Millionaire’s Row between Menai Bridge and Beaumaris. Shah used to go boozing in The Gazelle Hotel and one night he saw a group of young women students in there and one of them was wearing a long floaty dress with Doc Martens. Shah told everyone that she’d obviously bought a lovely dress but couldn’t afford the shoes to go with it.

We really howled with laughter at that one.

I did not howl with laughter some years ago when someone told me that Shah had been accused of a serious sexual assault but that nothing had ever been proved against him.

 

In terms of nursing homes, there was also St Tysilio, a big dementia home that was built at Llanfairpwll and owned by one of the Top Docs at Ysbyty Gwynedd. It came highly recommended – well the Top Doc owned it didn’t he. Until tales began emerging of the bad care and neglect of patients…

 

There was an old folks home in Menai Bridge, opposite Tony and Sadie Francis’s house. It was eventually converted into a Chinese Restaurant which was the best thing that could have happened to it. The owner was an alcoholic and the Matron – a woman who called herself Wendy but was really called something else – was a former nurse from the C&A Hospital in Bangor. Wendy’s career at the C&A had come to an abrupt end when she was caught having sex with a male patient in his bed on the ward. That was too much even for the C&A Hospital. So Wendy got a job running the old folks home for the alkie in Menai Bridge. Where Dr D.G.E. Wood had some patients. Not that he’d ever out his own parents in there, he told his colleagues that. Wendy and the alkie were only good enough for other people’s relatives.

At the Bangor end of the Menai Suspension Bridge, there was another old folks home, Ceris. I worked in Ceris for a couple of terrible days in the early 1990s. The Matron was a Sister Bean. Sister Bean knew what she was doing because she was Qualified. Sister Bean was a Registered Angel, whereas the woman who owned the home – Mrs Murphy – was only an Enrolled Angel, so Sister Bean ruled the roost. It was Sister Bean’s idea that there should be a Confused Room. The Confused Room contained four elderly ladies who were in various stages of dementia. One of the elderly ladies had virtually paralysed limbs and a serious problem with eating and swallowing. She should probably have been fed by tube or at least liquids. Sister Bean handed me a plate of sandwiches and told me to give them to her. I realised that this was going to be difficult so I explained to Sister Bean that the old lady couldn’t chew and couldn’t swallow. Sister Bean cheerily told me to just force the sandwiches into the old lady’s mouth and she’d soon swallow. Not wanting to choke a member of the Confused Room to death, I declined to do this. So Sister Bean did it instead. Christ Almighty.

The irony was that the old lady who was being put at risk of choking to death on a daily basis was the former Mayoress of Bangor. Many of the other residents were local big wigs as well. I discovered that the former Headmaster of Friars School was being neglected at a dreadful nursing home on Anglesey and Bryn Mel Manor, where Lady Janet Douglas Pennant ended her days, would not have been used as a place of rest by anyone who knew some of what was going on there.

Surely the paedophiles’ friends must have realised by now that by running the whole of north Wales as their personal fiefdom and systematically hounding out all competent people puts them at very high risk of abuse when they hit old age and find themselves frail and vulnerable…

 

I lasted two whole days at Ceris before I got the hell out of there. I heard about the aftermath though, because one of my mates was still working there. Sister Bean gave her verdict on me. I was ‘rather strange’. Well yeh, I wasn’t going to choke an old lady to death by force-feeding her sandwiches. My friend soon left as well, being rather strange herself. By that time Sister Bean had found a suitably non-strange member of staff, Jenny Messenger. Jenny was a Registered Angel and a mature student at Bangor University, working with the paedophiles’ friends the social work tutors. Jenny Messenger told everyone that Mrs Murphy didn’t know what she was doing, only being Enrolled, but Sister Bean was Registered and was ‘excellent’.

Jenny Messenger then moved to Rachub and joined in the harassment of me by the paedophiles’ friends. She married a man who held yoga workshops and who caused a number of women a degree of anxiety as a result of his constant offers to give them massages, but after less than a year Jenny and he split up. I don’t know whether that was anything to do with massaging other women.

Ceris is now called Ceris Newydd and is part of the empire owned by the shark Mark Bailey – it featured in my post ‘Are There Dark Forces At Work – Again?’. I’ve not heard of any attempts at Death By Sandwich at Ceris Newydd, but there have been complaints of poor care, the employment of unsuitable staff and Mark Bailey not paying people. I’m surprised that Mark has got away with it all, because there is a barrister who lives – or lived – in Menai Bridge who knew what was happening at Mark Bailey’s establishment. The barrister is called Jonathan – I don’t know his surname – but his auntie was in Ceris and Jonathan witnessed the lot. Or could Mark’s relationship with Jonathan be the very reason why Mark’s business has expanded and expanded recently to the surprise of people who worked for him fifteen years ago and who knew that the builders had walked off the site because they hadn’t been paid and that there were threats to cut the utilities off because Mark hadn’t paid them either?

 

To return to the Technician Power at UCNW. I can only assume that all the scams were somehow linked to Dafydd and the paedophiles. I suspect that the technicians had knowledge of what was being concealed and because no-one was particularly pleasant to them they went to war.

 

There is a point that it is worth making re the network of abusers in north Wales. There is much ‘awareness raising’ at the moment – both on a global level and locally in Wales – about misogyny and the sexual harassment and abuse of girls and women. There is a great deal of #Me Too happening. Whilst I am glad to see that there are efforts being made to challenge appalling attitudes and conduct towards women, the key targets of Dafydd’s gang were boys. John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community produced boy prostitutes en masse and exported them to England and to Europe. Girls and young women were abused and exploited as well, but the big money and big business was in the rent boys.

I am fairly sure that no matter how much we young women were all revolted by Gwynne, Dafydd et al, it was easier for us to deal with than those boys. I and my friends rolled around laughing at Dafydd’s hopes, but things will have been very much harder for the 13 and 14 year old boys who were being beaten and gang raped by John Allen et al. Boys of that age are massively sensitive to ‘gay’ behaviour anyway – particularly in the 1970s and 80s when homophobia was the order of the day. I very much doubt if there was much taking the piss out of John Allen et al. The boys just ran away constantly to escape the buggery and the beatings – and were then returned by the police, some of whom were members of the paedophile gang.

As for naive notions that the boys had kindly women to confide in ie. the house mothers of the homes – the house mothers were usually married to the men who were abusing the boys. Then there were the other female Angels whose very presence was used to demonstrated that there were Caring People about – such as one of the most senior Angels in Clwyd Health Authority, Irene Train, who knew exactly what was going on, who sat on internal investigations and who concealed the serious abuse of children (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

It was the Mrs Trains who were the Matrons whom people dream of re-introducing to NHS hospitals on the grounds that they knew how to do a good hospital corner on a bed and kept everyone in line. In reality, if there was malpractice and corruption in hospitals, the matrons were part of it. Someone I knew who was a student nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s told me that the cadre of senior nurses there were appalling, bullying corrupt idiots who were complicit with patient abuse and neglect. However they always made sure that they wore their hats – my friend used to call them ‘trifle-heads’ because the hats were so ludicrous – and never allowed anyone to call them by their first names. Mrs Train would have been proud of them.

Meanwhile Dafydd was left alone in side rooms with young women patients whom he’d taken a shine to after they had been unlawfully arrested and detained…

 

Until very recently there was absolutely no provision in north Wales for boys or men who had sexual problems or who had been abused. No-one would have dared make such provision for fear of what would have emerged.

The boys targeted by the paedophile gang had no-one, absolutely no-one. They ended up in Risley Remand Centre or Walton Prison where many of them killed themselves.

 

The man who has e mailed me about coming under fire whilst he was a student in the School of Psychology commented that most people turned their backs on him when he sought help or protection. Yes, they will have. Targets of the Dafydd and the paedophiles’ are ignored when they tell anyone of the extreme harassment that they are receiving; if they demonstrate that lies were told in an attempt to have them imprisoned they will be told that it was a ‘misunderstanding’ or a ‘different perception’; if they are explicitly threatened that is simply ignored as well and when people try to break into their houses or cars try to run them over they are told that they must calm down because they are stressed. Some of the people saying this are Of The Paedophiles’ Friends, but a minority of these people are actually nice people but very frightened because they know damn well who will be behind the hate campaign.

 

So at how much risk to the great and good put themselves when dealing with people who murder other people? Not much. Ronnie Waterhouse’s autobiography describes a trial over which he presided in the 1990s. It involved murder charges against members of a Hell’s Angels chapter and there was a fear that someone might take a pop at old Ronnie before he passed sentence. Ronnie goes into quite some detail regarding the security measures. There were police snipers positioned on the roof of the court and security everywhere. Fortunately for old Ronnie no-one did try to kill him, but no-one was going to take any chances.

A few years ago the international gangster Nicholas Hoogstraten was going to be put on trial in the UK for tax evasion. The trial was abandoned because the probability of the judge being assassinated if the trial went ahead was considered so high that it was decided that the risk could not be taken. Hoogstraten never stood trial and later emigrated to Zimbabwe where he worked as an advisor to Robert Mugabe.

Hoogstraten owned huge swathes of Brighton. The building in Brighton which was firebombed and resulted in the deaths of five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’) was said to be owned by Hoogstraten.

 

When Ronnie Waterhouse Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry at Ewloe, there were no police snipers on the roof. Named witnesses gave evidence in public against a bunch of murdering gangsters whilst being called liars by Ronnie and the numerous lawyers who represented Dafydd’s mates. Witnesses collapsed whilst giving evidence and other witnesses were so distressed that they had to be helped out of the building. A Helpline – run by colleagues of the paedophile gang – had been set up and one person who availed themselves of help from the Helpline was found dead.

But old Ronnie wasn’t in any danger so there were no police snipers.

No wonder nobody ever saw anything, heard anything or knew anything about a paedophile ring in north Wales.

 

There is a Hell’s Angels chapter near Colwyn Bay. Local are terrified of them and wonder why they have felt able to establish their clubhouse just down the road from the HQ of the North Wales Police. The Hell’s Angels probably don’t feel that they have anything in the slightest to worry about. And if someone gets shot and needs a sawbones to patch them up who can be relied upon not to squeal to the police, there’s Dafydd not a million miles away.

 

North Wales is a region blighted by decades of organised crime with which the most unlikely people are involved.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ has reported that a member of the North Wales Economic Ambition Board, the body behind the North Wales Growth Bid, has stated that north Wales ‘must stand on its own two feet’ and ‘take responsibility for itself’. So who is the man who is sending out this rather Top Doctoresque message to a region which has been wrecked by the paedophiles’ friends? A successful local businessman who is expanding and providing opportunities for local people perhaps? No. Of course it isn’t. It is Iwan Trefor Jones, Corporate Director at Gwynedd County Council.

Iwan Trefor Jones certainly has a lot to answer for. In 2010 Wales Online reported that he had been appointed as Vice Chair of Agored Cymru, the organisation ‘which develops qualifications to meet the needs and priorities of all learners in Wales’.

Iwan was already Gwynedd County Council’s Director for Children and Young People; Chair of the Children and Young People’s Partnership in Gwynedd; Chair of the Children’s Safeguarding Board for Gwynedd and Môn; Chair of the Gwynedd and Môn Skills Group; and Director of the Careers Wales North West Wales Board.

You haven’t been that successful in your many roles have you Iwan?

With a record of failure this great, Iwan Trefor Jones could only have been of course a member of the Welsh Government’s Wales Employment and Skills Board.

I heard much about Iwan Trefor Jones some twelve years ago. I knew someone in Bangor University who had received a smallish grant to establish a programme to encourage local young people in Gwynedd to set up their own businesses. This young woman worked very, very hard and had considerable success with her project. The outcomes were excellent by every measure, but Iwan Trefor Jones and one of his mates on Gwynedd County Council, a Dewi, had a very big problem with this young woman and her project. As a result of his role in Gwynedd County Council, Iwan had considerable power over the project that this young woman was running. She was harassed, undermined and bullied by Iwan Trefor and Dewi in every way possible. Then the funding for her project was stopped. Because her contract of employment was held by Bangor University, her employment continued but the execution order had been given by Iwan Trefor – she Had To Go. She was transferred to the School of Lifelong Learning where she was isolated and undermined. She became pregnant and was unlawfully dismissed whilst she was on maternity leave. She later successfully sued Bangor University. Another case of misogyny in the workplace by a sexist old dinosaur with testicles? Not really. The Head of School of Education who unlawfully dismissed her was Janet Pritchard, who was most definitely female. I was told that Janet was confronted regarding the chaos over which she presided and responded by stating that she was retiring in a few weeks so didn’t care anyway.

Janet Pritchard spent many years as a school teacher on Anglesey. She must have known something about the activities of the paedophiles’ friends.

I never found out exactly why Iwan Trefor demanded the execution of a young woman who was actually very successful at what Iwan Trefor claimed to want to encourage, but I understand that it was related to Iwan Trefor not liking her family. When her life was being made impossible by Iwan Trefor Jones, this young woman told me ‘my dad’s told me that we can’t do anything about Iwan Trefor, he virtually runs Gwynedd County Council’.

So having destroyed the region, Iwan Trefor is now telling the people whom he has kicked in the chops for years to stand on their own two feet.

Shortly after Iwan Trefor destroyed this young woman’s career, he was embroiled in a scandal. A huge amount of money from Gwynedd County Council had found its way into an enterprise in Porthmadog which had imploded weeks later and no-one could explain where the money had gone. Iwan Trefor had signed the cheque.

As for Iwan’s mate Dewi who had also been involved in the sabotaging of my colleague’s career – Dewi went to prison not long after for embezzling thousands of pounds from the Post Office that he ran near Porthmadog.

If any readers know how the scumbag that is Iwan Trefor Jones gained so much power in Gwynedd County Council, please do let me know. It will undoubtedly be as a result of his family connections. Who’s your dad then Iwan Trefor?

 

 

The squealing from Alder Hey continues and although the Top Docs there stress that they need police protection, I note that ‘The Guardian’ is reporting that somewhat irregular activities have been uncovered at Alder Hey. It is reported that ‘unauthorised doctors’ have been found to be working in the hospital and misbehaving themselves. It is stated that the ‘unauthorised doctors’ are from ‘Europe’ – I think ‘The Guardian’ will find that Alder Hey itself is located in ‘Europe’ – and a number of other foreign countries.

Alder Hey is not the only hospital which has been employing Top Doctors who are not what they claim to be. Some years ago – on one occasion when I actually received treatment at the A&E in Ysbyty Gwynedd – I was treated by a cheery young junior doctor who was unusual in that he had a strong north Wales accent. (Most of the Top Docs at YG are overseas Docs because UK graduates won’t work there, such is its reputation.) The young man’s name was Dyfrig. Some months later I managed to access my medical notes and I had quite a surprise when I saw that the full name of that young doctor was Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd. Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd is Dafydd’s son. I breathed a sigh of relief that Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd obviously did not realise who I was. But then I found a photo of Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd – there’s a photo of him on the CAIS website. He is not the young man who treated me. The young man who treated me had blonde hair and distinctive rosy red cheeks. Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd has dark hair and is quite a bit older than the young man who saw me in YG.

Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd is not a name like Dr John Smith. There will not be two of them.

So who was the young man who was masquerading as Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd in YG? At the time Martin Jones was the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust and Elfed Roberts was Chairman. I knew that Martin was not carrying out CRB checks on staff and I also knew that he was employing staff who had convictions for violent offences. I was also told that Martin was being blackmailed by staff who had found out about the extent of some of his wrongdoing.

So were you also employing people who were using fake ID or indeed other people’s ID then Martin?

Professor Robert Owen worked at Alder Hey for years. Professor Robert Owen concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’).

 

The Godfather written on a black background in stylized white lettering, above it a hand holds puppet strings

 

 

Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Verity continues:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braid geared up even more:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where have I encountered such logic before?

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

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

 

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

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

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

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

 

Apocalypse Now

Since I wrote my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ detailing the scientific fraud and misconduct that I witnessed on the part of some of those who are now among the biggest names in cancer research when I worked in cancer research myself, there has been a horde of celebs appearing in the media stressing that they have cancer and oh how they wish that they’d Got Tested. So in my post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I reminded everyone of the Chilvers Report published in Sept 1990 which within weeks was utterly discredited and made history in terms of a piece of work which was deeply flawed and could not be believed. The work was funded by the Cancer Research Campaign and the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and the team was led by Professor Clair Chilvers, a leading light in cancer research at the time who, after being completely disgraced, went to work for the Dept of Health, Chaired two NHS Trusts and now ‘leads’ a charity conducting mental health research. One of the authors, Prof Tim McElwain, was found dead after the scale of the disaster became clear – it was assumed that he had killed himself, although a veil seems to have been drawn over the circumstances of Prof McElwain’s death.

I mentioned that I don’t have access to a university library at the moment so I was unable to access a copy of the original paper by Chilvers et al. However, a reader has very kindly sent me a copy. The celebs are still queuing up to bang on about their Cancer Journeys – although I did hear Helen Stokes-Lampard, Chair of the Royal College of General Practitioners, very effectively demolishing the myths surrounding the PSA test for prostate cancer on Radio 4, which was a breath of fresh air. Stokes-Lampard was robustly opposed by another Top Doctor who desperately wants many more men to undertake the PSA test, although it throws up so many false positives that it is virtually a waste of time.

Now that I have a copy of Chilvers’ paper to hand, I’ll make a few more observations. First, I need to clarify that although the paper is known as the Chilvers Report and in my post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I referred to ‘Chilvers et al’ because Chilvers led the team, I note that the co-authors actually list themselves alphabetically on the paper. The full reference is ‘Survival of Patients With Breast Cancer Attending The Bristol Cancer Help Centre’: F.S. Bagenal, D.F. Easton, E. Harris, C.E.D. Chilvers, T.J. McElwain, The Lancet, Sep 8, 1990.

Chilvers, Bagenal and Easton were named as being affiliated to the Section of Epidemiology, Institute of Cancer Research, Sutton, Surrey. Harris was affiliated to the Bristol Cancer Help Centre and McElwain was affiliated to the Section of Medicine, Institute of Cancer Research and the Royal Marsden Hospital.

I note that on the paper, Chilvers stated that her present address was the Dept of Public Health Medicine and Epidemiology, University of Nottingham Medical School, Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham. In my post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I mentioned that as a result of working at the Queen’s Medical Centre, Chilvers would have known about the research fraud and wrongdoing of Prof Robert Baldwin, Director of the Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories at Nottingham University (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), because Baldwin’s labs were located across the road from the Queen’s Medical Centre and some of Baldwin’s oppressed staff were married to people who worked at the Queen’s Medical Centre. The medical students who complained bitterly after they had been on placement at Baldwin’s labs were students at Queen’s. The authorities at Queen’s undoubtedly knew about Baldwin’s scam and as I explained in my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, the CRC team at the University of Surrey also knew about Baldwin – members of that team were working at the Institute for Cancer Research by 1992.

So Clair Chilvers led that rubbish piece of research and before it was published had already found a home for herself in Nottingham – but not in the dreaded Robert Baldwin’s labs. Would Clair Chilvers like to tell us exactly what deal was done on the basis of the paper which was discredited within weeks of publication?

On Nov 10, 1990 letters from Chilvers and Sir Walter Bodmer (the Director of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund, one of the bodies which funded the flawed study) – for details regarding Walter and his stellar career, see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ – accepting that the study had design faults and that the conclusions were invalid were published in The Lancet.

In ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ I explained how Walter Bodmer’s career nevertheless headed for the stars after the shit hit the fan – he did even better out of it all than did Clair Chilvers. But what of the other people involved who were working for the CRC and ICRF?

Of Ms F.S. Bagenal – who was named as the author ‘for correspondence’ – there is no trace in the field of cancer research. There is a Frances Bagenal who is a geophysicist – it is not entirely impossible that after the Chilvers Report, Ms F.S. Bagenal waved a fond farewell to the Top Doctors and the causes close to their hearts and retrained as a geophysicist, but that is just me speculating.

D.F. Easton is Douglas Easton who can be found on the University of Cambridge website. He is now Professor Douglas Easton, Director of the Centre for Cancer Genetic Epidemiology within the Dept of Public Health and Primary Care/Dept of Oncology. We are told that Douglas ‘studied Mathematical Statistics at the University of Cambridge before gaining a PhD in Genetic Epidemiology at the University of London in 1992.  In 1995 he set up the Cancer Research UK Genetic Epidemiology Unit at Cambridge, where he was a CR-UK Principal Research Fellow from 2001-2011.  He was awarded Professorship of Genetic Epidemiology in 2003’.

So Douglas was involved in the Chilvers study whilst he was a PhD student – undertaking a thesis on statistics no less. His name was on a paper that was notorious in terms of epitomising everything that was wrong with science two years before he bagged his PhD. Five years after the publication of that paper, Douglas established his own unit at Cambridge University – funded by the charity which was brought into disgrace along with Douglas five years previously. Douglas now has a Chair at Cambridge. In 2017 Cambridge was delighted to find that it was ranked as the second best university in the world according to the league table produced by the Times Higher Education Supplement. So what exactly is it in which Douglas leads the world?

In the words of Cambridge University: ‘The main research interest of the Centre is in genetic susceptibility to common cancers and the aim of Professor Easton’s research group is to identify and characterise genetic variants associated with cancer risk, with particular emphasis on the hormone related cancers.  Much of their recent work has focused on the analysis of genome-wide association studies (GWAS) to characterise common susceptibility variants, and the characterisation of susceptibility loci through fine-mapping.  The group has conducted GWAS in breast cancer, prostate, endometrial and testis cancer.  Prof Easton’s group also co-ordinates three large international consortia: the Breast Cancer Association Consortium (BCAC), Prostate Cancer Association Group to Investigate Cancer Associated Alterations in the Genome (PRACTICAL, a collaboration with Professor Ros Eeles – team leader at ICR, London-) and, in collaboration with Dr Antoniou and Dr Georgia Chenevix-Trench (head of Cancer Genetics at QIMR Medical Research Institute, Queensland, Australia), the Consortium of Investigators of Modifiers of BRCA1/2 (CIMBA).  Professor Easton’s current work includes evaluating the role of rarer variants in breast and prostate cancer, and susceptibility to cancer-related traits including breast density, steroid hormones and telomere length’.

Anyone still want to Get Tested?

 

The Chilvers Report contains a bit more information that it is worth mentioning. The patients in the study came from the Bristol Cancer Help Centre, the Royal Marsden and two District General Hospitals – Crawley Hospital and the Royal Surrey County Hospital, Guildford. I don’t know anything about Crawley Hospital, but when I worked for the CRC at the University of Surrey I knew much about the Royal Surrey County Hospital, because it was the local hospital. Professor Vincent Marks, the leader of the CRC team at the University of Surrey, was a Top Doctor as well as a scientist and Vincent worked at the Royal Surrey County Hospital. Vincent Marks undoubtedly knew about Baldwin’s scam in Nottingham because two of the leading lights in his team discussed it with me. They were both good mates with Vincent Marks and they must have discussed it with him if they discussed it with me. There is another factor to be taken into consideration though. The Chilvers Report was widely perceived to have been an attempt to discredit the ‘alternative therapies’ offered at the Bristol Centre. Vincent Marks did not like alternative therapies and he was a Top Doctor who was voluble in his denouncement of them.

I am someone who was and is of the opinion that many ‘alternative therapies’ are ineffective and are as dishonestly marketed as much as some conventional treatments are, so I don’t have a problem with scientists who are trying to shine a light on quackery. However, whilst all this was going on, the medical establishment were involved in a full scale civil war with the Gov’t as well as with alternative practitioners and it was a very dirty war on the part of everyone. Vincent’s brother was Dr John Marks, the Chairman of the BMA. John Marks was such a pain in the bum to Thatcher’s administrations that he is singled out for a mention in Ken Clarke’s memoir (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). John Marks was Chairman of the BMA whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and others were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Tony Francis was actually CC’ing letters about me to the BMA – these were letters detailing how Francis et al were going to fit me up for serious offences in an attempt to get me under lock and key.

The integrity of the BMA could not be relied upon.

There were some other people involved in the Chilvers study whose names were kept out of the scandal which followed the publication of the paper. In the introduction to the paper, it was explained that the study began in June 1986 – not, as Jean Corston MP stated in the Commons some years later, in 1985 – after Bristol Cancer Help Centre staff and patients invited a team of doctors and scientists to discuss how the results achieved by the ‘Bristol approach’ could be scientifically validated. The team advising on this were Lord McColl, Tim McElwain, Sir Walter Bodmer, Clair Chilvers and Dr Peter Macguire.

Lord McColl is Ian McColl, the former Professor of Surgery at Guy’s who according to his wiki entry still undertakes some teaching there. McColl was given a peerage for his work for disabled people, although I can’t find any indication of exactly what it was that he did to assist disabled people that caused someone to believe that McColl was deserving of this honour. McColl was PPS to PM John Major, 1994-97. So McColl was in post as the nightmare of dealing with Dafydd as he resisted retirement (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’), the shutting down of the North Wales Hospital – except of course it wasn’t closed down in 1995 as everybody was told, a part of it remained open – and organising the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry had to be handled. Whilst McColl was PPS to Major, Sir Peter Morrison was found dead, so that was one problem off a few shoulders.

McColl was Shadow Minister for Health, 1997-2000. So Lord Ian was on hand to deal with any difficult questions upon publication of the Waterhouse Report. Perhaps questions such as ‘why was a judge appointed to Chair this Inquiry who is a personal friend of so many people who ran the paedophile ring under investigation?’

McColl is a Trustee and surgeon to the charity Mercy Ships. For more details regarding Ian and a monumental porkie that he told to some of his colleagues in the Lords, see post ‘The Creme de la Creme’. 

Recently McColl has become an advocate to stop human trafficking. In June 2015, he introduced a private member’s bill to prohibit the advertising of prostitution. Of course prostitutes should not be allowed to advertise. They should be trafficked by Dafydd et al and forced to work for them – perish the thought that the prostitutes might be running the business themselves and calling the shots.

 

Dr Peter Mcguire died in 2006. His obituary in the Guardian stated that ‘since 2004 all future cancer specialists in Britain are expected to receive specific training in how best to communicate with patients. This achievement was, in no small part, due to the work of Peter Maguire, Professor of Psychological Medicine at Manchester University, who has died aged 66 from leukaemia. He believed that psychiatry should be at the heart of medicine’.

So Peter Mcguire was a psychiatrist at Manchester University – which was where Tony Francis (Dr X) worked immediately prior to relocating to north Wales and assisting Dafydd with the sex trafficking gang. Furthermore Dafydd’s mate the psychiatrist Bob Hobson also worked at Manchester University – Manchester University played no small part in concealing the abuse of kids in care and psych patients in north Wales (see post ‘The Mentor’).

The Guardian explains that ‘In 1988, his [Mcguire’s] work attracted the attention of the Cancer Research Campaign (now CR UK), which funded his work for over 15 years’.

So Francis’s and Dafydd’s mate found that his sterling work came to the attention of the CRC in 1988 – whilst I was working with the CRC in Surrey and whilst, my documents show, Dafydd, Francis and their partner in crime Alun Davies, were illegally accessing information in attempts to find out personal information about me, including my home address. In July 1989, Professor Robert Bluglass – in collaboration with a number of others, including Professor Robert Owen the corrupt Medical Ombudsman from the Welsh Office – performed the Great Cover-Up of the criminality of Dafydd, Francis and Gwynedd Social Services, in the wake of my complaint about them (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Exactly one year later, July 1988, the Butler-Sloss Report was published which concealed the extent of the mess which was the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal. The Cleveland Scandal was whipped up by some Top Doctors and social workers in the north east of England who had connections to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and it served as a very useful distraction from the criminal activities of the paedophiles of north Wales when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I all witnessed and had gained evidence of serious crime on their part and refused to shut up about it (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

I only worked for the CRC in Surrey for one year – March 1988-March 1989 – because I was told that the funding to extend my contract had not been forthcoming from the CRC. I explained in post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ how very recently I discovered that whilst I was working at Surrey, data collected by me had been given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School – who was not part of the project that I was working on and receiving funding for – without my knowledge or consent and that Curtin subsequently published it under her own name.

Whilst my data was given to someone else who continued to receive funding from the CRC, my contract was terminated – furthermore, not only did the CRC seek out Mcguire and give him lots of money at this time, but Mcguire’s funding continued after the Chilvers Report blew up in everyone faces.

The Guardian explains that ‘Peter maintained a busy clinical practice meeting the needs of seriously depressed cancer patients and their relatives at the Christie Hospital, Manchester and helping those struggling with traumatic bereavements. He always contended that to work directly with patients and their families was essential if he was to maintain the validity and integrity of his training and academic work.’

But Peter didn’t maintain any integrity at all, the Chilvers Report was evidence of that. Not that it held him back.

The Guardian states that ‘At a celebration of his career in 2004, many senior clinicians made it clear that their choice of speciality had been influenced by Peter’s work and all gave testimony to his personal interest in them. Some indicated that cancer care in their country or region had been influenced by the ‘Maguire’ model. The work now continues at the Maguire Communication Skills Training Unit, with initial funding from the Sir Edward Holt Trust, Cancer Research UK and the local cancer network’.

Mcguire read medicine at St Mary’s Hospital Medical School, London and trained in psychiatry at Edinburgh and Oxford, where he established collaborative research between the disciplines of psychiatry and surgery before moving to Manchester in 1974. So Mcguire moved to Manchester the very same year that Dafydd’s mate Bob Hobson  relocated to Manchester. Which was also at about the time that Tony Francis joined the merry band at Manchester.

In 1988 – halfway through what would become the disgraced Chilvers study – Mcguire established and directed the Cancer Research Campaign Psychological Medicine Research Group.

According to the Guardian, ‘Peter was a source of inspiration as well as an excellent colleague and dedicated researcher and clinician. We shall miss his loud and infectious laugh and his mischievous sense of fun’.

The world nearly split its sides laughing when Tim McElwain topped himself – what a scamp Peter Mcguire must have been.

The Christie Hospital, Mcguire’s stomping ground for over 30 years, has been classified as ‘outstanding’ by the CQC.

 

Now CR UK et al – please provide details of the circumstances of Tim McElwain’s death. We can’t ask Tony Francis what stinking heap of crap he, Dafydd and his mate Mcguire cooked up because Francis killed himself a few years ago just after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and Mcguire has turned his toes up as well now, but someone somewhere knows why Tim McElwain killed himself whilst the rest of this bunch of crooks and charlatans went from strength to strength. Oh – and did the Chilvers study REALLY begin in 1986 as claimed? Or did that study perhaps begin in 1988 – when Dafydd, Tony Francis and the BMA decided that I was going to be shafted and that their mates would be receiving CRC dosh instead? You’ve lied about everything else, how can anyone believe a word of what was published? Will you now make your data public?

I managed to stay alive against all the odds- but Tim McElwain didn’t you worthless scumbags. Was Prof McElwain’s death actually a suicide?

Tim McElwain was found dead on 26 Nov 1990. Margaret Thatcher announced her resignation on 22 Nov 1991 but remained in office until 28 Nov, by which time John Major had been appointed to succeed her. Sir Peter Morrison – who had organised Thatch’s failed leadership campaign whilst molesting children – remained as her PPS until 28 Nov.

 

Just to encourage everyone to come clean, I’ll name the other Top Doctors involved in this dreadful episode, or at least those whom Clair Chilvers thought it worth citing in the acknowledgements on the paper: Prof P.S. Boulter, Dr A. Folkes, Dr A.Y. Rostom, Dr C.A. Topham, Dr W.F. White, Dr J. Brent (Guildford); Mr J.C. Ball, Mr S.J. Janvrin, Mr J. Neely (Crawley); Dr Trevor Powles and Dr Sue Ashley (Royal Marsden Hospital); Professor Sir Murdering Bastard (BMA, Royal College of Paedophiles).

I’ve made the last one up but I bet no-one’s spotted that.

 

The issue of The Lancet which published the laughable Chilvers Report also published – as a ‘Viewpoint’ column –  an article concerning the Assisted Death Institute of Medical Ethics Working Party on the Ethics of Prolonging Life and Assisted Death. The Chairman of the working party was Mr Geoffrey Drain.

Geoffrey Drain began his career as a trade unionist and ended it as a Director of the Bank of England. Geoffrey Sewer was Assistant Secretary, Institute of Hospital Administrators 1946-52; Executive, Milton Antiseptic Ltd 1952-58; he was called to the Bar in 1955; Deputy General Secretary, NALGO 1958-73 and General Secretary 1973-83; member, General Council of the TUC 1973-83; President, National Federation of Professional Workers 1973-75; Director, Bank of England 1978-86.

So Geoffrey Sewer led the union which represented the people who ran institutions like the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the post-war years when the inmates were straight-jacketed, shocked and lobotomised because chlorpromazine was not yet available to drug them senseless.

During the 10 years that Sewer led NALGO, 1973-83, it was the largest white-collar union in Britain and the third largest union in the country with ‘an exceptional influence’ in local and central government. Many of those named in the child abuse scandals – including in north Wales – were members of NALGO and some of them were NALGO reps. Sewer led NALGO during the years of excess in terms of the infiltration of the UK Social Services Depts by paedophiles – it was whilst the nation’s paedophiles were sheltering under the umbrella which was NALGO that business boomed at John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community and Dafydd’s dungeon filled up with victims of sexual assault.

In Dec 2017, the Morning Star reported the death of Ivan Beavis, the Morning Star Fighting Fund organiser and for many years its circulation and then campaigns manager. Before working at the Morning Star, Beavis was an activist and a rep with NALGO and was elected to its National Executive in 1988. Beavis stayed on the Executive through NALGO’s merger with NUPE and COHSE to form UNISON in 1993 (for more details of the way in which the comrades in these unions abused vulnerable people, see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’), stepping down in 1999.

Jeremy Corbyn told the Morning Star that he remembered meeting Mr Beavis when Beavis was NALGO rep at County Hall in London and Jeremy was the NUPE organiser. ‘The staff association had more members’, Jeremy recalled, ‘but under Ivan NALGO membership grew and we worked very closely together. Ivan was dedicated to trade unionism and all progressive causes and was always a cheery presence on demonstrations’.

I’m glad that you all had a good time on the demos Jezza – up in north Wales the victims of a paedophile gang were imprisoned in a dungeon and were being found dead and those responsible had mates in your neck of the woods in Haringey and Islington.

As for Geoffrey Sewer, he started his political life as a left-winger and a Bevanite. He was a Labour councillor in Hampstead and a leading figure in that local party during the late 1950s. He tried unsuccessfully to force the expulsion of Gaitskell from the Hampstead party when Gaitskill as Labour leader advocated the toning down of socialist ideology and the abandonment of Clause 4 and nationalisation. Sewer shifted to the right during the period of Wilson’s Gov’t, especially after his appointment as Deputy General Secretary of NALGO, 1958-73. By the time that he became General Secretary of the union of choice of the paedophile gangs, Sewer was a ‘moderate, statesmanlike trade-union leader ready to set a pattern for responsible trade unionism and co-operation with [Wilson’s] Gov’t of 1974’. By then Sewer was a member of the TUC General Council.

Four years later, in the critical period of James Callaghan’s premiership, Sewer became a member of the ‘Neddy Six’, a powerful group of the TUC’s inner cabinet. The Neddy Six – so called because they comprised the six most senior TUC leaders who sat on the National Economic Development Council – were the principal conduit between the Labour government and the trade-union movement. The other members were: Jack Jones, Hugh Scanlon, David Basnett, Alfred Allen, Len Murray. All but Jones and Sewer became peers – I cannot imagine why Sewer did not become a peer, I would have thought that he would have fallen into the same category as Margaret Hodge and have been given every gong and honour that it was possible to be given.

Sewer was at the historic meeting between the PM James Callaghan and the TUC leaders on the eve of the 1978 trade-union congress – a meeting which Callaghan held over dinner at his Sussex farm to discuss the timing of the coming General Election. Yes, the PM actually wined and dined a paedophiles’ friend and asked his advice as to when to call a General Election. But then that PM was busy colluding with serious crime to conceal the child molesting of George Thomas, a fellow south Wales Labour MP – and by the time that Sewer was telling the PM what to do, Speaker of the House (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

The Margaret Thatcher Foundation has published the diaries of Thatch online and I note that on 25 June 1979 15.00 Thatch had a meeting with the  TUC Economic Committee – Lord Allen, Mr. David Basnett, Mr. Frank Chapple, Mr. Tony Christopher, Mr. Geoffrey Drain, Mr. Moss Evans, Mr. Alan Fisher, Mr. Joe Gormley, Mr. Tom Jackson, Mr. Clive Jenkins, Mr. T. Parry, Mr. Harry Urwin, Mr. Len Murray, Mr. Norman Willis, Mr. David Lea, Mr. Bill Callaghan, Mr. Cumming, Mr. Percy, Mr. Barber] + Chancellor of the Exchequer [Sir Geoffrey Howe] and Secretary of State for Employment [Jim Prior] [ Mr. Ian Gow, Mr. David Wolfson, Mr. Clive Whitmore, Mr. Henry James, Mr. Tim Lankester] – No. 10.

It’s good to know that Thatch was meeting Geoffrey Sewer whilst he was affording complete protection to the people who were supplying her mates Peter Morrison and Jimmy Savile – as well as others – with under-aged kids to abuse. Whilst Thatch was holding this tete a tete with Sewer, Mary Wynch was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’) and later told me that Dafydd encouraged the adolescents on the children’s ward to have sex with each other whilst the Angels gathered around to watch.

The Good Old Days!

Sewer’s obituary in the Indie stated that Sewer ‘was an improbable trade union leader’, ‘always immaculately dressed, as befitted the highest-paid trade union leader at that time’. He was a long-standing member of the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC). Jeffrey Archer was a member of the MCC and Robert Alexander QC – who acted as Archer’s Counsel in 1987 when Archer won libel damages after perjuring himself – was President and Chairman of the MCC (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

Sewer was a Director of the Bank of England, 1978-86 and a Director of numerous companies. He was a member of countless committees dealing with health administration, local government and the law – including the Lord Chancellor’s Advisory Committee on Legal Aid (1974- 76). Who better to occupy such roles than the man who led the organisation which dispensed free legal advice to gangs of paedophiles who were murdering the witnesses to their crimes?

 

This is why I have serious reservations about assisted dying. It’s not that I want terminally ill people to die slowly and painfully in great distress, it is that the Top Doctors and those who toady to them cannot be trusted on any matter and are involved in serious organised crime.

 

A few days ago BBC News Wales ran an interview with an elderly lady whom it claimed was a ‘a spy’ whose lips were still sealed about ‘war time secrets’. I watched the clip and as far as I could work out this spy was about as much of a spy as Trumpers was – she had played a minor role in the WW II effort and explained that she’d joined up Special Operations Executive because she liked the uniform. People playing ‘minor’ roles in WWII did of course matter – after all some of them died – but there was a cadre of well-bred young women who, a la Trumpers, did nothing but were given grandiose job titles and have dined out on it ever since. I suspect that the ‘spy’ interviewed by the BBC was one of that group. This spy however – one Helen Taylor-Thompson – has done a few other things of far greater interest since she sported that fetching uniform during the war.

Helen Taylor-Thompson is Co-Founder and Life President of something called CAN (Community Action Network), ‘a network of social entrepreneurs who share a commitment to tackle social problems through business’. In the mid 1990s Helen – along with Adele Blakebrough and Lord Andrew Mawson, co-founders of CAN – organised the Great Banquet, a nosh in London for 33,000 people ‘from every background’, although presumably they weren’t all sitting around the same dining table. This was the launch of CAN.

Before I provide a few details about Helen the Spy Whose Lips Are Forever Sealed, I need to say a bit about Adele and Lord Andrew Mawson to give readers some idea of the sort of folk involved with CAN and that massive nosh.

Adele Blakebrough ‘has helped companies such as  Sony, Coca-Cola, and O2 to implement corporate social responsibility strategies’. She ‘strongly believes that big businesses can learn lessons from the Third sector, as well as charities learning from the corporate world’. Adele’s ‘strength as a speaker is to connect her own world with the worlds of her audience’. Adele is Chief Executive of the Social Business Trust and ‘one of the UK’s most influential social entrepreneurs’. She is ‘an inspirational keynote speaker on corporate responsibility’. She founded the Social Business Trust in 2010 and set out on a mission to ‘identify growing social enterprises and to help scale them up, with the help of partners, including Credit Suisse, Clifford Chance, British Gas and BT’.

You couldn’t get much more socially responsible than those companies that Adele has been involved with could you. According to someone from Sony, ‘Adele has a unique combination of vision and experience. Not only does she inspire you to do something but gives you the tools to do it’.

Adele was Director of Kaleidoscope, a ground-breaking London charity aimed at stabilising the lives of heroin addicts.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and CAIS work as partners with a drug charity called Kaleioscope – I wonder if it’s the same one.

Adele is ‘a witty and highly engaging speaker, who is never afraid to tell stories about things that have gone wrong in order to help people understand how to improve their chances of getting things right. She knows the worlds of the Third sector, the public sector and business and can talk with insight and inspiration about getting the best out of people in all three. She is comfortable in a wide range of settings. She has spoken with great impact to large gatherings of civil servants, management consultants, bankers, professional women and at a number of party political conferences’.

Adele’s strength as a speaker ‘is to connect her own world with the worlds of her audience, so that people find themselves inspired in their own situation through intensified understanding of someone else’s challenges and triumphs. So, the banker and management consultant gain insight from the world of community re-cycling or drug abuse’.

Adele originally trained as a Baptist Minister.

The Great Banquet may have brought people from all social backgrounds together, but Adele doesn’t remember the cleaning lady – Adele remembers that the Great Banquet was attended by a man called Tony Blair and another man called the Rev Jesse Jackson.

However Adele really hit the jackpot when in 2010 she sat at the Cabinet table with PM David Cameron and Deputy PM Nick Clegg when they launched their ‘Big Society’ programme. Readers might remember that the Big Society was that idea of Dave’s which led to Dave giving millions to Kids’ Company without question, because Cameron and Cleggy were too thick to see through the pseudoscientific bollocks of Camila Batmanghelidjh.

Cameron – next time that a woman with a degree in theatre studies starts talking to you about the ‘thermostatic regulation of the emotions’ and ‘self-soothing neural pathways’, do invite someone who knows their arse from their elbow to come and listen to the pitch before handing over the blank cheque.

Adele has ‘convened a top level summit on the role of social enterprise in education, with the support of Ministers and ex-Ministers from across the political spectrum’. Where no doubt a few more gullible idiots were persuaded to part with taxpayers’ money.

Another co-founder of CAN, Lord Andrew Mawson, is also a social entrepreneur who trained as a Baptist Minister – he was ordained in 1979. Mawson was President of CAN until 2010. Andrew is ‘best known’ for his work at the Bromley Bow Centre, the UK’s first Healthy Living Centre. The Centre ‘has pioneered a whole new approach to community regeneration, which uses entrepreneurship and the creative arts as the tools to transform one of the most deprived areas of the UK. In doing this the Centre has led the development of and become a national exemplar for Healthy Living Centres and Children’s Centres’.

Healthy Living Centres have made bugger all difference to the health of the UK population as statistics relating to health outcomes in the UK demonstrate and the evidence regarding the various types of ‘children’s centres’ suggests that their effectiveness is variable. For example ‘Sure Start’ benefited disadvantaged parents but there was no effect on children’s outcomes, or at least those outcomes which were measured because people presumed that there would be an impact upon them.

However, we are assured that the Bromley by Bow model is now ‘recognised internationally’ and Andrew has been invited to present his work at numerous international symposiums, including the 18th World Conference on Health Promotion and Health Education sponsored by the WHO. The Centre is cited in numerous White Papers and policy documents and was described by Sir Kenneth Calman as ‘five years ahead of its time’.

Sir Kenneth Calman was Chief Medical Officer of Scotland, 1989-91 and then of England and Wales, 1991-98. Ken was appointed by John Major – he succeeded the old crook Sir Donald Acheson who was tasked with getting those involved with the Westminster Paedophile Ring to wake up to the fact that they could well contract HIV from the under-aged drug using rent boys with whom they were having sex (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’) – but Sir Ken hung around long enough to serve under Blair, at least for a little while. Readers will have noticed that Sir Ken was CMO for England and Wales during the paedophile years in north Wales, the years when Dafydd built up his drugs empire, the closing down that wasn’t of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and the first part of the Waterhouse Inquiry…

Sir Ken’s good fortune continued whilst Blair was PM and beyond – Sir Ken became VC of Durham University and is now Chancellor of Glasgow University…

Sir Ken is an oncologist and he’ll know all about the endemic research fraud in cancer research. For more details re Sir Ken and a Mystery which took place at Glasgow University on his watch, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’.

 

Lord Andrew Mawson has been a member of the PM’s Delivery Unit – which PM I do not know, but as Blair, Brown and Cameron all used the same lame advisors who came out with the sort of idiocy spouted by Andrew and Adele it probably doesn’t matter. He was a founding member of Poplar Harca, (a £300 million housing company in east London) and of Leaside Regeneration Ltd., which runs a £100 million regeneration programme in east London close to the Olympic site. Lord Andrew was also involved in something called Water City – it seems to be a grandiose ambition to  transform some canals into something amazing – with Blair’s mate Lord Richard Rogers, who supplied the nation with much entertainment when he designed Blair’s folly the Millennium Dome.

In 1996 Andrew was asked to take responsibility for the Stanton Guildhouse in the Cotswolds where he is now President.  Stanton Guildhouse is a ‘successful national training and conference facility and a sustainable social enterprise’. Stanton Guildhouse is certainly not something for the disposessed of East London – it is ‘a beautiful Grade II listed conference centre specialising in select, small conferences’, which promotes ‘social entrepreneurship, assists with corporate team building and advises on business troubleshooting’. Stanton provides fully catered accommodation in a ‘visually stunning manor house’ – ‘an elegant venue for weddings or special events’. 

Andrew received an OBE for his work in Tower Hamlets in the Millennium New Years Honours List. He was awarded a peerage in 2007 – he sits as a crossbencher.

Manchester University’s International Festival of Public Health web page also features Andrew. We are told that Andrew ‘has recently been appointed Chairman of Well North, a Public Health England initiative linking local authorities and the private sector to improve the health of people living in some of the most deprived parts of the North of England’ and that ‘over a decade ago, Andrew and his partners wrote one of the earliest papers proposing that the Olympics Games be brought to east London. He is today a Director of the London Legacy Development Corporation. Over the next 25 years, this company will plan, develop, and manage the Olympic Park in east London and create a lasting legacy from the 2012 Games’.

Keynote speakers at Manchester University’s International Festival of Public Health included Professor Sir Michael Marmot. Marmot is a psychiatrist who has spent the last few decades fighting health inequalities and remains gobsmacked as to why his battle has not been in the least bit effective (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). Sir Bruce Keogh was Medical Director of the NHS in England and National Medical Director of the NHS Commissioning Board (NHS England).

So Adele and Andrew have spent years working in spheres and geographical locations in which vulnerable people are mistreated, harmed and let down by the various welfare services, including kids in care who end up working in the sex trade. More recently Adele and Andrew have ingratiated themselves to those at the top of the food chain who oversaw such serious failure but clocked up honours and gongs.

 

Now for Helen the Spy. Helen was elected to the Board of the Mildmay Mission Hospital in the East End in 1952 and afterwards sat on a number of Government NHS committees. She later fought the closure of the Mildmay Hospital and became its Chair when it reopened as the first hospice in Europe for people living with AIDS in 1988.

Online information about Helen explains that when the Mildmay Hospital was ‘cut’, Helen Taylor-Thompson ‘took over the hospital and reopened it herself’. It is explained that Helen is just the last in ‘a succession of strong women driven by a passion to care for the sick and the outcast, ever since the eighteen-sixties’ when the Mildmay ‘was established to minister to those in Shoreditch suffering from the cholera epidemic’.

There are shades of ‘Call the Midwife’ in this account of the work of the Mildmay. The reality is that health and welfare provision for the poor whilst the Mildmay Mission Hospital was doing its bit was pretty brutal. The poor were usually seen to be the architects of their own misfortune and many people attributed their poverty as well as any other problems that they encountered to inborn inherited deficiency. Their children were frequently removed from them and they had absolutely no say in what happened to those children – a lot of them were of course transported overseas as part of the child migration programme which has recently reared its head and caused such embarrassment to the UK Gov’t. Children from the East End were part of that programme and the Mildmay could well have been involved – Helen et al will certainly have known about it.

The Mildmay began life in 1866 as a mission hospital founded by Catherine Pennefeather as a memorial to her husband, the Irish evangelist William Pennefeather. In 1890, a foundation stone was laid for a purpose-built hospital which opened in 1892 and the Mildmay Hospital ‘served the people of the East End continuously until it was shut by Margaret Thatcher’s Gov’t in 1982’.

Helen Taylor-Thompson ‘refused to let the noble history and tradition of care that the Mildmay represented’ be broken. She reopened it in 1985 and three year laters in 1988, Mildmay inaugurated Europe’s first dedicated HIV clinic. It was Helen ‘who delivered the circumstance in which Princess Diana came to the Mildmay and kissed a patient who was dying of AIDS upon the cheek, a powerful gesture that reverberates in the collective memory to this day and that contributed to overcoming the ignorance and prejudice which surrounded the disease at that time’. It was an event that ‘occurred within a climate in which staff of the Mildmay were shunned in the neighbourhood and even refused haircuts at local barbers out of misplaced fear of infection’.

Helen is the direct descendant of the missionary Dr David Livingston and the daughter of the Chairman of the African Inland Mission.

The Mildmay was a ‘little general hospital, much loved’, with just a few wards and an A&E department. In the 1970s, the District Health Authority had tried closing it ‘but they were frightened to do so because it had such a good reputation’. Other small hospitals were closing locally and ‘many people felt that the Mildmay had had its day’, yet Helen believed it was still valuable because it was a Mission Hospital and it worked with the most vulnerable people. Helen was Chairman of the Hospital Advisory Council which she had formed to support the Mildmay and, when she saw that it was next in line to close, she ‘got the community behind her’ to fight. Nonetheless Helen was told that the Mildmay would have to close and indeed it did.

Helen took legal advice and consulted Peter Shore MP and Kenneth Clarke in her efforts to have the Mildmay re-opened. She requested a long lease. Two months later she was offered the opportunity of a peppercorn lease for 99 years – with strings attached. According to Helen she then received a phone call from an Angel’s father who wanted to help – and who just happened to work for the GLC. Helen had a feasibility study carried out by an accountant and her original plan was to work with young people who had suffered  chronic injuries in accidents and people with multiple sclerosis.

The District Health Authority opposed plans to re-open the hospital because they wanted to sell it. Helen was given a year ‘to make a go of it’. To raise money, Helen sold the Mildmay Convalescent Home for half a million and then discovered that a Trust fund existed from 1948 when the Mildmay was taken over by the NHS. It was £365,000, enough to do what Helen wanted for eighteen months. By now the Mildmay had been closed for three years. Helen stated that the first patient was admitted some six months later – so presumably this would have been towards the end of 1985 or the beginning of 1986. Elizabeth Willcocks, the previous matron who was in retirement, agreed to come back for two years and the Mildmay reopened.

Thirteen months later, the Mildmay was asked if they would accept some AIDS patients. Helen proposed to the Board that the top floor of the building should be used for AIDS patients. The Mildmay encountered much opposition – she mentioned that bricks were thrown through the windows, that other Christians opposed their work and gay groups boycotted them because of course the Mildmay missionaries were perceived to be ‘Bible bashers’.

In Oct 1988 the Mildmay opened as the first hospice in Europe dedicated to treating people with AIDS. The demand was such that the whole hospital – 36 beds – was turned over for that purpose. The Gov’t then agreed to fund the Mildmay.

Helen remembered that ‘the press used to be on the roof of the building opposite with telephoto lenses’ because they had some ‘quite well-known people as patients’. She explains that the Mildmay was not a sad place although people were dying, because the patients were so well looked after and that the Top Doctors ensured that they suffered no pain. Princess Diana came regularly and there was a patient called Martin who was dying and had lost touch with his family for eleven years. Helen asked Martin if he’d like to present a bouquet to Diana – the BBC were on hand and filmed Diana as she kissed Martin. His mother rang shortly after and ‘the whole family were reunited’ before he died.

The Chairman of the District Health Authority was so impressed that he paid a private visit to Helen.

Peter Shore was MP for Stepney, 1964-97. Shortly after he was elected, he was appointed PPS to Harold Wilson the PM. Denis Healey referred to Shore as ‘Harold’s lapdog’. Wilson concealed much wrongdoing, including the abuse of children and psych patients in north Wales and George Thomas’s sex offending in south Wales – George Thomas got on well with Wilson (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Stepney is in the Borough of Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was yet another London Borough that sent kids in its care into the arms of the paedophiles of north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). Peter Shore knew what was happening to those kids as did everybody involved in health and social care in the area  in which the Mildmay Hospital was located. Ken Clarke knew about the paedophile ring in north Wales and he knew about Peter Morrison’s involvement with it. Clarke knew that it was being concealed by the mental health services and the wider NHS and Shore will have known that as well.

When Helen Taylor-Thompson first began her battle to save the Mildmay, no-one was interested – probably because it was seen as a very outdated institution run by people who were seen by the locals as God botherers who had probably been alienated by Helen et al for years. However Helen obviously did wield influence and because she’d been involved with running the NHS for so long she knew how to campaign.

Helen only received Gov’t support for her Mildmay ambitions from the mid 1980s onwards. By this time Thatcher’s Gov’t were beginning to face the horrible truth that AIDS was terminal and infectious – no matter what Thatcher and her Gov’t spouted about Victorian values and not promoting homosexuality, they were quietly tolerating promiscuous gay sex among some of their own inner circle and in some cases the sexual exploitation of underaged people.

It was the awful Sir Donald Acheson – a Top Doctor who had spent years concealing the activities of Dafydd et al – who when he was Chief Medical Officer impressed upon Thatcher’s Gov’t that HIV killed people if they contracted it, there was no effective treatment and because of the lifestyle of some high profile people including politicians, they were at risk of being clobbered (see post ‘ Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). The Mildmay received Gov’t funding at the very time when there was a massive cover-up in north Wales over the business model of the paedophile ring – children were sent to north Wales children’s homes, brutalised, abused, groomed and trafficked back down to London and Brighton for sex work. John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community mainly targeted boys – there was literally a supply of rent boys into London from north Wales and by the mid 1980s they were becoming infected with HIV.

Helen Taylor-Thompson, Peter Shore and Ken Clarke would have all known exactly what the score was. The young men dying of AIDS in the Mildmay were the witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. They are all dead and Helen et al have never spoken about how those boys contracted HIV. There were often references to them having fallen out with their families – it wasn’t simply because they were gay, it was because they had become involved with male prostitution and they had been taken into ‘care’ when they were kids anyway.

Missionaries have a bad press these days – people tend to construct them as colonial types who impose themselves on other cultures and cause great damage. Not all missionaries did do that, some of them did excellent work and were respectful and sensitive to people from different backgrounds. Helen and those running the Mildmay however knew exactly what a sordid deal they had struck and why they were being given dosh and receiving visits from Diana. The witnesses to the most dreadful scandal were dying and STILL everybody was keeping quiet.

It occurs to me that although Helen’s career as a spy might have been rather exaggerated, her work with the Special Operations Executive could well have opened doors to the people with connections in the security services whom it has now been admitted concealed the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere.

 

A new building for the Mildmay Hospital is currently under development and Helen Taylor-Thompson remains ‘undiminished in her fervour to be of service to humanity’ – she is currently involved in an ‘ambitious educational project’. Thare Machi Education (originally Starfish Initiative) began in 2000 and Helen Chairs the organisation. Thare Machi Education (TME) uses interactive DVDs in local languages to educate children and young people regarding HIV. TME works with partners in Uganda, Kenya, South Africa, Malawi, India and Cambodia and soon will be in DR Congo, Zambia and China.

As every good hospital does, the Mildmay has some high profile supporters, including a few celebs.

Margaret Sentamu has been President of Mildmay International since 2010. Her background is in ‘recruitment and executive search’ and more recently she has focused on helping organisations to ‘harness difference’ in the workplace and in communities.  Margaret is a member of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority and the CIPFA, the regulatory body for accountants. Margaret became President of Mildmay International in 2010. Margaret is married to the Archbishop of York Dr John Sentamu.

Corrupt solicitors who were somehow never disciplined assisted the organised child abuse gangs, as of course did crooked accountants – John Allen became a millionaire as a result of the serious criminal empire which was the Bryn Alyn Community and Dafydd’s done pretty well for himself too. Huw Vaughan Thomas was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council for much of the time when the paedophile gang operated in Gwynedd’s Social Services. Huw’s wife Enid Rowlands was and might still be Chair of the Solicitors’ Regulation Society.

Margaret might have dedicated herself to harnessing difference, but her husband is famously homophobic and it is highly likely that someone from Margaret’s background is as well. The Sentamus are both Ugandan. Uganda is not a friendly place if one is gay – homosexuality is illegal and gay people are frequently murdered once they have been outed. Ugandans are seeking asylum in the UK on the grounds that their lives are in danger in Uganda.

Margaret is also a non-executive Director of the Leeds and York Partnership NHS Foundation Trust – who have still not come clean about Jimmy Savile and his legacy. One of Margaret’s roles is as Mental Health Act Manager. There have been serious mental health failures in Leeds and York.

John Sentamu was the Bishop of Stepney, 1996-2002. He was in post when there were complaints that children in care from that area had been abused in north Wales and he was in post throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Earlier this week the BBC reported that John Sentamu was one of the Church of England leaders who had been named in a misconduct complaint in 2015 after someone alleged that they had been sexually assaulted by a vicar in Bradford but had failed to act. The Church has struck out the complaint on the grounds of a time limit.

 

The Vice-President of the Mildmay is the Rt Revd Adrian Newman who became the Bishop of Stepney in July 2011. He describes himself as a ‘social entrepreneur’ – of course. Newman worked as an economist before ministerial training at Trinity College Bristol and was ordained in 1985. His current portfolios within the Diocese of London include a response to the Olympics legacy, overseeing a joint venture with the Church Urban Fund to engage with issues of poverty across the capital, policing in London, and our continuing engagement with Urban Regeneration across the capital.

The Chair is the Very Revd John Richardson. He is an Anglican priest in the Diocese of Canterbury who joined the Board of Mildmay in 2004. John became Chairman in 2007 after visits to HIV and AIDS projects in Uganda, London and across the Pennines where he worked with Top Doctors and other health professionals. Since 2009 John has been working in partnership with statutory and regional authorities in Margate, one of the most deprived parishes in the South East of England.

The interim Chief Executive is Carol Stone who temporarily stepped down as a Trustee role to act as interim CEO. Carol was an Angel for nearly 40 years after training at King’s College Hospital. She retired as the Chief Executive of the Ellenor Lions Hospice in 2014 after 26 years. Carol became the senior nurse specialist at what was then the Ellenor Foundation in 1988, eventually moving to nursing director and finally CEO. At her time at the hospice, she introduced respite care in the area, and established the charity’s specialist home service children’s hospice, Chyps. Carol also assisted with the merger of the Ellenor Foundation with the Lions Hospice in 2007.
 Dr Ross White was CEO of Mildmay for nine years until Feb 2018 – he is now CEO of charity in Surrey.

Jim Bennett has 25 years of working in the charity sector and was recently ordained as Deacon in the Anglican church. His charity background includes working at a hospice in South East London where he joined as its first fundraiser and over time became its Chief Executive. He was at the hospice for 17 years and helped to develop both its care services and but took a key role in developing its sustainable income streams. When he left the hospice, he joined a national charity and led that through a period of transition and development. Jim left full time employment to train for the ministry and is now Assistant Curate at Saint Augustine’s in Slade Green, Kent.

Diana Forrest is a Top Doctor, with experience in developing countries and the UK. She started her public health activities in Tower Hamlets and she was Director of Public Health for Knowsley PCT for the last 12 years of her working life. For seven years after her retirement, Diana worked in a voluntary capacity on a local housing estate, linking church and community to improve quality of life on that estate. She also ran a foodbank, and chaired a small charity which engaged with children and families on the estate.

Diana has been following the progress of Mildmay since the 1970s and now she has moved to Hertfordshire has become more involved. Dr. Diana Forrest is listed as a Director of seven companies – she has resigned from six and is currently Director of ‘Transforming Lives Together, Chester Diocese/Church Urban Fund’.

So Diana spent many years as a Top Doctor working in public health in Liverpool. Healthcare in Liverpool was dominated by the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s network (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). More recently Diana has become involved in the Chester Diocese. Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester and his abuse of children was facilitated by a number of professional people – and even more people knew what he was doing but did nothing. Dafydd’s toxic influence was present in the area – Dafydd used to hold clinics at the Grosvenor Nuffield Hospital in Chester, the north Wales paedophile gang operated in Cheshire and the Courts in Chester were riddled with corruption and doing favours for the paedophile gang. John Allen owned a children’s home in Cheshire. It was recently revealed that a former Bishop of Chester abused children for many years.

Diana is married to John Forrest whose wiki entry describes him as a ‘UK production creative’ who has ‘made significant contributions to the UK broadcast production scene since 1970’. He currently presents Pause for Thought on BBC Radio 2 and The Daily Service on BBC Radio 4. Forrest was a founder member of staff with BBC Radio Manchester. In 1973 John Forrest joined the establishing staff at LBC Radio in London as features producer and later as Deputy Head of Programmes. Whilst there he invented the character of Mr Nasty for the children’s phone-in programme Jellybone. Mr Nasty became an instant success….

Forrest worked for several years as a Researcher/Arranger with Thames Television in London. In the late 1970s he became programme director with the London-based ‘Arts Centre Group’ where his production credits included work with Cliff Richard. Forrest re-joined the BBC as a network radio producer in 1981. Following a number of television series that he produced for BBC Two, Forrest joined the production staff of ‘Songs of Praise’. His production from the Millennium Stadium on 2 Jan 2000 became the largest ever ‘Songs of Praise’ programme, with an attending live audience of 60,000, a choir of 6,000 and 100 Welsh harps assembled for the occasion.

Dr Rosalind Furlong is a Top Doctor – precisely a consultant psychiatrist in the NHS. She has been a Trustee of the Mildmay since 2004.

 

The Prebendary Ronald Swan is an Anglican priest who has served on the Board since 2008. He is also Chairman of the Executive Council of the Friends of Mildmay, a position he has held for the last 10 years. He has a long association and concern for pastoral care which has found expression in chaplaincy work and training of clergy.

Anna Turco is a dual trained RGN and specialist community public health nurse with 27 years clinical experience.  An advanced nurse practitioner, CBT and NET therapist, a Freedom Programme faciliator and training provider for ‘Toxic Trio’ – her background includes A&E, mental health, substance misuse and addictions, domestic abuse, prison liasion, safeguarding vulnerable adults and children, out of hours GP service and family drug and alcohol court for Kent and Medway.

Anna Turco has spent a whole career watching the abuse and mistreatment of vulnerable people and the welfare system colluding with this.

 

The Mildmay has snared a few big names to act as Patrons.

Dame Judi Dench has been a supporter and Patron of Mildmay for many years. Dame Judi says that ‘Long-term HIV care is proving more challenging and complex than we ever imagined. Mildmay helps to bring new hope to thousands caught up in the continuing HIV crisis. Not only does it provide the UK with a facility for specialist rehabilitation and capacity-building training, but also supports inspiring treatment and education programmes across East Africa.I urge you to join me in supporting their vital work.’

Dame Judi is Patron of the St James’s Singers, en elite choir. Vice-Presidents of the St James’s Singers include Professor Robert Bluglass and his Top Doctor wife Kerry, who must know that her husband concealed a paedophile gang.

Anita Dobson, another Patron, is an actor and singer. She was of course Ange from EastEnders, Dirty Den’s wife. She is married to founder member of Queen, Brian May. May’s friend and fellow band member Freddie Mercury died of complications resulting from AIDS in Nov 1991. Mercury knew that he was HIV positive in 1987 – it was alleged that he consulted a Harley Street specialist regarding his concerns that he had contracted HIV in 1986.

Anthony Furlong is a consultant architect for Sheppard Robson. He is also president of the City Property Association. Anthony is one of the Mildmay’s newest patrons but has known about the Mildmay for a while – he is married to Dr Ros Furlong. So which does the Mildmay value most, the clinical skills of Top Doctor Ros, or the global capitalism of her husband?

Lord Ian McColl is a Patron of the Mildmay!

Patron Humphrey Norrington retired as Vice-Chairman of Barclays Bank in 1993 and has since taken on several posts at not-for-profit organisations after his career in an industry totally devoted to profit. Humphrey is married to Frances and they are both active members of their local Anglican church.

The Mildmay also boast of Sir Cliff Richard as a Patron. Sir Cliff has supported Mildmay since its early days, helping to raise awareness as well as funds for its work. Sir Cliff was of course famously furious in 2014 when the police let it be known in the most public way possible that he was under investigation for sexual abuse by helpfully allowing the BBC to film outside of his Berkshire house as they rifled through his undies. Cliff was at his other house at the time – the one in the Algarve, a favourite location for very wealthy Brits who might have cause to avoid the police. Police officers sent the BBC an aerial photograph of Sir Cliff’s home the night before the raid, so that the BBC ‘knew how to find it’. Which suggests that the police have got one hell of a sense of humour. Probably as a result of all the time and money that they have spent trying to nail celebrity molesters, only to see the cases collapse in court and the witnesses kill themselves in the aftermath.

Another Patron is Linda Robson, an actress best known for ‘Birds Of A Feather’. In Nov 2014, Linda was a part of Gareth Malone’s ‘All Star Choir’ who released a cover version of Wake Me Up to raise money for Children In Need. Linda joined Mildmay for their appearance at the Lord Mayor’s Show in London in 2016, which was part of their 150th anniversary celebrations.

Canon Roger Royle, another Patron, is an Anglican priest, broadcaster and writer. He was ordained in the Church of England in 1962 and his first curacy was in Portsea, Portsmouth. During his career he served as Conduct and Senior Chaplain of Eton College. On leaving Eton in 1979 he became a freelance broadcaster, speaker and journalist working mainly for BBC radio and television and IPC magazines, while serving as a non-stipendiary priest. He also began working as a promoter of the preventative medicine campaign for ‘Save the Children’ – a charity with which Princess Anne was famously associated, which is now receiving a great deal of bad publicity. As well as presenting his own TV series, Roger has hosted BBC’s ‘Songs of Praise’ and been a regular contributor to radio including Pause for Thought. So he must be a mate of John Forrest’s.

In 1990 Roger was honoured by the then Archbishop of Canterbury Robert Runcie with a Lambeth Degree in recognition for his work in media. He is now a Canon Emeritus of Southwark Cathedral and in November 2016 he became Hon. Chaplain to the Lord Mayor of London. Southwark Social Services sent a great many children in their care to children’s homes in north Wales and continued to send them even after complaints of serious abuse. Dafydd’s mate Dr Jim Birley from the Maudsley – who was President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists as well as of the BMA – established the Southwark Association for Mental Health and was mates with Lord David Ennals (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Ennals was a Minister in the Home Office and Secretary of State for the DHSS, as well as being a senior figure in MIND during the many years whilst MIND concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Patron Donald Steel is Associate Director of Johnson Associates and is responsible for crisis communications, strategy and business development. In March 2011 the BBC in house magazine Ariel informed readers that Steel, who had been at the BBC 22 years and had variously worked as a local radio presenter and producer, press officer and for 11 years as the BBC’s Chief Media Spokesman. He orchestrated the BBC response to events ranging from the murder of Jill Dando to the Hutton Inquiry and served under four DGs. Steel maintained his links to the BBC after he left their employment, remaining in an advisory role.

So Donald Steel is the person who ensured that Jimmy Savile’s decades of sex offending never became public knowledge. Should the Mildmay find itself in a position in which they would rather something was not made public, Donald could be relied upon to keep it out of the media. Likewise if the Mildmay wanted a bit of good PR – for example if Helen Taylor-Thompson wanted to claim to be a spy who was still keeping wartime secrets – Donald would be in an excellent position to make that happen.

The people involved with the Mildmay remind me a bit of the Rev Nicky Gumbel and those around him who were behind the Alpha course. They were very affluent professional people but quite evangelical and they attracted similar people into the Church. It really wowed other church goers – the thing that was always said about Nicky Gumbel’s church was ‘there’s a row of Porches outside’. That section of society don’t tend to go to church. Brown told me that the Alpha course was reputed to be homophobic. I had been invited to go along to one at the time and the first few sessions were very sound, discussing issues of power, capitalism and internationalism, but Brown was right – towards the end there was a very strong element of rigid notions regarding gender roles and yes, homophobia.

 

 

Now for a bit more history. Someone helpfully sent me a link to a Welsh psychiatrist called William Rees-Thomas a few days ago and asked me whether he was linked to Gwynne the lobotomist or Dafydd.

Rees-Thomas was born in 1887 to a Welsh farming family near Senny Bridge in Breconshire. He was educated at the County School at Brecon and he won scholarships to University College, Cardiff and Charing Cross Hospital. He graduated in 1909. By 1912 Rees-Thomas’s interest had turned to psychiatry and his first substantive appointment was that of medical officer and pathologist at the East Sussex County Mental Hospital, Hellingly. He acquired the recently instituted Diploma of Psychological Medicine of Cambridge University and the older certificate of the Medico-Psychological Association.

In the absence of a special institution for ‘mental defectives’ in Sussex, Hellingly Hospital cared for many such patients. Rees-Thomas’s first published article was on ‘Syphilis Among Mental Defectives’. Which suggests that there was a lot of it about. Perhaps due to that long tradition of various people sexually exploiting other more vulnerable people – Rees-Thomas will have known how common this was but it was probably the mental defectives who took the rap for it. Rees-Thomas took up this branch of psychiatry as his speciality. In 1914 Moss Side Hospital near Liverpool opened as a state institution for ‘criminal and violent’ mental defectives, and Rees-Thomas was appointed its first medical superintendent. So Moss Side started its life as it ended it – a dreadful brutal institution which housed the pathologised victims of unscrupulous people (see post ‘Security, Security’).

Within a few months of Rees-Thomas beginning his job as superintendent, the buildings of Moss Side were taken over for use as a war hospital, mainly for the treatment of neurosis and ‘shell shock’. Rees-Thomas left for active service in the RAMC.

Rees-Thomas returned to Moss Side in 1919, but within a short time the use of the hospital was yet again changed and he was transferred with his patients to Rampton Hospital in Nottinghamshire which, having been built as a second Broadmoor, was now allocated to ‘mental defectives’ needing special security. It is claimed that ‘over the next twelve years Rees-Thomas developed the hospital on progressive lines, with full occupational and recreational facilities, so that its reputation stood as high as that of any psychiatric hospital in the country’.

This was probably simply not true. Every institution with a diabolical reputation stresses that at some point in the past it was a model of forward thinking and enlightenment. Someone e mailed me the other day after they discovered the joys of the North Wales Hospital Historical Society, which is not a historical society but rather an online social forum for the former staff of the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh. Their shared memories are hilarious – not only is there a total disregard for patient confidentiality as named patients from not that long ago are openly discussed, but of course everything was just great out there. Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd don’t get a mention, neither does anyone who was sexually exploited, physically assaulted or fleeced of their property whilst they were banged up, yet alone the folk who were imprisoned in the dungeon. Lobotomies are not remembered and neither is the notorious ‘aversion therapy’ for homosexuality which was taking place at Denbigh long after homosexuality was decriminalised.

The North Wales Hospital may have had high ideals when it was first built – as indeed did Broadmoor – but things went downhill a very long time ago. No-one who has worked at Denbigh – yet alone Rampton – for the last few decades could claim that those institutions led the way. They shamed the nation which was why people were demanding their closure as long ago as the 1950s.

In 1932 Rees-Thomas was appointed one of the two Medical Senior Commissioners of the Board of Control for Lunacy and Mental Deficiency – which at that time supervised the welfare of mental patients, inspected the mental hospitals and was directly responsible for the state institutions (later called ‘special hospitals’). His older colleague was Sir Hubert Bond, and together they encouraged the developments made possible by the Mental Treatment Act of 1930, such as the opening of psychiatric clinics and co-operation with local authority services, as well as the new physical methods of treatment, ie. lobotomy and other damaging irreversible ‘treatments’, which led to the deaths of more than a few patients.

After the disruption of WW II, Rees-Thomas was concerned with the changes connected with the inclusion of psychiatry in the NHS and then with ‘progressive’ developments such as community care and the informal admission of patients, foreshadowing the provisions of the 1959 Mental Health Act. Such developments are now written about as enlightening – yet informal patients at that time had almost as little choice and were treated as oppressively as detained patients. Conditions for everyone were nearly always appalling.

By this time the Commissioners of the Board of Control also held office in the Ministry of Health – Rees-Thomas, like his colleagues, felt that there was no longer a need for an independent Board of Control. The Royal (Percy) Commission agreed with this and the Board’s existence came to an end in 1960, when Rees-Thomas retired – long after the usual age.

Rees-Thomas had throughout taken an active part in the Royal Medico-Psychological Association and after serving as Vice-Chairman of its Mental Deficiency and Educational Committees, occupied the Presidential Chair, 1949- 1950. He served for several years,as the RMPA’s representative on the General Nursing Council. He was made an honorary member in 1955. Top Doctors do have a habit of turning up on influential nursing bodies.

In 1917 Rees-Thomas married Muriel Hodgson Jones, whom he had met whilst he worked at Moss Side. They had a son, Frederick Douglas Rees-Thomas and a daughter, Aelwyn Minette, who married Dr D.W. Taylor Roberts, an obstetrician and gynaecologist at St George’s Hospital. Aelwyn Minette Taylor-Roberts died in 2012 but all information about her has recently been removed from the internet, as has all info relating to her Top Doctor husband and indeed her brother Frederick. Now why might that be?

William Rees-Thomas died in 1978 – no doubt his son-in-law outlived him and may well have still wielded influence at St George’s when I worked there, 1989-91 and they were busy concealing the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales as well as other serious criminality in south London.

Muriel died in 1935 and in 1948 Rees-Thomas married Ruth Darwin, a granddaughter of Charles Darwin. Like Rees-Thomas, Ruth Darwin was a Senior Commissioner of the Board of Control until 1949, having previously for many years been actively engaged in promoting the welfare of the ‘mentally defective’. In 1929, with the money from her father’s estate, Ruth founded the Darwin Trust to foster research into ‘mental defect, disease or disorder’. Ruth’s idea of promoting the welfare of people whom she judged to be mentally defective was to ensure that they didn’t breed. She was an advocate of eugenics and in 1932 she was appointed to the Brock Committee, a Parliamentary Committee Chaired by Sir Laurence Brock – the Chairman of the Board of Control – which produced the Brock Report that called for the forced sterilisation of mental defectives.

Sir Laurence’s son was the historian Michael Brock. Michael Brock spent most of his career at Oxford University, apart from a brief interlude in the 1970s when he slummed it at Exeter. In 1978 Brock took up the post of Warden of Nuffield College, Oxford, where he remained until his formal retirement in 1988, serving as PVC of the University from 1980. After retiring from Oxford, Brock served as warden of St George’s House, Windsor Castle, until 1993.

After their retirement William and Ruth Rees-Thomas lived at High Hackhurst in Surrey, where they devoted themselves to their garden, which was regularly open to the public. Ruth Rees-Thomas died in 1972 and William outlived her by six years.

Ruth Darwin’s mother, Lady Ida Darwin – who was married to Charles Darwin’s son Sir Horace Darwin – was co-founder of the ‘Cambridge Association for the Feeble-Minded’. Ida also helped to found the ‘Association for the Care of Girls’ along with other wives of Cambridge University dons in 1883. The group offered support to abused women and those drawn into sex work and helped them with training and getting back to other employment. Ida’s daughter said of her that she ‘realised the injustices they suffered in an ignorant and careless world. She suffered with them and there was awakened in her the deep convictions of the need for social and legislative reforms that guided her future course’. Ida’s work with the particularly vulnerable, ‘feeble-minded’ women inspired her to campaign for legislation, such as the  Mental Deficiency Act of 1913.

After the Mental Deficiency Act was passed, the ‘Cambridge Association for the Feeble-Minded’ merged with the ‘Cambridgeshire Voluntary Association for the Care of the Mentally Defective’ and became the ‘Central Association for Mental Welfare’ which eventually evolved into MIND. Ida was Chairman of the ‘Central Association for Mental Welfare’ for her entire working life and provided a room in her house for the administration of the group. Ida died in 1946. Her obituary in The Times was followed by a note describing her as ‘one of the pioneers in this country in the field of social work’.

Sadly, Ida’s legacy became completely corrupted.

In the late 19th century people with brain injury and single mothers were labelled ‘feeble minded’ and local authorities had to provide public asylums to house those individuals deemed to be ‘pauper lunatics’. (Pauper lunatics from north Wales had to go all the way to Liverpool before the North Wales Hospital began accepting them.) Fulbourn Asylum was opened in 1858 for the feeble-minded people of Cambridge.

In the 1960s, the East Anglia Regional Hospital Board chose a site next to the Fulbourn mental hospital for a new hospital that was to cater for 250 residents with what was then called mental handicap – the aim was that the facilities would enable each resident to maximise his or her potential. At a meeting of the Regional Hospital Board in 1963 the Chairman Lady Adrian suggested that the new unit be named the ‘Ida Darwin Hospital’. 

This sort of history matters. Those involved may be dead now, but it was not so long ago that they were teaching some of the people who are still advising on healthcare – because of the way in which medicine works, Top Doctors don’t disappear when they retire. They remain on hand to dispense words of wisdom and even if they are considered a bit batty and past it, they still wield influence. Then there are the family connections and networks – the ‘he did some terrible things but he was my grandfather/taught my dad/taught me’ etc. It serves to prevent some very abusive people and practices being challenged.

Most of the victims of Gwynne and Dafydd are dead – people didn’t tend to live too long once they were on the receiving end of help from those two – but occasionally one stumbles across them. In 1999 I was working in a very substandard elderly people’s home on Anglesey and I met a lady who had been lobotomised – probably by Gwynne. This realisation was followed by an even worse  one – that this ‘old lady’ wasn’t that old, she was the youngest person in the home. She was there because after someone had taken a pick to her brain she couldn’t look after herself, so she’d been hidden in a questionable home on Anglesey. Of course lobotomy hasn’t been practised for years – er, so how did that lady end up in that state then?

At another home on Anglesey I met an old lady who always called the care assistants ‘the attendants’ – so she had obviously been in the sort of institution that was run entirely on the lines of the old asylums. The charmers who ran this home helpfully explained to me that I wouldn’t get any sense out of her because she was a ‘burnt out schizophrenic’ (whatever that is). The man who owned the establishment in which the burnt out schizophrenic was housed was a business partner of Dafydd’s. The manager of the home had been thrown off the mental health nursing degree at Bangor University…

Even if staff have been trained in an enlightened institution there is usually not the scope in the NHS to allow them to practice properly. There was a nurse at the Hergest Unit who had trained in psychotherapy at Fulbourn Hospital – she was the only person in the mental health services in north west Wales who actually had any knowledge of psychotherapy at all, although the others all claimed to be practising  this – and had she been allowed to practice without people demanding that her priority had to be to make excuses for Dafydd and the paedophile gang she would have really achieved something, but no-one would let her.

 

 

 

The former Minister for Public Services in Wales has been in the news this week. As the allegations of bullying on the part of various people in or advising the Welsh Gov’t continue to fly, the latest person to be named and in turn to make counter-allegations is Leighton Andrews, the former AM for the Rhondda, 2003-16.

Leighton was born in Cardiff and brought up in Barry until the age of 11. He went to UCNW (Bangor University) and then did an MA at the University of Sussex. 

Andrews was Parliamentary Officer for Age Concern, 1982–84; UK Campaign Director, UN International Year of Shelter for the Homeless, 1984–87; Head of Public Affairs for the BBC, 1993–96, based in London and responsible for the BBC’s relations with the UK Parliament and with the EU institutions. He was then a lecturer at Cardiff University School of Journalism, Media and Cultural Studies immediately prior to his election as the AM for Rhondda. He was Minister for Children, Education and Learning, 2009-11; Minister for Education and Skills, 2011-13; Minister for Public Services, 2014-16. After he lost his seat in 2016 Andrews was appointed as Professor of Practice in Public Service, Leadership and Innovation, at Cardiff Business School.

Andrews was a Liberal in the 1980s and stood as the Liberal Alliance candidate for Gillingham in the 1987 General Election. On returning to Wales to live in 1996, Leighton was appointed to the Board of Tai Cymru  – Housing for Wales – by the Conservative Secretary of State for Wales, William Hague.

Leighton was co-founder of the Yes for Wales campaign for the 1997 referendum. During the referendum campaign he produced a paper with Gareth Hughes, then of the Welsh Federation of Housing Associations (now known as Community Housing Cymru) and now of ITV Wales, arguing that savings could be found to liberate more funding for housing from the Government’s proposal to abolish Tai Cymru as part of the devolution settlement.

Leighton defected to the Labour Party following the successful referendum campaign for a Welsh Assembly. Michael Meadowcroft wrote an article on his blog in 2003 after experiencing the trauma of seeing his former Liberal colleague Leighton embracing Blair’s New Labour authoritarianism. Meadowcroft expressed his confusion and sense of betrayal. Well Leighton’s putting the boot into Carwyn Jones now, so perhaps he’s been working as an undercover Lib Dem since he joined Labour.

A lot of people in Wales do not like Leighton Andrews. When Andrews was Education Minister I watched Gareth Rees, a particularly obnoxious Professor of Education from Cardiff University, state in an address to a conference that education in Wales was doomed until the world was rid of Leighton Andrews. At the time I just presumed that this was yet another old fart feeling threatened by Leighton because Leighton had made some very rude noises about the deadwood that was and still is clogging up Welsh universities. I have a friend who alleges that Gareth Rees plagiarised his work and I never witnessed Gareth Rees being anything other than rude and dismissive to absolutely everyone, so I assumed that Gareth Rees knew that his days were numbered. How are you getting on with your colleague the Professor of Practice, Leadership and Innovation then Prof Rees?

However the conundrum is that although Leighton Andrews always said the right things about clearing out the paedophiles’ friends and other dross that have rendered Wales’s public institutions sclerotic, everything that Leighton actually did assisted them. He famously altered the funding for book contracts given out by the University of Wales Press without consulting or informing anyone, which resulted in the cancelling of contracts to a group of capable young researchers because the hopeless old gits wanted the funding for themselves in an attempt to make their CVs less embarrassing than they were.

Looking at Leighton’s CV, it is clear that he has been in positions throughout his career in which he will have been party to the activities of the paedophiles’ friends. The paedophiles’ friends ran Bangor University whilst Leighton was a student there, they colonised Age Concern and the Welsh housing associations and old Savile was busy at the BBC whilst Leighton worked there. Furthermore Leighton was in the Liberal Party – until he realised that he could become an AM in the Welsh Assembly if he defected – so he’ll have known about Cyril Smith, Jeremy Thorpe, the activities of Lord Rennard and all the other fun people discussed in my post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’. When Leighton was part of the Alliance he won’t have been able to avoid Dr Death. And Leighton worked for William Hague just at the time when Hague was orchestrating the Waterhouse cover-up.

Leighton is keeping quiet about an awful lot – perhaps he is about to write the best expose that the world has yet seen.

One of Leighton’s rudest speeches which resulted in much gnashing of teeth in Welsh universities contained a few insults levelled at the Governors of Welsh universities – insults which quite accurately described the prevailing situation. Leighton would know because he is married to one of them, namely Ann Beynon.

Ann Beynon, like Leighton, was a student at UCNW and years later sat on the Council of Bangor University. She was the first female President of the Students’ Union, helped found NUS Wales and ran its first gay rights campaign. Ann Beynon is a few years older than me. When I was a student at UCNW the Student’s Union was having its strings pulled by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’) and nothing will have changed from when Ann was a student. The Depts of Psychology and Social Work were employing people who had worked with the paedophile gang and were educating people who would work with the gang after they graduated. Dafydd was deciding what went on in the Psychology Dept and Gwynne the lobotomist was sitting in the Student Health Centre. Sir Charles Evans the Top Doctor and mate of Gwynne’s was the Principal of UCNW (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) and Mary Wynch, whose life was destroyed by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see posts ‘Making Legal History – The Mary Wynch Case’ and ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’), will still have been working in the Agriculture Dept when Ann Beynon was a student.

I have no idea what Ann Beynon’s gay rights campaign involved, but by the time I was a student at Bangor even students were raising eyebrows at the activities of the Gay Soc. Gay Soc was very strong at UCNW and had links with the gay rights movement nationally. This might have been a problem in a town – and indeed in a university –  in which a sex trafficking ring was operating which targeted boys (as well as girls) and which was not a million miles away from Chester, where some gay men had walked away from the local branch of CHE because they believed that it was a front for paedophilia.

Not that it held Ann Beynon back – but then it wouldn’t, ignoring or assisting the paedophile gang in north Wales was the route to career success. Just look at Ann’s biography:

Ann is a former member of the Welsh Language Board and of the Board of the National Film and Television School. She was Business Development Director at the Cardiff Bay Development Corporation and previously Head of Political and International Affairs at S4C. In 1998 Ann joined BT and in 1999 she was a member of the Royal Commission on the Reform of the House of Lords under the chairmanship of Lord John Wakeham – John Wakeham was Peter Morrison’s boss when Morrison was Minister for Energy. Ann Beynon is a former Chair of Business in the Community in Wales and was the Prince of Wales’s Community Ambassador in Wales.

Wherever there was a paedophiles’ friend, there was Ann Beynon.

Beynon became BT’s Director for Wales and retired from this post in July 2015. She is now Senior Adviser Welsh Affairs for Severn Trent Water. Ann was approached for this role by the CEO of Severn Trent, Liz Garfield – she used to work for Ann at BT. Ann is Chair of the Wales Governance Centre at Cardiff University, a non-executive director of the Farmers’ Union of Wales Insurance Services Ltd and a Director of the social media company Cwmni Digidol. She has helped establish an Alliance Française in Wales. She consults and lectures on leadership and corporate social responsibility – an example to us all! She Chairs the Cardiff Capital Region Transition Board. She was Equality and Human Rights Commissioner for Wales, 2010-16, having spent a lifetime ignoring the most appalling inequality and a sex trafficking gang.

I used to know a relative of Ann Beynon’s who loathed her and repeatedly told me that all she wanted was a peerage ‘and she’ll bloody well get one too’. Ann, you’ll be among friends when you finally get through the doors, they’ll be keeping your seat warm for you. You can slumber away in there along with the rest of them who failed to stop a bunch of sex offenders who were murdering the witnesses to their crimes.

I was watching an old clip of Spitting Image yesterday which featured Leon Brittan hosting an episode of ‘The Price Is Right’. After he sold a knighthood for the price of a job for Thatcher’s son, the Leon Brittan puppet gave someone a peerage ‘for keeping your mouth shut’…

 

In 1987 Central Television’s series The Cook Report devoted an episode to child porn. Roger Cook – an investigative reporter who acquired a cult following as a result of being continually beaten up by gangsters when he confronted them – made his way to Amsterdam where he purchased child porn and confronted the man who flogged it to him who then called the boys from out the back. Roger Cook received the customary violent assault and a threat to kill him. The same episode featured an interview with Supt Iain Donaldson, the Head of Obscene Publications at Scotland Yard in which Donaldson took receipt of a list of names of child pornographers which Donaldson claimed to have never seen before.

It has now been admitted that the Obscene Publications Branch was corrupt and, surprise surprise, was employing paedophiles who were passing info to their mates. I have found on the internet a submission to the IICSA from someone who worked on that programme – his statement explains that the list of names handed over to the Obscene Publications Branch was a double bluff for the cameras because they knew that Scotland Yard had been infiltrated by the gangsters and they wanted to put out a bit of propaganda to throw the bent coppers off the scent.

Roger Cook’s programme also mentioned Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, who in 1986 was jailed for the possession of child porn. The week before the programme was filmed, on 11 May 1987 the Lord Chief Justice Lord Lane had released Brooke on appeal after comparing his stash of child porn with collecting cigarette cards. Oliver Brooke was a major figure in a pan-European child porn ring.

I can understand that in the case of investigating serious organised crime which is being facilitated by professional people – including members of th